Burning the Nail Poetry Challenge – Poet: Miss Quote

Welcome, one and all, to a challenge catered to inspire the poet’s heart in each of us.  A poem, any length and style, to be written about the chosen theme: Burning the Nail. So, what the heck does that mean? That is where the fun begins.Red hot nails

 

Thank you everyone that participated in our poetry challenge.  The submissions were amazingly diverse and deep, taking our theme in so many different ways. We are in awe of all of you.  We thought that perhaps it was time to give everyone a peek behind the curtain and tell you the story behind BURNING THE NAIL.  So, what does it actually mean? We have no idea.  Sheila’s youngest child came up with it.  It was a favorite lyric substitution to many different songs from lullabies to heavy metal.

“I think I heard it sung for a least a week straight, both whispered quietly while playing to singing loudly with the radio in the car.  The more I heard it, the more it called to me.  What could this really mean? ”

So, now you know the truth. The words of a child; molded and shaped into a series of incredible works of poetry.  Isn’t it amazing what such a simple phrase can be transformed into?

Eternally Grateful,

Sheila Hall and Robert Zimmermann 

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From Diamonds To Rocks
by Miss Quote

She has decided to stop treating people like diamonds when there really rocks.
This is what you get like when you go through the hard knocks.
Every woman to herself because she’s all she’s got.
She stops calling them her friends
Because this day they love her, the next day they love her not.
When God makes you fishers of men,
Be aware of the multitude that is still starving.
Her sudden solitude is the quiet before the storm,
Then they rush to her and for every good, there’s a tainted one that comes alone,
Waiting there just to take your joy even before it’s even begun.
But with mistakes, once bitten, twice you become the chosen one.
She leaves nothing left unsaid.
The ones whose words are heavier than any type lead, but sticky to the touch because her actions leave the hungry fed, provide the sleepy with beds and it’s never ever too much.
But people will take all you have to give and still want more.
Then with an epiphany of open doors,
It comes to her like sea shells to the sea shore.
You cannot save those who are destined to perish.
Her adversity unfolds, realizing the difference between telling and being told, selling and being sold, begging and being bold, investing in a property already sold; it all defeats the purpose, worthless like an old blues song without a chorus.
It now makes sense to her why our protective skin is so porous.
Not everyone with a smile is for us.
Come on now. Jesus was betrayed by Judas.
See, she gets it now—evil is attracted to the righteous,
And in life you always want what you can’t have,
Like a cure for AIDS or like a an uneducated black man who needs a raise, or like that morbidly obese woman who wants an athletic wealthy, good looking, god fearing, sincere fun loving gentle man.
Or like when you pray every day for them to send the troops home.
Or even like when you’re broke and you need a payday loan but you owe them already from the last time when they disconnected your phone.
When exactly do you see these things likely to happen?
What was she waiting for?
For her spoken word poetry to start mainstreaming and starving artists to start grubbing, making money, getting record deals plus recognition and not for ghost writing?
I mean really.
Taking over like there’s no telling.
Maybe her push is in her faith in God.
That the desires of her heart will materialize just because.
That’s why I decided to stop treating people like diamonds when they’re really rocks.
I don’t hail up the King Selassie when they’re really not locks.
I will look sexy, but you’ll never see what’s under my frock.
I have done all that I could. That’s why success always knocks.
People it’s God I serve and I’ve come to realize every man, woman and child will get what they deserve.
This is my redemption and my story.
And who God bless, no man curse.
These are the words spoken from a woman who knows her worth.
Like what you heard?
Did you not come here to hear my spoken words?
Then come check me respectfully and I’ll tell you my salary promptly.
Pay me for my diamonds or you can get those rocks….over there…for free.

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Miss Quote is a unique talent! She is many things singer, songwriter, actress, author. Yet, her definition remains rooted in her spoken word persona, -Miss Quote!

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One response to “Burning the Nail Poetry Challenge – Poet: Miss Quote

  1. Pingback: Quiet Desire – Love, Sex & Poetry | Linda Long Writes!

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