The Poetree

Love at first sight you can say hey I know what I like and I love what I see put you in the middle she’s JuST for me flirted at every chance I get never was one to quit teased me wit the leggings knowin’ I would want a feel JuST a pitch to see if it’s real. Well, at least I tired how about a bet or a quiet deal just a kiss anywhere but I expect the lips took a while for us to enter this relationship lets not break up over fights those situationships work it out for the relationship always seems to bring me back when my hands go around those hips. Damn girl you even smack your lips in between every kiss dis your ex everytime I see him JuST to get him pissed we wen…

Djembe Drums,Sound As The Candles Are Lit In The Kinara. Can Black People Come Together For Unity In America?Black People Embracing The 7 Principles Of Kwanzaa,What Each One Means.Uplifting Our Communities,Seeing.Each Other As Kings And Queens..Black Voices ,And Vision Coming.g Together With Solutions.To Stop The Madness ,Chaos And Confusion. White Supremacy,With Their Evil Racist Schemes,Plots And Plans..Understanding.Each Principle,Unity,Creativity,Faith Purpose,Self Determination,Collective Work And Responsibilty,Cooperative Economics,Believing.We Can. Black Communities Problems We Can Solve. If Each.Black.Person Get Involved....

The Black Church Bell Loudly.Ring. Go Tell It On The Mountain,Children Choir Joyfully Sing. The Preacher Speaks ,As I Speak Of The Christmas Long Ago,Luke 2_1_21,As I Read The Scriptures. ,A Brown Baby Nativity,In Your Mind Picture...One Of The Three Kings ,Was Black Who Rode A Camel'S Back. He Came From The Land Where Kings Are Black. They Travelled Far Day And Night.. Guided By A Mystical Light. When They Got To Bethlehem. They Bring Gifts As They,Kneel.Down To Him. Gifts Of Myrrh,Frankincense And Gold. The Brown Baby King In The Manager Was A Glorious Sight To Behold... As We Prepare To Be With Family And Rejoice,Christmas To Rejoice. I Speak Of Singer Joe Ligon,Passi…

The Winter Weather Outside Is Frightful. Inside With My Beloved,It Is Delightful. . Back Home After Late Christmas Shopping.And With Family And Friends Joyfully Caroling.. Beneath The Mistletoe We Embrace And Kiss. Within Feeling Of Warm Bliss..Outside As The Snow Falls And The Streets Are Glistening. We Next To The FirePlace,Sipping Swiss Mocha,,To Motown And Oscar Petersen Christmas Music We Are Listening....Christmas Day,, Despite The Cold Weather. Family And Friends Will Again Gather. Joyfully We Will Be Sharing And Giving.. Not Forgetting Family And Friends No Longer Living...As I Observed My Neighborhoods,Those In Despair,With Emptiness,,Not Religious,But I Must …

Almost Christmas,Preacher Dexter Eddie Bailey Drives Into The Church Parking Lot,His Rolls Royce.His Church Congregation,Has Made Him Their Salvation Choice. The Cries Of Poverty Communities,The Homeless And Poor,Not Hearing Their Voice. How Dare Upon Him They Intrude. Wanting Shelter,Clothes And Food. Preacher Dexter Eddie Bailey To His Congregation Speaks,Time For Another Holiday Offering To Begin.Last Month Holiday Offering Helped The Preacher Buy His Wife A Mercedes Benz..Preacher Not Seeing The Old Blankets The Homeless Lie Under..Not Seeing Children Wandering Around In Hunger. Preacher Not Seeing Those Desolate And Poor.Just Down The Street From The Church Door. P…

Preachers Speak By Heaven They Are Anointed. But Upon The Pulpit They Are Self Appointed. Money Greed Within Them,Their Spirit Not Like The Sun Beaming. Church Offerings, They Have Plans Of Stealing.. Not Reaching Out To Those In Despair With Compassion.. Upon The Church Pulpit, They Wear Gold Chains,Diamond Rings And Their Suits Are Pimp Fashion. With Their Christian Eyes Not Seeing The Homeless In The Streets Along. The Poor ,Not Hearing Their Lament And Moan. Not Clothing The Naked, Making Sure The Hungry Is Fed. Within Them Their Charitable Spirit Is Dead.. . For Themselves, They Steal In The Name Of The Almighty...Not Trying To Uplift Those In Poverty...

In New Orleans, There Is A Memorial For Slaves, A Chained Cross, With Shackles Upon It. Remembering The Slaves ,That Were Chained, Shackled ,Naked Kept In Pens Before They Were, Auctioned And Sold. Slaves That Were Beaten With Whips, When They Did Not Do What They Were Told. After Slaves Separated, Slave Parents Trying To Escape To Their Child, Again To Hold. Slaves That Died From Disease And Those Deliberately Left Outside In Winter Cold. Slaves That Escaped And Traveled The Underground Railroad. Slaves Hearing About Nat Turner Rebellion, Beaten And Murdered If They Were That Bold. Slaves That Built New Orleans And Picked The Crop That Growed ..In New Orleans, Memorial …

I ran into poet, author, Heru Ptah at the Brooklyn Book festival on Sunday. Now Heru has been published by a major publisher, he has appeared on HBO's Def Jam, and he was book writer for the Broadway Musical Hot Feet. He has accomplished a lot. But he is still "grinding" like a self published author. Walking the fair hand selling books person to person. This is the way Heru was discovered, hand selling books on a NYC subway. He sold a book to the publishing director of MTV Books and got a "mid-5-figure" book deal. Some authors, after getting a book deal stop self promoting (assuming they ever promoted their own work at all). You can't stop--especially if…

Laini Mataka - One Powerful Poet! 0 As I was updating the website I came across this poet. Much of her poetry touches on issues we've been discussing lately.

Black Men What Is This Inner City Killing Madness? In Inner City Black Communities There Is More Sadness Than Gladness. Street Gangs Killings, So Many Lives Lost. Black Men Helping White Supremacy With The Black Holocaust. Black Politicians , Black Churches, Not Unity Organized. They Seem To Be Ignoring The Black On Black Murder Crimes.. As Each Night And Day. Racist White Police Hunt Black Males Like Predators Hunting Prey.Black Children Cannot Have Ambition, To Thrive. When Each Day They Struggle To Survive.. Inner Cities, War Zones, Ghetto Concentration Camps, Place Of Dwell.Racist White Political, They Organize Poor Schools For Black Children To Fail... Racist White,…

This is a tale...no..two tales..well the other is really a song, of things past. The first is heard most eloquently in the nostalgia elders ,as they speak of a time. A time when life was life..and death was ..well..Another life. When little children would gather around warm embers and be told in soft words of those gone before. Now they smile..Not hoping for this kind of death..But in a way happy ,happy that they can remember tales of when the wind whistled through stone walls..When the term "the destroyers" .."va Rozvi" ceased being a verb. Of how the Rozvi forged empires through plains of ignorance and placitude, ruling unquestioned with the spear. The other tale/…

Greetings.For a moment your silliness has infringed on my consciousness .Can you feel it? My glorious mind impinging on a pathetic anorexic excuse of yours.Apart from your causes you are *nothing*. You and your apish mind are evidence of evolution. I am PROOF there is a God. What else but an omnipotent , benevolent being would allow sublime symmetry and beauty to grace you? You *are* your causes. Watch as i add one more. See how you are, As your adrenalin ,anxiety ,your primitive secondary nervous system goes into overdrive. You feel it don't you? Yes that's it. How your muscles twitch as you get into your primitive animalistic flight or fight mode. Your s…

You of the Moyo clan, do you know who you are? Have you not parted multitudes with the rod of the spear? Have you not ruled longer (through the mutapa's) for a thousand years? Longer than any other royal family on the face of this planet save the Japanese emperor . Do you and your vassals not have a great tradition of literature in the form of nhetembo (praise poetry)? Do you not have the only musical instrument in black Africa to have a scale, is not the concept of the musical chord alien to the African mind but yours? Did you not have a 10 day week to rule over time where the rest of Africa moved by sight , depending on the emotions of the moon. Wh…

POETIC ECHO EXCERPT FROM BYWORD "A NATION CALLED OUT OF THEIR NAME" LIVE ON AMAZON www.amazon.com/author/markmakabi BY MAKABI MY WALK, MY SHOES My walk, my shoes, my path, my blues, your discourse of diversity is converse, imitating my images expectations, your fears, your perceptions, My education, my responsibility, your miseducation, your manipulation, My truth, your lies, the lie confirms the truth; the devil is a liar, my laws, you’re lawless, whose laws? The most High laws rules, My race, your disgrace, my color, your sin, my nigger, your name, my name, your nigga, my confusion, your illusion, your deception, my attention, my blues, your p…

As I got back into my workout regimen last weekend, I was in my feelings about all the things that had taken place lately. I needed an outlet, so I decided to write this poem. Shattered windows. Shattered dreams. Ulterior motives it seems. Pieces of him. Pieces of me. It’s just too bad the blind are the first to see. Legacies undone. A man gone before the sun. Set on his life. Fatherless kids gloom amongst the ranks. Souls torn for they have witnessed the Shawshank before the redemption. It’s sad because some may never get this. The past remain the present with heavily coated makeup. Covering up all the blemishes. Showing the beautiful exterior when it the interior t…

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 …

I've been searching and wondering when will my writings ever get recognized and where to go for that to happen. However I am still at a crossroads and I need some guidance. Is there anyone out there that can offer direction? r.robertson.esq@gmail.com

Sunday,Black Church Bell,Loudly Rings.People Come In As The Choir,Joyfully Sings.To Get Spiritualy Uplifted The Reason They Come.Is There A Feeling,Rising Within,When The Sermon Is Done?Most Preachers Say They Are Anointed.Most Preachers Are Self Appointed.From The Sermon,What Did You Retrieve?What Vision Did Your Spirit Eye Perceive?Did You Kneel Down At The Altar?Was There A Feeling Within That Begin,To Stir?The Preacher's Sermon That You Heard.Does It Reseamble The Scriptures ,When You Read The Word?Does The Preacher"s Life Reseamble The Scriptures And Verses?As The Preacher"s Ushers ,Take Money From Your Wallets And Purses.!!

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 …

After Military Choir Sings Patriotic And Religious Songs,Black Bugle Player Plays Taps,Beneath Cloudy Skies.As Silent Rain Falls Upon Lieutenant Chester Brown"s War Weary Eyes. At Arlington Cemetary,In Flag Covered Coffin A Fallen Black Soldier Body Lies.Afghanistan,Bombs Everywhere,Missles ,Road Side Bombs,People Hiding And Running.Bodies And Buildings Burning.Lieutenant Chester Brown Holding Fallen Soldiers Wife As She Weeps.Wondering If The Fallen Soldier"s, High School Age Son Will Gun Down By Racist White Police In The Streets.Black Soldiers Risking Their Lives For World peace,Protecting This Country,And Trying To Bring Freedom To People Of War Desolate And Distress…

I just published a poetry book on Amazon called Harlem Nights and Footstep Blues. The paperback version is available only on Amazon. The ebook version is on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple iBooks, Smashwords, Kobo, and Blio. Link below: http://www.amazon.com/Harlem-Nights-Footstep-Julius-Jamaal/dp/0997172606?ie=UTF8&qid=&ref_=tmm_pap_swatch_0&sr= Harlem Nights and Footstep Blues is a poetry collection consisting of 65 poems. The poems are separated into 11 distinct sections that tell their own story while still fitting into the overall story of the collection. Although not limited to African American influences and content, the collection is ver…

The following poem was written and Illustrated by Ngum Nagfor Cameroonian, Ngum Ngafor launched Africally Speaking which is an African website that tackles business, technology, politics, science and social issues. Ngum's poem is what introduced me to the role of West Africans in defending India for the British.

36th Day of ‪#‎BlackHistoryMonth‬: The 3 Bestselling Poetry Books for 1998 I sold a lot of these books back in 1998, this was during a time when folks said poetry does not sell. But what did I know, I was just starting out as a bookseller.

With the Center for African American Poetry and Poetics, Dawn Lundy Martin wants to make Pitt the place people go to study black poetry. “We want to help to really put that MFA program on the map so that if you’re a black poet, the very first place that you would apply to and your top choice would be the University of Pittsburgh,” Lundy Martin said. “Right now, that’s not true.” Pitt English professor Lundy Martin is co-founder and co-director of the CAAPP, which Pitt launched in March as a creative think tank for African-American and African diasporic poets and artists. Located on the fourth floor of the Cathedral of Learning, the Center records Pitt’s history …

Agony, Not Ecstasy A day has gone A week has passed A month will soon be over. I can't wait too much longer. I am getting weak at the knees My heart is missing your love My body is missing your touches My lips are missing your kisses My ego is missing your compliments My conscience is tearing me to pieces, So I need to ask you something, I need to ask you for... Forgiveness. (c) 2005 cagedbird http://myseashellbooks.com/books/dontays-alphabet-book-color/

Body Language I see you across the room, your eyes are fixed right on me. They start at the top of my head and go down to my high-heeled shoes. I try to concentrate on something else, but my eyes keep returning back to you. I become uneasy, uncomfortable, as you begin to approach me. You ask me for a dance, I don't hesitate, I eagerly enter into your embrace. Bodies attracting like a magnet, sticking together like glue. Your body speaks fluently, mine... listens. (c) 2015 Cagedbird Evelyn D. Hall/ Author & Poet

The Man, Called Prolific Royal Ingenious Nonconforming Charismatic Evoluntionary (c) Cagedbird 1999

INNER CITY RAINY NIGHT, GANGSTER WARS, GUN BULLETS FLY. GANGSTER FALLS TO THE GROUND, HIT BY BULLETS FROM A DRIVE BY./HE REMAINED IN HIS GANG,KNOWING OF HIS GANGSTER BROTHERS/SOME,WERE IN PRISON IN A CELL,WITH PRISON NUMBERS.STUPID, NOT CARING THAT RACIST WHITE POLICE AND POLITICIANS ARE SUPPLYING THE GUNS AND COCAINE.USING THAT AS A EXCUSE TO KILL THEM OR PUT THEM IN A CELL IN DETAIN/ANNIHILATION,DEVASTATION,MUTILATION PURE EVIL./NOT CARING IF THEIR BULLETS HIT INNOCENT PEOPLE. NO MATTER, VENGEANCE,SELF HATRED,RACE HATRED, SO MUCH DESTRUCTION THEY BRING.SELLING GUNS, CRACK COCAINE FOR THE BLING BLING//WITH GUN SHOT PAIN,HE TRIES…

64th Day of ‪#‎BlackHistoryMonth‬: Poet Dr. Maya Angelou born April 4, 1928 This photo was taken, during the National Book Awards, just a few month before Angelou passed.

53rd Day of ‪#‎BlackHistoryMonth‬: Writer, Educator, Filmmaker, Activist, Poet, Kalamu ya Salaam Born March 24, 1947 Kalamu was one the the first supporters of AALBC.com and he taught me a lot.

49th Day of ‪#‎BlackHistoryMonth‬: We lost world renown poet Ai on this day in 2010

THE 1600'S NOT KNOWING THE SPECIFIC TIME. I AM ENVISIONING THE FIRST SLAVE SHIP COMING TO AMERICA IN MY MIND. AS I STAND AT THE SHORE.LISTENING TO THE OCEAN ROAR.LOOKING OUT UPON THE OCEAN AS I STAND.THINKING ABOUT MY ANCESTORS KIDNAPPED FROM THEIR ANCIENT DARK LAND...UP AND DOWN,THE SLAVE SHIP UPON THE WAVES.CARGO HOLE,CHAINED,SHACKLED ARE THE SLAVES.THOSE LONG AGO YEARS.SEEING THEIR TEARS AND FEARS.WHETHER BLUE SKIES OR GREY.PURE EVIL.WHITE MEN DID DISPLAY./ HUMAN CARGO,MOANS AND WEEPING THE SOUND.NOT UNDERSTANDING THEIR HELL BOUND....FROM A SPRING DAY,WITH BLUE SKIES.FROM WITHIN DEEP,MY SOUL CRIES.ENVISIONING THE FIRST SLAVE SHIP …

Disconnected by: JonRenee' Withdrawn from a world, Where relationships seem to become a thing of the past. Where everybody has a friend that has a friend. Competing for time that doesn’t last. Provocative forces of energy. Indicative to technology. Searching for love, but love is now the minority. Texting replaced verbal conversation. Missing baritones and femme fatale, Alters the dynamics of basic instincts, An attraction that disturbs the structure of communication. So she’s disconnected. …

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.......

Kanye compares himself to poet, Maya Angelou. Kanye West is stepping back into the limelight — and bringing his ego, too. The "Heartless" rapper took to his blog Monday and announced his return to the studio, reports People.com. West, who has laid low since hijacking Taylor Swift's acceptance speech at the MTV Music Video Awards in September, promised to "bring you the best I have to offer with the same dedication that Kobe [bryant] has on the court." The star continues, "It's funny how so many rappers get worse as their careers stretch out, but true poets get better." West writes that he wants to follow in the footsteps of giants like Maya Angelou, Nina Simon…

BLACK MEN, YOUR CHILDREN YOU CREATED,WHETHER FROM LOVE MAKING PLEASURE,OR BRIEF SEX ENCOUNTER,YOUR CHILDREN,TEND TO THIS GARDEN ,THAT YOU SEEDED,/LIKE THE SEEDS NEEDING RAIN,SUNSHINE TO GROW,CHILDREN,ENCOURAGEMENT ,LOVE,NURTURING,WHAT IS NEEDED//LIKE THE SEED GROWS TO A PLANT,THE BOY GROWS TO A MAN.WITH GUIDANCE, STRONG AS TREE HE CAN STAND,/LIKE BEAUTIFUL COLORFUL SPRING FLOWERS THAT GREW./ THEIR JUST AS BEAUTIFUL WITH THEIR BLACK SKIN HUE..WITH EDUCATION AND KNOWLEDGE,THEY LIKE FLOWERS CAN BLOOM.HAVING INNER STRENGTH,FAITH ,THEIR MINDS WANT BECOME WITHERED,BECAUSE OF WHITE SUPREMACY EVIL,BLACK VILLAINS,LEADING THEM TO A CELL…

WILL THERE BE A BLACK MAN ON CHURCH SUNDAY/THAT WILL SPEAK AGAINST BLACK PEOPLE SPIRITUALLY BEING LED INTO DISARRAY/ WHEN THE CHURCH BELL LOUDLY RING/WHEN THE BLACK MAN WALKS IN/SEEING ELDER BLACK FOLK ,CHILDREN AND WOMEN/,AS PREACHER PREPARES TO SPEAK,AS CHOIR SING////WILL A RIGHTEOUS VOICE HAVE A CONFRONTATION/ASKING THE PREACHER,WHY BLACK PRESENCE IN THE BIBLE NOT A SERMON,WAITING FOR A EXPLANATION//JESUS BIRTH ,THE CRUCIFIXION,THE SCRIPTURE INFORMATION/BIBLE DOES NOT SAY, JESUS HAD BLUE EYES ,BLOND HAIR,HE WAS CAUCASIAN/PREACHER SHOULD NOT PREACH 10 COMMANDMENTS AND DAMNATION/BECAUSE OF LUST, MONEY GREED, HE HAS E…

BLACK PEOPLE,WHAT IS YOUR ESSENCE OF BEING/ WITHIN IS THERE CALM MELLOW,LIKE THE FEELING AFTER MAKING LOVE,THE AFTERGLOW/WITHIN IS THE SPIRIT SHINING BRIGHT,BRINGING WARMTH LIKE THE SUMMER SUN'S GLOW/TO THE BLACK YOUTH,PROVIDING ANCESTOR HERITAGE,BLACK HISTORY ,FOR THEM TO KNOW AND SHOW//DESIRE TO BRING RIGHTEOUS VISION AND WISDOM ,TO OTHERS SO THEY ,CAN,FOLLOW/SEEING OUR BLACK SKIN AS BEAUTIFUL AS A ROSE//UPLIFTING OUR PEOPLE SPIRITUALLY,IS THAT A DESIRE THAT GROWS//COMING TOGETHER LIKE ANCIENT AFRICAN TRIBES,CREATING BLACK REIGN,UPON WHITE SUPREMACY, TRIUMPHANT AFTERGLOW///

MY BELOVED AND I WALK BENEATH A SUMMER SOUTHERN SUNSET.WE JOYFULLY REMINISCE ABOUT HOW WE MET/ .AFTER THE LAST DISASTER RELATIONSHIP, I WAITED, BECAME PATIENT.SHE LIKE THE SUNSET, A HEAVENLY CREATION..FROM THE RADIO,LISTENING TO 1970'S SOUL MUSIC,LOVE SONGS WITH MEANING.SHE LIKE THE SUN RAYS , HER ESSENCE BEAMING///AMONG THE SUMMER BLOSSOMING COLORFUL FLOWERS,LEAVES GREEN.HER BEAUTIFUL BLACKNESS, A CAPTIVATING PARADISE SCENE./FEELING THE WARM SUMMER BREEZE AS THE SUN GOES DOWN.THE BIRDS HAVE A HARMONY,MELODY SOUND./ WE ARE SMILING, IN A LOVING EMBRACE.MY FINGER GENTLY CARESSES HER FACE..WE LIKE THE SUNSET COLORS,O…

DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, RIGHTEOUS MAN, STRONG VOICE AND PRESENCE, HE STOOD.HE PRAYED AND PREACHED FOR RACIAL BROTHERHOOD.FROM A SPIRITUAL REALM DOES HE WEEP IN SOLITUDE,,OBSERVING THIS COUNTRY,AND HIS PEOPLE,WATCHING US/ HIS,DREAM OF EQUALITY, VISION OF A , PROMISE LAND FOR HIS PEOPLE, IS IN CHAOS./ FERGUSON,OTHER PLACES,THE PROTESTING OF RACIST WHITE POLICE MURDERING BLACK MALES IN THIS NATION.HE REMEMBERS THE PROTESTING IN BIRMINGHAM,SELMA,EDMUND PETTUS BRIDGE BY WHITE RACIST WHO WANTED TO KEEP RACISM AND SEGREGATION....AMONG EVIL POLITICIAN , RELIGIOUS WICKEDNESS,DOES HE WANDER/ FUTURE,OF THIS COUNTRY AND HIS PEOPLE…

This is poem I didn't post the first time. Rape You raped me stole thoughts and feelings I had hidden releasing inhibitions, feelings imbibed in my spirit warm, wet, fetishes like your tongue parting my lips invading my soul making me victim to love a word too simple to describe my feelings of your penetration ejaculated rhythm a pain so sweet it's syrupy, sticky-jismish glow stains sheets every tomorrow I'm alone

Sunrise Sparkling with the glint of sunrise The sun’s red-orange hue Somehow turns me blue Because it wasn’t so long ago the sunrise Was in your eyes, giving me my morning view As I awakened from a night of passion To glimpses of sunlight that laps The lapses of the moon’s radiance underneath Your eyelashes; Wondering if I still hold that dream in your eyes But what is visible Is the glistening dew Resembling tears of the day we separated Like mist turning into a trickle, then a drop falling I wanted to cry but my eyes did not give in …

Sunrise Sparkling with the glint of sunrise The sun’s red-orange hue Somehow turns me blue Because it wasn’t so long ago the sunrise Was in your eyes, giving me my morning view As I awakened from a night of passion To glimpses of sunlight that laps The lapses of the moon’s radiance underneath Your eyelashes; Wondering if I still hold that dream in your eyes But what is visible Is the glistening dew Resembling tears of the day we separated Like mist turning into a trickle, then a drop falling I wanted to cry but my eyes did not give in …

IN A INNER CITY ELEMENTARY CLASS.WHAT IS AFRICA TO YOU BLACK LIBRARIAN ASKED.FROM MY WORDS ,SPIRITUAL JOURNEY,ENVISION THE SCENE.AFRICA, OUR ANCESTORS , MOTHER LAND OF KINGS AND QUEENS.SEE THE ELEPHANTS BY A UMBRELLA TREE.THE WILDEBEEST MIGRATION UPON THE SERENGETI.FROM PREDATORS, IMPALA AND GAZELLES JUMP AND LEAP.UPON THE GROUND, COBRAS, BLACK MAMBAS,BOOMSLANG SLITHER AND CREEP..HEAR THE ROAR OF A LIONESS PRIDE.THE SINGING AND DJEMBE DRUMS OF ANCIENT TRIBES...VULTURES FIGHTING OVER A WILDEBEEST CARCASS..WATCHING ZEBRA, A LEOPARD IN THE TALL GRASS.SAHARA ,KALAHARI THE GREAT DESERTS,MOUNT KILIMANJARO,VICTORIA FALLS.IN THE RAIN FORE…

TIME OF YEAR AGAIN, AGAIN KWANZAA HAS NOT BEGUN. KWANZAA CANDLES IN THE KINARA,UMOJA-UNITY HOLDING UP THE BLACK ONE.IDEAS AND SOLUTIONS, CAN BLACK PEOPLE UNITE AND SPEAK.DO NOT BELIEVE UNITY IS BEYOND OUR REACH..WILL BLACK CHILDREN BE TAUGHT WHAT KWANZAA MEANS.WITH UNITY BLACK MEN CAN STOP BEING VILLAINS AND FIENDS.BEGIN TREATING BLACK WOMEN LIKE QUEENS..,..BLACK MEN CAN BECOME ANCIENT AFRICAN TRIBES..WITH DETERMINATION AND PURPOSE COMMUNITIES CAN THRIVE...WE ARE CONQUERED, BECAUSE WE HAVE BEEN DIVIDED.PREACHERS AND POLITICIANS WORDS HAVE MISGUIDED..... WITHOUT UNITY, SELF ENSLAVED WE WILL REMAIN./////UPON US WH…

HOW THE TRUMP STOLE CHRISTMAS http://pollardpost.blogspot.com/2015/12/how-trump-stole-christmas.html

WHAT A JOYOUS DAY, CHRISTMAS MORNING.A JOYFUL CROWD BEGINS FORMING. THE OLD BLACK CHURCH BELL RINGS.THE CHOIR BEGINS TO SING. /PREACHER BEGINS READING THE SCRIPTURES. CHILDREN DOING THEIR CHRISTMAS PLAY..A BROWN BABY KING IS ON DISPLAY.PREACHER SAYS,LIFT EVERY VOICE/LET YOUR HEART AND SPIRIT REJOICE' / EVERYONE SINGS,SILENT NIGHT,OH WHAT A HOLY NIGHT,JESUS CHRIST THE BROWN SAVIOR WAS BORN. HALLEUJAH/SILENT NIGHT HEAVEN LIGHT DID SHINE BRIGHT,ON THIS DAY JESUS CHRIST THE BROWN SAVIOR WAS BORN...HALLEUJAH.

THERE''S A CHRISTMAS TREE JUST INSIDE MY DOOR. AS I SIT LISTENING TO OSCAR PETERSON CHRISTMAS MUSIC,THINKING ABOUT THE PAST MORE AND MORE.AS I PUT NEW AND OLD ORNAMENTS UPON THE CHRISTMAS TREE. PUTTING A BLACK ANGEL NEXT TO THE STAR FOR EVERYONE TO SEE./REMEMBERING JOYFULLY CAROLING IN THE NIGHT.THE CHAOS PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS./IN BED CHRISTMAS PRESENT FANTASIZING..CHRISTMAS DAY FOOD ALWAYS APPETIZING..CHRISTMAS DAY HEARING THE OLD BLACK CHURCH BELL RING.PREACHER READING SCRIPTURES., CHILDREN CHOIR SINGING WITH A BLACK NATIVITY KING..COMPASSION FOR THE LESS FORTUNATE, JOYFULLY GIV…

Caution: This contains strong language. What The Fuck Do You Want From Me? “Son,” she said, “got to do yo’ work.” I ain’t got to do nothin’ Yeah, I’m angry—so what? What the fuck do you want from me? So now it’s all my fault. She can’t read or write eitha. Don’t want me around. He can’t read or write eitha. Neva wanted me from the beginning. Naw, I can’t read and write and fuck math and science--can’t do that neitha. “Son,” she said, “keep your head up and listen.” “Fuck you, leave me alone. I don’t know this stuff—hardly seen any …

Hello Troy, I am seeking permission before I post. I wrote a piece the other day in response to yet another one of my former students getting in trouble for killing a peer by shooting him in the back. I cannot stand what is happening to these kids--the boys and the girls. This work is titled, What The F do You Want From Me? The "F" is of course spelled out. My first student, Earl Joseph, III, approximately two years ago, shot a man in the back after stealing cars. Earl was only 15 years old. When he was my student, he presented himself as this beautiful young man who possessed a gentle kindness and a smile that could light up the night's sky. I would hav…