Windsor Poet Oronde Provost studied classical opera singing at the Hill House of Music at the age of ten till the age of eighteen. At the age of fifteen he simultaneously studied three years of vocal jazz. Oronde happened upon poetry as an offshoot to philosophy. Now he incorporates both music and the spoken word. The interplay of rhythmic sound and lyrical phrasing gives Orandes’ poetry uniqueness. Poetry for Oronde is one of the branches of self expression driven by the root of passion.
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Brush Strokes Thank you Tom Kelly and Billy Steinbeg, Irving Belin, Joe Raposo, Jill Scott.
If my mind was a brush I'd paint the sky in, bold brilliant colors in my heart then, dip my brush in starlight, paint the day from dark night.
Each brush stroke a note played.. weighed with complementary and contrasting color. Manifested thought; brought from my tongue like music.
I'd look up and see: Blue skies smiling at me Nothing but blue skies do I See,
Blue birds Singing a song Nothing but bluebirds All day long. the colors became a song;
Dancing thoughts with intention I really want to mention, God painted with true beauty and gave vision as a duty, to:
see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow.
I just wanted you to know, this is not post racial Cause on some days it seems:
It's not that easy being green; Having to spend each day the color of the leaves. When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold- or something much more colourful like that.
In fact we are all created by the same artist Given form and function, design and plan. a thumbprint signature by divine hand.
the world is still vibrant and bright a place where hearts can take flight. And I'm going to keep on shown'
I'm living my life like it's golden, golden Living my life like it golden, golden golden golden golden.