Monday, July 16, 2018

Logo Chosen!!!

Well folks, here it is, the brand new logo for this wonderful blog, DoodleWithMyPoodle!

You may have noticed the tagline "Recovering Poet".  It's a thing, we'll get into it a little bit later.  

But I did want to thank all the people who voted, and support this wonderful effort!  









I look forward to sharing more life stories, more poetry, more short stories, and more positive and creative vibes!  

Thanks again,

Poet402

Monday, July 9, 2018

Branding & Logos


"Personal Branding," it's what people know about you, what you give them, what is presented to them. It's not a new concept, the term became popular around '97.

As authors and writers, our brand can be important.  It gives immediate information about what you do, or what you write.  In the case of writers its important because your genre has to do with your brand.  

You say you're a writer, but what do you write? Articles, Horror, Romance, Sci-Fi, Literary Fiction, Poetry, Short Stories...what do you write?

For me, the name sums it up.  Poet402, on Twitter it's @former402poet. So what's up with the former402poet name--? That's a tale for a different post.  However, I have branched out from poetry to guest-blogging, writing short stories, and even a couple of books.

In 2014 Forbes cited 7 things you need to do in order to build your brand; here they are in a nut-shell:

1. Start thinking of yourself as a brand. (What subject matter do you want to be perceived as an expert in?)
2. Audit your online presence. (Be responsive to what is said)
3. Secure a personal website. (A place for your bio, resume, and links to your work)
4. Find ways to produce value. (Creating or curating content that's in line with your brand)
5. Be purposeful
6. Associate with other strong brands
7. Reinvent
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I've gone through all that to really focus in on #7--Reinvent.  I have been running this blog with its up's and down's for the last 4 plus years.  No help, just hard work, sweat, and dedication to my craft.

I now want this blog to stand out more   It's my platform, more than ever before and I need it to shine a little bit.  So I thought a new way to do this would be to:

Create A New Logo!!!

But because I love the support I have received over the years, and through the magic of social media, I would love for YOU to help me choose the new logo

I have narrowed the field down to four.  And please forgive me, but I did begin the polling on Instagram yesterday, so there is a slight lead for one of them.  However we'll keep the polling open for the next week on Twitter and LinkedIn.

Here we go, up first Choice A


Next Candidate, Choice B


Next Candidate, Choice C


 Next Candidate Choice D

  

There you have it folks!  
So all you have to do is log into your google and leave a comment for which logo you like best!  
Thanks and looking forward to your vote

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Perseverance all Raw'd Up

Let me clarify, I don’t want to write this post.  I think it’s silly, to say the least.  Too planned too publicized, too “done” already.  But I’m a man of his word, so here you go.

Perseverance, really?  It is what we say it is.  It’s continuing on through the storm, through the muck and mud, and people slinging negative affection all over your twitter feed. (we have no idea what that even means) It’s riding the dark horse on a sunny day, more naked than Lady Godiva, just because you said you would.

Stick to your word people.

  • I’ve had my ass kicked plenty of times via life.  There was that time about 20 years ago when I finally got a poetry feature in Atlanta, and no one showed, (but I was like fuck it, Imma keep doin’ this spoken word shit).  
  • And then there was that time about 5 years before that when I was in school and got hustled for my tuition money, (yeah, that one sucked ass.) however I did find a way to go back and get my BA.  
  • And recently about 7 years ago, I skee-skirted out of Omaha, (bad tags, no license) and landed in Denver--was homeless for a few months, but I hustled through it.

Perseverance--really?? We’ve all gone through some shit right??  If you haven’t, then you ain’t lived.  

My advice, get off your Mama’s couch and go try something.  It’s as they all say--character building.  

Say you’re going to accomplish something, better yet promise it, commit to it and don’t stop doing that shit till you get there.

Call me Poet402, call me Former402poet, call me Nabraska, call me Clarence.  Call me published, call me a writer, call me a fuckin’ poet, call me a spoken word artist, and when you get done with all that, call me a failure.  But you can call me that, because I’ve done those things.  I’ve been on that dark horse on sunny day riding naked screaming poetry for 20 years now--yep, I’m that old!

Perseverance.  I’ve failed and gotten the hell back up--have you?  When you persevere you don’t wallow, you don’t stay down in that mud puddle, you get the hell up, with a wet ass, and get to movin’.  You accept that failure, accept the fact that shit didn’t go right, that plans fall apart. You:

Accept the fact that you are human.

Then you can start to move, I mean really move.  I mean you start diving into that reflection, and having opinions bounce off of you like rubber, because you’ve done it.  You gave your honest and best effort, failed, and lived through it. 

That’s perseverance.

And that’s it kids.  When we say, keep doin’ you, that what it means, keep doin’ you till you gets up and shines.  Now go on out there and persevere. 

And if this blog-post didn’t hit you the right way, or inspire your socks off...it’s cool, I’ve failed before, and my black ass knows how to get the hell up!

Love, peace and kisses--Boom!  



Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Fails Are Lessons (part II)

Fails...sometimes are the hottest things on the net, or life, or with your bestie.  But when it happens to you...eh, no so much.

As a writer, or in the writing community it sucks to fail, or receive that dreaded rejection letter.  But we go on.  Uneasy, chipped, and bruised, but we move forward.  We may go to Pintrest, and look at inspirational quotes, or Google them, or just get out the house to get away from them.  But they happen, and we deal with them.



Most of us as writers, have other jobs that take time away from what we love (uh writing).  And even that can sometime be a struggle, or race.  We always need something that is financially lucrative enough to make a living, but also something that won't suck up all our time.  

So lately, not only have I been failing in stories being declined for magazines, but now also my resume has been receiving a bunch of rejection letters.   

So I did what most of us do, I got down on myself, but only briefly. I know things take time, and a win is just around the corner.  I just have to keep at it. 




On Sundays, I tweet with brand influencer @marshawright -- #thinkBIGSundayWithMarsha.  It's always a good time, and uplifting.  I was able to do some tweeting and get my mood back up.  The tweet I sent out, got me some attention--and who doesn't like attention?

However the end result was I felt better.  I was connecting with people, I gave some honest effort, and a positive response occurred. The same can occur with my writing or my job hustle.

I'm back on the writing train.  It's summer, I've finished a short story, and will start submitting it to different outlets.  Will I fail--maybe...but probably not.  The important thing is I will never know if I don't try.  

I'm going to keep grinding, and I hope that you are going to do the same--Keep Grinding!  You may have some fails, and they maybe ultimate internet worthy...however, keep going, keep grinding until you find your success.  

Remember you can follow me on twitter @former402poet or on instagram @poet402.  Thank you for taking the time to read and remember: 



YOU CAN FAIL FORWARD ALL THE TIME!! 

peace  

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Failure & Success pt I





You tried to succeed at it, but didn't.  You had that fire in your belly, and had your sights on that feeling of being top dog.  You set the goal, and worked daily to make it happen.  

But for whatever reason, it didn't happen, the expected outcome didn't happen, you came up just a bit short, you failed.






So you feel bad, you feel low, you feel like  the bug, that was squashed under foot of the goal you just failed.  



              • You have the right to feel that way.  
              • You have the right to be angry.  
              • You have the right to work, get up, and try again



Failing sucks.  But it is an occurrence that happens in the present, it is up to you to ensure that it is placed in past, and not an occurrence that happens in the future.  We all have had experiences in which we didn't come out on top. 

However those who have experienced success, has gotten back up.




It is the "get up,"get back", and "get them" mentality that you have to have. Not only when it comes to failure, but in life.  Trying new things is a part of life. Trying new things and succeeding in them, or failing is also part of it.  

If you allow the possibility of failure to end your decision to try something new, then  you've failed!  We learn in our failures, we find out what doesn't work in our failures, we see what we've done wrong.  

In success we apply these lessons correctly, and the outcome is vastly different.

So get out there and try!  Get out there, try and fail!  Get out there, try, fail, & learn.  Once you learn how to succeed, then you will--indefinitely!  I know you can, now it's just up to you to believe!

  

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Some Honesty for May's End

Fatherhood is hard.  I don't know if it's more difficult having a "mixed" or bi-racial child and family.  I am, have always been, and will always be deeply in love with my culture.  It is a source of great strength for me.  I have written about it often, as it has been the source of much of my inspiration.

At times throughout the first year of my first born's life, I've struggled at times on what to tell her, and what she needs to find out for herself.  I want her to see her humanity, and not have it stripped from her in dealing with america, or schools, or religion, or friends, or family member of friends, or even her own family members. 

I want for her to grow strong; not just physically, but mentally and spiritually.  So I penned this piece in hopes of that.  More than likely it will be the first of many.  It may not be my best work as a writer, or a father, but it is honest for the moment.

Some Honesty for May's End

For biracial babies
born 50 plus
years past the
turn of hands,
and cheeks, and first, and
post racial, but racism still
existing.
I will tell her,
Love Yourself, first & foremost.
And that,
it is good to love your neighbors,
but not always realistic.

I will instill Pride,
of Nations
with Red, Black, & Green
filling the flag.
Will break down;
Red is for the blood that was shed,
and
Black for her people,
and
Green is for the land, the motherland
Africa.

Be curious about everything,
some folks will lie, and others are ignorant,
so be mindful, stay curious, and
find the meaning for yourself...

Don’t forget to
Love yourself,
I will remind her--

Intelligence is a gift,
you should access it often.

There is also room for
laughter.
A lot of room, for a whole lot
of laughter.  And if
the room becomes small,
start knocking down walls and fill the space
with smiles and belly laughs, and tears streaming
and cheeks hurting, and deep breaths
kind of laughs

Don't forget to
Love yourself
I will remind her--

You are a lady, and
1/2 black,
but this does not mean
you will not give full effort,
or be lazy, or
blame the system.
You can build new systems,
if the ones you find,
don't work for you,
or hire you,
or have discriminatory practices.

Don't ever let anyone disrespect you

You will be trained,
so if it becomes physical, you will be
prepared.

She will know,
that Dad will always be here,
as she knows now that,
Daddy loves her, Daddy loves her, Daddy loves her.
And that Dad will stand by her side,
and her Mother's side,
and we will all stand side by side,
as a Family should.

These are just a few lessons,
I will teach, alongside her mother.

For biracial babies
born 50 plus years
past the
turn of hands,
and cheeks, and first, and
post racial, but--

Remembering to love themselves,
and honer themselves,
for they are the future,
and what a Mighty One it
Will Be!



Friday, May 4, 2018

grat·i·tude ˈɡradəˌt(y)o͞od

grat·i·tude
ˈɡradəˌt(y)o͞od/
noun: gratitude
the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.

"she expressed her gratitude to the committee for their support"

synonyms:gratefulness, thankfulness, thanks, appreciation;


It's the stuff that a good world is made it.  It's the light at the end of the tunnel, it is the hug at the end of the run.  It is the bonus at Christmas, or the last day of school.There were several times in the last few weeks I thought I just wasn't going to make it.  (So in honor of making it, I'm doing a post on gratitude.) 

Because I was in peril but also a spiritual person, I was able to call on some ancestors to guide my path.  When I was sick, they guided my path right to bed, making me do the unthinkable--miss work. 
Now for me, I hate to miss work, it bugs me--maybe even more than being sick.  However, I felt the loss of energy, the watering of the eyes, the heaviness of the chest, the soreness of the throat, and of course the head-ache that can't be alleviated--I knew I was sick.

It was a Thursday, and I went to work hacking and coughing, looking like a run-over dog.  I arrived to work late, and when my boss looked at me, she was like, you should go home.  But there was no way in hell I was about to go home after running behind all day, and fighting through 73 minutes of traffic to get to work.  I stayed.  However, my boss and I decided that it would be best if I just called in to work, tomorrow if I was feeling the same.

I did, and it was good.  My lady kept the baby quiet and I took some cough medicine, a hot totti, and some codeine, then passed out.  It was amazing, the rest, the sleep, the ability to not do anything, but focus on wellness and getting well.  It was great for me. I was so thankful.  The next day I went to both jobs, and as some of you know I work in the mental health field.  What's dope
about the mental health field is that they really get the concept of gratitude.  They are happy when a person shows up to work, and sad when they don't.  I say this to set up this picture. A co-worker gave me some cough drops on the Saturday I returned to work and on the wrappers were positive saying--how freakin' dope is that!!  So as you can see, it has sayings like "Get back in the game", "Go get it", and "Don't wait to get started."  This was the best cough drop I'd ever had.  The drop help me physically and the affirmations helped me mentally.  The thing about being sick, is that it's a dual thing, your body is drained, but so is your spirit.  You don't want to do anything; your mind says you can't and your body confirms it. So to be able to read the message on the wrapper, during work, working with psychiatric patients, was big for me.  

I felt appreciative, I felt relieved, it was the power of gratitude.  Not many people know this about me, but the last thing I do on my drive home is actively talk to my higher power and "Give Thanks."  I Give Thanks for the good, the bad, and the ugly--I have to.  It was those things that made my day.  And to date, the bad and the ugly haven't killed me, so I Give Thanks.  

In support of all the good that has come to me over these last several weeks, I am grateful. I am thankful, and indebted.  Good things come, just wait on them, be patient.  But while you are waiting, don't forget to work your tail off.

Today: Be grateful for something, then name it, call it out, and thank something/someone greater than yourself.