No matter the number of people listening the message remains the same… Wherever I place my feet becomes the stage… I am the Randum Poet but Ricky Maeweather is my actual name… I am an artist… I found opportunities within my insecurities… You may learn from my writings… My poems are universities… I’m here to inspire, uplift, and motivate… My…
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“Red Flags”
Toxic waste runs through my viens… I’m never going to be your donor for the things you dream… My bank account is my commitment… I can’t afford any other distractions… But I will pay attention to your problems… A penny for my thoughts is priceless… Spending time definitely cost… Free time is myth in my lifestyle… I’m out of stock……
“Social Detox”
Some stop living from forgetting how to log in. Hate carried within their heart because of the lack of likes they are given. Striving for a cyber celebrity lifestyle to live in. As if posting clout will provide them with a pension. They’ve forgotten how to socialize outside of a touch screen. Like learning a new school subject… On how…
“Galaxy Therapy”
It’s amazing how a fallen star can land in New York and end up blessing the lone star state of Texas with its presence… A walking mural of motivation… It’s beauty is hotter than 98 degree summer days… Carrying a big heart while building an even bigger and better future… Always shining bright wherever spotted… With a smile that can…
“Falcon Above The Clouds”
When you’re gifted with the presence of a Falcon… Do not take its grace for granted… Its wings carry stories that even the wind isn’t strong enough to bear… Usually flying above the clouds… But still down to earth enough for you to relate and appreciate the journey… Noticing the torn parts of its wings from past trauma… It’s known…
“Floetically Speaking” Event 4/14/2023
Featuring at a Poetry and R&B showcase located in Syracuse, NY
“Endless”
You’re a valcano that erupts diamonds from your voice every time you speak… And I want to hug you tight enough until I suffocate your insecurities right out of your skin… Reach the perfect score in pleasing you unlike others that failed in the past… Your well being matches the rhythm of my heartbeat… And your kisses compliments my craving…
“210 Teas Open Mic Night 2/2023”
“My Honest Poem”
My name is Ricky… I was born on the 15th of December… 1989… I take pride in being a Sagittarius. Both blunt and bold… My heart speaks what my mind struggles to say… Even when my mouth is sealed shut. If body language was a martial art, I would be a Grand Master by now. Trusting my chi to strengthen…
“Dreams”
When your eye lids finally clock out from blinking… You find yourself sinking into a deep sleep as if the sand man invited you into his castle… And your body lies still like a compressed flower in your journal… Your mind may wander into the atmosphere… And your emotions ignites the images trailored by your thoughts… Causing you to star…
Ricky Maeweather 