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The Home of Hakm's B-Side e-alter ego...his auxiliary brain or external hard drive...

Longer than the Hak-Ku…
…new for 2014.
"The death of Social ME-dia"
Here’s to becoming my own “meme”…a “ME” me, to those I love and live with… in person.
#TheDeathOfSocialMeDay

Longer than the Hak-Ku…

…new for 2014.

"The death of Social ME-dia"

Here’s to becoming my own “meme”…a “ME” me, to those I love and live with… in person.

#TheDeathOfSocialMeDay

"My son is my best selfie. - me"
-

Written as a New Year’s RESOLUTION…meaning, first reflections from a year where I see myself more clearly…and I thought of photo resolution…and folks posting their top 20 selfies of 2013…and I immediately thought of my best selfie…my best friend. My son. You can see the Six-Word Memoir here courtesy of Smith Magazine.

Or link to it here (if your browser is not optimized) http://www.sixwordmemoirs.com/story.php?did=467401

"From prison to pres-
ident. Not the other way
around. - Mandela"
- A Hak-ku (Hakim + Haiku = Hak-ku) from my forthcoming collection of American Senryu titled “Mean 17”.
I’m headed back to Central New Mexico Community College to present the Graduation Commencement Address. I am honored to be asked to part of such a memorable day for these graduates. Join me in congratulating them on this milestone. Check out the fill article here.

I’m headed back to Central New Mexico Community College to present the Graduation Commencement Address. I am honored to be asked to part of such a memorable day for these graduates. Join me in congratulating them on this milestone. Check out the fill article here.

"Seven syllables short of a haiku…"
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My most favorite Six-Word Memoir to date! I came up with this one yesterday while I was sitting in traffic (and running late) for my three class, guest instructor visit at New Mexico School for the Arts. A haiku/senryu is 17 syllables…this Six-Word Memoir is 10 syllables…7 short of a picnic…like me…if you know what I mean.

#OneFlewOverTheCuckoosNest (A “found poem” and “found Six-Word Memoir by they way! I can’t claim authorship of this one though.) ;(

Check out my Six-Word Memoir published here. Then, submit your own!

"Easy Living Makes Very Forgettable Poetry"
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A Six-Word Memoir written by me today. My life, my life, my life, my life…in the sunshine…thanks Mary J. Blige. A residual from my workshop yesterday at New Mexico School for the Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We introduced ourselves to each other via this platform.

Check it out my Six-Word Memoir published here. Then, create a profile and publish your own!

Albuquerque was fortunate enough to host literary giant and Black Arts icon Nikki Giovanni last month, and I was fortunate enough to welcome her with a poem. One of my longtime sHeroes, she mentioned me and my city on the Tavis Smiley Show on November 18th, 2013. I am humbled and honored…and speechless with gratitude. It’s nice to be seen and heard by someone you respect so much. Check the entire interview out, it’s brilliant. She’s brilliant. If you’re short on time, listen for her mention of Burque and I at the 22:10 mark.

For “Nikki”… by hakim bellamy

 

i.

 

I feel like you’ve always been mine

though you’ve been proclaiming emancipation since before

since before we was slave or citizen

since we was love and laughter and light

we don’t own each other no mo’

some stopped saving one another too

 

but you

have turned borders into water

language into papers

 

death into understanding

and day-to-day into magic

 

does being a sHE-RO ever get old?

or just old-fashioned?

 

ii.

 

Some people want to be like you when they grow up

I want to be like you NOW

 

Edward, son of Edward Frederick, they call me Hakim

 

Yolande Cornelia Jr.

they call you Nikki

 

third sign of the Zodiac

they call us talkers

 

we come from East Coast and Appalachia

Philadelphia to Tennessee and Black

 

back and forth

blonde and ‘fro

 

we come from Black People

Black Churches and Black-Eyed Peas, sista

 

poets and not quite poets

if you ask Ivory Tower

instead of Ivory Coast,

but who asked them anyway?

 

for the record,

I too, prefer my wine…red

 

iii.

 

When I heard the news

I thought of you

 

I had a few friends that went to Virginia Tech

none at that time

at that time

you were the only person I knew, but did not know

that went there

 

I think about the sanctuary of the sentence

where we sometimes hide

sometimes say come and get me

I think about how schoolhouses

ain’t never been safe in the South

I think about how everywhere is the South

 

and though hip hop is the new underground

your words have always been a railroad

 

WE ARE VIRGINIA TECH

 

iv.

Do you ever get tired of fighting fire with paper?

this many books in,

do you still feel like people misread you?

will you figure out a way

to bottle “relevance” and sell it to the next generation of Giovanni’s?

will you blueprint your survival of America,

cancer and Black womanhood…

 

or is it already embedded in the hieroglyphs

of your “codexes”

 

do your codices, code exist?

how do you commit our existence to script

with such vivid depiction?

 

and I know you been chasing her

like an old game of tag

maybe even laid an index finger on her once

or twice

but next time you get close enough to Utopia

close enough to smell her hair

you tell her I am looking for her…please

 

v.

They will call you distinguished, Professor

activist, human or civil

 

they will call you an American writer

or an African American writer

 

a great poet

or a great Black poet

 

never both

when you are both

and more

 

but a wise person once said,

“Once you know who you are,

you don’t have to worry anymore.”

 

© Hakim Bellamy November 2, 2013


The above poem was written for and delivered to Dr. Nikki Giovanni at her Chasing Utopia book tour stop in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Read my Local iQ review of her new book here.

For “Nikki”… by hakim bellamy

 

i.

 

I feel like you’ve always been mine

though you’ve been proclaiming emancipation since before

since before we was slave or citizen

since we was love and laughter and light

we don’t own each other no mo’

some stopped saving one another too

 

but you

have turned borders into water

language into papers

 

death into understanding

and day-to-day into magic

 

does being a sHE-RO ever get old?

or just old-fashioned?

 

ii.

 

Some people want to be like you when they grow up

I want to be like you NOW

 

Edward, son of Edward Frederick, they call me Hakim

 

Yolande Cornelia Jr.

they call you Nikki

 

third sign of the Zodiac

they call us talkers

 

we come from East Coast and Appalachia

Philadelphia to Tennessee and Black

 

back and forth

blonde and ‘fro

 

we come from Black People

Black Churches and Black-Eyed Peas, sista

 

poets and not quite poets

if you ask Ivory Tower

instead of Ivory Coast,

but who asked them anyway?

 

for the record,

I too, prefer my wine…red

 

iii.

 

When I heard the news

I thought of you

 

I had a few friends that went to Virginia Tech

none at that time

at that time

you were the only person I knew, but did not know

that went there

 

I think about the sanctuary of the sentence

where we sometimes hide

sometimes say come and get me

I think about how schoolhouses

ain’t never been safe in the South

I think about how everywhere is the South

 

and though hip hop is the new underground

your words have always been a railroad

 

WE ARE VIRGINIA TECH

 

iv.

Do you ever get tired of fighting fire with paper?

this many books in,

do you still feel like people misread you?

will you figure out a way

to bottle “relevance” and sell it to the next generation of Giovanni’s?

will you blueprint your survival of America,

cancer and Black womanhood…

 

or is it already embedded in the hieroglyphs

of your “codexes”

 

do your codices, code exist?

how do you commit our existence to script

with such vivid depiction?

 

and I know you been chasing her

like an old game of tag

maybe even laid an index finger on her once

or twice

but next time you get close enough to Utopia

close enough to smell her hair

you tell her I am looking for her…please

 

v.

They will call you distinguished, Professor

activist, human or civil

 

they will call you an American writer

or an African American writer

 

a great poet

or a great Black poet

 

never both

when you are both

and more

 

but a wise person once said,

“Once you know who you are,

you don’t have to worry anymore.”

 

© Hakim Bellamy November 2, 2013

The above poem was written for and delivered to Dr. Nikki Giovanni at her Chasing Utopia book tour stop in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Read my Local iQ review of her new book here.

Extremely honored that my colleague in verse, Jeanetta Calhoun Mish, saw fit to include me in her fantastic article in the November/December 2013 issue of World Literature Today titled Writing the Great Recession: A Tribute to the global working class. It is an honored to be selected by an accomplished writer and poet like Jeanetta, as well as to be included (along with New Mexico Centennial Poet Levi Romero) in such a prestigious cohort of writers from across the planet.
This from Qalandar Bux Memon & Zeeshan Yousaf RE: “Working-class Poets of Pakistan”
"Progressive writers took up this challenge and infused traditional Sufi martyr poetry with a political dimension suited for their time."
View the article here.
View my poem “Bread and Roses” here.

Extremely honored that my colleague in verse, Jeanetta Calhoun Mish, saw fit to include me in her fantastic article in the November/December 2013 issue of World Literature Today titled Writing the Great Recession: A Tribute to the global working class. It is an honored to be selected by an accomplished writer and poet like Jeanetta, as well as to be included (along with New Mexico Centennial Poet Levi Romero) in such a prestigious cohort of writers from across the planet.

This from Qalandar Bux Memon & Zeeshan Yousaf RE: “Working-class Poets of Pakistan”

"Progressive writers took up this challenge and infused traditional Sufi martyr poetry with a political dimension suited for their time."

View the article here.

View my poem “Bread and Roses” here.

Today, I was stumbling across myself on the Interwebs…and I discovered that a poem I submitted back in June was selected for publication in a literary journal called RAD1US: From the Center to the Edge. Check out the anti-bullying poem I wrote for the Don’t Just Stand There, Stop Bullying Now Conference at University of New Mexico.
Read “Like Me" here:
http://www.radiuslit.org/2013/06/21/poem-by-hakim-bellamy/

Today, I was stumbling across myself on the Interwebs…and I discovered that a poem I submitted back in June was selected for publication in a literary journal called RAD1US: From the Center to the Edge. Check out the anti-bullying poem I wrote for the Don’t Just Stand There, Stop Bullying Now Conference at University of New Mexico.

Read “Like Me" here:

http://www.radiuslit.org/2013/06/21/poem-by-hakim-bellamy/