Monthly Archives: March 2012

..’The Big Apple’ as seen by Upile

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Hello loves,
Well first thing is first,thank you all so very much! We are now at 90 followers! This blog had just been a way for me to vent my emotions and feelings and truthfully to babble nonstop but now it has blossomed into an amazing experience. Thank you for that, I appreciate each and every one of you who take the time to look at my work. Thank you.:)

So I am in New York City for an entire week, it shouldn’t sound as glamorous as it does folks I am only here for a conference. But hey, I’ve never been to the big Apple so this is me going crazy with pictures. These are only a few of the many I’d like to upload :D. Please do Enjoy them and get back to me! Have a lovely night/morning 🙂


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..Poetry will happen..

Knowing Poetry
it will be quick,
it will be fast,
it will be uplifting,
it will rattle you inside out
and call your bones
its own,
it will wear your body and
and dance around
it will take your lengths and widths
and unleash you
freeing your secrets
and your being.
your silence will crumble
and fall
like brick shyness walls
you will feel beauty like never before .

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It will start in the reconstruction
of your bones
so that your fists
may make music not bruises
It will start generation after
with a mother
tears in her eyes
from the broken heart she
still brave enough to never
let her son hear her call
his father a Bastard.
It will start with them
urging their sons to
play nice.
turn to work places
turn to bedrooms.
Values turn to attitudes
next thing you know
that boy who never knew he was a
Bastard’s son
will be holding doors
man enough to say
I’m sorry to a woman
catch all her tears
and still be strong enough
to hold her heart.
that my friends is how we’ll begin
to make

(for that young boy.)

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Poem of the week: Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

By Shel Silverstein

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The Reintroduction : Five Things that define me.

Hello all,
I realized that it has been a while since I began this blog and I have decided that I should reintroduce myself for the sake of all of us,(myself very much included).:)

There are five main things that I should say define me and my beliefs, my interests and my goals.

  •  Family and Frienship. In my opinion these two are the greatest things we have going for us in this day and age. Gosh we’ve all contemplated choking this group of individuals but that doesn’t change the fact that there is no one else we’d rather call in the middle of the night when hell breaks loose and has us cornered. For me love stands way up in the rankings, it is of course how we get by.
  • Spirituality. I can’t stress this enough, I have never been able to picture there not being a force that set us all on this Earth, each for a purpose, each with a part to play. And that this force is omnipresent , forever working in our lives. I believe in God and Jesus, Fate and Karma. Believing in those three things doesn’t not by any means give me the right to judge the beliefs of another. We are all titled to our beliefs and opinions that my dears is part and parcel of free will.
  • Culture and Travel. I am a girl from a small country on a big continent known widely as an impoverished place. Poverty is real but poverty is everywhere and it can’t alone define a place. I am African and on a mission to make it known for all the great things it is. I love to see the world, it is refreshing to see that the world from so many different places. See we may have been placed at a certain spot on the globe at birth but there is no rule saying that we must have to remain there. I love to travel!!
  • Art. Art is sharing yourself, your ideas, your story, your love and your hurt. Art is freeing one’s self and I say we should embrace the ability to share the talents we have with everyone. Poetry, music, photography, design, those are some loves of mine that I can’t imagine life without. So in understanding me and what gives me the perfect balance of sane and insane then you must note that I am nothing without my art.
  • No hate. We are all equal no buts, no exceptions. We are all equal beings skin color,gender, ethnicity,religion, sexual orientation. I am against hating someone because of some attribute they were born with, created with. The answer to unity is NO HATE. Hate creates boundaries and walls and ruins chances of us ever syncing.

I am a compilation of these philosophies. And again I state I am Upile Chisala the poet,and I’d love to meet you.:)
Happy Sunday all!

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to fade

I will not lie to you , I have no reason to
there were moments when I wanted to drop my ember coat
and dust off the glistening dirt in my hair
burn the history in my blood
so that I could feel like more than
an unhealing wound
I promise you I wanted to
run and hide myself
I wanted to bleed ash and heritage
and hear my own cry in my voice
I still wore scars that were never my own
and wanted more than anything to say
I have no business being either ebony or
because all it ever entailed
was struggle
and difference.
There are times when I only
wished to blend
to sit unnoticed
but blending in is
fading out.

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The Blue Door in Old Mesilla

My dear friend , Katy, and I went out on a random excursion to old Mesilla. It is such a beautiful place filled with such culture and color. And it is a must-see if you are in the Cruces area. I promise you it is breathtaking. To quote the site

” Mesilla (“Little Tableland”) is the best-known and most visited historical community in Southern New Mexico. Since its’ beginning, around 1848, Mesilla has had a major influence on the economic, cultural, historical, and political life of the Mesilla Valley. From the Gadsden Purchase, to the Civil War, to the Butterfield Stage Coach Trail, to the trial of Billy the Kid, to being a lively social center in the 1880s–Mesilla has been a prominent part of the rich history of the Southwest.”

I loved our day of just walking around taking pretty pictures. It was great fun. This blue door was definitely a winner for us both. Took a great amount of pictures in front of it.  And here is one of Katy standing in front of it:

Hope you enjoyed the pictures.
Have awesome Sundays!!:)

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All I ask

I’d like for you to empty me
onto a celestial beam of light
& unearth me from the bottom
of a wicker culture basket,
spread me out like delicate bracelet beads
and account for me one and all
with your lips
Am I all here?

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La miel de la vida

Ticket fingers.
Ink stains.
You’ve written more letters
than you’ve received,
Boarded more trains
than you’ve watched leave.
New borders beginnings
You mesh hello and goodbye
You don’t wander, you float.
You cast your nets out
and feast on the world.
I envy you.
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The Wanderer

The Wanderer

The ships are lying in the bay,
The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My soul as eagerly as they
Desires the margin of the stars.

So much do I love wandering,
So much I love the sea and sky,
That it will be a piteous thing
In one small grave to lie.


Zoe Akins

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