Category Archives: Poems
Below is a video from King Dusko’s first open mic, co-hosted by Khalil Ali and myself. Though the first few lines of this poem are cut off, here is it shared. The first line: “For those who wish to pursue art professionally…” Click the link to listen.
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Created this video at the Water Front Park before a Monday Night Open Mic. Enjoy.
and the winds bristle your neck hair
as the cold of 50 degrees creeps up,
snatching you into misery with an icy grip,
when the sea becomes slightly uncomfortable,
but still swimmable.
When we conjure imagined icesicles
and every day bound to the window
to search for even a flake of snow
that might make our environ uninhabitable
our roads non-negotiable
and our homes warm bunkers against the coming blizzard.
Last night, I performed my first feature poetry show in front of a healthy crowd of friends, middle schoolers, and talented strangers. Following the 30-minute performance came an open mic and poetry slam. Two close friends will be featuring next time. Unfortunately, we got zero video from the performance last night, but here are some videos from the previous Wednesday at Boone’s Bar. As a bonus, I’ve included a video from back in 2012. ” More videos will be posted on the blog soon, and until then, one may find them on my Youtube channel.
Bonus video I found on Youtube of me performing poetry in the twelfth grade at a Graduation Party:
If you were an organism capable only of hate,
then you might too desire to express
this sole passion with the fervor
of a Dalek exterminating all life forms.
Take us all to your asylum,
where you have discovered the beauty of hatred,
the ability to love the will to despise.
Open our eyes to your way of life.
If you do not stop,
we will exterminate you!
Stop, so that we may exterminate you!”
Is it true?
Is there nothing more than loathing behind
those blue webcam eyes
that despise every creature that fails to match the master race?
They have graced the screens for generations,
and we have never understood their compassion for hatred.
Perhaps their values might be a culture
even great Doctors can’t extrapolate,
even those Whom they wish to exterminate.
I have neglected this blog for a long time, because I’ve been fairly busy with school, but I want to re-establish my online presence here and now. I am breathing, poet-ing, and living life all the time. In the course of these events, I have a few tidbits of incredibly explosive news.
Firstly, I have decided to self-publish a chapbook of poetry, which will be entitled Skinny Dipping with Strangers, named after the featured poem of the same name. Hypothetically, this poem will be released in early January or as early as late December! I will be working on it even harder once I finish final exams and begin my winter break!
Secondly, I will be performing at a number of shows in the upcoming months, including the open mics I already frequent. The soonest will come this Wednesday on November 20th at the 827. I will be performing a 25 minute feature, after which will follow an open mic and poetry slam! For all the information, check out the event here: http://www.the827.com/#!open-mic-night/cdoa
Or you can join the Facebook event here: https://www.facebook.com/events/556583157768045/
If you cannot make this performance, that will be perfectly fine. There will possibly be another Charleston-centric event I shall update you about on a later date.
Likewise, if you’re not in the Charleston area and clambering to experience Derek Berry’s poetic gymnastics, I have three great options for you. Firstly, I will be working in the coming weeks to produce a few low-budget videos of my performances, and maybe even some music-video-type projects for poems! Secondly, I am going to work on getting a professional recording of the poems that will appear in the book (and some other poems too) which I will be giving away for free to those that purchase the book.
Finally, I have a very exciting announcement. I will be featuring in the city where my spoken word started off– Augusta, GA! On January 2nd, 2014, I will perform a show at M.A.D. Studios, hosted by Catherine Zickgraf. I will also post again about this in the future. You can come out and see me play home field.
In other words, get psyched for the possibilities for the future. There have been other poetic concerns clouding my mind, but I don’t want to share them until they become officiated. Keep in touch, and I will keep everyone updated.
rides the elevator constantly holding a coffee
with creamer and two sugars,
and she says, “You know what tonight is?”
The afternoon maid shrugs,
equally aware that Friday has arrived,
but might be less excited because she
must work on Saturday.
“It’s date night,” said the British manager,
biting her lip and raising her eyebrow to
infer something almost certainly sexual.
“I’m going to get it on.”
This latest statement confirmed
she did indeed, mean to suggest sex.
The afternoon maid shrugs,
and we all enter the elevator together,
and ride in silence down to the lobby.
You can feel the vibes—they live in your ears
and they party all night with music with heavy bass.
Some nights, when you’re trying to sleep, the vibes will rise,
they will eat microwave chocolate chip waffles,
then dance like lunatics in their bedrooms.
The vibes really enjoy shitty pizza,
preferably at two a.m. in the morning,
and typically, they do not like to
tip the middle-aged delivery man.
The vibes live next door, and they like to chill.
When you first met them, they ensured you
that they were fresh and cool, that they just wanted “good vibes.”
Then they littered the hallway with PBR aluminum cans
and play FIFA at top volume
and chucked glass bottles out the window on tourists.
The vibes dislike bathing and never go to class.
The vibes are fresh and cool,
they don’t want any tension.