The Rise of the 99% : a book of poetry on OccupyWallStreet Movement

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This poem was written by the author of "...Soaring on Wings Like Eagles..," "Freedom Rides to sweet Magnolia..,"

A Dream Deferred
Debt is slavery!
Its yoke the 99% is ready to break once for all
People not Profits! Down with Corporate Greed!
Remember the Troubled Assets Relief Program (TARP)!
Listen to the voice of the people on the streets
Why have you refused to help us
It is your turn to step up to the plate
Bankers, pay back your debt to the tax payers
And to the millions of families who do not want to be foreclosed on
Homelessness is inhumane
Joblessness can lead to all kinds of vices and temptations
Let us reclaim our voice and ‘hood from Wall Street to Detroit,
From the favelas of Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo to India
These hill-side shantytowns are no better than the ghettos
Of Detroit, Cleveland, and Chicago
The wilderness is reclaiming the land; inhabitants are fleeing the physical degradation
They are making their last stand against economic injustice
The 99% has had enough. Main Street is asking Wall Street to repay its debts
Who is out there to listen to their cry of agony and humiliation?
We are getting on the economic freedom rides
Help us get free from debt, foreclosure. Give hope to our young and educated children
Help us! Help! Help! We are drowning in the filth on the streets!
Won’t you come down from your highrise to witness the misery we are vegetating in?
We are cold and hungry. Do not let the human voice¸ the human microphone disappear

New Book of Poetry on the Freedom Riders: "Freedom Rides to Sweet Magnolia

Freedom Rides to Sweet Magnolia: Eyes on the Prize - Why I Got on The Bus
A Booklet of Poetry on the Men, Women, -Black as Well as White,
Young as Well as Old- Who Boarded Buses To Protest and End
Discriminatory Practices in the U.S.A.

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...Excerpt from the Booklet of Poetry:



1961: Shaking The Status Quo
by J. J. Charles, writer/author


Welcome to the Camelot era. Indeed, a new president may bring in much needed change
JFK brings in a new way of looking at things: ensues a general period of malaise and upheaval!
The fruits of freedom that this country promised to her citizens are not enjoyed by all
Huge as well as small winds of change start blowing. To many, the Deep South is out of range
The images of separation, abuse, and daily torment are engraved in the minds of little boys and girls
Parents are fearful of letting their children go on to this mean world that does not spare the weak
The idea is to test and challenge the segregated travel facilities of the South through twist and twirls
Putting an end to Jim Crow that forced black people to use separate water fountains, public restrooms,
Waiting rooms, and back seats is not decided on a whim. Oh well, better to become change freak!
Aboard and onward we go! After all, such inhumane practices were abolished in courtrooms!
Soon the evidence of travels from Washington, D.C. through Charlotte, Columbia, Atlanta, Montgomery, Birmingham, Nashville, Memphis, Jackson and New Orleans shows it is easier to put a man into space
Than to change attitudes, customs, end Jim Crow and discrimination among the human race
Less courageous friends and parents cry as they witness the sacrifice of the freedom riders going merry

Freedom Rides: Why I Got on The Bus (Poetry Booklet)

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"Singing sustains and energizes us through danger and fear. Through long days and longer nights; through cold, hard winters; and hot, fierce summers, "freedom songs" nurture us, protect us, and keep us sane. They are the expression of our ideology, and the songs we sing together are the pledge of trust and committment that we make to each other."

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Inauguration Worship by T. D. Jakes: Rev. T.D. Jakes Lessons, "May The Force Be With You"

Let's clear it up first, "May The Force Be With You" is from Star Wars.

The pastor of a "The Potter's House" in Dallas, mixed up "Star Wars" and "Star Trek" while making a point during the service at St. John's Church across from the White House.

He said his 14-year-old son Dexter would reference "Star Trek" instead of scripture by saying 'May the force be with you' which actually is from "Star Wars."

Good job, Dexter, for correcting Pop!

It is OK, T.D. Jakes.

105-year-old Ella Mae Johnson at The National Mall: Witness of Rosa Parks's Spirit

Ella Mae Johnson and Rosa Parks's Spirit

Though old and frail, she stood up and made her last march on Washington

Ella Mae Johnson was not afraid of the cold winter day

Her sight was on the White House, soon to be occupied by the First Couple

She wanted to witness history one more time

Ella witnessed men and women who stood up to fight for others' rights

Too happy and too proud to feel the cold this morning

She saw no more color, no more separation, no more colored signs

On the National Mall, she saw happy people gathered together

With the same objectives to remake America

Change has come to the country. New blood and

Fresh ideas are reinvigorating the nation's business

Ella is tired from waiting for the inauguration of the President

Then, he took the oath of office, spoke to the chanting crowd

Ella's caregiver wiped her nose and tears from her face

But she did not feel the weather elements at all

Inaugural Poems: Excerpts from former Inauguration Day poems

Excerpts from former Inauguration Day poems

The Gift Outright, for John F. Kennedy, 1961, by Robert Frost

The land was ours before we were the land's.

She was our land more than a hundred years

Before we were her people. She was ours

In Massachusetts, in Virginia,

But we were England's, still colonials...

(NB from the poem Frost recited from memory, not the one he had written for the occasion)

On the Pulse of Morning, for Bill Clinton, 1993, by Maya Angelou

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...

You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought

Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare

Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,

Which will not be moved.

Of History and Hope, for Bill Clinton, 1997, by Miller Williams

We have memorised America,

how it was born and who we have been and where.

In ceremonies and silence we say the words,

telling the stories, singing the old songs.

We like the places they take us. Mostly we do.

The great and all the anonymous dead are there.

We know the sound of all the sounds we brought.

From 'Ars Poetica: #100. I Believe', 2005, by Elizabeth Alexander

Poetry is what you find

in the dirt in the corner,

overhear on the bus, God

in the details, the only way

to get from here to there.

Poetry (and now my voice is rising)

is not all love, love, love,

and I'm sorry the dog died.

Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)

is the human voice,

and are we not of interest to each other?

Is Rev. Joseph E. Lowery's Inaugural Benediction Better Than Elizabeth Alexander's Praise Song for the Day?

God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, thou, who has brought us thus far along the way, thou, who has by thy might led us into the light, keep us forever in the path we pray, lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met thee, lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget thee.

Shadowed beneath thy hand, may we forever stand true to thee, oh God, and true to our native land.

We truly give thanks for the glorious experience we've shared this day.

We pray now, oh Lord, for your blessing upon thy servant Barack Obama, the 44th president of these United States, his family and his administration.

He has come to this high office at a low moment in the national, and indeed the global, fiscal climate. But because we know you got the whole world in your hands, we pray for not only our nation, but for the community of nations.

Our faith does not shrink though pressed by the flood of mortal ills.

For we know that, Lord, you are able and you're willing to work through faithful leadership to restore stability, mend our brokenness, heal our wounds, and deliver us from the exploitation of the poor, of the least of these, and from favoritism toward the rich, the elite of these.

We thank you for the empowering of thy servant, our 44th president, to inspire our nation to believe that yes we can work together to achieve a more perfect union.

And while we have sown the seeds of greed — the wind of greed and corruption, and even as we reap the whirlwind of social and economic disruption, we seek forgiveness and we come in a spirit of unity and solidarity to commit our support to our president by our willingness to make sacrifices, to respect your creation, to turn to each other and not on each other.

And now, Lord, in the complex arena of human relations, help us to make choices on the side of love, not hate; on the side of inclusion, not exclusion; tolerance, not intolerance.

And as we leave this mountain top, help us to hold on to the spirit of fellowship and the oneness of our family. Let us take that power back to our homes, our workplaces, our churches, our temples, our mosques, or wherever we seek your will.

Bless President Barack, First Lady Michelle. Look over our little angelic Sasha and Malia.

We go now to walk together as children, pledging that we won't get weary in the difficult days ahead. We know you will not leave us alone.

With your hands of power and your heart of love, help us then, now, Lord, to work for that day when nations shall not lift up sword against nation, when tanks will be beaten into tractors, when every man and every woman shall sit under his or her own vine and fig tree and none shall be afraid, when justice will roll down like waters and righteousness as a mighty stream.

Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around ... when yellow will be mellow ... when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right. That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen.

Poem for Barack H. Obama from Derek Walcott

Derek Walcott

Out of the turmoil emerges one emblem, an engraving —

a young Negro at dawn in straw hat and overalls,

an emblem of impossible prophecy, a crowd

dividing like the furrow which a mule has ploughed,

parting for their president: a field of snow-flecked

cotton

forty acres wide, of crows with predictable omens

that the young ploughman ignores for his unforgotten

cotton-haired ancestors, while lined on one branch, is

a tense

court of bespectacled owls and, on the field's

receding rim —

a gesticulating scarecrow stamping with rage at him.

The small plough continues on this lined page

beyond the moaning ground, the lynching tree, the tornado's

black vengeance,

and the young ploughman feels the change in his veins,

heart, muscles, tendons,

till the land lies open like a flag as dawn's sure

light streaks the field and furrows wait for the sower.

Inaugural Poet Elizabeth Alexander's Poem, "Praise Song for the Day"

Praise song for the day.


Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching
each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is
noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of
our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a
hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of
repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons
on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky. A teacher says, "Take out your
pencils. Begin."

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or
declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and
then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know
there's something better down the road."

We need to find a place where we are safe; we walk into that which we
cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the
dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the
bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the
glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for
every hand-lettered sign, the figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self." Others by "First do no
harm," or "Take no more than you need."

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial,
national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need
to preempt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any
sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking
forward in that light.

Ms. Elizabeth Alexander's Books of Poetry Become Bestsellers on Amazon.com

Poetry finds its voice in this Yale University Professor who has been honored by President Barack Obama. She has been a good servant of the craft for many years. she has been commissioned to write and deliver a poem during the inauguration.

There is no doubt that her books are going to be purchased like hot potatoes on various web sites and in bookstores. After reaching millions on January 20, her audience will increase.

Ms. Alexander’s first book of poems, "The Venus Hottentot," was published in 1990. Ms. Alexander’s other books of poetry are "Body of Life" (1996), "Antebellum Dream Book" (2001) and "American Sublime" (2005), one of three finalists for the Pulitzer Prize. She has also published two books of essays, "The Black Interior" (2003) and "Power & Possibility" (2007).

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Barack Obama's Inauguration Day Schedule

Inauguration Day Schedule

Events for Obama's Inaugural on Jan. 20

9 a.m.: Morning Worship Service

10 a.m.: Procession to the Capitol
11:15 a.m.: Vice President's Swearing-In Ceremony

11:30 am: President's Swearing-In Ceremony,

Noon: Obama's Inaugural Address

1 p.m.: Departure of the Outgoing President

1:30 p.m.: Inaugural Luncheon

2:30 p.m.: Inaugural Parade

7:30 p.m.: Inaugural Balls

—All times EST and approximate

Strong Men of Purpose: T.D. Jakes Cries over Obama's Inauguration. And So Does Rick Warren

Strong Men Who Cry Over the Inauguration

Colin Powell cries

Rick Warren Cries

T.D. Jakes cries

Sidney Poitier cries

Civil Rights Leaders Cry

Over the inauguration of Barack Obama

As the 44th President of the United States of America

Hip Hop artists cry

Musicians and actors Cry

Mothers and parents cry

Children cry over this moment in history

Ode to Elizabeth Alexander, Barack Obama's Inauguration Poet (2008)

Ode to Elizabeth Alexander, (jjc-2008)
Inaugural Poet, Barack Obama 2008

First things first, congratulations on your selection!
You deserve this great honor. Your body of works is your proof
You are ready for the task. All you have to do is to get it done
Are you scared? How are you generating these great ideas for the occasion?
You may not need my advice now. It would send you all the way up to the roof
Bear in mind that this event is not all about you, but it depends on your tone

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Remember your own words to NPR's Melissa Block as you are getting ready to compose and recite this poem.

"I've been trying out phrases and ideas and meditating and looking through scraps of things that I've been noting," she says. "It's been a time of tremendous feeling and tremendous thought."

"In that moment, really I am the vessel for the poem," she says. "It's not about the poet at that moment, it's about the poem. So the pressure — the challenge — is to write a poem that can serve … all of those expectant, gathered millions and to let the poem be what calms my nerves when I am up there. To let myself remember that I am there to deliver these words and these words have been commissioned to deliver a very, very amazing moment."

Maya Angelou's Inauguration Poem Video for Bill Clinton in 1993

Yale Poet Elizabeth Alexander Prepares Poem To Read to Thrill at Obama Inauguration: Who is She?

What a great honor for this professor to be selected to read her own composition on January 20, 2009! Her dream will finally come true.

Elizabeth Alexander, professor of African-American studies at Yale University, was chosen by President-elect Barack Obama to compose and read a poem for his inauguration on Jan. 20.

"I'm completely thrilled and deeply, deeply honored," Alexander said Thursday.

Alexander's mother is a historian specializing in African-American women's history at George Washington University. Her father was a presidential civil rights adviser and secretary of the Army.

"The civil rights movement was fully alive in our home," Alexander said.

Even though she is a friend of the Obamas, it is her experience, craft and contributions that helped her get selected for this honor.

Check this out here or go to her website: http://www.elizabethalexander.net/home.html

"Elizabeth Alexander is a poet, essayist, playwright, and teacher. She is the author of four books of poems, The Venus Hottentot, Body of Life, Antebellum Dream Book, and American Sublime, which was one of three finalists for the 2005 Pulitzer Prize. She is also a scholar of African-American literature and culture and recently published a collection of essays, The Black Interior. She has read her work across the U.S. and in Europe, the Caribbean, and South America, and her poetry, short stories, and critical prose have been published in dozens of periodicals and anthologies...."


Elizabeth Alexander is a very accomplished writer, poet and essayist. She will deliver for this great occasion. In an interview on NPR last week, she said she is going to prepare a short but very intense poem.

Elizabeth Alexander was born in 1962 in Harlem, New York, and grew up in Washington, D.C. She received a B.A. from Yale University, an M.A. from Boston University (where she studied with Derek Walcott), and a Ph.D. in English from the University of Pennsylvania.

Her collections of poetry include American Sublime (Graywolf Press, 2005), which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize; Antebellum Dream Book (2001); Body of Life (1996); and The Venus Hottentot (1990).

Alexander’s critical work appears in her essay collection, The Black Interior (Graywolf, 2004). She also edited The Essential Gwendolyn Brooks (Graywolf, 2005) and Love’s Instruments: Poems by Melvin Dixon (1995). Her poems, short stories, and critical writing have been widely published in such journals and periodicals as The Paris Review, American Poetry Review, The Kenyon Review, The Southern Review, Prairie Schooner, Callaloo, The Village Voice, The Women's Review of Books, and The Washington Post. Her work has been anthologized in over twenty collections, and in May of 1996, her verse play, Diva Studies, premiered at the Yale School of Drama...."