Whitney, you shared your gift given by GOD.
Hearing your voice vibrated our bodies
Inspiring harmonies
Tender Melodies
Naturally, loving
Eternity with everlasting
Your spirit always within us even to the stars
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Missing Classy Whitney
Whitney, you shared your gift given by GOD.
Hearing your voice vibrated our bodies
Inspiring harmonies
Tender Melodies
Naturally, loving
Eternity with everlasting
Your spirit always within us even to the stars
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Cupid Tells Of A Scroned Woman "Ginger Beau" Francee` Bouvenir
Ginger Beau
An ex-virgin transformed newly born, organism.
Strolling, almost at the end of dawn; where her
house is near. The air lifted her hair light as a
feather.
Shivery, she went inside and looked into the mirror
removed the brownish-red lipstick as she tasted
it. Washed with sea salt water the pale foundation
off her face.
Took off her wardrobe step into the warm milky
bath. She sat, imagined feeling it going into her
skin, into the bones and up to the cornea around
the eyeballs. Meditated out the window at the
white clouds until sundown.
Got out, wrapped her caramel skin, tempted as
eating with vanilla ice cream.
Gracefully walked slowly, sat at the table for two.
Poured her some hot orange-honey spice tea.
She relaxed after drinking it.
Stumbled into her bedroom, unwrapped herself
and slipped into the night grown. She slide into bed
until falling asleep.
Pitch black dark came, he walked in and stared at her.
As with his guilty conscious and a suitable frown.
He turned around went to the couch and laid his
ass down.
An ex-virgin transformed newly born, organism.
Strolling, almost at the end of dawn; where her
house is near. The air lifted her hair light as a
feather.
Shivery, she went inside and looked into the mirror
removed the brownish-red lipstick as she tasted
it. Washed with sea salt water the pale foundation
off her face.
Took off her wardrobe step into the warm milky
bath. She sat, imagined feeling it going into her
skin, into the bones and up to the cornea around
the eyeballs. Meditated out the window at the
white clouds until sundown.
Got out, wrapped her caramel skin, tempted as
eating with vanilla ice cream.
Gracefully walked slowly, sat at the table for two.
Poured her some hot orange-honey spice tea.
She relaxed after drinking it.
Stumbled into her bedroom, unwrapped herself
and slipped into the night grown. She slide into bed
until falling asleep.
Pitch black dark came, he walked in and stared at her.
As with his guilty conscious and a suitable frown.
He turned around went to the couch and laid his
ass down.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Poem Of The Day: Gwendolyn Brooks " We Real Cool"
We Real Cool
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was was an American poet. She was appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois in 1968 and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985. She was also the first African-American to received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was was an American poet. She was appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois in 1968 and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985. She was also the first African-American to received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Langston Hughes poem "I Dream A World"
I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom's way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind-
Of such I dream, my world!
James Mercer "Langston Hughes" was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form jazz poetry and is best known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance.
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom's way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind-
Of such I dream, my world!
James Mercer "Langston Hughes" was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form jazz poetry and is best known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance.
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