"The very thing that was trying to destroy it becomes the thing that makes it most beautiful." I believe poetry makes all our wounds beautiful.
@easterbunny77710 жыл бұрын
Yes Mr. Smith!! GET ITTT!! He used to work at my high school. Making your students proud. ^_^
@SarcasticExecution10 жыл бұрын
Wish I had a teacher like Mr Smith when I was growing up :)
@yellow53509 жыл бұрын
easterbunny777 Wow, lucky you
@pineapplecsc77174 жыл бұрын
Stop lying
@sokudosanime64153 жыл бұрын
@@pineapplecsc7717 he's not lying you could search it up he was a teacher
@RobGibsun9 жыл бұрын
"My father is an oyster. I pray that when he is pulled from this ocean, that those who live above the surface will see the brilliance of his pearls." Clint, this ending is magic, buzzing with hope!
@sophielynch609110 жыл бұрын
Goosebumps! I just saw brilliance!
@kevinramirez708110 жыл бұрын
damn that is awesome. *fingers snapping aggressively*
@itsmicaelagomez5 жыл бұрын
My Father is an Oyster In New Orleans, seafood is as much a part of life as changing tides. I was raised between shrimp etouffee and fried catfish, learned to walk on crab legs, & was baptized in a pot of crawfish before I ever knew what one was. Still, I was always disgusted by the oysters. But my dad loved them, said that the zinc in the meat was good for your hair and that if I had seen the hairlines of the men on my mama’s side of the family-I'd better start eating up. I would later learn that an oyster's pearls are formed from foreign parasites that have breached the boundaries of its shell. To protect itself from the danger the oyster cocoons the substance in coats of calcium until the very thing that was trying to destroy it becomes the thing that makes it most beautiful. Mother nature has a funny way of teaching us. Last summer while visiting home, I went to check on my dad to see if he knew the score of the game. When I opened the door to his bedroom, I saw him lying on the ground like a broken promise genuflecting in front of a prayer. My father held his stomach, as if he had been stabbed by the very person entrusted to protect him. Betrayal has never been so silent. There is no treason like that of your own body turning against itself. Benedict Arnold with a bayonet in your bloodstream, Judas kissing your kidneys goodbye for 30 pieces of silver. Chronic kidney disease is deep sea diving with no oxygen. Drowning underwater waiting for a transplant to bring you back to the surface. But my father is an oyster, wears a shell hardened by growing up in a place where the expectations never rose above low tide. He was raised by a coral reef of a mother, who had echo of an unborn ocean on her breath. Taught him that when the waves of this world try to wear you down, it’s okay, we are all a little bit weathered. If an oyster can turn a parasite into a pearl than it is no surprise that my father can turn a kidney into calligraphy. When I was thirteen and he was first diagnosed he wrote me a 15-page letter saying that if anything happened, I had to be ready to become the man of the house. Clint, though it hasn’t always looked like it I’ve always put God first. I know you complain because Clinton Ward Smith, III makes it sound like you’re the heir to a British monarchy, but never doubt you are a king. Understand that I gave you your grandfather’s name because the most sacred things I have ever known come in trinities. Clint, love you mother like a stained glass window in a war zone. She can be both shield & shard, both weapon & protection. Treat every woman like you would want a man to treat your sister. This ocean already has enough sharks. Clint, don’t be another shark. My father is an oyster. He clasp down tightly on the things that he loves the most - his family & his God. He has a calcium-encrusted heart cradled tightly in his chest, bears scars worn from waves that have tried to erode him of this world. My father is an oyster. I pray that when he is pulled from this ocean, those who live above the surface see the brilliance of his pearls.
@Lilproton7 жыл бұрын
Oh my God... this is so beautiful
@aliciastall9 жыл бұрын
Thank you for blessing us with your gift. Powerful words!
@johnbisazza797010 жыл бұрын
Just brilliant...the perfect combination of modern performance style and technically superior writing....this is what we should all strive for...amazing my friend...
@MrWonder11710 жыл бұрын
New favorite poem right here, just fantastic
@katedamonkey10 жыл бұрын
Thank you...
@hyperactivegenie10 жыл бұрын
Wow. I love this! Honestly, this is one of the best poems I've ever heard about a father. I wish I had something better to say than "amazing"...
@malachibyrd580510 жыл бұрын
So proud I have this man as a coach. Beautiful writing and wonderfully motivated. Thank you Clint.
@eccentriclullaby13577 жыл бұрын
Incredible!!!
@artistsComplex10 жыл бұрын
Goodness, this is just beautiful.
@yellow53509 жыл бұрын
left me breathless, beautiful
@hannahjervis10 жыл бұрын
Holy mother of wow. That was powerful.
@BlueEyedBrainac10 жыл бұрын
That was amazing. I wish i could write like that
@GrannyGamer110 жыл бұрын
I'd sure be proud to have a son like you!
@michaelcerda55149 жыл бұрын
absolutely amazing
@MatBat__10 жыл бұрын
you rock bro
@Level100SlickFro10 жыл бұрын
Wow this was really good, keep it up man.
@geekchicunique8 жыл бұрын
Powerful.
@josephmcdowell83798 жыл бұрын
Yup :)
@sweetcaspia10 жыл бұрын
clint smith is a fucking god
@mikespiano19010 жыл бұрын
Button, I have a request! Can you please start putting transcripts of these poems either as text or as a link in the video description? I just really want to share these! I want to spread the poetry! Thanks :)
@markthemixedpunk10 жыл бұрын
good piece. only if others could make work this genuine. this is like my second favorite piece ..... sorry, but neil hilborn has one that has such beautiful imagery that just screams brilliance.
@grantwilliams70458 жыл бұрын
I saw this dude on a ted talk and I was like this dude has to be on button poetry... i was right
@GrannyGamer19 жыл бұрын
A good friend's father recently died. His ashes were just cast on the waters of Puerto Rico. I sent him your poem.