1 Minute with The Bald-Headed Poet

By: Sharie Monique
  • Summary

  • An Epicurean's dream: Feast your eyes on this! A poetry show that never existed, bringing you motivation and inspiration in minutes; this isn’t your average poetry experience! Meaty phrases, gritty sayings, impactful poems, insightful rhymes, meaningful paeans and provocative pieces that sound like rap lyrics. Lines that are worth gold: “Poetry is good for the soul,” plus stay tuned to hear a scripture verse. Coming to you every Friday to share a quick speech, don’t skip a beat; please spend one minute with me. Lend me your ear gate, and I promise to make you feel great, or else you can leave the scene. Grace and peace. xoxo
    (*On Hiatus)

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Episodes
  • Season Finale: New Year's Eve Message and 2024 Prayer
    Dec 31 2023

    Season Finale: New Year's Eve message and 2024 Prayer



    Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
    -Poetry Beast

    Please accept my endless gratitude,
    I'm tickled pink,
    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.

    PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LINKS BELOW, POR FAVOR:
    PODCAST: https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/1-minute-with-the-bald-headed-poet/id1633899855
    PRAYER YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAW1E6AKOQ2GGlOKzhBVkEg
    MY PRAYER FOR YOU VIDEO: https://youtube.com/shorts/tko5zTnpUC4?feature=share
    T-SHIRTS: http://www.melekhcalamus.company.site
    INSTAGRAM: @melekhcalamus https://www.instagram.com/melekhcalamus/
    ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

    Thanks for giving my content a review, God bless you! xoxo

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    5 mins
  • Psalm 23 (ESV)
    Dec 31 2023

    Psalm 23 (ESV)

    The Lord Is My Shepherd

    A Psalm of David.

    23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
    2 He makes me lie down in green pastures.
    He leads me beside still waters.
    3 He restores my soul.
    He leads me in paths of righteousness
    for his name's sake.

    4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
    I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
    your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.

    5 You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies;
    you anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
    6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
    all the days of my life,
    and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
    forever.



    Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
    -Poetry Beast

    Please accept my endless gratitude,
    I'm tickled pink,
    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.

    PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LINKS BELOW, POR FAVOR:
    PODCAST: https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/1-minute-with-the-bald-headed-poet/id1633899855
    PRAYER YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAW1E6AKOQ2GGlOKzhBVkEg
    MY PRAYER FOR YOU VIDEO: https://youtube.com/shorts/tko5zTnpUC4?feature=share
    T-SHIRTS: http://www.melekhcalamus.company.site
    INSTAGRAM: @melekhcalamus https://www.instagram.com/melekhcalamus/
    ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

    Thanks for giving my content a review, God bless you! xoxo

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    1 min
  • Still I Rise - Maya Angelou
    Dec 29 2023
    Still I Rise, By Maya Angelou


    You may write me down in history

    With your bitter, twisted lies,

    You may trod me in the very dirt

    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?

    Why are you beset with gloom?

    ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,

    Still I'll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?

    Bowed head and lowered eyes?

    Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

    Weakened by my soulful cries?

    Does my haughtiness offend you?

    Don't you take it awful hard

    ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

    Diggin’ in my own backyard.

    You may shoot me with your words,

    You may cut me with your eyes,

    You may kill me with your hatefulness,

    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?

    Does it come as a surprise

    That I dance like I've got diamonds

    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame

    I rise

    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

    I rise

    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

    I rise

    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

    I rise

    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

    I rise

    I rise

    I rise.


    Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
    -Poetry Beast

    Please accept my endless gratitude,
    I'm tickled pink,
    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.

    PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LINKS BELOW, POR FAVOR:
    PODCAST: https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/1-minute-with-the-bald-headed-poet/id1633899855
    PRAYER YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAW1E6AKOQ2GGlOKzhBVkEg
    MY PRAYER FOR YOU VIDEO: https://youtube.com/shorts/tko5zTnpUC4?feature=share
    T-SHIRTS: http://www.melekhcalamus.company.site
    INSTAGRAM: @melekhcalamus https://www.instagram.com/melekhcalamus/
    ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

    Thanks for giving my content a review, God bless you! xoxo

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    2 mins

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