Month: June 2016

My Reality Within A Dream. Poetry by Roderick Dupree

Something about her was different

No words exchanged but she was my woman of interest.

It was her eyes that guided me to her heart

Her mind was the epitome of art.

Genre: Love

My Reality Within A Dream by Roderick Dupree

Something about her was different

No words exchanged but she was my woman of interest.

It was her eyes that guided me to her heart

Her mind was the epitome of art.

Never made for perfection

Definitely built for protection.

She stands in independence

With a walk of confidence

Attitude so modest

With the soul of a goddess.

Not one for lust but to be loved

Not one for games but to be cuffed.

Invests in herself to become the best she’s destined to be

Now that’s exquisite wine and not just another cup of tea.

Business over pleasure makes her distinguish

When seeking her vision my soul replenish.

Fate then rised upon existence

Once she admired my persistence

Breaking down barriers of resistance

Our love grew nearer in distance.

She’s the type when texts aren’t good enough

Phone calls are valued but end calls makes it rough.

Her smile of gold brings joy into my life

She’s the perfect diamond in the mist of wildlife.

No angel but a queen from a queen

No fantasy but my reality within a dream.

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Play House. Poetry by John “John Kind” Ravenell Jr.

We think we’re grown don’t we?
Holding hands in public because that’s what lovers do,
We think we know how to love,
But inexperience got us not having a single clue,
To be simply put, we are making a poor attempt at being witty,
Trying to pass off what we have as love, yet too naive to know it’s shitty,

Genre: Romantic Irony

Play House
by John “John Kind” Ravenell Jr.

We think we’re grown don’t we?
Holding hands in public because that’s what lovers do,
We think we know how to love,
But inexperience got us not having a single clue,
To be simply put, we are making a poor attempt at being witty,
Trying to pass off what we have as love, yet too naive to know it’s shitty,

We take relationship advice from what we all call, “other wise”,
You better love me as I say, “other wise” I’m gonna-
Then we spit argue over marble counter tops, trying to buff things out,
No way to try to make it look nice, fights never bring our best side out,
To be simply put, I’m the daddy and she’s the mommy,
We are, who we are, because the roles gives us an organized lifestyle,

All I know is, I just got off from work and mommy you better kiss me,
How was our son? I’m hungry too, what did you get me?
Ah yes, my favorite dish your the best!
And you look especially beautiful for me, and only me, in that sun dress,
And my dearest thinks handsome, she adores me as her hard working man,
To take care of her and secure her is my obligation to her 20 year living plan,

To be simply put, our lives are designed by an idea our parents act out,
We would like to childishly fulfill those roles, but with a plastic door to back out,
Just in case if things take a different pace, becomes too real and less exciting,
But the appeal of love on the internet and reality tv is too inviting,

Who doesn’t play house?

 

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Dear Brother, Poetry by Rani Powell

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because this world doesn’t love you, no
Because you are only 8 now but soon you will be older
And then baby boy, the world will be much colder
They will not see you as I do,
with your warm eyes and caramel skin,
with your blue-rimmed glasses and unfunny jokes,
the curls in your hair and easy smile, no.
They see you as a Black Man.

Genre: Family, Love

Dear Brother by Rani Powell

To my brother

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because this world doesn’t love you, no
Because you are only 8 now but soon you will be older
And then baby boy, the world will be much colder
They will not see you as I do,
with your warm eyes and caramel skin,
with your blue-rimmed glasses and unfunny jokes,
the curls in your hair and easy smile, no.
They see you as a Black Man.
As a menace to everything their good, clean society has.
The same society that was built on our father’s blood.
But it does not belong to you and you do not belong in it.

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because God help me,
you will not be the next news story
My heart would break to see your name up there with
Anthony, Eric, Freddie, Jordan, Kendrec, Kimani,
Michael, Tamir, Tony, Trayvon, Tyree, Wendell.
You are seen as a threat before you are seen as a person.
Your Blackness scares them.
They have already decided that you are nothing but a hood-rat,
nothing but a child-support baby, nothing but a tagging truant,
sagging pants, gang signs getting thrown up, two gun-shots in the air,
Crips and Blood running in the streets of a people who have already
breathed life and soul into this country.

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it.
I’m saying it because your skin makes you a target.
And all it takes is ignorance, a bullet and a badge
to take you away from me.

 

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Hijo pródigo de la desgracia, Poetry by Francisco Fernández

No he vivido una guerra,
no he notado en mis manos el peso de la carne
y nada más.
No he respirado la ceniza,
ni los gritos me asaltan por las noches;
no he sentido la vulnerabilidad de la trinchera
ni el temblor del rifle ante mi enemigo.

Genre: Spanish Civil War, philosophical, social, motivational.

Hijo pródigo de la desgracia by Francisco Fernández

No he vivido una guerra,
no he notado en mis manos el peso de la carne
y nada más.
No he respirado la ceniza,
ni los gritos me asaltan por las noches;
no he sentido la vulnerabilidad de la trinchera
ni el temblor del rifle ante mi enemigo.

Sin embargo, eso no impide
que me sienta como un ángel
con el culo lleno de metralla.
Los libros me han susurrado la desgracia
de ser esclavo de esta historia,
de la Historia de España,
de la Gran Historia Universal.

No he sentido el frío del exilio
ni la orfandad de la infancia robada.
No merezco cartas ni medallas.
Sin embargo, no creo que mi lucha no tenga sentido
por estar lejos de las balas,
por ser mi espejo el campo de batalla.
La guerra a la que me enfrento cada día
es controlar al animal que habita mi estómago,
y prepararme para, llegado el momento,
impedir que la Historia se repita.

 

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Lottie, we can fly!, Poetry by Elaine Longworth

Lottie and I had our garden party, with teddy and Barbie
We ate jam butties and chocolate bunnies,
We made them together, it seemed we would be forever
Lovely jammy and chocolate messy
I swept her up, laughing, heading through the gate, late
As always, stealing time, making it mine
We ran through the field, a path revealed
By other scurrying, worrying feet running to the beat of life

Sky so blue, a warm breeze as soft as a feather

Genre: Inspirational

Lottie, we can fly! by Elaine Longworth

Lottie and I had our garden party, with teddy and Barbie
We ate jam butties and chocolate bunnies,
We made them together, it seemed we would be forever
Lovely jammy and chocolate messy
I swept her up, laughing, heading through the gate, late
As always, stealing time, making it mine
We ran through the field, a path revealed
By other scurrying, worrying feet running to the beat of life

Sky so blue, a warm breeze as soft as a feather
Our hands entwined we slowed to a walk together
Starlings watched us, Jackdaws seemed to forbid us
Sky Larks sweeping and swooping before us
Greeting us with merry chitter chatter, scattering around us

Why do birds sing? Soft voice imploring the all knowing
Lottie they sing to remind us and invite us
To follow what makes our heart sing
Why do birds fly? Lottie they fly to remind you and I
We too have wings to fly,
Wings to make our dreams soar high in the sky
Bringing them and us alive with the beat of our heart song
Lottie, we can fly! Scooping her up, whizzing her round
Her feet off the ground, giggling to our momentary heart song

 

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Suspended love, Poetry by Anna

Flood and smoke on cities

Silent waves of early morning breeze

With ease dancing with each other slow sensual dance

of merging their essence, creating new presence

Genre: Society

Suspended love by Anna

Flood and smoke on cities

Silent waves of early morning breeze

With ease dancing with each other slow sensual dance

of merging their essence, creating new presence

of feeling

To suspended wait for beauty of new day

Lovingly seek others beauties around,

in all forms, and sounds sudden moves and sights

Watching all rhythms of town, with no movement

After all day, just being it’s own universe of movies

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Wild Freedom, Poetry by Shawntelle Moncy

We are free like animals.
We are wild.

We climb trees for fun,
We swim to cool,
We sing
to feel free.

We are wild,

Genre: Life, Society

Wild Freedom by Shawntelle Moncy

We are free like animals.
We are wild.

We climb trees for fun,
We swim to cool,
We sing
to feel free.

We are wild,
We love to be loved,
Hug to be hugged,
And then run like the wild wind,
to feel free.

We are wild,
We make memories to remember,
We ruin and we build,
We wonder and we get lost,
to feel free.

We are wild,
Or at least we could be,
Forever lost,
To be free.

 

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There Are Two Seasons, Poetry by Neville Johnson

There were two seasons
I sensed it the day we met
Before her and after her

Before her I walked alone
Before her I was sad
Jealous I was of the couples I saw
On the street, holding hands

Genre: Relationship, Love

There Are Two Seasons
By Neville Johnson

There were two seasons
I sensed it the day we met
Before her and after her

Before her I walked alone
Before her I was sad
Jealous I was of the couples I saw
On the street, holding hands

Before her, I was serious
Then I rarely smiled
Life we an obstacle
A mountain to climb

Then the rainy season stopped
Finally the sun came out
I looked up and thought
It’s time for change
That wind I caught

After her began the time she walked into my life
I refer to it as happenstance as the birds did sing
I mustered up my confidence, gathered my thoughts
Went over to the pretty girl and proceeded to get lost
Into her charms, so many I can’t count

After her, after her, how my life has changed
After her, I no longer mind the rain
For I am with her, an umbrella we share
Made of love and kindness
Never the worse for wear

There are two seasons
Before and after her
Before I was lonely
Then came a love so pure

Reprinted with permission of the publisher, Cool Titles, from WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG: Poems for People in Love by Neville Johnson ©2016

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Genius Goddess, Poetry by S Michaelis

Something’s on my mind
It’s a song from long ago
Just a simple little ditty
That I wrote while in the city
And this is how it goes

Genre: Rhyme, Life

Genius Goddess by S Michaelis

Something’s on my mind
It’s a song from long ago
Just a simple little ditty
That I wrote while in the city
And this is how it goes

Something’s in my eyes
If you look close you can see it
There’s a little bit of Venus
And a little bit of genius
And it’s time for me to free it.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

Something’s in my eyes
If you look close you can see it
There’s a little bit of Hera
And the power is right there
And it’s time for me to free it.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

Something’s on my mind
It’s a song from long ago
Just a simple little ditty
That I wrote while in the city
And this is how it goes

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

 

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Dude was Rich?, Poetry by Anthony Nneke

Dude was rich
How was life a b**ch
They thought
When they heard his onslaught
Cos they were mis taught
That wealth means only money
He laughed hard
Cos he found that funny
We can trade places
But this is real life

Genre: Rhyme, Satire, Life

Dude was Rich? by Anthony Nneke

Dude was rich
How was life a b**ch
They thought
When they heard his onslaught
Cos they were mis taught
That wealth means only money
He laughed hard
Cos he found that funny
We can trade places
But this is real life
No friends in unfamiliar places
Peace be his oasis
But he don’t know what that feels like
Cos all he got is pressure of expectation
Waiting to exhale
His relationship has failed
His hearts locked up
like it went jail
cos it was sentenced for breaking hearts
flirting with tarts
that look sweet
but their ingredients are foul
their make up covers up their crooked smile
but in the meanwhile
he trying to justify
why he has struggles
to those
who can’t imagine what
its like to be him
2 | P a g e
they cant accept him as one of them
cos he up on a pedestal
that they put him on
so he cant complain
take the gold, take the platinum chains, show a bit of brains, screw the chicken brains
play your part, stay in your lane
man just shut up and play the game
what the hell you know about shame
man you don’t get to talk about pain
look at what you’ve gained
this is what the dude was up against
so he spent
time breaking it down
talking about his double life in one timeline
there was a time when all he wanted to do was shine
be the best do his best, give his best
when he aspired to be rich, and known
so he understand how far he grown
reaping what he sown
but what he saying is he now feel all alone
cos he cant tell a friend from a foe
a lady from a hoe
when he had little he had real friends
who like him for him
they told him he had potential
helped him believe
go get it and achieve
now fast forward
he surrounded by people he don’t know
cant take a break
so many shows
3 | P a g e
he just a piece of gold
selling the dream he was sold
moving fast and he just wanna pause
and slow
do you understand if so
can I get an Oh
Oh
Verse Two
Time to put his mask on
Put on a show for the world
But what he mean is just saying hello
Being cool, being nice
Cos he feeling cold like the north pole
And he about to break like ice
But if he speak out about it
The response is
Man
How can he be unhappy
When he got more money than he can count
Girls at his feet
Worshipped by the streets
Man he mean on a beat
So he feel trapped
Like mother nature gave him a bitch slap
Perhaps is that what he deserves
For all the shit he been talking
Or that’s another song
Ok write another wrong
4 | P a g e
Man he just trying to be
Not conscious, not righteous
Not an idol
He himself just a man
Trying a ting
To do better for himself and his family
Don’t begrudge him that

 

 

 

 

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