The Poetree

I'd finished speaking at an event in Atlanta, GA. I this young, tall, attractive woman stepped up to me and introduced herself as JonRenee. I was like whoa, what a nice surprise, and she even had a gift bag for me! That was such a nice gesture. Thank you so much for stopping by to say hello @JonRenee' you helped make an already good event even better. I have a lot of video from the First Reed Expo here in ATL. I'm meeting a bunch of really interesting writers with fascinating stories. I'll share more of this over the upcoming days.

Last Mother's Day, my older son, Darryl Perry sent this to me. I don't think that he intended it to be poetic so much. Whatever the case, it was and is music to me every time I read it. I was once a talented seamstress and designer. I don't sew anymore, I traded my needles in for a pen, pencil, and paintbrush. Many years ago, I used my sewing to support my babies and myself as best as I could. You never know what your children see in you when you are giving all that you have to provide for them. As a single mom, I loved my babies more than life and Darryl's gift of words to me is more precious than gold. I hope that you find inspiration in his words. He is a gifted write…

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…

Hello Everyone, I want to share another one of my poems. I love this poem so much because of the way that it portrays life. I am always amazed by the arrangement of words and the way those words make us feel. I hope you will share your views on how this poem makes you feel. Your views and criticisms help me to grow and develop more in my writings. Someday, I hope to publish my book of poems. Thanks, Shirley Life's Candle.docx

After living in a fifteen year, first marriage, nightmare, God blessed me with the man who would show me A whole new World--our theme song. I wrote this poem for him and all the good men who worship their beautiful women. Loving Him Being with a man, the only way I can... This man for me is special and kind. The man I see is top of the line. He's beautiful, he's pleasant, he's smart and sweet. He's sensuous, he's sexy, the man is complete. He is always considerate of my deepest feelings, careful never to hurt me--even in bad dealings. He and I have just the right stuff, I love him so much, I just can't get enough. …

Your Presidency By: JonRenee Author: of Poetic Lyric Verse 1 ©2015 In 2004, I remember hearing a sermon by Pastor Trunell Felder from Chicago praying a prophetic word that, “In 2008, Barack Obama’s voice would be heard, not from his seat in the senate, but propelled in a position of presidency. Amen…..but men, have tried to bring him down and defame his character in the most disrespectful way. A black man in the white house, we thought we would never see the day….but this day, in my day, have I ever witnessed so much hate. I felt the pains of my ancestors at the same time the joy that mark the history of this day. His …

Hello everyone! I'm JonRenee', author of Poetic Lyric Verse 1 A contemporary style of poetry with narrative poems with an infusion of songwriting lyrics! Check out my "About The Author Page" on Amazon.com/author/jonrenee Thanks for your time and support! The Color of Love.docx

MYSTERIOUS, LIKE THE SEA,EMOTIONS OF THE SOUL//LOVE LIKE THE WAVES AND, TIDES,CALM,STORMY,UPS,DOWNS,WHEN LOVE TAKES HOLD..UPON THE SHORE I WALK ALONE.BACK AND FORTH TO THE SHORE,THE TIDES BRING THE SEA FOAM...ABOVE, GATHERING ARE STORM CLOUDS..FLOCK OF SEAGULLS SOUNDING LOUD...BROWN PELICANS AND BLACK SKIMMER BIRDS CURIOUSLY WANDERING.. BEHIND THEM , MY RESTLESS THOUGHTS, I'M PONDERING...WATCHING THE RESTLESS WAVES UPON THE SEA...MY LOST LOVE LINGERS SHE HAUNTS ME..REMEMBERING THE PASSIONATE EMBRACE, THE WALKS UPON THE BEACH..LOVE'S LOST LONELY AFTERMATH, IS A NEW LOVE BEYOND MY REACH..WAVES RISING HIGHER,HIGHER, AS I STAND...MY S…

Hello Everyone, I wrote this poem during a time in my life when I saw too many of our young Black men slinging dope and killing one another. This was a time when I saw black anger turned inward. I wrote this one during the early nineties. Why are so many of our young black youth still in the same predicaments today--in 2015? This poem was featured in the Virginian Pilot in Norfolk, VA and the Journal and Guide, our only Black Newspaper at the time. Once it was released to the public, some people, especially young Black men, took offense to being labeled "weak." Sorry, I just think that weakness exists in the absence of strength, courage, and endurance. T…

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…

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

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…

DOWN SOUTH BENEATH THE SOUTHERN SUN.THERE ARE MANY SLAVE GRAVE YARDS THAT HAVE BEEN NEGLECTED,FORGOTTEN AND ABANDONED..AROUND THE SLAVES GRAVE YARDS,THERE ARE SPANISH MOSS COVERED TREES..AROUND AND UPON THE HEAD STONES,DEAD LEAVES..BRIAR,DEAD GRASS WITHIN THE GRAVE YARDS,NO FLOWERS BLOOM. ARE THE SLAVES IN HEAVEN'S LIGHT,,OR IN DARKNESS ENTOMBED//ARE THE SLAVES SPIRITS TOGETHER OR IS EACH ALONE//ARE THEY IN CALM SILENCE,OR DO THEY WEEP AND MOAN/THE SEASONS,DAY AND NIGHT,RAIN AND SUNSHINE,THE LONG HOURS/NO ONE BRINGS THEM PRAYERS OR FLOWERS....DO THE SOULS OF SLAVES RISE TOGETHER AND BEGIN WANDERING/…

Mr. John Doe Intoxicated by the thought of you. Catching my breathe as I close my eyes and vision you. I want you. Losing my focus with mental images of you. Smart man, good man, black man, strong man, kind man, fun man... A man's man that knows love. That knows God and God knows him. A man hugged by the sun, just as myself. A man that reflects in my mirror. I want that, I need that, I deserve that, I am that... Love... A new found freedom can bring confusion. The heart just wants to be wanted. The flesh just wants to be held. The mind...gets drowned out...That's the battlefield. He's vain; he thinks this is about him, and he thinks this is about him. Oh, (Ha Ha) l…

Lonely Fools A lonely fools search for love, is long and hard...They've yet to see...loneliness is not the issue. Lonely fools search for love...forgetting to search within themselves; viewing things and people with the eyes of their world, rather than the eyes of their soul. A lonely fools search for love becomes easier as they pray. After a few or several tries, they see that God gives you what you pray for, only to show you that he always has the best road... Sometimes what you want, isn't what you need... Lonely fools fight too hard against loneliness... They don't value the beauty of being alone... Are they really "alone"... The word says that we are never alo…

http://tajimag.com/sistahood-by-evelyn-d-hall/ Sorry that my poem, "Isn't Slavery Dead? didn't get posted.

WITH SERPENT TONGUE,THESE UNITED SNAKES OF AMERICA..AS VENOMOUS AS,PUFF ADDERS,BOOM SLANG,VIPERS,AND THE EGYPTIAN COBRA...THESE WHITE SNAKES DO NOT SHED THEIR SKIN..THEY GATHER IN BUILDINGS,CHURCHES NOT IN A SNAKE DEN...THESE SNAKES DO NOT SLITHER,THEY WALK..THEY DO NOT HISS,THEY TALK...THE VENOM THEY SPIT,IS WHEN THEY SPEAK... BLACK AND BROWN PEOPLE,IS THE PREY THEY SEEK...LIKE THE BITE FROM THE SERPENT'S FANG.IS THE EVIL UPON PEOPLE THEY BRING..WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION,UPON THE WORLD THEY BRING....IN AMERICA FROM THEIR RELIGION,RACE HATRED,SEGREGATION,ETHNIC CLEANSING...CHRISTIAN RELIGION AND CHURCH,THEY PORTRAY...EVIL WICKEDNESS,…

(c) 2000 Evelyn D. Hall

(c) 2000 Evelyn D. Hall

Our Lost Warrior Our black sistah had no intention of harming the “Man” He harmed her, there was no need to touch her with his hand. She was someone's baby, just twenty eight years old, She was the enemy, a threat, if the twisted truth be told. She was pulled over by a policeman but it didn't go well, They say she took her own life, in a Texas jail cell. She was a warrior, an activist, wanted to make things right, We will continue, we will never give up her fight. She felt hopeless, helpless, she thought she was alone, She cried, she pleaded, but no one picked on the phone. Yes, we all are at fault, we failed her, she didn't deserve to die, Look into all of your hea…

True Colors Our lives have changed because of terrorism Some lives have changed for the good, Others have changed for the worse. Why does it always take a tragedy of innocent lives For ones to come together in unity and peace? Some make changes for a day, a week, a month Then they go right back to their true colors Of being, unkind, uncaring and unloving. What is wrong with this picture? Are we a part of the problem, or the solution? Let's look into our hearts and souls Root out all the evil, it's not too late. Do it while there is still time. Do it...Now. (c) 2015 Evelyn D. Hall http://myseashellbooks.com/books/dontays-alphabet-book-color/

Hello, I am the Author of Feelings Inside Of Me, A Collection Of Inspirational Poetry To Touch The Heart & Open The Soul. I am a Team Co-Host with Authors Supporting Authors-Independent Artist Magazine: http://www.feelingsinsideofjmavis.com/. I am a Creative Writer and Motivational Speaker. Welcome to my world everyone.

So Much Hate Daughters against mothers Sons against fathers Brothers against brothers Husbands against wives. Why so much violence? Where is the love for one another Where are the morals and the guidance? Where is the unity and peace? Where is the security and brotherhood? Where is this nation headed? When will we all be united as one family? When will prejudice and racism be erased? When will neighbor truly love neighbor? When will Martin L. King Jr.'s dream come true? It starts with the Golden Rule... “Loving others, as you love yourself.” (c) 2015 Evelyn D. Hall (revised) A poem from my book, "Enter Eve's Poetic Paradise" To order a copy, email me at Cage…

DEMONS ABOARD A DEMON SHIP, VOYAGED FROM A DISTANT LAND...UPON AFRICAN SAND , CAPTURING THE NATIVES,SHACKLING THEIR FEET AND HANDS....MEN,WOMEN, CHILDREN,HUMAN CARGO, THE SLAVE SHIP DID CONTAIN... BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN,SOME OF THEIR SKELETONS LIE IN CHAINS...SLAVE SHIP CAPTAIN SPEAKING,OCEAN AND THE SKY IS BLUE...FOR OBEDIENCE,WHIP THESE HUMAN FORMS OF A DARK HUE...STEADYING THE COURSE THE CREW DID MAINTAIN....THROW THEM OVER BOARD ,HAPPILY,JOYFULLY,THE SLAVE SHIP CAPTAIN SAID..CREW THROWING SLAVES OVER BOARD,THE DYING AND THE DEAD....SHARKS FOLLOWING THE SHIP, GATHERING AGAIN AND AGAIN... BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN,SOME OF THEIR SKELETONS LIE IN CHAINS....M…

INNER CIITY GHETTO SCHOOL, GRADUATION NIGHT BEGINS...GRADUATION MUSIC PLAYING AS THE GRADUATES WALK IN...ENVISIONING CURTIS MAYFIELD,SONG, MOVE ON UP,,SUNG BY A SCHOOL CHORUS...AS I SPEAK BLACK DESTINY AND PURPOSE...BLACK GRADUATES ,YOU ARE YOUNG,GIFTED AND BLACK..YOU MUST EMBRACE KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM FROM BLACK HISTORY GREATS YEARS BACK.....CONFIDENCE YOUR ESSENCE,BEING FREE WITHIN YOURSELF..IN BLACK COMMUNITIES,YOU CAN HELP SOMEBODY ELSE... UPON US, THE NEVER ENDING EVIL, CERTAIN COMPLEXION POLITICAL SUPREMACY......TRYING TO MAKE YOU BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT FREE///INNER STRENGTH, FAITH, WITHIN YOURSELF BELIEVE...AMBITION,DREAMS, KNOWING…

AFTER SUNSET, FROM THE VILLAGES,THE VILLAGERS DO NOT STRAY/.THEY TALK OF VAMPIRES,WITCHES,CREATURES LURKING,SEARCHING FOR PREY..JOURNEY TO FIND MISSING MISSIONARIES,AFRICAN CHRISTIAN MINISTERS HAVE TAKEN.THE VILLAGERS WARNING OF DANGER THE MINISTERS HAVE FORSAKEN...AFRICAN SUNSET SOON,AFTER TRAVELING LONG,THEY APPROACH THE CONGO..OBSERVING,WITHIN THE MINISTERS A EERIE FEELING BEGINS TO GROW,....WALKING ,AROUND,,THEY OBSERVE ,BEING OBSERVED,BY EGYPTIAN VULTURES PERCHED IN A TREE..IN THE CONGO RIVER,FEEDING UPON CARCASSES,AFRICAN MYTHICAL CREATURES,GIANT EEL,INKANYAMA,THE GIANT CROCODILE-GBAHALI,DEMON BABOON - LOKOLOSHE, ,MINISTERS DO NOT BELIE…

LISTENING AND OBSERVING THE RAIN,THEN I BEGIN TO SEEK...ANOTHER TOPIC FOR BLACK HISTORY,TO THE YOUNG I WILL SPEAK...PONDERING,BLACK INVENTORS,SCIENTIST WORLD WAR SOLDIERS OR DOCTORS UNTIL...I BEGIN OBSERVING THE HAUNTING PHOTOGRAPH OF EMMETT TILL...TIME WITH RELATIVES,HIS MOTHER SENT HIM DOWN SOUTH..SO MANY BLACK PEOPLE KILLED IN MISSISSIPPI,BY THE DEVIL'S MOUTH..HE WS ENJOYING TIME WITH FAMILY,THEN HE WAS LYING SILENT AND STILLL.ENVISIONING,AS I OBSERVE THE HAUNTING PHOTOGRAPH OF EMMETT TILL.....FROM MISSISSIPPI BACK TO CHICAGO,HIS BODY HIS MOTHER DID RETRIEVE...LONG LINES MANY PEOPLE SEEING HIM,COULD NOT BELIEVE...HOW HE LLOKED HIS MOTHER DID NOT WANT TO C…

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…

EASTER MORNING,PERPETUAL SINNER OF A CERTAIN COMPLEXION,UPON EASTER DAY..READING FROM HIS BIBLE,HIS IMAGE OF CHRIST ON DISPAY..BELIEVING THAT BLESSINGS ARE FOR HIS KIND ALONE,PORTRAYING LOVE,FOR, CHRIST ON THE CROSS...WITH DEEP EVIL LURKIN WITHIN,CREATOR OF THE WORLD'S CHAOS...IF FROM A HOLY GHOST MIST, A BRONZE CHRIST RETURNED..FOR HIM, WOULD YOU DESIRE AND YEARN.../.FOR HIS RIGHTEOUS TOUCH,WOULD YOU REACH/...SCRIPTURES FOR HIM WOULD YOU SPEAK...WOULD YOUR CHURCH BELLS JOYFULLY RING//.WOULD YOUR CHURCH CHOIRS JOYFULLY SING./////KNEELING DOWN,WOULD YOU CONFESS YOUR RELIGIOUS WICKEDNESS,TO THE NON WHITE CHRIST YOUR EYES PERCEIVE//OR IN …

SOME PLACE UPON,AFRICAN CONTINENT,FROM A REALM DEEP.POPOBAWA,A ,ONE EYE,BAT WING CREATURE,RISES FROM A DAYTIME SLEEP.SHAPE SHIFTERS,IN DAYTIME SOME POPOBAWA,AMONG AFRICANS HAVE STOOD,MOSTLY AT NIGHT AMONG THE VILLAGES POPOBAWA CREEPS..HYSTERIA,WIDE SPREAD PANIC,AFRICAN VILLAGES HAVE FEAR...FROM THE SHADOWS AT NIGHT,POPOBAWA WILL APPEAR...AT NIGHT WHEN POPOBAWA IS AMONG THEM...THEY WANT SEXUAL PREY TO BE THEIR VICTIM...MEN AND WOMEN THE POPOBAWA DESIRE....THEIR CLAWS,UPON THE AFRICAN PEOPLE BODIES,WITH PENETRATION LIKE FIRE.....MANY RAZOR SHARP TEETH,DURING SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS,POPOBAWA HOWLS....WITH LOUD MOANS,HISSING AND GROWLS..VICTIMS LIE P…

INNER CITY YOUTH,LISTEING TO THEM,SEVERAL RAPPING BLACK MEN,ON THE STREET CORNER THERE..GOLD CAPPED TEETH,GRABBING THEIR CROTCH,DROOPING PANTS,SHOWING THERE UNDERWEAR...MOTIVATION AND INSPIRATION,NOT THEIR VOICE.OR SPIRITUAL UPLIFTING LYRICS THAT BRING BLACK PEOPLE REJOICE....RESEMBLE WILLIE LYNCH LETTER,THEIR LYRICS, WAYS TO ENSLAVE THEIR PEOPLE,NOT UNITY COMMUNICATION,.INCREASING THE PERPETUAL WHITE SUPRMACY POLITICAL DAMNATION,DOMINATION.OF BLACK WOMEN.NOT SPEAKING OF THEIR BEAUTY,OR ,PORTRAYING THEM AS A QUEEN.ITS NIGGAZ HOES,THE GLAMOUR OF COCAINE BLING,GANGSTERS, PIMP SEX FIENDS..NOT CREATIVE VOICES OF HARMONY SINGING,OF PUROSE AND DETERMINATION FOR A …

NOT LONG AGO,HAD A LOVE,HER GARDEN BLOSSOMED JUST OUTSIDE MY DOOR/LOVE HAS GONE,THE GARDEN DOES NOT BLOOM LIKE IT DID BEFORE.WHERE THE ROSE GARDEN BLOOMED,GRASS AND WEEDS HAVE OVERTHROWN..NOW IF I WALK THE GARDEN,I WALK ALONE/WARM SPROUTING LOVE,I PROUDLY DISPLAYED.NOW AFTER MY LOVE DESRTED,LOVE BECAME LIKE THE GARDEN DESOLATE,ROSES WITHERED,FADED.GONE FROM THE ROOM,SOFT SIGHS,LOUD LOVE MOANS,MAKING LOVE TO OLD LOVE SONGS.DEEP LOVE MY HEART ENCLOSED, HER BEAUTY LIKE THE ROSES,UNSEEN HER THORNS,,TO EACH OTHER I ASSUMED WE BELONGED.MANY WALKS BY THE CHERRY BLOSSOM TREES.KISSING,HOLDING HANDS,EMBRACING IN THE SUMMER BREEZE.WARM SUMMER SUN SEEMS COLD,AF…

Hello ALL! Although I have written three fiction novels, my passion before all of that was poetry. I have a group of poems that I would like to put together and publish, however, I am not sure how it will be received. My question is if there is any real benefit in publishing my work? I mean, besides for my own personal feelings. Thank you very much.

DEADLY ARTIFACT: A Science Fiction Novel By Eugene Allen Wilson FINAL SCENE OF CHAPTER 35 They both laugh. He pulls a folded sheet of paper out of his right pants pocket and hands it to her. “What’s that?” She asks with surprise. “It’s a poem I wrote for you,” he replies with noticeable glee. “When did you start writing poetry?” “Just before I begin putting those love notes in your hallway locker. Until you confronted me, I was going to put this in your locker too. So, I just kept it. It’s kind of old, but I think you’ll like it.” She removes the paper from his hand and unfolds it. She notices that the paper is yellowed and wrinkled. She begins readi…

FROM MANY STRONG BLACK WOMEN,CAME SHE..WAS TOLD,YOUR MIND,BODY,SOUL,FAITH AS VALUABLE AS, EMERALDS,PEARLS,DIAMONDS AND RUBIES....YOUR BLACK SKIN,NOT BONDAGE,BUT JOY AND DELIGHT.LET YOUR SPIRIT WITHIN SHINE LIKE DIAMONDS BRIGHT....SHE NOT DEFINED, BY FASHION AND CLOTHES.BUT BY ANCESTOR HERITAGE AND THE KNOWLEDGE SHE KNOWS....MIND ENLIGHTMENT,,BLACK AUTHORS BOOKS,BLACK POETS POEMS SHE RECITES..HER SPIRIT WITHIN ,SHINES LIKE DIAMONDS BRIGHT..BLACK QUEEN,PROUD AND CONFIDENT SHE STANDS..HER BODY,A SACRED TEMPLE UNTOUCHED BY CORRUPT HANDS...SCHEMING MEN, DOES NOT TEMPT OR EXCITE..HER SPIRIT WITHIN SHINES LIKE DIAMONDS BRIGHT....LIFE AND LOVE FOR…

ROUND AND ROUND THE NEGRO GOES..LOOKING FOR A PLACE OF REST...NOWHERE CAN HE FIND THE PLACE.TILL HE JOINS THE ARMY WEST...THIS IS DUE TO LACK OF MIND.MIND WITHOUT A WILL THAT COUNTS...LET THE NEGRO THINK AS MAN..THEN FOR HIM THERE IS NO DOUBT....////.MARCUS GARVEY/////.

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 …

IF CHRIST RETURNED,HOLY GHOST IN HUMAN FORM,WITH A NON WHITE HUE//.WHITE MAN,THE PERPETUAL SINNER,WHAT WOULD YOU DO///./YOUR SUPREMACY BIBLE,BLOND HAIR,BLUE EYES,YOUR CHRIST ESSENCE..CHRIST APPEARING NON WHITE,WOULD YOU DOUBT HIS PRESENCE/./FOR CENTURIES,YOU ORGANIZED WARS,SLAVERY, YOU WOULD DESTROY ALL MANKIND TO SAVE YOUR OWN..BELIEVING ONLY YOUR KIND WOULD GATHER AT THE HEAVENLY THRONE//IF CHRIST RETURNED NOT WHITE,WOULD YOUR CHURCH BELLS RING/. FOR HIM,WOULD YOUR CHURCH CHOIRS JOYFULLY SING.///LOVE AND COMPASSION SERMONS,FOR HIM,WOULD THAT BE YOUR CHURCH PREACHER'S VOICE.//WILL THE TRUMPET SOUND IN YOUR SOUL,WITH OTHER RACES WILL YOU REJOICE//.IF CHR…

Love For Ancestors By St_Clinton I find it amazing the lack of Love We have for our Ancestors in the Black community today. I wonder what our Ancestors would have to say if they heard the words that we use today. We use a word today Which brought Terror in the form of the KKK But walk and listen in any community today and you will hear the word used during the night and during the day Each time that I hear someone use that word today. I realize that they are spitting on the grave of Martin, Malcolm, Harriet, Marcus, Jesse Owens, Paul Robeson, Jack Johnson, Rosa Parks Sojo…

I would like to invite you to listen to "For The Love Of Poetry & Spoken Word", a show that I do that features works both modern and old with stuff that you will surely enjoy.... On Stitcher at http://www.stitcher.com/s?fid=49878&refid=stpr On Spreaker at http://www.spreaker.com/show/for_the_love_of_poetry_spoken_word

RAINY NIGHT,ALONE,SEVERAL MONTHS AFTER ENDING A CHAOS RELATIONSHIP..WONDERING,ANOTHER LOVE RELATIONSHIP SHALL I SEEK..TO ANOTHER EBONY QUEEN,ROMANTIC WORDS SHOULD I AGAIN SPEAK..MY LOVE PHILOSOPHY ,LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWER THAT GROWS.BLOSSOMING,BLOOMING LIKE A NEW SUMMER ROSE./LOVED HER SMILE,DARK BEAUTY ESSENCE,,LOVE AND AFFECTION SHE DID DISPLAY.BECAUSE OF WANDER LUST AND SCHEMES,THE RELATIONSHIP BECAME IN DIS ARRAY...DEEP LOVE AND PASSION, FOR HER, MY HEART DID ENCLOSE..RELATIONSHIP BEGIN WITHERING LIKE A SLOW DECAYING ROSE..SMOOTH JAZZ, LOUD MOANS AND SOFT SIGHS,OUR LOVE MAKING DID CONTAIN.NOW, IN THE DARKNESS OF MY LONELY ROOM, ,WITH S…

TODAY IS,LIKE YESTERDAY,AND DAYS BEFORE/ AGAIN IT IS UNITY THAT I SEEK..TO MY PEOPLE I TRY TO SPEAK.WONDERING,IS UNITY BEYOND THE REACH..INNER CITIY NEIGHBORHOODS,DESOLATE IN RUINS , THEY HAVE BECOME ACCUSTOM TO IT./THOSE NOT IN PRISON,THEIR MINDS,SPIRITS CONFINED AS IF THEY WERE IN CELLS.MY VOICE UPON THEM ,NOT HEARD, ,LIKE YESTERDAYS SILENT RAIN THAT FELL.//TO MY PEOPLE I TRY TO SPEAK,TO THOSE I GREET.TOPIC OF UNITY,SOME TRY TO ELUDE.. OTHERS UPON THEIR TIME,I SEEM TO INTRUDE/IN COMMUNITIES,I LISTEN,BLACK LEADERS,NO VOICES OF UNITY AND PURPOSE.MANY BLACK PEOPLE SAY,BLACK LEADERS THEY CANNOT TRUST...WHEN WILL WE REALIZE THAT THE ANSWERES LIES WI…

IN A BLACK CHURCH,SUNDAY MORNING.FROM A JOYFUL NOISE,HALLEUJAH MOTION IS JOYFULLY FORMING...DRUMS,GUITARS,PIANO SOUNDING,THE CHOIR SINGING..ELDER BLACK PREACHER,SOUL STIRRING SERMON HE'S BRINGING.../ELDER PREACHER'S VOICE UPLIFTING,SOUL SHIFTING,CONGREGATION IS LEVITATING AROUND THE THRONE.DANCING DOWN THE AISLE,THEY HAVE THEIR PRAISE DANCE ON////.HOLY GHOST SEEM SO NEAR TO THEM///.VISION OF A BLACK CHRIST,SO CLEAR THEY CAN SEE HIM/// FREE WITHIN THEMSELVES,SPIRITS BRIGHT AS THE MOON,STARS AND SUN'S GLOW..NO MORE MISLED, SPIRITUALLY ENSLAVED BY PROPHET SEEKING PREACHERS,THEY GOT RID OF THAT HEAVY LOAD..THEIR MINDS AND SOULS TO HEAVEN THEY JOYFULLY RA…

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…

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/...

DAKARI JENKINS,BACK HOME FROM THE WAR,OBSERVES THE COMING STORM FROM THE WINDOW..HOWLING WIND MAKES A LONELY SOUND,RAIN BEGINS,LOUD THUNDER ECHOES..VISIONS AND ECHOES OF WAR RETURNS,AS HIS MIND BEGINS TO WANDER.RECURRING,EVERY TIME THE HE HEARS THE SOUND OF THUNDER.OUT IN THE STORM,DELUSIONAL,IN HIS WAR UNIFORM, BACK INTO BATTLE HE IS COMPELLED...FALLEN SOLDIERS EVERY WHERE,,EACH LOUD BOMB IS A KNELL..LOOKING FOR HIS BATTALION ,WHERE ARE THEY,HE BEGINS TO PONDER//.RECURRING,EVERY TIME HE HEARS THE SOUND OF THUNDER..WAR ROCKETS,MISSLES SHRIEKING,THERE SMOKE SHADES THE MOON.ENEMY TROOPS COMING,HE AND HIS BATTALION HIDING ,IN TRENCHES,CONFINED,AS…

Wanda Coleman (Nov. 13, 1946 – Nov. 22, 2013) Often things get past me. I just learned today that Wanda Coleman passed. I share the news hear because she is definitely "An Author You Should Know" I'm sorry I never got the opportunity to meet Wanda in person. Just check out her work. As you can see she was only 67, which seems to so young...

CHRISTMAS DAY, JOYFUL SOUNDS ECHO,DING,DING,DONG, DING ,DONG DING..ELDER PREACHER FRANKLIN THE OLD BLACK CHURCH BELL HE JOYFULLY RINGS..THE CHURCH BELL CELEBRATE JESUS BIRTH LONG, LONG AGO..LYING IN THE MANGER WITH A GRACEFUL HEAVENLY GLOW.SOON ELDER FRANKLIN'S SERMON OF A BLACK JESUS TO THE CONGREGATION HE WILL BRING./JOYFULLY, LOUDLY SOON THE OLD BLACK CHURCH CHOIR, WILL BEGIN TO SING.ELDER PREACHER FRANKLIN'S SERMON OF A BLACK JESUS IN THE MANGER SO CLEAR THEY CAN SEE IT..ELDER PREACHER FRNKLIN'S SERMON OF BLACK ANGELS SINGING AT JESUS BIRTH SO NEAR THEY CAN HEAR IT...THE OLD BLACK CHURCH, AFTER THE PEOPLE …

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.…

MAKING LOVE IS LIKE MUSIC,BEAUTIFUL MUSIC..FOR EACH OTHER WE, JOYFULLY, CRAVE,DESIRE AND YEARN.EACH INTIMATE MOMENT BECOMES A MELLOW MELODY RHYTHM NOCTURNE...OUR PASSION RISING,LIKE A STORMY BREEZE..EACH CARESSING TOUCH BECOMES LIKE SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC,SOOTHING.EACH GENTLE KISS BECOMES LIKE OLD SOUL LOVE MUSIC,GROOVIN...SO MUCH, SO MUCH ECTASY, SENSATION FROM THE VIBRATIONS..LOVER'S DUET,OUR MOANS AND SIGHS, FROM EVERY POSITION..OUR LOVE WHISPERS,LIKE A SONG WRITERS LOVE SONG COMPOSITION//OUTSIDE MIDNIGHT RAIN,AFTER MAKING LOVE WITHIN A CANDLE'S GLOW..JOYFULLY SMILING,TOGETHER WITH EASE,TO EACH OTHER WE BELONG..OUR LOVE MAKING LONGIVETY,LIKE A LONG SOFT…