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Your Song

You asked me to sing your song

And my voice searches for your melody

You sent me to your heart

With a Tender word reached through time

You made my heart jump

When you sang a song beyond tomorrow into yesterday

Measureless

In the measure of my soul, there is only space for you
The handbreadth of time is where we exist
Universe can not hold the width and height and depth
Memory fills the being to overflowing unable to contain
In the east and west of my spirit where the ruler lies

Drinking Memories

I drank a coffee and thought of you

As the liquid cascaded down the inside of my soul

The warmth of your memory filled my spirit

I drank a hot apple cider and remembered a place

Where sunshine rises over the water and casts a smiling glo

Today I drank a cup of coffee and thought of you...and it is good

My Heart Note

Yesterday you were the note in my heart's lyric
Yesterday I could not sing without your rhythm in my soul
Yesterday we were a string on the bow of love's symphony
Yesterday ends and the song is unsung

In This Room by Chasity James

Featuring an up and coming young poet.


In this room
I learned that the key to my future
Is the struggles of my past
Right in this room
I learned that every one of my ancestors' beatings
Waz for me to be free
This day
I learned even though we have a long way to go
Never let your culture die
The drums my ancestors beat
Beats in our hearts
The love our ancestors gave
Still survives on this land
We as African Americans
Have to grasp onto it
I learned right in my blood stream
Lives the power of kinds and queens royalty
Freedom fighters that were in nightmares
Are now in heaven claiming their victory
I learned in this room
That freedom comes from knowledge
The knowledge of my ancestors
Never let your culture die
Their knowledge lives on in us!

Love

I woke up this morning and thoughts of you flooded my mind like the sunlight streaming through the window.

There is a piece of my heart that belongs solely to you, you hold it forever.

When I go to sleep tonight and the moon kisses my brow, I will close my eyes and see your face.

You are my forever

Janet Riehl Talks With Taye' Foster Bradshaw About Emotion Behind Writing "Sightlines"

I am pleased to welcome Janet Riehl to my blog today. We sat down to chat, writer to writer, about her recent work and more about some of the feelings behind the work.

I met Janet Grace Riehl through an open mic sponsored by the St. Louis Writers Guild. St. Louis is sort of a small town, and so our paths continued to cross as writers. Today I’m one of the hosts on Janet’s two-month internet tour. You can see the entire calendar for the tour on Janet’s site Riehlife: Village Wisdom for the 21st Century

The previous post on this tour was an interview with Eden Maxwell

Janet’s 2006 book Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary is now an audio book titled “Sightlines: A Family Love Story in Poetry and Music.” In addition to the 90 poems Janet reads from her book, these are interwoven with old-time music played in her father’s parlor, along with her father’s stories, and banter from the music session, giving us a complete context.

Taye' Foster Bradshaw (Antona): How do you write? Tell me a little ab…

The Last Goodbye

Hold my hand when my breath whispers the end of the story.
Stay beside me and stroke my hair when my real me says it is time.
Lean down and let your kiss gently caress my cheek when my eyes close forever.
Touch my arm and let me feel the essence of our life when my spirit journeys away.

Stay or Go?

Looking out the window at the tall green tree, makes me wonder if you even notice me

The other day you gave me a glimpse of your face, a moment of your time

Then without notice you were gone, off to another without reference to we

I'm not trying to bother you or even to whine

Just wondering as the tree sways to and fro

Are we together or should I just pack my bags and go?

Give You Time?

Give you time you asked me
How much time do you need
What about when time runs out
When will you be finished

Give me time to show what you mean to me
Taken from the Minnie Ripperton song
What you asked me so long ago
I've waited years, waited all day long
How much time until you become we

Give you time until time runs out
All the years of waiting
I just want to scream and shout
There is no more time
Time ran out

May You Always Love

May you always yearn for her like sunrise desires morning

May you crave him so deeply like moon hungers for night

May you thirst for his touch like desert gulps the rain

May you delight in her embrace like snow dances in winter

May your today fill you to overflowing like wet covers the ocean

May you dance the lovers dance like shadow twirls the night

May you always love



written for my cousin Thom and his bride Joy

The Fire

The rage I feel is like a fire in my soul
It burns a red and yellow flickering threatening to consume me
It refuses to cool down despite the watering of my tears

When

When tomorrow was yesterday and the hope was real
I looked in your eyes and saw waves of time standing still

When today was tomorrow and the canvass yet unmarked
I held your hand and painted our dreams come true

when yesterday was today and we lived in dashed memories
I touched your face and wove together remnants of maybe

When tomorrow is forever and holds the threads of our forever
I kiss your lips and weave the promises of you

My Sister, Me

I look in the mirror and I see this woman staring back at me

Who are you

My sister, me

I look in the mirror and see many women, many years, many lives and I wonder

Is this me

Who is this I see when I look out at tears and smiles, love and joy, pain and peace

All my sisters and me

Looking at me the sizes and shapes and the colors and cultures and it is true

You are my sister and you are me

Waiting on the Dying

There was a primal scream so loud is shattered the chandelier overhead.

Fists pummelled the stiff body lying in repose on the velvet cushions inside the polished mahogany.

Utterances of anguish emerged from many decades of compliant silence.

Unanswered prayers now to be buried in the heavy chamber of clay.

Fury burned the eyes were widows tears should rest.

Strong limbs enveloped heaving frame pulling back to life.

Wells of unspent tears erupted like a levy broken flooding out unspent waters.

Screams of rebuke to the sewn lips and penny shut eyes for the years of fire from a controlling tongue.

Weeping and sobbing to heaving and breathing the clay to burn fury in hulking frame no more.

Gentle touches and breezes to douse the pent up searing of the soul to be released for a tomorrow yet to be.

Too much living lost waiting on the dying to end the chain that binds.

And Then There Was Light: Celebration of Black Love

God Said
Then Light Came

Light to shine in the dark corner of memory where memory lurked in the shadow
Light to coax out the heart tucked deep in the treasure chest of yesterday
Light to search for the jewel buried deep in the blanket of treasures

God said
Then Light Came

Light to guide the path to promise of the ever after
Light to guide the feet to the giddy tomorrow
Light to touch the hand that reaches cord for cord

God said
Then Light Came

Light to open the door to the hope of a song of song
Light to illuminate the melody of the voice of true
Light to radiate the dwelling of essence

God said
Then Light Came

Light to prove there is light and more light
Light to say I am and you are and we be
Light to surround with warmth and heat

God said
Then Light Came

Light to bring woman to man
Light to bring flower to garden
Light to bring you to me

And God Said It Was Good

Weeping No More

My heart bleeds for my sons and daughters.

My heart bleeds for the lost sons and daughters of my mothers and mothers and fathers and fathers.

I look at the exposed parts and the swagger and the long shirts like a nightgown and the hats askew and I weep for the sons of my loins.

I look at the tight tight and the low low and the shake for notice and I weep for the daughters of my womb.

My eyes scan the horizon and I see the future and I weep for my promise.

I turn around and through the ocean of tears I see the mothers mothers who were snatched from their native shores

I see their their eyes lower in shame as their beauty in brown and black is put on display and taunted, and I weep for my daughters.

I see my strength in my fathers fathers in the wild of my heart land and

I see their eyes lower in shame as they are pulled and tugged with chains in front of their mothers mothers and I weep for my sons.

I close my eyes and I see the auction blocks and the whipping posts and the field and

I pull fr…