After one of PWB poets sent me a link to a well-known person's poetry I thought it might be interesting to gather links and poems by some celebrities to share with you.
The first one is by Leonard Nimoy, actor best known for playing Mr. Spock.
Come Be With Me
I love you
not for what
I want you to be
But for what you are
I loved you then
For what you were
I love you now
for what you have become
I miss you
And not only you
I miss what I am
When you are here...
You bring out the best in me
Pop By Barack Obama, senator and presidential candidate in the United States.
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I'm sure he's unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he's still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He's so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don't care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I've been saving; I'm laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine,
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites
an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shrink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back;
I see my face, framed within
Pop's black-framed glasses
And know he's laughing too.
The third poem is from legendary rapper Tupac Shakur, published as a spoken word poem after his death, as read by Nikki Giovanni.
...Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared....Full lyrics here.
You can also check out, if you are so inclined:
Jimmy Stewart, a youtube clip of him reading a poem.
Two poems by Ally Sheedy and one by Charlie Sheen
Back To Babylon by Viggo Mortenson, an actor and poet. Founder of Perceval Press.