The Poetree

BENEATH PRESENT AUTUMN SKIES,LEAVES FALLING SILENT AROUND ME..WITH THE LEAVES FALLING SILENTLY, BLACK COMMUNITIES HAVE A LOUD AUTUMNAL REFRAIN..BLACK SELF DESTRUCTION,COMMUNITY DESTRUCTION IS LOUD,BUT IS UNHEARD LIKE A SILENT AUTUMN RAIN.DRUGS,SEX,GHETTO MINDED GANGSTERS,HAVE THE BLACK COMMUNITIES,IN SELF, ENSLAVEMENT, SELF IMPRISONED., CONFINED IN SELF MADE CHAINS.SELF APPOINTED PREACHES,PROFIT MOTIVATED, FALLING SOULS THEY WANT TO CONTAIN..WITH THE FALLING OF BLACK MIND AND SOULS FALLING LOUD ALL AROUND,SILENT VOICED LEADERS, VOTES THEY WANT TO MAINTAIN.AS IF EVERYDAY WAS AUTUMN,LIKE THE LEAVES FALLING,BLACK COMMUNITY HAS BECOME A PLACE WHERE SILENCE VOICES,…

DESPITE BEING BORN AND RAISED IN THE GHETTO.YOUNG BLACK MALES,THEIR TALENTS THEY ARE ENCOURAGED TO SHOW..THEY LEARN NOT JUST FROM BOOKS UPON SHELVES..THEY ARE TAUGHT THE KWANZAA PRINCIPLES,TO TRANSFORM THEIR COMMUNITIES AND THEMSELVES...WORDS OF A UNITY ANTHEM,THEY SPEAK AND CHANT..DRESSED RESPECTFULLY,NOT SHOWING THEIR UNDERWEAR,FROM SAGGING PANTS..THEY ARE TAUGHT BLACK ACCOMPLISHMENTS,BLACK ASTRONAUTS,DOCTORS,INVENTORS AND SCIENTIST,THEY ARE TAUGHT WHAT THEY CAN BECOME..LEARNING ABOUT AUTHOR ALEX HALEY,MARCUS GARVEY,MALCOLM X AND PROFESSOR MANNING MARABLE,,THEY ARE REMINDING YOUNG BLACK MALES WHERE THEY CAME FROM...THEY ARE TAUGHT TO HAVE A SPIRITUAL GROWING NE…

TO NERO'S LIONS,THE FALSE PROPHET AND HIS SHEEP.ON THEIR PROPHET'S COMMAND THEY JUMP AND LEAP..THEY SPEAK,FOLLOW GOD'S COMMANDMENTS TEN..THEY SPEAK RELIGION TO CONDONE THEIR OWN SIN...TO NERO'S LIONS,THE FALSE PROPHET AND HIS SHEEP.IN CHRISTIAN CAMOUFLAGE, WHEN TOWARD SIN THEY CREEP... ..HALLELUJAH JUMPING DOWN AISLES ON CHURCH SUNDAY.OTHER DAYS,LIKE PREDATORS,POUNCING UPON THE EASILY MISGUIDED AND SPIRITUALLY SEARCHING,THESE CHRISTIANS THAT PREY..TO NERO'S LIONS,THE FALSE PROPHET AND HIS SHEEP...WHILE PREACHING HIS SERMON,THE PREACHER BEGINS TO WEEP..PREACHER SPEAKS,YOUR SOUL GOD CAN FREELY ENHANCE...AFTER THE,PREACHER'S PERSONAL USHERS HAVING TAKING UP ANOTHER…

I IMAGINED I WAS UPON THE AFRICAN SHORE. OBSERVING THE WAVES, HEARING THE OCEAN ROAR..MOTHER LAND,ANCESTRAL HOME,AFRICA I STAND. SPIRITUALLY JOURNEYING UPON AFRICA'S ANCIENT BLACK LAND...IN THE DISTANCE, SOUNDS OF A LION PRIDE..I RESPECTFULLY OBSERVE THE ANCIENT AFRICAN TRIBES.CARVINGS,POTTERY ,MASK,BEADS AND BASKET WEAVING THEY MAKE BY HAND.SPIRITUALLY JOURNEYING UPON AFRICA'S ANCIENT BLACK LAND..AS TRIBE ELDERS SPEAK,MY KNOWLEDGE THEY ENHANCE. WOMEN OF THE TRIBE THEY JOYFULLY DANCE..WITH THEIR DRUMS,,,TRIBE SOUNDS LIKE A ANCIENT RHYTHM BAND. SPIRITUALLY JOURNEYING UPON AFRICA'S ANCIENT BLACK LAND...BY THE ZAMBEZI RIVER, A OSTRICH, GIRAFFES AND FLAMINGOS..ELEPHANT …

OBSERVING THE ZOO ANIMALS OF AFRICAN ORIGIN.THE OLD AND THE YOUNG ANIMALS ARE BORN AT THE ZOO..THEY ARE FED AT THE ZOO ..THEY HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF AFRICA..ZEBRA,OSTRICH,GIRAFFE AND RHINOCEROS NO KNOWLEDGE OF ROAMING AFRICA'S LAND FREELY.LION MALES, NO KNOWLEDGE OF LEADING A LION PRIDE.LIONS,CHEETAHS AND LEOPARDS NO KNOWLEDGE OF HUNTING,CHASING PREY AND POUNCING UPON IT..GORILLAS,CHIMPANZEES,MONKEYS IN TREES EATING LEAVES..HIPPOS AND CROCODILES IN THE RIVER.ZEBRAS WITH IN THE WILDEBEEST,ANNUAL MIGRATION CROSSING THE RIVER ,TRYING TO ESCAPE CROCODILES.FEMALE ELEPHANTS,THE MATRIARCH LEADING ELEPHANT HERDS ,JOURNEYING ACROSS AFRICA'S ANCIENT LANDS..THE ZOO ANIMALS …

ANOTHER BLACK MAN,RELEASED FROM CONFINE.IS HE FREE ,HIS SOUL AND MIND/.WHILE IN CONFINE,OF HS SELF, WAS THERE OBSERVATION/.BEFORE RELEASED,OF HIS SELF,WAS THERE A TRANSFORMATION/.RETURNING TO THE BLACK COMMUNITY,WILL HE BE A FIEND/.WITH BLACK WOMEN,WILL HE CALL THEM NAMES OBSCENE/.FORMER PIMP,YOUNG BLACK WOMEN, WILL HE TRY TO LURE/.IN THE BLACK COMMUNITY,WILL HE BE A SABOTEUR/.YOUNG MINDS,WILL HE BE A EXAMPLE OF MOTIVATION/..OLD GHETTO CRIMINAL FRIENDS,CAN HE AVOID THEM WITHOUT HESITATION/..RETURNING TO THE COMMUNITY,OF BLACK HISTORY SACRIFICES,CAN HE STOP AND REFLECT/.RETURNING TO THE COMMUNITY,CAN HE SHOW RESPECT.//

FROM READING AND HEARING ABOUT LONG AGO WHEN BLACK FOLKS WERE IN ACTION....THERE WERE STRONG BLACK VOICES THAT ORGANIZED MOTIVATION...FOR BLACK PROGRESS THINGS HAD TO BE PUT IN MOTION.SINCE THE DEVIL'S POLITICAL SEEDS WERE BRINGING BLACK ANIHILATION..FOR BLACK EQUALITY, THERE HAD TO BE WITH THE DEVIL ORGANIZED CONFRONTATIONS..FOR BLACK EQUALITY THERE HAD TO BE SACRIFICES ,FOR A BLACK REALITY TRANSFORMATION.EMIT TILL,MEDGER EVERS ALL THE LYNCHING AND HANGING SUCH BLACK DEVASTATION..THE MARCHING,BUS BOYCOTTS , BLACK FOLKS WERE IN UNITY FORMATION..THE CHURCH LED BY REV. MARTIN LUTHER KING,WAS A PLACE OF STRATEGY, AND SPIRITUAL ELEVATION...BLACK PEOPLE WERE TOGETHER…

FROM READING AND HEARING ABOUT LONG AGO WHEN BLACK FOLKS WERE IN ACTION....THERE WERE STRONG BLACK VOICES THAT ORGANIZED MOTIVATION...FOR BLACK PROGRESS THINGS HAD TO BE PUT IN MOTION.SINCE THE DEVIL'S POLITICAL SEEDS WERE BRINGING BLACK ANIHILATION..FOR BLACK EQUALITY, THERE HAD TO BE WITH THE DEVIL ORGANIZED CONFRONTATIONS..FOR BLACK EQUALITY THERE HAD TO BE SACRIFICES ,FOR A BLACK REALITY TRANSFORMATION.EMIT TILL,MEDGER EVERS ALL THE LYNCHING AND HANGING SUCH BLACK DEVASTATION..THE MARCHING,BUS BOYCOTTS , BLACK FOLKS WERE IN UNITY FORMATION..THE CHURCH LED BY REV. MARTIN LUTHER KING,WAS A PLACE OF STRATEGY, AND SPIRITUAL ELEVATION...BLACK PEOPLE WERE TOGETHER…

GHETTO NIGHT IS DARK, NOT JUST BECAUSE IT IS NIGHT.UNSEEN THINGS,SEEN THINGS,GO ON WITHIN THE MOONLIGHT.BENEATH THE GHETTO'S MOONLIGHT GLOW.BLACK MEN SEE OTHER BLACK MEN, NOT FRIEND BUT FOE.BLACK MEN ON THE GHETTO GROUND LIE BELOW.. FALLEN,GANGSTERS BLOOD LIKE THE RIVER FLOWS.GANGSTERS WRATH WARS STRONG AS A STORM WIND BLOWS.GHETTO CORNERS,PIMP COMMANDS,THEIR PROSTITUTES FOLLOW..BLACK PEOPLE HAVING SEX WITHOUT PROTECTION, COULD GET HIV VIRUS,AIDS,THIS THEY KNOW..BLACK CHURCH NIGHT,FALSE PROPHETS,,BLACK SOULS FALL LIKE THE RAIN AND SNOW.UNSEEN DRUG SUPPLIERS, TO BLACK COMMUNITIES ,COCAINE BRUNG AS SOON AS THE COCAINE CROP GROWS....SELF DISCIPLINE,SELF CONTROL, WILL …

WITH A BLACK QUEEN, ON A RAINY EVENING.LISTENING TO JAZZ MUSIC IS VERY PLEASING..JAZZ MUSIC HELPS THE MOOD FEELS SO FINE..BRINGS SOOTHING MEDITATION TO THE SOUL AND MIND..COLTRANE AND GROVER WASHINGTON JR. SOULFULLY FLOWING..MILES AND YARD BIRD PARKER SINFULLY BLOWING..PLAYING AND SINGING,DIZZY GILLESPIE AND SATCHMO..FATS WALLER,OSCAR PETERSON AND THEOLONIUS MONK PLAYING JAZZ ON PIANO..DUKE ELLINGTON,COUNT BASIE, EACH WITH THEIR ORCHESTRAS..WYNTON, BRADFORD AND THE OTHER MARSALIS BROTHERS.SARAH VAUGHN,BILLIE HOLIDAY,ELLA FITZGEARLD THEIR VOICES SOULFULLY SMOOTH.DEXTER GORDON,CANNONBALL ADDERLY, ,ORNATTE COLEMAN BRING STRONG GROOVES..DANCING, CLAPPING HANDS ,ENJ…

WE SHOULD REFLECT AND SHOW RESPECT FOR BLACK HISTORY SACRIFICES.IF WE WENT BY THE KWANZAA PRINCIPLES WE COULD SOLVE SOME OF OUR OWN PROBLEMS.IT AMAZES ME THAT BLACK COMMUNITIES CANNOT GO BY THE KWANZAA PRINCIPLES, BUT THEN WE HAVE JUDASES IN LEADERS, AND THE CHURCH...

SPRING SEASON DAY, BUT INNER ENVISION OF WINTER SNOWING.WARM OUTSIDE, BUT INNER ENVISIONS OF WINTER BREEZE BLOWING..EVERYWHERE FLOWERS BLOOMING WITH DEEP GREEN LEAVES...BUT ENVISIONS OF BLACK COMMUNITIES DARK AND BARE, LIKE LEAVELESS TREES..UPON TREE,GREEN LEAFY BRANCHES,SINGING ARE SPRING, BIRDS.BUT ENVISIONS OF BLACK COMMUNITIES, SILENCE LEAVES UPON THE GROUND WITHERED.NOW, RAP MUSIC LOUD IN BLACK COMMUNITIES AND GHETTOS..BUT INNER ENVISIONS OF BLACK COMMUNITIES,MORE SILENT,THAN THE SILENT WINTER FALLING SNOW.WARM OUTSIDE, BUT INNER ENVISIONS OF A WINTER BREEZE..WONDERING OF THESE ENVISIONS, THEN IT DAWNED ON ME..THE INNER ENVISIONS IN MY MIND THAT WS SHOWN.…

INSIDE, IGNORING OUTSIDE GHETTO CHAOS NOISE..INSIDE,LOVERS PREPARING TO HAVE LOVE MAKING JOYS.LOVERS REACHING FOR EACH OTHERS LOVING EMBRACE.ANTICIPATION,FROM THE SMILES,UPON THEIR FACE.PASSION RISES LIKE WAVES UPON THE OCEAN..YIELDING TO POSITIONS,AND RHYTHM MOTION..PASSION RISES LIKE FLAMES OF A FIRE. PLANNING TO,SATISFYING EACH OTHERS EVERY DESIRE...MORE AND MORE,THE PASSION RISE.LOUD THE MOANS, SOFT THE SIGHS..ANXIOUSLY KISSING EACH OTHERS WAITING LIPS..ANXIOUSLY CARESSING EACH OTHER WITH FINGERTIPS..OUTSIDE RAIN, A STORMY BREEZE BLOWS.INSIDE LISTENING TO MUSIC, SOULFULLY LOVE AND SLOW..EMBRACING EACH OTHERS LOVE MAKING SUGGESTIONS..LOVE MAKING JOURNEY TOGETHER,SU…

IN CHURCH BLACK MEN ARE ON SUNDAY MORNING..AFTER THE SERMON,AND PREACHERS PULPIT DRAMA,WHAT ,VISIONS,IN THE MINDS OF BLACK MEN ARE FORMING/..DOES THE BLACK MAN HAVE HIS OWN BIBLE INTERPRETATION/..OR IS THE BLACK MAN LOST IN SPIRITUAL TRANSLATION/.BLACK MEN READING THE BIBLE, THEY SHOULD, THEIR OWN UNDERSTANDING THEY NEED TO OBTAIN..NOT EMBRACING THE PREACHERS RELIGIOUS THEORY,AND BECOMING SPIRITUALLY DEATAINED...

SUNSHINE SPRING DAY, BUT THERE IS DARKNESS IN A GHETTO ROOM.A DRUG ADDICTED BLACK MAN,HIS REALITY IS GLOOM.HE LIES UPON THE FLOOR, IN SILENCE,AT THE WALLS HE STARES..THE BLACK DRUG DEALER ,LONG GONE,WITH OUT CARE.LOUD MOANS,NO WORDS SPOKEN FROM HIS TONGUE.HE IS ALONE,BUT HE HEARS A ENDING REFRAIN BEING SUNG.HIS, SOUL SETTING LIKE THE SUN, AMAZINGLY MORE DRUGS HE CRAVES.HIS ROOM LIKE A CELL, HE IS CONFINED AND ENSLAVED..INTO HELL THE DRUGS HAS HIM HURLED.SOON HE WILL LEAVE HIS DRUG ADDICTED GHETTO WORLD..

THERE IS A GARDEN BY MOST PEOPLE UNKNOWN..IN THIS UNKNOWN GARDEN A CERTAIN PLANT IS GROWN..THE PLANTERS WHEN PLANTING IN THIS GARDEN,BY MOST PEOPLE ARE UNSEEN..THE PLANT GROWED IN THIS GARDEN,BLOOMS AND GROWS LIKE NATURES GREEN..THE PLANTERS IN THIS GARDEN,ARE PERHAPS, HERBALOGIST,BOTONIST AND FARMERS,MAKING SURE THIS PLANT GROWS.THOU THIS PLANT IS NOT EDIBLE ,LIKE CARROTS,APPLES OR POTATOES..THE PLANTERS MAKE SURE THE GROWING OF THIS PLANT,THE WEATHER DOES NOT SLOW.THOU THIS PLANT IS NOT A FLOWER,LIKE A VIOLET,TULIP OR ROSE..THE UNSEEN PLANT IN THIS GARDEN,IS COCAINE.DESTRUCTION,SELF DESTRUCTION IN BLACK COMMUNITIES, THE GROWERS WANT TO OBTAIN.THE UNSEEN GARDEN AND…

PLEASURE BEGINS IN THE DARKNESS OF A ROOM..BODIES FEEL PLEASURE, BUT WILL, THEY ALSO, FEEL GLOOM/.BLACK MAN AND BLACK WOMAN, NAKED BARE..WITHOUT SEXUAL PROTECTION, PLAN TO HAVE SEX WITHOUT CARE.30 YEARS OF HEARING ABOUT AIDS..IRRESPONSIBLE SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IS BEING DISPLAYED.SHE KNOWS ,WITH LOTS OF WOMEN, HE HAS BEEN..BUT IGNORING THIS, THE SEX BEGINS..SHE TELLS HIM IN HER SUBMISSIVE VOICE..THE DECISION TO WEAR A CONDOM, IS HIS CHOICE..AFTER SEX, HE HAS GONE,OUTSIDE SILENT RAINDROPS FALL..INSIDE SHE IS ALONE, LISTENING TO THE LOUD TICKS AND TOCKS OF THE CLOCK ON THE WALL..

BLACK WOMEN,SLIM,BIG AND PETITE.MYSTERIOUS,TEMPETIOUS AND NAUGHTY SWEET..STRONG AND PROUD,OF THEMSELVES THEY DEFINE. ..THESE BLACK WOMEN WITH A FREE MIND.ENCHANTMENT, ECTASY DEEP IN THEIR EYES.. WITH PLAYERS,CHEATERS THEY BECOME MORE WISE..THEY ARE LIKE BIRDS THAT FLY FREE,NOT IN CONFINE.THESE BLACK WOMEN WITH FREE MINDS.BLACK WOMEN, BEAUTY IS HOW THEY ACT.LIKE BLACK HISTORY WOMEN,CORETTA SCOTT KING,MARY BETHUNE,HARRIET TUBMAN, AND DOROTHY HEIGHT,,SPEAKING PROUD OF BEING BLACK...WITH BLACK HISTORY OF THEMSELVES THEY REDEFINE.THESE BLACK WOMEN WITH A FREE MIND. THEIR SOUL,SHINES LIKE THE SUNRAYS GLOW..THEY ARE PRECIOUS LIKE A ROSE.JOURNEYING FORWARD,THE DEVILS OPINION O…

BROTHERS COME TOGETHER,AS THE DAY BEGINS.BROTHERS,THOSE OF YOU WITH DARK,BROWN,AND LIGHT BROWN SKIN.NO MORE WILLIE LYNCH LETTER HAVING US IN/BLACK COMMUNITY CONFUSION,FROM OLD VERSUS YOUNG,MAN VERSUS WOMAN AND DARK AGAINST LIGHT SKIN..NO LONGER WILL DRUGS,GANGS AND PIMPS HAVE US IN A DIVIDE...NO BLACK OVERSEER'S,PREACHERS,POLITICIANS AND ORGANIZATIONS THAT FOR PROFIT MISGUIDE...BLACK MEN STAND TOGETHER,PROUD,FREE AND STRONG..MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKERS,AND RAPPERS WITH A MOTIVATIONAL SONG.

POEMS from the last two days by Kola Boof: *Kola The Snow Man You looked at me and laughed..... I got up from the snow (melting). You made me. _________________ *Laughing In Window Doing Dishes I recently hugged you.....thoughts.... like I gave birth to you..... feeling U my son/U my daughter/U my love. I feel good. ________________________ *Fingering Pearls Laughing with champagne toe to toes on an empty bank account. We got it like that. _____________________ "Rod" I don't love the Husk. But the more I caress it; the gentler his heave beneath. _____________________ *Unt…

http://www.michelleandre.net/public/ Check it out!

A Poet You Should Know: Natasha Trethewey - Winner Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the winner of the inaugural Cave Canem Poetry Prize for the best first book by an African American poet.

How do you like the 60’s? What you are seeing now was about 10 times worse—war, uncertainty and a racist outrage every day that left you feeling angry and helpless (and that you often took out on other Negroes, not Tha Man) Why do you think folks was rebelling. S*** was going DOWN! I know I make my name and claim to fame by being raucous and controversial—but the other day when I saw the photo of Venus Williams with her butt out I realized this is really getting to Negroes. It is very important for you to breathe. To exhale. You go around madall the time and it will kill you. GET MAD! Then chill. And while you are chillin’ think of how …

More about Ben Okri

http://www.ipoet.com/ARCHIVE/RHYTHMIC/Hayden/gumbo.html

http://aalbc.com/authors/poetsinfo.html

"Phenomenally Me" by Sarah J. Heidelberg http://aalbc.com/reviews/phenomenally_me.html

...and nobody on the Poetree said a damn thang about it. Figures. Poetry, like jazz and print Science Fiction, is dead--save on Madison Avenue (Advertisements) and in popular music. And so it goes.

Dear Eve, Re: Poems for Issue 9 Love and Something Thank you for your Etchings poetry submission and for your interest in Ilura Press. Unfortunately on this occasion we have not selected your work for publication. We wish you all the best with your writing and please continue to submit poetry for future issues. Regards, Tim Collins Poetry Editor Etchings

We are the radaince of beauty and i believe that god gives us a great life and we can love ourselves and others,i am a poet and a writer,and i thank you and god for this beauty life we have ,and we are who we are and i know for sure that god loves us and we can live a good wholesome life....stephanie wynn(ms.stevie)

Remembrance Your loved one is gone, But we won’t forget. Their laugh, their smile, Their face, their grace. Your loved one is gone, But we won’t forget. The good times, the bad times, The fears, the tears. © EH 9-11-01 http://www.cheerios.com/promotions/begin/Default.aspx

Howdy, JRO! I entered this piece in a contest and WON! I should have answered, "I am addicted 2 "TEXTING!" lol! Enjoy, & have a nice weekend, LL!! Addicted You didn’t put a needle in my arm, But you stuck a dagger in my heart. You are slowly killing me. You didn’t put a noose around my head, But I was like your puppy on a leash. You are slowly killing me. You didn’t put a gun to my head, But you played games with my mind. You are slowly killing me. Why do I keep craving for you? I am addicted to you. I am slowly dying. © Nubianpoet 2000 I just got back from Florida and I froze my butt off!!!

A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement. He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his wife," Mother of Six" in spite of her objections. One night, they go to a party. The man decides that it IS time to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well. He shouts at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home Mother of Six?" His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion, shouts right back, "Any time you're ready, Father of Four." (RIGHT ON, LADY!)

Vitiligo is more commonly known as leucoderma, which simply means white (leuco) skin (derma), i.e. a skin disorder where it loses its normal coloration. It is also medically known as achromia, which means loss of color. Basically, Vitiligo can hardly be called as a disease but a skin- disorder that has more social than medical significance, especially amongst the dark skin people. Due to retarded melanin formation, there is loss of pigmentation. The Vitiligo sufferers are observed all over the world, including the white skin communities. However, epidemiologically most cases are recorded in India (8.8%) and Mexico. Males and females are affected equally, inclusi…

Each day (as of 2/14) I will post one of my favorite top ten poems. See the list below. Click on link to read the full poem. Only those labeled (posted) are up already. www.weaverwoman.wordpress.com 2/14 - Poem for Aretha by Nikki Giovanni (posted) 2/15 - Bush Mama by Kalama ya Salaam (posted) 2/16 - Applecalypse by John Agard (posted) 2/17 - what happens when it rains by Renatta Laundry (posted) 2/18 - Booker T and W.E.B by Dudley Randall (posted) 2/19 - The Rape of Haiti by Alina "Tibebe" Cajuste (posted) 2/20 - We Made It & We Know This Place - Sunni Patterson videos (posted) 2/21 - happy valentines by lioness …

It is way 2 early in the morning to be writing, but here I am. I just had my biggest dream come true. I signed a publishing contract with a legit tradional publisher. Yippee, right? WRONG! I wrote them this morning, after much thought and prayer to let them know I wanted out of the deal. I never thought I would say this, BUT, if you have the skills to self-publish like I do, DO IT! I will now be hibernating the rest of the month and come back out in March to house hunt near Tiger Woods mansion! WRITERS, write on!!!! Wonder why my hair is starting to fall out, hmmmmmmm???? Peace! ( I am happy to say, I did complete my chapter book, which I di…

(I enjoyed his work. The Cayman Islands are lovely!) Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands (CNS) - Author Dick Francis has died of "old age." His family has announced that the Welsh horse racing crime novelist and retired jockey passed away at the age of 89 on Sunday. His son Felix said in a statement posted on the author's website, "My brother, Merrick, and I are, of course devastated by the loss of our father, but we rejoice in having been the sons of such an extraordinary man." "We share in the joy that he brought to so many over such a long life. It is an honor for me to be able to continue his remarkable legacy through new novels." Francis served in th…

Well, today is Valentine day, and February is Black history month so I am inspired. Roses are red, And single sistas are blue Cuz black men celebrated their freedom By screwin not one box of chocolate, but two. Boo-Hoo .

http://yepyep.gibbs12.com/2010/01/curtiss-cook-interview/ shutter island - trailer hd (1080p) Patricia Clarkson ... Christopher Denham ... Peter Breene Curtiss Cook ... Trey Washington Other nephew's picture: #14 for the Miami Heat

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…

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…

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 …

Whispering Angel Books Seeks submissions Details: www.whisperingangelbooks.com Now accepting short stories, personal essays, and poems for an inspirational anthology on the people who taught us powerful life lessons that changed us for the better. There is no fee or purchase necessary.

Eve Hall's poems (Still, Majestic, Resolutions) have a way of getting to the elemental heart of a thing. This poem continues that theme, albeit in a sadder context than her other work. The nature of the discord is instantly clear to the reader, and the sense of sad narration is palpable. It's Over By Eve Hall There is no love left in this house. Our house is not a home. It is full of shattered dreams, Bad memories Wasted hopes Too many lies Lonely days Tearful nights Hopeless tomorrows And bitter yesterdays No flames of life Only the flicker of Goodbye. © Eve Hall 2009 www.voxpoetica.com

"Your writers are invited to submit their poetry, fiction, or essays for our June 2010, issue. For details visit: http://www.thewritersliterarymuse.com" Michael D. Brown Editor

Just got back from, TAMPA. I was treated like a QUEEN. I wanna live there! http://plenaryreview.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/gabbysidibeelle.png?w=300&h=187 HURRICANES Why are the hurricanes all named Sharon? And Mary and Bill and names like Karen? Why don't they give them a name that is hard to say like Rasheeda, Keyshaun, Tameka or Dontay? If I got a job at the Hurricane Center I'd sneak into the computer room and via keyboard I'd enter some hurricane names that would make you say they must have a Brother naming them that way. ©2010 A. Supreme Email your poems to me so they can go live on THE NIGHT WRITER blog…

The Talking Centipede A single guy decided life would be more fun if he had a pet. So he went to the pet store and told the owner that he wanted to buy an unusual pet. After some discussion, he finally bought a talking centipede, (100-legged bug), which came in a little white box to use for his house. He took the box back home, found a good spot for the box, and decided he would start off by taking his new pet to a Bible meeting with him. So he asked the centipede in the box,"Would you like to go to a House of Worship with me today? We will have a good time." But there was no answer from his new pet.. This bothered him a bit, b…