Showing posts from November, 2012

Song for Carla

he promised love and commitment but instead destroyed her soul he killed her spirit and ate her life whole then one day his insecurity was much for him to bear he stepped inside her life and destroyed what was there he promised love and commitment but ended her life one day wondering how this happened how one could end this way this wonder of a woman who changed our lives ended up with the demon in christian disguise dressed in white and laid out in repose her eyes were mortician closed he sat in the pew looking forlorn as the room filled with praise for her to the rafters it arose that beautiful soul was tortured no more how could no one know we gathered at the grave and said our last good bye he off to the side just waiting a chance to go learned later the fate of this magnificent woman who gave my words wind he promised love and commitment and took her light away for his own depraved and evil bend it will not be silent her calling from the grave she has given instr

Whispering The Sun

The sun rose the other day and shined a light on what was is and should be It said go on move on march on journey on travel on Time keeps spanning and waiting no more for getting over a funk or showing what you mean to me Packing placing plowing plundering promising promoting providing preventing permanent It said go on move on march on journey on travel on Dreams waiting knowing missing hoping wanting realizing needing fulfilling The sun rose the other day and said to go

On Getting a Natural by Dudley Randall for Gwendolyn Brooks

I rarely post other people's work, but really love the message in Dudley Randall's (1914-2000) poem in tribute to Gwendolyn Brook's  and her natural. She didn't know she was beautiful, though her smiles were dawn, her voice was bells, and her skin deep velvet Night. She didn't know she was beautiful, although her deeds, kind, generous, unobtrusive, gave hope to some, and help to others, and inspiration to us all. And beauty is as beauty does, they say. Then one day there blossomed a crown upon her head, bushy, bouffant, real Afro-down, Queen Nefertiti again. And now her regal woolly crown declares, I know I'm black AND  beautiful.

what you took away

you took something i can never get back from me the part of touch supposed to be mine i am incomplete

Friday In Schnuck's

Everyone has a list when they come in. Big carts, little carts, red baskets. Sales on apples, sales on bananas - were these even on my list? Halloween barely over and the sugar is on sale! Can't wait for Christmas? Men push the carts, women hold the lists, kids want the free cookie. Thursday is always busy, Friday is quiet in the mornings. Football days - hot dogs are on sale and pop is 2 for $5. Bags of candy are half-priced, overfull cart of additives tempting at the door. Old people come in the morning, young people come in the afternoon, moms come with babies after morning nap. The cart pushers wear gloves, the carts are loud rumbling on the tile floor, make a ruckus at the door. They bring their own shopping bags. Swanson broth is on sale for Thanksgiving.  It is November 2. C&H Sugar is 2 for $5, store brand is $2.28, side-by-side on a big pallet. "This week only - Triple coupons!" "It's Switch and Save Week!" Box tops for education are supposed to