poetry
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Blue Notes (for Billie)
“Chile, That LADY sang dem’ BLUES”… She sang of Men and Women, boys and girls, Love and Beginnings and the Beginning to an End. She sang of her trouble and triumph She sang through lynchings and beatings, in basements and back alleys She sang in front of All White faces… telling the destiny of Black…
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Escape of the LOONS
“How can I move on..when I’m still stuck to you?” (Two Troublesome Loons Sticky and Glued………..Heavyhearted, Torn, and Blue…………………Love struck, and Confused…………… Hated and Weighted…………….. Dizzy and Sedated……………. Painfully plucking away each others feathers..but so salty the tears, they bind the Leather Tether even more…tightly together) My Night New dress New shoes New stockings. …
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I died today
Originally posted on Mantra: I died today… my skin darkened, and color changed. Air rushed from my body. I became silent. Softly I closed my eyes, felt my limbs freeze…stiff and still, I left. I drowned. The water consumed me, covered my head, filled my nose, and flooded my mouth. My ears popped. My lungs…
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WE RIDE
Originally posted on Mantra: We ride on the backs and breast of those that have come before On ancestor’s shoulders and great, great, great, daddy’s toes With drops of frankincense and myrrh and rows of gold around our necks We ride on ocean waves of blue blackness on top of undersea ancient temples imprinted of…
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The Lie
Please..just let me be tonight. Whatever my offense..hold me fault tomorrow . I need my rest tonight. Please. Consciousness shakes my sleep. Truth slaps my cheek..yet at your forehead I lay close. Face to face… we got lost in the fallacy of who we Want to be.. never to face the reality of Who we…
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This Is A Stick Up!
Originally posted on Mantra: Image Credit: Ron English I want the American Dream: Clean, Pristine, and Green! Give me a Big Butt with Wide Hips and Full Lips..with Taut Thighs, Thin Waist and Heavy Breast…Tucked Lower-back and High Rump..So, that every time I walk it appears as if I am wearing a 6 inch, high-heeled…
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Loner
I sit alone… In the space of hereafter and nevermore…and the colors of rust and Ambrosia. I sit on the line of 3/4 of inch and a 4th of a millimeter …in spaces of low ceilings and high floors.. I sit..boxed and cornered..within smells of rememberance.. Noise & chatter Along creased bed sheets and fur…
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My Belly
Dare I say that I love my belly… “I love my Belly..” Although, I haven’t had one in awhile. I do now…. though brief; primarily from a monthly bloat…. but a BELLY nonetheless. A Belly -of Fullness -of comfort -of laxness A Belly reflective of too much wine and cake A Belly of too much…
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Silly Little Fishy
Silly Little Fishy Out the tank you leaped..ignorant and deaf buck eyed and free Thirsty for more..bigger, deeper, seas. Hungry for what you “thought” was on the other-side of the glass Silly Little Fishy “The lake has dried up..there’s no water here and the oxygen isn’t that good either.” I watch as you gasp and…
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Make Every Day Count
Inspiration from my dear friend, Larry Conley. He is definitely worth the read…visit his blog; The Trumpet Summons
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RED DOOR
Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk. Dunked, and stuck. Stagnate and unmovable. Red Door. Locked. No entry. Neon green. Bright and effervescent. Feverish, flailed and flipped Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black. Unashamed and free They all scuffle through A busy highway..the bustling metro…a crowded stairway. Locked and chained. Crippled and drunk stiff drinks and…
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PHOTO
Lightening stretched across the sky and beamed through the curtains.. Twilight slept upon my dreary face.. Fallen shoulders lie on purple sheets. A breath… a blow. To sleep but never to dream. Uneasy and restless. Rocky mind. Beautiful yet untouched. Fruitful curls perfectly kept. Peach smooth lips. Satin belly with rose tucked navel. Rested thigh…
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