poetry

Video: How To Build A Man?

Don’t forget, I am keeping myself busy over at sometimesshewrites.com.  This is the space that I’ve designated for my writing and this new written piece now has a video to go along with it.  It can be seen below or at sometimesshewrites.com.  Enjoy!

Introducing: sometimesshewrites.com

If you’ve been a follower of my site for the past few years, you know that sometimes I write!  sometimesshewrites.com is a passion project of mine dedicated solely to my writing.  Short stories, poems, think pieces, spoken word pieces etc will all be shared on sometimeshewrites.com.  This new website is in no way intended to replace shavonmeyers.com and will only focus on my writing.  So if you’re curious, head over to sometimesshewrites.com and see what all the fuss is about 🙂 

#FINDYOURSUMMER (#2 July)

As the last week of July rolls around, I’m sharing 3 summer inspired pieces for the July edition of my #findyoursummer project.  I have to admit, this month has been a bit of a rollercoaster in the world.  Between the various terrorist attacks around the world to the murders of innocent black and brown individuals by police officers in my own backyard to this mess of a presidential campaign, it’s been quite the challenge to come up with a new piece for the series.  Then I remembered that THIS is exactly what it’s about.  “Finding your summer” is all about finding your paradise, your heaven or you peace in a world filled with chaos and sometimes that means revising whatever it was that gave you that special “summer” feeling.  So I went back in time a bit and decided to revisit a few of my favorite summer inspired pieces to share for this month.  Reminiscing, revisiting and remembering all filter into “finding your summer” so I invite you to take a sunny trip down memory lane and get lost in the pieces.  Enjoy!

A Love Supreme

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Mold my heart to yours.

I’ll mimic every beat.

Trace every crease with my lips and leave behind my devotion.

I’m a slave to your touch.

To you.

Forever.

Your love lives in me

Can’t you see it?

Take my hand and guide me through your dreams.

Give me your night terrors to slay and I’ll never stop fighting.

Let me kiss away your pain and shield you from the world’s evil glare.

Your love lives in me.

Can’t u see it?

This love supreme

Can’t you feel it?

I see your lips in the clouds and now pray for rainy days.

You eyes make themselves known in sunsets off the coasts of

anywhere,

Beckoning me to play in the valley that is your being.

Let me in.

Please let my love enter your heart.

Don’t be afraid.

Don’t run away.

Please stay and allow me to be here for you

Because you are here.

Always.

In me.

My love for you is strong and lives,

Breathes,

Is me.

Can’t you see it?

Your love lives in me.

Your love lives in me.

Your love lives in me.

If only you knew it was living there.

Summer Madness

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Fatherless girls with fatties

Looking for the next dude to call Daddy

Sadly,

They gladly extend bare arms

Reaching for tatted soldiers that bear arms

Same song

But not as Kool as the gang

Names change

Situations stay the same

15 year old died after his championship game

The news claimed

He was gang affiliated

Falsely associated

Human life underrated

Young men claim city owned blocks

White tees and black jeans

The cycle never stops

The shots never got

The intended target

EMS trucks don’t even bother

Fatherless youth cultivated in a motherless womb

Summer heat always brings out the true goons

Ruthless heat bring cold metal to streets

Tempers flaring

The whole block gets caught in your beef

September grief

Wake me up when it ends

Brooklyn Summer

Until we meet again.

Seasons (Summer) Pt. 1
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Let’s dance
And smile
And play
And eat berries until
The sky becomes pink and grey
Spend days by the ocean
Greeted by its breeze
Let’s get lost in it all
Work like we love it
Spend hours in someone else’s world like we matter
Because we know in a few short moments
We will have the sun all to ourselves
Let’s pray together
Out loud or in silence
Let’s affirm our guidance and not worry at all
Let’s grieve when sorrow hits and never live in it
Grow through it together, or alone
Let’s write music no one will hear so we never fear
Dream impossible dreams awake, sleep and dream again
Let’s love like there’s no hate
Pour our souls on paper so generations to come can relate
Let’s be free
Let’s be free
Let’s be free
LET’S BE FREE!
And never leave the water’s edge

 

#findyoursummer Untitled #1 June

Remember being a kid during the summer break from school?  It was the BEST time of the year, besides Christmas.  Anything was possible and the world was yours.  I miss that feeling, that fearlessness of being a kid and knowing, truly knowing and believing that ANYTHING was possible.  Well, I’m getting her back.  Young Shay. The girl who learned how to ride her bike with one hand one summer because her other arm was in a yellow cast from her wrist to her shoulder.  No fear of falling and breaking my other arm, no reason to believe that the kids from around the way wouldn’t pick me to be on their team for any game because I was still the fasted girl in the neighborhood, even with one free arm.  No doubt, carefree, and open to the possibilities of everything working out for the better.  THAT SHAY!  I’m challenging you to do the same.  This summer, #findyoursummer.  Reclaim that kid in you that knew there was nothing but endless possibilities waiting for you when you stepped outside that door, no matter what the circumstances.  This summer, be fearless, be vibrant, be open and live fuller! 

Each month this summer I’ll be releasing a new video, written poem or spoken word piece as part of my #findyoursummer project.  The first piece “Untitled #1 (June)” can be seen below.  Enjoy!

 

Poetry Series: Seasons (Fall) Part II

As we continue on, here’s part 2 of my poetry series entitled “Seasons”.  You can read all about it and catch up by reading part 1 (Summer) here.

For many, there’s something unsettling about the fall season.  The chill in the air makes some of us want to stay in doors and prepare to hibernate like bears while others seem to bask in the brisk breeze.  While writing this I thought of the trees dying and it reminded me of death and how the feeling is similar to those chilly autumn mornings.  Dark, cold and lonely.  Unlike the trees that are sure to reappear in the spring, when human lives are lost they are gone in the physical forever.  But, I don’t think I truly believe in death.  I don’t think anyone ever really dies, just becomes reincarnated into a different form of energy.  My great grandmother passed away a few years ago and I can still feel her presence.  It can be a scent, a number or even a person who will appear to me as her be in another form.  Fall can represent many things.  The theme for this series incorporates growth with the changing seasons and with growth in life, comes death.  However, I believe that one can grow through the process of death and like the tree’s life cycle, one will take a minute to rest, recuperate and blossom again into a magnificent tree…of life.

Seasons (Fall) Part II

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Don’t ever die again

Don’t allow the restriction of time to determine your end

Don’t allow your skin to thin and melt away

Your hands, dry and brittle and brown and once they have left the trees they are now dead

So children play and run and jump in their demise as I cry surrounded by these unpleasant reminders of your demise

Don’t ever do that again

I can’t take it

The beauty in the passing of the failing of the falling tree’s last effort to remain intact is unbearable

I can’t stand here naked without you

They can’t make it without them

I don’t want to be brave without you

But they will always come back

The children will play and never stay and winter’s force will blow death away and spring’s warmth will entice growth and summer’s heat will promote hope and the trees will rise

again and again and again but you will not  

Never

So please don’t ever die again.

September 12 (poem by Shavon Meyers)

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Wounds still soar from salt poured on raw skin

Birds splash in blood stained puddles

The city that never sleeps was caught napping with

Eyes wide open

As cries lingered on the day after

We navigated through cloudy streets

As neighborhood delis passed out yesterday’s treats

Hoping to lift our defeated spirits and erase

Yesterday’s fears

We were not niggers or spicks or crackers or chinks,

Gay or straight, rich or poor

We were one under a weeping sky

The trains stopped, buses re-routed

But we marched on

Emotions paralyzed by fear

We kept moving through silent memorials

from those who watched it unfold in their nation’s

backyard via CNN’s up to date coverage of

“America Under Attack”

Brought to you by Chevrolet… “Like a Rock”

Empty faces gazed at the sky above

Twin silhouettes stood tall as if they were oblivious

To the obvious

Down below the search continued

Dogs desperate to please their owners with human remains

Authorities having seen it all are left astounded

While our nation’s leader casually turned the page

Tear stained faces never stopped digging

Never stopped searching, praying…questioning

Battered and bruised

Soar arms attached missing posters to every soot covered surface

The smell of death lingered

While resting bones took shoots of defeat

chased by pain as the days went on

And when a new building stands tall

And the crowd applauds at the ribbon cutting ceremony

A new generation will be waiting, ready and willing

To sweep the remaining dust from crushed bones

Under the dreadful rug of the past

They will carry on

But for those who saw it unfold, crumble and rise again

Those who ride past the Courtland St. station in silence

Those who lived through the day and went on to tomorrow

Can never fully move on.

From QuietStorm Vol. 1.

Poetry Series: Seasons (Summer) Part 1

 

I wrote a short series of poetry centered around the topic of the changing seasons with a reoccurring theme of growth.  The first in the series, Summer, just might be my favorite so far.  Maybe it’s the fact that I love the summer season.  The freedom of longer and warmer days, the energy in the city, the excitement in kids eyes, the hopefulness that the season seems to bring.  Growing up, summer in New York City, Brooklyn to exact, was the BEST.  It was as if nothing mattered except being outside, enjoying the warmth with your friends.  As an adult, that feeling still lingers.  I’m almost tempted to solve all of life’s problems with the answer “Whatever, it’s summer”.  This first piece is accompanied by a photograph that I took on the pier at Santa Monica Beach in California.  It reminds me of old photographs of Coney Island during the summer where the beach is packed with beach goers, all enjoying the mental and physical break from the norm.  I’ll release each poem and related photograph during the new season.  Enjoy!

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Let’s dance
And smile
And play
And eat berries until
The sky becomes pink and grey
Spend days by the ocean
Greeted by its breeze
Let’s get lost in it all
Work like we love it
Spend hours in someone else’s world like we matter
Because we know in a few short moments
We will have the sun all to ourselves
Let’s pray together
Out loud or in silence
Let’s affirm our guidance and not worry at all
Let’s grieve when sorrow hits and never live in it
Grow through it together, or alone
Let’s write music no one will hear so we never fear
Dream impossible dreams awake, sleep and dream again
Let’s love like there’s no hate
Pour our souls on paper so generations to come can relate
Let’s be free
Let’s be free
Let’s be free
LET’S BE FREE!
And never leave the water’s edge

Spring!

Spring is here…FINALLY!

A little color, HDR photography and some poetry.

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The sky opens

Pours its soul

And births new life below.

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And when I can no longer stand,

Carry me through the struggle,

My fists will have the strength to maintain their clench,

My mouth will whisper its last call…

Free em all!

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