Poettues: Lake Street Station

Poettues 

Lake Street Station

by Stephanie Jeannot

Weekday vibes in the midst of the rush

Through the CTA Station, music sprinkling down on us

A guy spitting bars on the crowded platform

Over an ocean wave of bass thumps satiating the core

You could hear the refreshing sound of the buskers blazing

I pulled my phone out to take a cameo of their sound exchanging

I caught the fever and all I wanted to do was sing along with them

And so, while the rapper spat, I hummed and started ad-libbing

We vibed until the El came chugging into the station

I almost didn’t want to board because I was really feeling ‘em

It was a scene that reminded me of NYC, making me feel like I was home

Something else to add to the love of Chicago, from these experiences that I own

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The poem was based on my explorations of Chicago via the CTA; perfect for Poetry Tuesday. 

Every time I am in Chicago, riding the El is on my bucket list of things I want to do
and so, I do it and I always end up seeing something else that fascinates my eyes.

Also, while here on my downtime, I am experimenting using various apps to complete short video editing projects. 

Please check out my video short "Chicago Train Rides Be Like. . ." here:  https://youtu.be/qQyCqzTlfaM

Thank you for checking out my blog post!

Poettues: Sometimes You

Sometimes you have to step into your power

and be the woman that you were born to be.

Sometimes you have to swim with the sharks

and be not afraid of your own vibrancy.

Sometimes you have to make your mark on the world

With in the moment experiences.

Sometimes you have to take a chance

And unravel your wings with good intentions

Sometimes you have to carry more than just a suitcase of pain

‘But also a truck load of confidence.

Sometime in the grip of emotion

You might spiral into success.

And then there are times you celebrate

And rave about something good.

Beer, chardonnay, a cup half full.

A mustard seed is finally understood.

Cheers to the moment and the memory.

Hooray for the knots that didn’t jail me.

Thanks to the wishing on shooting stars.

Thanks to you, Wherever You Are.

https://youtu.be/JLXptTgUBDA

If you liked the song, the full length original track is available on CD BABY here:
You can doenload it for $.99 at http://bit.ly/2mpdIMh