Category: My Poetry
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Never the same smile
I really like new soul music. There are some wonderful music makers out here, and one such tag team is Phonte & Eric Roberson and their album Tigallerro. Their song “Never the Same Smile” just really is a MOOD. This poem came from listening to that song. My poem doesn’t do it justice so listen…
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Return
This one is a part of the challenge put forth by Sammi Cox . Here are the parameters: My first try was a fail for following the directions. A wordy durd like me missed the word count by a country mile! So I had to dig in deep and try again. My 2nd attempt hit…
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“The Lord Is Near To The Broken-hearted”
Enjoy. This poem is one that I wrote a while ago. It’s my usual style. 🤷🏾♀️ What can I say? I’m Baptist? I think that’s got something to do with it! Obviously, this one is about the Lord. There are two verses that speak to this thought. I was thinking about the first one, but…
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The Sound
This one’s short and snappy. I suppose no exposition is necessary. Enjoy. You looking—got you shook. My wasted love is all spent.It is what it is, and what was has now went. Head held, knees bent, thoughts on whatsoever things…Looking forward to the revelry that freedom surely brings.It is what it is; it’s gone be…
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I, too, sing America: A Juneteenth Jamboree
Well. I just like constancy and consistency. So even though Juneteenth and Father’s Day were Sunday, consider today to be the day I observe the former like the rest of the country. That said: here is your poetry Monday. A little quiet contemplation to start your week. Enjoy. I too sing AmericaExcept most of my…
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unthawing.
If you’ve never been on pause, never succumbed to the anguish of being—or least feeling stuck in place, then this poem will make no sense to you. Forward movement is painful to start. There is an almost unmanageable panic that shoved you backwards into stillness. Into stillbirth. But move we must. Dreams don’t have deadlines,…
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Ichabod
As the head goes, so goes the tail. Black Proverb So. This one is long. A bit epic. Autobiographical in the existential sense. It doesn’t really follow convention much except the rhyme. I just wanted to finish it, and finish it I did. I went through and did 2 cursory sweeps for rhythm and then…
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Make It Make Sense
It feels quite refreshing to write poems again. And that all I have to say about that. Enjoy.
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Healing
Folks talk quite a bit about triggers and trigger responses. This is what I envision when I hear those words. Trauma. Trauma response. Triggers. I see needles lost in haystacks. Stick pins dropped into the carpet, with me on my knees rubbing my hands along the carpet pile trying to find it before I step…
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Frozen
Sometimes. Relationships—no matter how great they seem—will have you stuck in one place. Lack of movement is never good, never beneficial. It produces atrophy in the body, making you weak and consistently unable to maneuver. Isn’t that how toxicity works? Keeps you locked in place like ice trying to figure out how to be water…
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