The Poetree

Black. Church. Sunday. If. White Jesus. Is. The. Black Preacher's,Sermon . Out. The. Church. Black. People. Should. Run..The. Preacher. Preaching. You. Need. Jesus. For. Salvation...The,Slave. Owners. Using. The. Bible. To. Justify. Slavery,Jesus. Name. Of. A. Slave. Ship. Preacher. Not. Telling. His,Congregation..Preacher. Not. Telling. The. Bible. Scripture..Slaves. With. A. Sincere. Heart. Obey. Your. Earthly., Masters...For. Profit. ,Souls. Minds. Of. Black. People. The. ,Preacher,,Enslaved. Like. The. Slave. Owners. Forcing. Christianity ,Upon. Our. Ancestors. That. Lay. In. Graves...Christianity. Is., The,Last. Of. The. Slave. Chains. ....Christianity. In. Bla…

CONTEMPLATING,AS STORM CLOUDS GATHER,SILENT RAIN FALLS OUTSIDE.BLACK MEN BRINGS TO BLACK COMMUNITIES, CHAOS AND CONFUSION.BLACK LEADERS ARE NOT COMING TOGETHER WITH IDEAS AND SOLUTIONS..BLACK COMUNITIES ARE SELF ENSLAVED,CONFINED AND IN DETAIN.BECAUSE OF THE WICKEDNESS OF BLACK BROTHERS LIKE CAIN...THE FIENDS,PIMPS,THUGS AND DREAM SABOTEURS.DRUG SUPPLIERS, PROVIDING DRUGS TO DRUG USERS...BLACK COMMUNITIES, SO MUCH, ANNIHILATION,DEVASTATION AND SELF DESTRUCTION IT CONTAINS.BECAUSE OF THE WICKEDNESS OF BLACK BROTHERS LIKE CAIN..BLACK PREACHERS PREACHING SALCVATION SERMONS ON SUNDAY..MOTIVATED BY GREED, BLACK PEOPLE ARE LED ASTRAY.BLACK PEOPLE MINDS AND SOULS FROM R…

STORMY, LUCIFER COMES IN FROM THE STORM...LIKE A SHAPE SHIFTER, NOW WITH SINISTER FRIENDS NO LONGER IN CHRISTIAN FORM...DOZEN WHITE CANDLES GLOW IN THE ROOM ALL AROUND.LIKE A HELLISH CHOIR, DEMONIC SINGING IS THE SOUND./REPOSED LUCIFER SPEAKS,BROTHERS, I WONDER, I'M CURIOUS,VERY CURIOUS..WILL THE BLACK RACE EXODUS THIS COUNTRY BY THEMSELVES,NOT BY US./...IN GHETTO COMMUNITIES,GANGS,DRUGS HAVE CONFUSION AND CHAOS.....BLACK PEOPLE HAVE CREATED THEIR OWN BLACK PLAGUE,ETHNIC CLEANSING AND HOLOCOST/..GHETTO COMUINITIES CONTROLLED BY GANGSTERS DESIRE FOR GOLD ,DIAMONDS AND THE BLING BLING..SEX,DRUGS, RAPPERS DESTRUCTIVE LYRICS,BLACK EXODUS REQUIEMS THEY SING.…

ANOTHER DAY, I WONDER MORE AND MORE. BLACK PEOPLE'S SILENCE,WILL TODAY BE LIKE YESTERDAY,,SINCE YESTERDAY WAS LIKE THE DAYS BEFORE.HARRIET TUBMAN HAD A VISION QUEST FIRE,LED THE ESCAPING SLAVES TO THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD,CIVIL RIGHTS WARRIORS,THEIR COURAGE AND BRAVERY WAS SHONE... FROM TIME, SEEMS THAT REVOLUTION FIRE HAS GONE.FOR OUR FUTURE RACE,WILL THERE BE A GROWING NEED.WILL THERE BE A RISING, PASSION FOR SOME TO LEAD.///BLACK UNITY TALKS,THERE IS HESITATION AND PAUSE/WILL THERE BE BLACK REBELS WITH A UNITY CAUSE.////DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING HAD A WILD FIRE SPIRIT WITHIN...MALCOLM X,SPOKE BLACK PEOPLE CAN BE A MIGHTY RACE,PROUD O…

Among. The. Stars,Planets,Moon. And The. Sun....There. Is. A. ,Earth,Like. Planet. With. Black. People. Called. ,Zambezinun..Planet ,Lead. By. Black. Inventors ,Mathematicians. And. Scientist.. Astronauts. ,Astronomical ,And. Astrophysicist ...Futuristic., Technology. Protects. The. Planet. ,Black. People. Living. In. Safety..Not. Divided. And. Conquered. From. The. White. Man,Christianity. And. Politics. Bringing. White. Supreamacy ...The,Children. Are. Taught. To. Embrace. Education. ,Black. ,Heritage. And History. ...Kwanzaa. Principle. Thinking. ,Black,Wall. Street. Communities. No. Ghetto s. Or. Poverty........Miles. Away,A. Space. Craft. Is. Coming. ,Warriors. An…

MAJESTIC,SHE FEELS THE WARM SPRING BREEZE..SHE LISTENS TO THE BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREES..NOT CONFINED BY THE LOUD GHETTO NOISE.HER FLOWERS BLOOMING IN HER GARDEN IS AMONG HER JOYS....SMALL IMAGE OF EDEN SHE IS TRYING TO OBTAIN.ABANDONED PLACES IN THE GHETTO,NATURE IS OFTEN DETAINED. ..THIS YEAR IN HER GARDEN GROWING,BLACK THORN AND CHERRY BLOSSOM TREES..UPON GHOST FLOWERS GETTING NECTAR ARE THE BEES..MAGNOLIAS,LILIES,GARDENIAS, AND JASMINES LIKE THE CLOUDS WHITE..POPPIES,PANSIES AND MARIGOLDS LIKE THE SUN BRIGHT...BLUE JAYS,BLACK BIRDS AND RED BIRDS IN THE GARDEN STIR..UPON GERANIUMS,,IRISES,BEGONIAS AND TULIPS FLOWERS OF MANY COLORS..UPON AZALEAS,PETUNIAS AND ORCH…

THEY WALK IN BLACK BEAUTY WITH ELOQUENT AND GRACE/CONFIDENCE SHOWN WITH THE SMILE UPON THEIR FACE.WAYS TO UPLIFT THEIR PEOPLE THEY SEEK.BLACK POETRY,LITERATURE, SONG LYRICS THEY INTELLIGENTLY SPEAK...WITHIN,THEIR SPIRIT LIKE THE SUN GLOWS.GIVING OF THEMSELVES,HELPING OTHERS,COMPASSION SHOWS.DESIRING KNOWLEDGE,LIKE NATURE ALWAYS GROWS... . THEY KNOW,THEIR BLACK SKIN,AS BEAUTIFUL AS SPRING FLOWERS BLOSSOMING.TO OTHERS SPIRITUAL INSPIRATION THEY BRING......NOT TO BE CHAINED,THEIR SPIRIT AND MIND THEIR OWN.QUEENS,GODDESSES ,THEY KNOW THEY BELONG UPON A THRONE.......

Depending on her age: It is quite normal for girls to like girls more than boys. People it's normal. To you who were born little girls, you should remember that. Okay so. The problem is when parents over react. The other problem is when we don’t tell girls that sisters, women we trust, grandmas, mothers, cousin, with woman we love there are simply lines we do not cross, the perversion comes when we cross that line and it’s in that very moment that God’s intent is lost. All women should know that the strongest bonds we will ever create will come from other females. We set the examples, it's an attraction thing, it's not a sexual thing, it'…

I am not your friend. I am not here to please you. I am here to help shape you. It is my job to help you become a worthwhile part of society one day. So no I am not here to without merit to daily praise you. No, I don't have to play with you and as you get older the meaner I will seem so thank you, the fact that you are upset with me is a accolade you see. Your complaining is actually a compliment to me, so you know I am not a genie in a bottle and your wish is not my every command. I know when you have children you’ll better understand. So please don’t get it twisted I know you didn’t ask to be born you say every day but really who’s punishing whom because the teenager y…

I don't wanna waste any more time, time is not my friend, time, time isn't my enemy, time owes me nothing, time is a commodity we wasted when were young not realizing that when it's gone it's gone, it's gone and so many of us pray for it, but we all want to redo somewhere in our life some decision we made where we feel we should have thought twice but it is what it is. Time doesn't bend it just joins us as we live. it's like the walk, or the breath we needed to exist but if we cherished it as we should We would value the risk. the risk that comes when you realize your wasting time. Its when you don't realize that time isn't your friend for you and for me it has both begin…

Affirmation by Assata Shakur I believe in living. I believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. I believe in sunshine in windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts, And sprouts grow into trees. I believe in the magic of the hands. And in the wisdom of the eyes. I believe in rain and tears. And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life. And I have seen the death parade march through the torso of the earth, sculpting mud bodies in its path. I have seen the destruction of the daylight, and seen the bloodthirsty maggots prayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind …

WINTER HOLIDAY TIME/ A HEART THAT WAS LIKE FALLEN LEAVES UPON THE GROUND WITHERED..HAS NOW BECOME, LIKE NATURE AFTER WINTER SPRING WARM REJUVENATED.FROM A SUMMER ENCOUNTER, A NEW LOVE I WAS ABLE TO OBTAIN.. A SEEKER OF LOVE THAT ESCAPED THE LONLINEST CHAINS.DRINKING MOCHA COCOA, BY THE WINDOW WATCHING THE FALLING SNOW..IMAGINING ENBRACING EACH OTHER OUTSIDE BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT'S GLOW..SNOWFLAKES DRIFT, UPON THE WINTER BREEZE, INSIDE SO MUCH WARM WE CONTAIN..A SEEKER OF LOVE THAT ESCAPED THE LONLINEST CHAINS..OUTSIDE THE FALLING SNOW HAS THE STREETS GLISTENING..TO THE SWEET SOUNDS OF OLD SOUL MUSIC WE ARE LISTENING..SMILES WARM AND TENDER,REACHING …

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LISTENING TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC,A SNOWY CHRISTMAS EVE NIGHT.SNOW ON THE GROUND GLISTENS FROM HOLIDAY NEON LIGHTS..OLD CHRISTMAS PHOTOGRAPHS SO MUCH JOY THEY BRING.WHILE LISTENING TO JOHN COLTRANE'S MY FAVORITE THINGS..REMINISCING OF CHRISTMASES LONG AGO, PRACTICING FOR THE CHRISTMAS PLAY..THE NATIVITY SCENE,MEMORIZING THE SCRIPTURES,POEMS I HAD TO SAY..REMEMBERING ON CHRISTMAS EVE NIGHT, I WAS JOYFULLY CAROLING.WHILE LISTENING TO JOHN COLTRANE'S MY FAVORITE THINGS.REMEMBER EATING CHRISTMAS COOKIES THAT GRANDMOTHER USED TO MAKE.THE TURKEY,HAM,CAKES AND PIES SHE WOULD JOYFULLY BAKE.REMEMBERING THE JOYFUL CHAOS WITH THE CHRISTMAS TREE DECORATING.WHILE LISTENING TO JOHN …

His Spirit Harmony Voice Was Strong.Singing About To The Heart And From The Heart Songs.Love Interpretation, His Great Voice Did Loudly Explain.Love"s Desire,Passion,Rising Like Flames..When His Voice Is Heard.Emotions Of The Heart Is Stirred..Singing About,Like Spring Flowers Can Bloom ,Love Can Blossom And Aching Heart.From Betrayal,A Relationship Can Depart.Inspiration And Hapiness A New Love Can Bring.A Betraying Lover Can Be Put Aside,Like Other Forgotten And Unimportant Things..A Lover"s Love That Was Needed To Live.A Possessing Love,That Has The Heart Prison,Captive.Loving And Being Loved,Uplifted From A Loving Hand,Smiling Face.A Lost Lover,You. Can No Longer …

Holiday Season. Again. Has. Begun. More. Time. With. Our. Loved,Ones.. To. Each. Other We. Call. . Some. With. Stories. To. Tell,Some. Watching. Football.. Anxious To Eat,Macoroni. And Cheese,Turkey And The Ham. The Cakes,Pies And Yams... .As We,Embrace. The Joy And Pleasure Family And Friends Bring.. We,Remember What Others Have Brought To Our Lives,That Are,No Longer Living.....

Have a good weekend, all! Howdy, Carey. In Search of You Happiness is always something we have choices to acquire…and yet it appears at times we must climb peaks in search of why we do the things we do in the name of love…Our lives can become overwhelming to us when we spend moments permitting ourselves to love what we can't possess. It’s like we tease our existence…knowing there are barriers between what truly…is our desires in life. I myself stand stubbornly and have always challenged the barricades in what I want and needed to help make me complete….I have stood in rainfalls drenching because of wanting one more look into your reality. I have walked along …

OBSERVING WHAT'S HAPPENED FROM A REVOLUTION DEFERRED..BLACK VOICES HAVE BECOME LIKE AUTUMN FALLING LEAVES,A SOUND NOT HEARD..SEEMS BLACK POLITICAL NOT SPEAKING TOGETHERNES,AS SEASONS AND TIME GROWS...DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING AND MALCOLM X,THEIR VOICES BECOMING FADING ECHOES......UNITY RELUNCTANT,THE BLACK PREACHERS,DELIBEARTELY MISLEADING BLACK PEOPLE,GREED PROFIT THEIR MOTIVATION...UPON BLACK PEOLE'S MIND AND SOUL,DR . MARTIN LUTHER KING,MALCOLM X, BRUNG KNOWLEDGED LEVITATION...BLACK COMMUNITIES,SELF ENSLAVEMENT HAS COME,AMIDST CHAOS AND CONFUSION...YOUNG BLACK YOUTH,DO THEY HAVE,WILL THEY HAVE A DFINITION OF REVOLUTION////WIL THEY FEEL THE NEED TO MOTIVATE AND BR…

Unevenly yoked means you don't agree and a house divided can not stand. Depending on how true and grounded you are in your faith will be like standing at the greatest divide. Like both holding to a rope with no true winning side. It's left and right trying to take control. It's like fighting the current as you swim while you're walking up a road. It will be liking to talking and listening simultaneously. Like wanting to battle but praying to flee. It's like an orange orange colored by design but an anomaly is created when you taste a fruit that appears as an orange yet taste of a completely different kind. It's like empty and full competing in a space where everything is …

GHETTO BORN,YOUNG,GIFTED,BLACK,WHATS IN HIS SOUL AND MIND.OF HIMSELF HOW DOES HE DEFIND/OF HIMSELF DOES HE HAVE DESIRE,GREAT EXPECTATIONS/..DOES HE SEEK BLACK HISTORY FOR KNOWLEDGE AND MOTIVATION/.FOR GHETTO OTHERS, DOES HE BRING INSPIRATION/..OR DOES THE GHETTO SELF DESTRUCTION, DESTRUCTION, THE RUINS, SLOWLY CONSUME/.AND HAVE HIM ENTOMBED AND CONTAINED IN A PRISON CELL ROOM/...

4th, Of. July,American. Flag,Liberty Bell,Statue. Of. Liberty,This. ,Country's. Freedom Symbols. Our Slave. Ancestors. ,Forced. To,Build,America. The. Beautiful. Descendants Of ,Slaves,Hated,Oppressed, Denied Liberty. In This God Fearing,Land,Of The Free. Racist White. Celebrating The Military,With Patriotic Songs,Fireworks, And Parades. Not Speaking,About The Sacrifices Black Soldiers Have Made. Black-Inventors Inventions. Everywhere You See.. In This God. Fearing,Land. Of. The. Free. . Pursuit. Of. Happiness,Justice. For. All, Lying. Historic. Words... There. Is. Equality. For Everyone, From. Racist. Lying.…

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Christmas Day On The Slave Plantation,Slaves Not Working Because It's Christmas,Slave Owner Who Tortures Them,Whip Them Brings Christmas Cheer..Giving Them Gifts Of Good Cuts Of,Meat And Fruit That They Don't Get The Rest Of The Year..After The White Church Choir Stop Singing Christmas Hymns,Plantation Preacher Finish Giving A White Baby In The Manger Sermon. Plans Of Slaves Escaping Has Begun. Christmas Night,As The Slave Owner Celebrates With His Family,And Friends With House Slaves Joyfully Serving Them,Elder Slaves Beginning Singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot,,Telling The Slaves To Get Ready To Escape. Harriet Tubman Coming,She Not Gonna Wait...Slaves,Men,Women And Ch…

UPON BLACK PEOPLE.HAS .EACH WHITE SUPREMACY DEMON/CURSE FROM HELL,CONJURE OR SUMMON/ HATING CURSE,THAT MAKES BLACK PEOPLE,HATE THEMSELVES/THAT MAKES BLACK PEOPLE DETAIN THEMSELVES/ THAT MAKES BLACK PEOPLE ADMIRE THE COMPLEXION SKIN OF OTHER RACES/THAT BRINGS DESTRUCTION IN BLACK COMMUNITY PLACES/BLACK NOT BEAUTIFUL,MAKING BLACK CHILDREN PERCEIVE/ WITHIN ,FEELING LIFELESS,LIKE DEAD, WITHERED LEAVES/CURSE MAKING BLACK MEN PREDATORS,PREYING ON THEIR PEOPLE WITH RAGE. MAKING THEM BECOME NUMBERS IN A,STEEL CELL CAGE/ MAKING CRACK HOUSES,PIMP HOUSES, CAPTIVITY LAIRS/BRINGING DEVASTATION,CHAOS,EVERYWHERE/ HATING CUR…

Autumn. Rainy. Day. Motown. Junior. Walker Music. I. Play. .His--Saxophone. Playing. Is. As. Great. As. Yard. Bird. Parker -Bradford -Marsalis And. John. Coltrane...I. Listen. As. The. Autumn. Rain. Falls. -On. The. Window. Pane .. Junior. Walker's. Music. Gets. Me. In. The -Relaxing. Mood . I. Can. Feel. The. Rhythm. And. The. Groove. Like A-Poets. Poetry. Junior. Walker's. Saxophone. Can. Speak. Of. Love's -Joy,Happiness. And. Pain.. !listening. As. The. Autumn. Rain. Falls -Upon. The Window. Pane.. My. Beloved. She. I. Embrace. And. Hold.-To. Junior. Walker 's. Love. Songs. We. Dance. Slow. Our. Love. -Making. Desire. There. Is. No. Restraint. . While. Listeni…

Preachers. Convention. Preachers. Wearing. Fancy. Suits. ,Alligator ,Shoes. ,Diamond. Rings. In. Their. Bentleys. ,Mercedes. Benz ,Rolls -Royce. ,Their. Chauffeurs. Driving. Looking. For. New. Members. Each Day. Like. Predators. Hunting. Prey..Claiming. God. Anointed ,These False. Prophets. .Enslaving. The. Souls. Of. Black. People. For ,Personal. Profit .They. Speak. Your. Life. Guide. Should. Be. The. 10-Commandments.. While. They. Have. Mistresses. On The. Side. And,Steal. Church. Money. To. Make. Car. Payments..They. Have. --Televised. Preaching. ,Preacher. Reality. T. V. Shows. . While. In. the,black. Community. Despair. And. Misery. Grows. The. Church. -Congregat…

BLACK MEN ARRIVE,CHAINED,SHACKLED,ON A RAINY,CLOUDY DAY..AS THEY WATCH GUARDS TAKE A,PRISON CORPSE, AWAY...WITHIN PRISON WALLS, THE NEW PRISONERS, WATCH BLACK MEN IN CELLS,ROW AFTER ROW.SOME CELS UP HIGH SOME DOWN BELOW..THE INNOCENT PRISONERS AND THE GUILTY ONES, FEAR THE ENCLOSED DARKNESS APPROACHING THAT LOOM/CONFINED,CONTAINED,AS IF IN A TOMB..LIKE CAGED ANIMALS,RESTLESS, BACK AND FORTH PACING...AFTER TIME IN THEIR MINDS,WILL THEIR,BE, PLANS OF ESCAPING./UNABLE TO LIE IN REPOSE,TRAPPED,CAPTIVITY IS THE GLOOM.CONFINED, CONTAINED,AS IF IN A TOMB.../THEY HAVE MOTION, BUT ARE MOTIONLESS.THEY HAVE VOICES,BUT ARE VOICELESS..DWELLING PLACE OF DESPAIR,WILL…

With. My. Parents. In. Louisiana. Observing. The. Slave. Plantation-Slave- Cabins . Owls. In. Moss Covered. Trees, A Breeze. Has. The. Slave. Cabins. Creaking. . Nobody, There. But. Their. Is. A. Feeling !-It-Seems. Haunted. And. Possessed.. Are. Our. Ancestors Unable To -Have ,A Peaceful Rest ?. Place Of Torture ,Horror And Despair. I-Wonder If Something Is Or Is Not There.... Just Beyond The ,Door . Do Our Ancestors Spirits Dwell. Upon The Floor? Are They-Not Seen. Beneath. The. Daytime. Sun's. Glow . Do. They. Wander -As- Shadowy. Figures. Beneath. The. Moon's Glow ? As. We. Leave. My-Parents Speak. A. African. Prayer. …

Jelani, Walks To His Inner City Shool With Friends,As The Rain Falls From Above.His Mother Is Who He Is Thinking Of.Another Fatherless Black Boy He Has Become One Of.His Father Left His Mother Alone.To Raise Their Children On Her Own..To Other Women,Pimp Houses,He Chose To Flee.Like Women,Having Sex, But Being A Father ,He No Longer Wanted That Responsibility..His Father A Black Man With No Purpose.Helping. His Mother Raise His Brothers,He. Must.His Father Gave His Family No Affection Or Inspiration.Did Not Give His Sons Motivation Or Determination.Jelani,Listening,Often His Mother Has Cried.The Biterness ,Heartache,Pain And Anger He Can No Longer Hide..Inner City Is …

The Good Ship Jesus *The Good Ship Jesus", or the "Jesus of Lubeck," was a 700-ton ship that would become the first vessel to bring Blacks, as slaves, from Africa to the Americas I am Mandinka Jawaaro, Mandinka Warrior From Kunga to Sinkandinga And, with these black fingers Curled around my spear and my shield, I stood with other boys, who wished to become men And learned the dances of death; Learned the Warrior Ways; Learned the tactics, strategies and rules of engagement Training from dusk ‘til dawn, as the Elders instructed, But knowing in my heart that no one would try to attack our village Nor try to rape, rob, or pillage us For …

Christmas. Time. In. The. City,The. Homeless. Look. At. Them There. Christmas. Shoppers. Walk. Around. Them . With. No. Care. Ignoring,Their. Weeping,Pain And Despair... They Think This Life,The Homeless Did ,Choose. . Seeing The Homeless. In Tattered,Clothes And Shoes. Some Of Them Once. Had Jobs,Did,Thrive... Now Their Homeless,Struggling To Survive.... The,Christian Demonic Preacher's ,Politicians,Soon Turkey. And,Ham,They Will Be Carving. Not Caring About The Homeless,In. The Streets. Starving.. Extra. Difficult. For. Parents. With. Children,Trying. To. Cope.. Many. Have. Given. Up. Hope... They. Yearn,For. Compassion ,But. …

Joyfully ,Beneath. The. African. Sun.. Pygmy. Tribe Women. Play. The. Hoodoo. Drums. Ancestors. Celebration,Zulu,Maasai,Ashanti ,And. Yoruba Tribe. Women. Dance,Like. Gazelles. They. Jump. And. Leap. . Like. The. Majestic ,Black. Panther. They. Land. Perfectly. On. Their. Feet..... Within. Them. The. Spirits. Of. The. Lioness. Loud. Roar. Within. Them. The. Spirits. Of. The. Black. Eagles. That. Highly. Soar. The. Spirits. Of. The. Ancestors. That. Walk. Beneath. The. Sun. And. Within. The. Wind. And. Rain. Within. Then. The. Spirits. That. Walk. The. Deserts,Mountains ,,Jungles. And. Plains... The. Spirits. Within. The. Ancient. ,Baobaba. Trees. . The Tribe. …

Hey everyone, My nephew, Curtiss Cook's movies are finally out and on the market. On Feb, 19 2010 the movie (Shutter Island with Leonardo DiCaprio) will be in theaters. His other movie (breaking point with Busta Rhymes) is out on DVD As I type, so go to your local video store and rent it. There are two others that doesn't have a release date, as far as I know, so when I fine out I will let you know. E. Hall YES, I miss you 2 Chris! Do you need 4 us 2 send you a GPS???????????????????? Your posts were my favorites! ********************************************************************************************* Eve, Congratulations! "Sisterho…

Listening To Music On Christmas Eve. What Christmas Means To Me,I Perceive..Love For Family And Friends ,My Heart Possess...Seeing People Who Are Alone,I Have Been Blessed..Enjoying The Young As The Family Grows. Remembering,Those Gone From Memories And Photos...Many Hugs And Much Laughing.. Giving Gifts And Unwrapping....At,church After The Bell Rings. Watching The Children Black Nativity Scene,As The Choir Sings...At Families,Homes Together Gathered. Enjoying Eating The Dinner,Prepared...With Loving Moments And Memories Of Those,Long Gone I Will Never Forget.....My Life Enriched By New,Friends I Have Met...

Giving. Wisdom. And. Guidance,With. A. Smiling. Face.. Always,Reaching. To. Give. A. Loving.,Embrace.....Always,Encouraging,Family,Closeness..And,Having. Laughter,,Dealing. With. Family. Craziness..Not. Just,Celebrating. You. With. A. Cake. And. Flowers,But. Loving,Words. We. Express...Having. You. As. A. Mother,Is,Truly. Being. Blessed.......

They fed me belly-full, And sent me to bed With an empty heart And a starved soul And told themselves What great parents they were But they fed me. They fed me belly-full, And starved my soul. They planted my rage, And righteously questioned why I was not like the rest… My soul hungered for love, Yet my belly hungered not. ... Excerpt from My Upcoming Book Of Poems, "My Black Soul Dirges"

One fine morning a little mouse named Beatrice got ready for church. She went to her closet to pull out her finest church shoes that were hammered together with a piece of wood from a couch, maybe it was birch. Beatrice searched for her only hat to go with the shoes. This is something she thought she would rarely lose. She found the shoes and now it was time to find the dress. It was tucked away in her closet with an elegantly well placed hole she had stitched with a hairtress. Beatrice slipped her little nylons on her small clawed feet. She only had one glove to cover her paw and it had a small stain but once she put it on, it looked fairly neat. Beatrice spit on h…

Hello Everyone, This poem is a part of my manuscript, Cracked Glass, Part One: The Whole Damned Family. As sad as it is, I wrote this poem during a time of my life when I needed to be saved. I discovered early via writing in diaries and writing poetry, that the written word has the power to heal. Know that I did not physically kill my daddy. However, I did kill him literary and that was more than enough to save me life. Thanks for reading. I am prayerful that my manuscript will be picked up soon by the right agent (hopefully a black literary agency that appreciates) and that it will help to save a child from the suffering that I had to endure. Daddy's Little Girl.docx

Details: http://silverboomerbooks.com/submissions.html Silver Boomer Books seeks submissions for an anthology tentatively identified as Flashlight Memories. Submissions of prose and poetry should be submitted pursuant to these guidelines by March 15, 2010. The focus of the anthology is childhood reading. What events in your childhood led you to become a reader for life? Did you crawl between the sheets with a book and a flashlight? Did a friend or family member influence you? What books drew you into the world of literature? Send poetry or prose, and consider our earlier anthologies, Silver Boomers, Freckles to Wrinkles, and This Path for examples of style. Follow th…

Perception, it is not a matter of what you see in your mind. It is not what your eyes witness that make perception a reality. We see things all the time refusing to believe our lying eyes, our minds make us give our thoughts permission to compromise. Perception is based on experiences whether good or bad, it is about what we are taught and often more than not our parents where working with the best they had. It is hard to consider as the children we once where that others would impact the way we learn to view the world. There are those that come along to challenge what you believe because knowing is an Illusion wrapped in stories that are jaded by what is deemed truth. Re…

The door: it only looks like an entrance, but when it is examined, it is so much more. We use the door for so many things, it is a way of escape depending on the direction it swings. It is a pendulum that can be blown opened or closed. It has duel purposes when we consider should it be opened or closed. The door is the way many come in. we invite them, to enter where a conversation can begin and in the same breath we tell them to leave but the intent of the direction is decided by the perception believed. The exit sign sets just up above but is never noticed when we enter in love, and yes the door is often sealed shut, the soul that is broken will bric…

Balance, the yin and the yang, two equal parts, different yet same, value and worth, caution without pain, to be uneasy and alarmed, proud and shamed. The conundrum that describes the strange, that gives names to the nameless that are showered with fame. The walk to the crawl and backs become fronts and no one is turning around but the mystery lost in the moment becomes so profound. Identical places that set back to back. The coin toss that has tails looking up while the head was once at. The falling of rain and raising of sand. The coarseness of water as it sits on the ground. The nature flow with the robotic dance is the motion of still where to be blind is to be seen a…

Black. People. It. Is. Time. To. Rise.. In. This. Country. We. Need. Unity. To. Survive...For. Centuries. Because. Of. Our. Skin. Color ,And. Race. Our. People. They. Dehumanize....They. Bring. In. Black ,Communities. Guns. And. Cocaine. To. Help. With. Black. Genocide..,For. Profit. To. A. White. Jesus. Black. People. Black. Preachers. Will. Baptize... Both. Political. Parties. Racist. Speak. Lies..Each. Minute. Each. Second. Of. Each. New. Sunrise. .They. Are,Planning. Our. Demise....

SNOWY DECEMBER DAY,FINISHED DECORATING, MY HOUSE LOOKING GOOD.JUST MADE THE MOST SOULFUL SNOWMAN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD..MY BELOVED AND I BEGIN WANDERING THE NEIGHBORHOOD STREETS..JOYFULLY SPEAKING HAPPINESS,AND BEST WISHES TO PEOPLE THAT WE MEET./CHILDREN ARE PLAYING IN THE SNOW,SOME ,ALREADY, JINGLE BELLING. AS CHRISTMAS GET CLOSER, WE WILL WITH OUR FRIENDS, BE CAROLING AND SINGING...HOLIDAY COLORS,RED,GOLD,GREEN, STREET PIMPS DRESSED IN HOLIDAY STYLE.....AROUND THE CORNER,BLACK SANTA CLAUS CAUGHT IN A SUPREMACY RACIAL PROFILE....WE WILL ATTEMPT TO GO ICE SKATING AND GO SLEIGH RIDING IN THE SNOW..TO CHILDREN IN THE NEIGHBORHOODS ,I WILL BE …

Read this article for some background “Come hell or high water, Tribes will exist.” – Steve Cannon The Friends of Steve Cannon: A Evening of Poetry and Jazz In Celebration of A Gathering of the Tribes & An Incredible Man A National Poetry / Jazz Appreciation Month Benefit for A Gathering of the Tribes Hosted by Mariposa, Frank Perez & Sheila Maldonado Featuring: Jesus-Papoleto Melendez, Melanie M. Goodreaux-Fielder,Stephanie Agosto, Dusty Rhodes, Ron Kolm, Danny Shot, Tsaurah Litzky, Bonafide Rojas, LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs, Patricia Spears Jones, Paul Beatty, Eve Packer, David Henderson,Bob Holman, Sophie Malleret, Bonny Finbe…

Hi I am am very much interested in having my debut poetry book "I Found my Heart" be considered for a review. "I Found my Heart" is a collection of poetry and prose that recounts the story of a woman’s journey through life’s uncertain pathways. The book highlights how pain can cripple us into oblivion, powerlessness and doubt. In our quest for healing, we sometimes become discouraged thinking we are alone on this journey. The story shows how fragile and resilient one's heart can be as well as the importance of trusting the process of healing and growth. It proves that sometimes it takes a deepening pain to find exactly what was needed to revolutionize your lif…

Please Dear Poet, Writer,Readers friends, appreciate me for the poetry, Here a total of five poetry, The first poem, rose_rosy [一朵玫瑰色的玫瑰] By the Chinese poet fengwenshu My space 's small emperor-my son As a Roseate for endless routh, When unborn my son, Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming. And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure, In phoenix's body breed, In rosy rose had Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills, Rivers, grasss, groves, And greatures.her sweetly joy and Fire of love, I sangs upon my son…

I am a an author, mentor, and children's advocate. As a former classroom teacher, I witnessed far too many young girls getting pregnant. Our girls know so little of themselves, not to mention having to learn how to become mothers in their youth. I wrote this poem as a reminder to all of us that babies are precious commodities that we are to nurture into fine products of humanity. When we give birth and we are still very much babies ourselves, we disrupt motherhood in unforgivable ways that cause our children to suffer from our maternal immaturity. I hope that you will appreciate and share my words with young girls so that they can enjoy being beautiful children before bec…