It’s a poem if the words can live without you.
If the allegory can make blinding light shine from tombs
breathe them back to – reality.
It’s a poem if,
there are possibilities for similies linking people
from fallen walls to picket signs
drawing scents of lemons
shake hands of farm girls to vegetarians
likening poetry to biblical days
with your comrades
logging different chapters
forcing the community for just one night
directly into the sun
That’s a poem.
from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips
Cleaning the house
Driving around doing errands
Spoken word from my one and only poetry cd, “Moody” Just click and enjoy;-)
Have you gotten your summer reads yet? You should add these titles to your library. Some comedy, fiction, short stories, poetry and prose.
It’s Tuesday so you know that means “Rebel” comes on BET tonight! Enjoy the last poem I wrote for the “Rebel Yell” series on BET.com entitled, “Reverse Opinions”. AND TUNE IN TONIGHT!
This is a snippet of the poem, “A Note on Time“. The entire poem can be found in my book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips and I wrote it actually for both of my parents.
“She received the fruit of the rain at the beginning of God’s mouth
and rubbed her belly for a sense of serendipity
you can’t tell me she ain’t fierce the way she always
embarrass you with the truth.”
“Women of warrior blood
a ritual of stares for superiority
and one word never needs to be spoken
It’s in her eyes
that reflect a promised lake of fire
to toss her divided soul
that pulls at her like a chariot with two head strong horses.”
“The Gods huddle over your recipes trying to decipher your chicken soup.”