THE
POETIC
LOUNGE
Volume Two
Poetry & Short Stories
Compiled by:
Fiordaliza Charles
http://authorfcharles.com
http://facebook.com/Fcharles30
authorfcharles@gmail.com
Charron Monaye
http://authorcharronmonaye.com
http://facebook.com/charronmonaye
Charron.monaye@gmail.com
Contents 1
INTRODUCTION
DEDICATION
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
ALBERT A. OLOFINNIKA
I'LL KEEP SAILING
HEALER OF THOUSAND DISEASES
A LITTLE PATIENCE
ANTINEA CARPENTER
I JUST CANT STOP LOVING YOU
APRIL DEEP ARIES
I WANNA KNOW
C. HIGHSMITH-HOOKS
RECONCILIATION
CALVIN HENDERSON
IF ONLY TEARS CAN TELL....
NEVER SETTLER FOR LESS
THE JESUS IN ME
CARLET HORNE
SOW GOOD
I AM ME
THE JOURNEY
CHARRON MONAYE
SURVIVAL
GIVING BACK
MOVING ON
ALTER EGO
POETRY IN MOTION
CHERYL D FAISON
LOVE SURRENDER
BITTER BEAUTY
POETIC SEDUCTION
DARCOVA
TRIPLETT
THE
UNDENIABLE CONNECTION
JUST KEEPIN IT REAL
SPIRITUAL INSANITY
DAMIAN KNOX
INTENSITY WANING
Contents 2
DEBRA ELLIOT
GRACEFULLY
IF ONLY WE HAD ONE MORE DAY
GROW OLD WITH ME
DONNA BALLARD CARTER
LOVE SONNETS
EMMANUEL BROWN
GOOD DAY BAD MOMENTS
FABILOA SULLY
FEAR
MARITZA
BAG LADY FIORDALIZA CHARLES
THE THRILL IS GONE
NOT ANYMORE
I'M FED UP
WITH OUT YOU
I'M SO TIRED
JOYCE P JONES
I AM
KATRINA GURL
RATED R TO X KELLI GARDEN
HONORED VOWS
LOST MEMORY
SEASON OF CHANGE
LESLIE B. POLLARD
SALVATION UNCONDITIONALLY
LONNIESHA JACKSON
NOSY HEART
WHEN WILL IT ALL BE OVER
THEIR DADDY
LUELLA HILL-DUDLEY
PERFECT STRANGERS
MARQUES LEWIS
WEAK
MARZANA ISLAM
LENDING HAND
Contents 3
UNDER THE BLOSSON TREE
YOUR REMEMBERANCE
PATRICIA “CHINA” HUNT
I'M NOT GONNA SAY
MY ANGEL
BODIES COLLIDE
DIRTY THOUGHTS
RAMONA JONES
UNRELENTING PASSION
DO YOU THINK I’M THE ONE?
TAKEN FOR GRANTED
RICO REVELS
INTERNAL RELATIONSHIP SERVICE
WITHOUT YOU
SEASONS OF LIFE
ROBERTO D. STYLES
SECRET LOGINGS
LETTER TO THE POTTER
WONDERING, DO YOU?
SEAN STEWART
DANCING WITH MOUNTAINS
SHANTA L DAVIS
BOUNDERIES
LONELINESS
WALK AWAY
SOMETHINGS YOU JUST CANT HAVE
TANIESHA GRACE
WHAT AM I? WHO AM I?
THORNNE .E. XAIVIANTT
SACRIFICE
THE TRANCE
TIFFANY CHRISTINA LEWIS
SPRING BREAK
URBAN POET
DIARY OF A WOMAN (WRITTEN BY A MAN)
ABUSED
STATUE OF LIBERTY...
OUR CONTRIBUTORS
LETTER TO THE READERS
Introdution
The T.P.L Project" was an idea that CEO'S Fiordaliza Charles and Charron Monaye came up with when they noticed so many talented poets/writers in their Facebook network that may not have been published. This concept gave them the platform needed to help showcase as many poets and writers worldwide.
"We are very fortunate to have come across so many talented and truly amazing poets and writers. We will like to thank all that contributed in the making of this project and to build a book of everlasting memories”
Thank You !
Acknowledgment
We would like to thank God for yet another opportunity to bring together some of the most talented and gifted poets and writers. We hope that everyone continues to bless us with their stories, feedback and encouragement so that we can continue to bring you books filled with unforgettable poetry and stories.
I hope that we have met all of your expectations.
Thank you for your continuous support!
The Poetic Lounge Vol. Two ~ December 2011
Dedication
This book is dedicated to our readers and contributing poets and writers because without neither of you, this book would seize to exist
ALBERT
A.
OLOFINNIKA
I’LL KEEP SAILING
Though the tide blows rough and tough,
And the tempest rages long and strong,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
The sea might be slide and wide,
And could be noisome and troublesome,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Even when my strength is small and fall,
There’s no going back or slack,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Till I see the light right and bright,
And get the primed prize and rise,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
HEALER OF A THOUSAND DISEASES
He makes the blind to see
And the deaf to hear,
In His name; demons do flee,
And in mercy; draws sinners near.
He makes the lame to walk
And the dumb to speak,
To heal; He won’t balk,
And to deliver; He’s never weak.
He takes away insanity
And heals paralysis,
From sin; He frees humanity,
And from death; He immortalizes.
He heals issue of blood
And even raise the dead,
The lost plunge in the flood
And in hope raise his head.
He’s a father and savior to all of us
And can heal all manner of diseases,
His name is JESUS,
And He’s ‘healer of a thousand diseases’.
A LITTLE PATIENCE
A little patience,
Tomorrow shall come
And you’ll be a day older.
Just a little patience,
The egg shall hatch
And the chick shall be cock.
A little patience,
The night will be over
And morning shall come.
Just a little patience,
What shall come shall come
And will not wait.
A little patience,
What was lost could be found
And be possessed again.
Just a little patience,
You’ll have your wish
And your dreams come true.
A little patience,
What looks scanty will be plenty
And be more than enough.
Just a little patience,
What was planted would be ripe
And ready for harvest.
ANTINEA
CARPENTER
I JUST CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU
I cannot believe after 14 years i am staring at the only woman I have loved besides my mother. I couldn't move and was in a trance until she spoke to me and snapped me back into reality.
"Arthur? It is has been a long, long time. How have you been?"
"I have been doing good Lilly, thanks for asking. Can I just hug you girl? You are as beautiful as ever. You haven’t changed a bit. Still sexy!
I go into hug her and feel the bulge in my pants grow. She smelled and felt so damn good, I was about to bust a nut right there in the middle of the store. She must have felt my bulge because when she backed away from our embrace, she was blushing.
"I have some free time, would you like to go somewhere and catch up?'
"I would love to, and great thing, my girls are out of town, so we could just go back to my house and I can make some coffee. Sound like a plan?"
I wanted to say I will do anything you ask, even be your love slave, but I kept my cool and just shook my head and smiled.
"You want to follow me to my house? It's not that far from here."
"Sure, Lilly, just lead the way."
I followed her but was lost in thought. I loved this woman most of my life, but things didn't work out for us. I married my son's mother and she went on with her life. I thought about her daily and I always loved
her more than life itself. No other woman ever made me feel like her on no level.
And the sex was just like I liked it, freaky and plentiful. I have had a lot of sex in my day and no woman could ever hang with me, but Lilly was my teacher and my student. She was just as hungry for me as I was for her, any given day. I was so lost in thought I didn't even realize we were turning into a beautiful housing complex. I followed her to a two story brick house with a double garage and a winding driveway. Lilly was doing well for herself.
"Come on in Arthur and make yourself at home while I freshen up a bit. I have cold drinks and beer in the fridge and some Grey Goose in the bar. I know it used to be your favorite."
We exchange smiles and my bulge continues to grow. I wonder if this woman knows what she does to me. I sat there for about 15 minutes flipping the channel and sipping on the Grey Goose when Lilly walked out butt naked with some black heels on. I almost dropped my drink.
"Arthur, don't look shocked. I felt you get hard when we hugged. I had to come home and get myself together because you had me hot as hell. I want you. I have always wanted you. No man has ever satisfied me like you. No man has ever given me pleasure the way you have. We just fit and everybody knows that. My husband left me because he said I wasn't there for him emotionally, I know now that was because all I wanted was you. I can't let you get away from me again. Arthur, I want you!"
I got off the chair I was in and went and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her neck and tried to inhale her lips with each kiss I planted on her lips. My hands wandered all over her beautiful brown body and when my hands found her sweet wet spot, I tried to put my whole hand into her. Her moans drove me insane and only motivated me more. She began to undress me and I helped. I couldn't seem to get naked fast enough, but as soon as I was, Lilly dropped
down and began giving my manhood a mean licking. It had been so long since I had gotten some head, I came instantly, but just like a pro, that didn't stop Lilly from licking me back hard again.
"You are being selfish, let me please you."
I bent her over the couch and ate her out from behind. She moaned and screamed my name but I couldn't stop, she tasted too good. How could any woman taste so damn good? I kept licking her swollen clit and she kept coming. I felt like I was in heaven because I dreamed of this moment so many times. I got up to my feet and penetrated her doggy style. I got my rhythm will her so fast, it was like we just had sex yesterday instead of 14 years ago. How can any woman feel so good? She screamed when I went into her and that just inspired me. Then she began talking dirty to me which blew my mind.
"Come on daddy, fuck this pussy! This is and always will be your pussy."
I lost my damn mind and started bucking as fast as I could. She turned and dropped to her knees and began sucking my manhood for dear life. I love this
woman. Then she pushed me back onto the soft carpet and straddled me.
"I have dreamed of riding this dick for a long time."
All I could do was close my eyes and lay my head back; I knew I was in for a treat. She positioned herself on top of my dick and smoothly slides
down my pole. I almost bust a nut right then, but was able to hold on a while longer. She slide up and down and wiggled all around. I kissed her breast and nibble her neck. She had already blown my mind and now I was on the break of insanity. She propped herself on her feet and rode my dick better than any woman has ever tried. Lilly was my porn star, my perfect
fit. I loved the pleasure she gave me and it took all I had in me not to give out, because she was wearing my ass out. I
flipped her onto her back and began eating her out again. This woman tasted like heaven. She scratched, squirmed and said my name over and over again, and that did was motivate me more. She begged me not to stop and I didn't. For the next twenty minutes I ate her pussy until she almost passed out. We laid there on her plush carpet trying to catch our breaths and smiling. I rolled over and called her name.
"Lilly?"
"Yes?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
I rolled over to look in her face to see if she was serious. But what I saw, I was ready for. She was crying.
“Why are you crying?
Did I do something wrong? Was I too pushy?”
“Of course not. It’s just I have been waiting for this moment for so long and now it’s here. These are tears of joy, Arthur. I am so in love with you.”
I reached over and wrapped her in my arms and kissed the top of her beautiful head. This was the only woman for me and we knew it and anyone that came into our lives, knew it as well. I kissed her cheek and then her chin. She moved her hands down my chest and started rubbing on my manhood. Before I knew it I was moaning again. Lilly started kissing my chest and licking me from head to toe, all I could do was moan her name. Then before I knew it, she had my entire dick in her mouth and down her throat. I felt my body start to shake and a nut coming to the surfaced. Lilly didn’t lose a drop and swallowed all I let go of.
I couldn’t be out done so I laid her on her back and put her legs over my shoulder and began all I could eat buffet. I stuck one finger, then two into her beautiful round ass and felt her squirm like she was trying to get away, but I tightened my grip on her big pretty thighs and kept pleasing her.
“Damn, daddy, what you trying to do to me? I can’t stop coming.”
“I am trying to make you mine baby girl. I want to keep you satisfied.”
“I’m yours daddy, I promise you, I am never leaving your side again.
Please don’t ever stop!”
“No worries, baby, no worries.”
I flipped her over and began licking her body up and down and stuck my touch into her pretty light skinned butt. Even her ass tasted good, this woman was amazing. She screamed and squirmed and then I penetrated her again from the back. I ran my fingers through her hair and she asked me to pull it. Damn, I love this woman.
“Pull my hair daddy, pop my ass, and don’t stop!”
That was all the motivated I needed and I fucked her like it was the last time I would ever feel the inside of her pussy. She moaned, I moaned, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I went back to taste her paradise and let her cum run down my throat. She was exactly what I wanted and need; she was a nasty freak, just like me.
We made love and fucked all over her living room for the next 3 hours. Enjoying pleasing each other to no end. We took a shower and then she made us some dinner, but before we could finish eating, Lilly slide under the table and began sucking my dick like tomorrow wasn’t promised. I had never had my dick sucked at the dinner
table, but it seemed with Lilly back in my life, I would do a lot the things I only dreamed about. She sucked, licked and teased my dick under that table, for what seemed like hours. I don’t think I ever came so many times in my life and I wasn’t complaining one bit. After she was done giving me some incredible head, Lilly walked into the living room with me following behind like a love sick puppy, sat on the couch, opened her legs and began to play with herself. I stood there almost in shock, because women just were not this comfortable with their sexuality to be so open when it came to sex. But my Lilly was an original piece of work. I stood there watching and rubbing my dick, when she reached behind the pillow on the couch and pulled out a red dildo and began licking it while her other hand was deep in her pussy. I did all I could not to lose my mind. This woman was something else. I watched as she took the dildo from her sexy lips, to her pussy, which was dripping by now, and gently moved, in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t take it anymore and went to join her. I licked around the dildo until she came again. I then took it from her hands and went inside her. I stroked her for a while and move us both to the floor. As I sat her on top of my rock hard dick, I took the dildo and slowly slid it into her ass. She screamed and bucked and I enjoy the pleasure she was in as she kept calling my name. I put her on her knees and slide my dick into her ass. It was the best feeling I ever had besides being inside her pussy. She came back to back and I finally joined her. I lay on top of her on the carpet and whispered,
“I love you Lilly and I am not ever going to let you again.”
“I love you to Arthur. Now let’s go take a shower and talk about this proposal.”
We made it to shower, talking, touching and kissing. But once we were in the shower it was on again. I was finally happy. I had my Lilly back and she agreed to be my wife, life couldn’t get any better.
APRIL
DEEP
ARIES
I WANNA KNOW
I
wanna know what good love feels like
In the word of Anita Baker's song
"Good Love"
"Morning, noon and night
Forever all my life"
But my version is
I wanna feel you
on my everyday routine
I wanna think of you and daydream
When
things are down
Just like the old movies
Just let me visualize our times
I
wanna think of you and smile
I want that kind of romance that’s
not going nowhere
For the first time it is really there
And not just dates
You are more than just admiring wanting to get inside my innate
We have that connection that goes on for hours on the phone
Timeless music and slow dances we share
Or we can wine and dine for hours
Because it just flows
Our love's tower is fueling power
But we fiend for each others friendship
Companionship
Relationship
And I'm more than just physical stimulation
There is so much mental
That you are more than just intrigued
We vibe on the big picture as well as the simple
We take those long walks at the river walk
Bubble baths
Candles and
incense
Massages
Laughs
Walking on the sunset or sunrise at
the beach
To be able to make LOVE
Exhale..
No more
wondering or singing the blues
Just me and you
That old school
loving
Sharing an ice cream cone in the
sand
You as a man you are there holding my hand
I'm
always there for you too
And you are there for me
Maybe soul mates for eternity
Sounds corny
I don't know
But I want you to always know
The
me that doesn't have a wall up
The me that feels invincible
The
me ready for love
I
wanna know what good love feels like
I want that feeling morning,
noon, day and Night
C. HIGHSMITH-
HOOKS
RECONCILIATION
I cried like a baby when I saw him.
Not that seeing him made me sad, but it had been almost five years since I laid eyes on my daddy.
The flood of emotions was hard to explain: I hated him for deserting us, but at the same time, I wanted to hold onto my daddy and never let him go-I was so afraid he’d leave me again.
I stroked his neatly-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair like a cherished doll I had lost, then suddenly found. I looked into his deep, dark-brown eyes. They were my eyes, and the eyes of my oldest brother.
They were the eyes of a man who knew he’d made mistakes and he was sorry for them.
The eyes of my daddy.
I held his face in my hands and gently kissed it with the love and admiration of a five-year old girl who never thought she would kiss her daddy again.
But that kiss was thirty-four years late, as I was now thirty-nine. Sadly, it had taken more than three decades for this father and daughter to make peace with the past. Thirty years of pain, anger, hatred, resentment, misunderstanding, maturity, and finally, reconciliation.
And in those thirty-plus years, the meeting almost took place a thousand times, but never did because we were never in the same place and on the same page at the same time.
Had the stars aligned perfectly just once, this public display would have taken place privately many years ago in a small upstairs apartment at 70 California Avenue.
But we weren’t ready then.
Neither of us could have handled it then
All around us, people became teary-eyed, emotional. We too, were swept up in an all-consuming tidal wave of foggy bi-focals and smeared Fashion Fair #4550.
“I love you, Pop,” I whispered in his ear.
“I know, Chickadee. I know.”
Nobody else calls me by that name.
I told him to come out to California for a visit because my daddy has never been to my home.
“I’ll be there soon. I promise.”
My nervousness was obvious, so my daddy grabbed my hands and held them in his as they swung in front of me. I calmed down some as our heartbeats synchronized.
Daddy vowed to write more often.
I reminded him that he still has to take my
daughter for walks by the beach, so he should stop smoking. He reminded me that my husband and I didn’t have a daughter yet.
“But we’re going to start working on her the minute I get home.”
We both laughed.
Then we hugged like the world was coming to an end. A father and his oldest daughter locked in a deep, silent embrace.
It was an embrace that was well past overdue, so no words were needed.
Cameras flashed all around us, but our attention was focused on only each other. For that one moment, no one could enter my daddy’s world and mine.
They were all outsiders.
I kissed him one last time and made my way to the car. I wiped my eyes.
Then I paused for a minute, put the key in the ignition, and backed out of the driveway. I blew the horn and winked at my daddy. He gave me the double thumbs-up sign.
I put the car in drive, realizing I was finally ready to move forward with my life.
It seems even at my age, there were still some wounds that only a daddy’s hug could truly and completely heal for his daughter.
CALVIN
HENDERSON
NEVER SETTLER FOR
LESS
Slowly
I open the door; even in the act I heard noises
There I saw my
sister lying on the floor.
Face looked batter, eyes was blood shot
red where she hit hard By someone’s fist. I just stood there
sadden. I embrace her, as I sat lying on the floor with my sister.
Bloody lip, cut under the eyes,
And a knot that was on the head.
She was breathing heavy, I said to her; you want me to call
mother.
She waited then she said; no. I asked; how can you love
someone that hits you all the time?
She started to cry, and said
to me; brother I love him. Love? In a loud voice I said. Love doesn’t
hit you back, in a loud voice I said! You are my sister, I love you
much. But a man who hits a woman is less than a dog I said to her.
Never settle for less; I told her than I said in an encouraging
voice, fear not. You are blessed by the best! A man should always
love his mate unconditionally, as the woman. You should never fear
going home or being alone with someone that says they love you. Again
I said to her; never settle for less. I help my sister up than she
cleaned herself. After everything thing was over she promised me. She
would put him out. I stay around just in case. My sister went into
the other room. At that time there was a knock on the door. She said
to me Rufus, get that please! Then I heard in a loud voice; Baby,
open the door.You know I love you! Hum! As I smiled, with a bat in my
hand. I told my sister in the other room; Baby I got this.
YOU JUST DON’T KNOW
don't you just hate when people
try to act
like they know how you feel.
they start by saying,
“it is going to be okay, just pray."
not knowing how
corrupt you have been in your life.
you just do not know the
things i have done.
yet they sit their talking about how god can
change your life.
how the precious blood of Christ is the reason
you have a choice in life.
still you just don't know i was that
guy that got your friend on his first high.
there were many nights
i lay in my bed thinking. could there be redemption for a guy like
me?
you just don't know the sleepless nights, at that time in my
life i never knew how to pray.
so my mind was always wondering why
things happening to me. you just don't know how god has always been
dealing with me through my mother, yet god manifest his self through
people that had favor with me, you just don't know how close I came
to death, certainly god was with me. through difficult times even
when i did not depend on him he still find favor and always embraced
me.
you just don't know how blessed i am that i discover a deeper
meaning of being a christian. it is by knowing and having faith you
can be liberated from sin, you just don't know “how good god is.”
THE JESUS IN ME
You
have some ignorant people no matter how you have changed. They can’t
look past things you might have done. Numerous times you attempt to
make things right with the ones you love. When I enter into the room.
Their face frowns up and their attitudes changes. Sometimes you just
have to pray for them. You struggle because of the pain that comes
with regret. Wondering why they can’t just forgive you. It feels
like when you have lost a loved one. In my heart there is so much
grief tile I began to weep. Never do I pray, yet as I stooped down,
only God knows my heart. In a loud voices, because of the
overwhelming grief. I have in my heart mournful wailing as I cried
out with eyes full of tears. Lord I know how they feel about me yet
let them see the Jesus in me. The things I done are no more. Totally
commitment to you, joyful I live my life that I might be pleasing to
you. Still not satisfied with myself, knowing the children in my life
might not live or believe in Christ. At this point, I can only show
them the way I feel is by letting my light shine. In hope that one
day they will feel the Jesus in me. Lord let your spirit ascend on
their heart and change the way they think. So they can overcome the
lack of trust that comes from me not being in their life. Lord let
this be let them see the Jesus in me.
CARLET
HORNE
SOW GOOD
You shall also reap.
They may take many days to return,
And present themselves at your feet.
Whether they be in brush or briar
In thicket or mane,
Whatever you plant in your life’s garden
Be willing to maintain.
Sow good seeds.
Sow in fertile soil.
So that you may reap bountifully
Even during the days of turmoil.
Sow good seeds
Into good ground,
And you can expect a good harvest
When they come back around.
They may not always return as they were sown.
But when they return, it will be known.
You planted, Another watered, and God gave increase
All for your willingness to sow good seeds.
I AM ME
It took all of life’s Potluck of Experiences
To make and mold me into who….I Am.
Not just an ordinary person;
Unique, Different, Extraordinary….I Am.
It’s not the length of my hair,
Neither the clothes that I wear.
Not the smile on my face nor my walk’s pace
But my ability to rise, no matter what I face.
It’s been through my life’s experiences….
Good or Bad; Happy or Sad;
Days of Plenty; Others of Need…
That taught me to: Survive, Live, and Proceed.
THE JOURNEY
Don’t cry for me.
Neither do I want you to mourn
Because I am no longer there.
I am home, with My Father.
No more worries
Or a single care.
I know you miss me.
I miss you too!
But it came time for us
In this natural life to part.
Just know the love we had was so strong,
I am always as close as your heart
So remember me as I lived,
Not how I died.
How I laughed,
Even how I cried.
And when it’s time for your journey here too,
Remember God has a place, made just for you.
CHARRON
MONAYE
SURVIVAL
My strength shows my struggle
My bloodshed shows my battles
My fractured bones show my injuries
My smile shows my pleasure in spite of
My pain shows that I am still human
My broken heart shows that every one isn’t true
My imperfections show that I am not perfect
My drive shows that I keep it moving no matter what
My corns show there is no stopping me now
My determination shows that I
“Can’t stop, Won’t stop”
My testimony shows that my life isn’t much different from yours
My beauty shows that I come from a line of elegance
My sexiness shows that I am a woman
My timberlands show that I am not ghetto, but straight hood
My divorce papers show that I did give love a try
My pot belly shows that I am a great mother
But
The mere fact that my life hasn't stop
Shows that I have Survived!!!!!!
GIVING BACK
Now that you’re successful
Who have you reached back to help
When was the last time you fed the homeless
Have you went back to your alumni
To share your journey to inspire another
When is the last time you donated one dollar
To find a cure for cancer
Someone held your hand through your destiny
So why not extend yours
Do you think you would be where you are
If you traveled alone
Do you think you would have made it this far
If it wasn’t for someone taking an interest in you
God has blessed you
To become a blessing to the unfortunate
Don’t be selfish with your testimony
If someone wants to learn, teach them
If someone wants to strive, motivate them
If someone wants to find their dreams, search with them
You are where you are because someone helped you
So please be the help that brightens another person’s life!
MOVING ON
It takes a special person to walk away
It takes an even stronger person to let go
When you are standing alone anyway
Why love,
When love don’t love you
Why fight,
When your jabs are flowing in the wind
Why cry,
When there is no one to wipe your tears
Why stop your dreams,
When you have nothing else to leave for
Why quit,
When the race is not over
Why become mute,
When you have so much say
Why hide,
When your presence is warranted
Why hold back the tears,
When they will lead to laughter
Why settle for less,
When you are worth so much more
So why stay, when you know you deserve better
It takes a special person to walk away
It takes an even stronger person to let go
When you are standing alone anyway
ALTER EGO
At the end of the day
I am me
I am my own person
No one can conqueror my destiny
Unique is my persona
Divine is who I represent when I stand my frame
Walk with pride
Proclaim the horn as they echo the strength
In my name
I am who you are not
Who you will never be
There is only one me
And I think I fulfill my shoes nicely
Comparing yourself to me is a battle
You will never win
Cause in the end
There can only be one me
Appealing to me you are
Showing me my image is sexy
Seductive, impressive
I got it going on, fierce is who I be
Is that why you are watching me
Envy, jealousy, misery is not words
I comprehend in my vocabulary
Comfort ability in your own skin
Is where you need to be
Fantastic and free
Living in perfect harmony
You could never be
Who you’re not
And that is, ME
POETRY IN MOTION!
“Come Get to This” by Marvin Gaye plays
As we jazz across the floor
People watch in amusement
Our movements are erotic, intense
Convincing and suspicious
Making people believe that we are one of a kind, the perfect couple
The men and women share envy
Of the sexual intercourse that we are having mentally as we seductively glide to every beat
We step on every 6, we embrace on every 4
What we do cannot be rehearsed, reproduced or recreated
It's chemistry, It's love, It's friendship
It is Poetry in Motion!
CHERYL D.
FAISON
LOVE SURRENDER
Delicate kisses tempt, beckoning as an autumn leaf in a cool breeze
Floating
Slowly
Arriving
Wake up in a grassy dew with sun splashed vision
Warming
Comforting
Freeing
Embrace as if yesterday was the end of forever
Cherishing
Reclaiming
Renewing
Caress gently as the daffodil on a cherubs cheek
Beaming
Gingerly
Calming
Nourish quickly through the veins the nectar of gods
Sweetly
Sanctifying
Satisfying
Elevate beyond the heights of heaven
Rejoicing
Enjoying
Praising
Love withstanding the confines of time
Forever
Endlessly
Infinitely
Surrender to the days and ways of love
BITTER BEAUTY
Beauty made bitter by betrayal
Cannot be rehabilitated
The purity that was within
A love so endless
Is not even a memory any more
Only a scar that makes a random ache
The heart chastised, disciplined to stand still
Not giving way to emotion
A love locked away in a vault without a minder
Languishes away in a silent anger
Smoldering with a hurt so painful
Press it away like a primrose in your diary
Imagine only its
Forgotten fragrance which eludes you
A tattered photograph in a broken frame
A lovely face with a forgotten name
Beauty no more, no less only a coldness
In a battle of regret
POETIC SEDUCTION
I’ve fallen into your arms like a clumsy
Movie heroine captivated by charm
You poured such sweet sound from your lips
Musically it sounded so I swayed my hips to
The song of your ink in your melodic voice
Your prose captured me
Yet surrendering was my choice
I tasted every word
Each sumptuous morsel
Your lovemaking pen so
Romantically resourceful
I closed my eyes to imagine
The feeling of your touch
I became overheated as
My body felt the rush
I tossed my hair, bit my lip and
Of course I curled my toes
Willingly I climaxed to your seductive prose
Your delectable words
Like gifts of chocolate at my feet
I lie in a trance as they
Melted inside me divinely sweet
Unwittingly you became mine or better yet
My creative muse as it seems
Your poetic advances
My soul can not refuse
Your boudoir of poetic ecstasy
Unleashed the repressed poetess
Again she’s set free to inspire
Her pen emancipated by your Kingly desire
Captivated like a clumsy heroine in
A romantic movie scene your regal words
Crown her heart as your poetic Queen
DAMIAN
KNOX
INTENSITY WANING
all mornings are good
and our hello’s
have only “seemed”
to have lost their fire.
the “intensity”
of loves looks
is now alternated with living
and enduring of life’s trials.
momentum is not lost love,
only tempered through
fire and the passing of time.
embers wait for breath upon them
in quiet remembrance of burning brightly.
breath forever gives and holds life,
but eternal flames burn out,
consume ALL in their heat.
our embers smolder, holding warmth,
knowing that they will not be extinguished.
our individual battles away from each other,
give us time…
…time to miss,
…time to remember,
…time to look forward to
those times yet to be lived.
this “connection” has led our souls to mate…
two pure elements poured into the same glass.
would you desire that we meld and blend
such that we became truly lost within each other?
or rather sweetly scented
as the oil in your bath
water…
that I should
never “become you” nor you “to become me”.
sharing space, bound, yet separate in our glass
waiting for our attempts to merge our molecules,
that long handled spoon whipping us into froth
only to collect ourselves separately yet together…
…still in the same glass.
i accept your accusation and i am accountable
for the burden that is mine alone to bear.
place your pointing finger upon my chest…
place your concerned thoughts in my ears…
laying tinder, give fuel to the embers, now quiet.
your words will be the breath that blows gently
igniting what MUST rest
and be fed by our longing.
my accountability for our place… our space,
exists only because you desire it…
because you
require it.
i stir our combination at the times of our choosing.
tendrils of me reaching down, through, and
around…
…and into you
in this container that holds us.
as our momentum rises,
the lines between
where you begin
and where i end
no longer exist…
molecules blending,
passionately kissed
but not merging,
in this rolling, boiling
vortex that we have become.
first, my “push” meets your “pull”
in sweet harmony as our
“contrast” becomes “confront”
where “push” now meets “push”
and “pull” meets “pull”.
mimic meets fog covered glass
no longer able to reflect
in this steam filled room
as release swirls around our ankles
with the water circling
as it finds it’s exit
from our shared shower.
for this excruciating moment
our exertions combined
common goals refined
arms and legs entwined
our vision and emotion defines
that
we are whipped into one…
that we may separate
in our glass…
only to come together
again.
“…the answer is … yes.”
DARCOVA
TRIPLETT
THE UNDENIABLE CONNECTION
So glad you heard me calling out to you
So glad you came back to take me away
From the first glance
to the first smile
to the first conversation
the first dance
and the first touch
the connection was undeniable
And when the lights were turned up
I kept my eyes closed
because it was my desire to stay in the dream
Sweet smells of strawberries
Cool breeze while riding up north
Raindrops tip tapping on the window ceil
Feeling good cause I got my peace again
and again
and again
Hoping that every day could last 26 hours
cause I just can’t get enough
But now I’m forced to wake up
and baby has to be a big girl
Gotta go handle my business
and run the world
I will let ‘em know
it was the best night of my life
And while I am already missing you
I will always love you back
cause chemistry can’t be denie
JUST KEEP-IN IT REAL
I have my struggles
I have my flaws
But you will not hang them over my head
with your deadly claws
I’m trying to be perfect
I know Only 100 will work
So there’s no need to remind me
of all the folk I hurt
I have asked for forgiveness
From evil ways I did turn
But you still out to get me
Really wanna see me burn
Trying to walk in my purpose
Distractions all around
Should be lifting me up
but you pulling me down
My spirit is willing
but my flesh is so weak
Save me from myself
or my future is obsolete
Thoughts running through my mind
Blink to make them go away
Trick or Treat
Which is Which
Just depends on the day
A WONDERFUL CHANGE
Made my way to the bottom of the pit
with nothing left to do
but look up
and cry out
HELP!
And He did just that
Walls of rebellion came tumbling down
Building blocks of confusion
transformed into stepping stones
Hurtful words
Evil actions
all blotted out by the blood
My mind has been renewed
My heart has be repaired
My character has been restored
And I walk around brand new
No recollection of the past
No reminder of the destruction
No re-visitation of the deception
No remembrance of the disgust
No recall of the saga
For He has redeemed me…
with no residue.
And in the words of the great songwriter,
A Wonderful Change Has Come Over Me!
DEBRA
ELLIOTT
GRACEFULLY
Beauty flows within
My
soul,
Turning pages
Forever blow...
Time
wanders
As a crow,
Secrets danced
Long ago...
Seasons
linger
In time flow,
Gracefully
I grow old..
IF ONLY WE HAD ONE MORE DAY
How many storms we could weather...
calming the hurricanes,
chasing the rains...
How many dreams we could live together...
seeing what could be,
running wild and free...
How many secrets we could tell...
whispering our deepest desires,
igniting love's fires...
How many sorrows we could quell...
letting our heart's not pain,
from hurt refrain...
If only we had one more day...
GROW OLD WITH ME
Grow
old with me,
share my last days as if
they were my first.
Give
my solace when I
thirst.
Share my anguish and my pain.
Give
me shelter from the rain.
Grow old with me,
until I shall
part,
my life, my love, my heart.
EMMANUEL
BROWN
GOOD DAYS - BAD MOMENTS
"There is no such thing as bad days, just bad moments" is something that I learned from a teacher named Mr Thomas during a bad moment. He instilled this into my mind on a daily basis, because he wanted me to see the light from finding good in all situations. It took some time, but eventually found the good in most situations by crying over them just long enough to get it out my system and to move forward with a whole new outlook.
How would it effect me 10 minutes, 10 days, 10 months or even 10 years from now if I react in a negative way to a negative situation? I am still working on that question and realize that I have control over the answer to that question and that I can change that situation when I chose to deal with it in ways that wash the negative taste from my mouth. When the opportunity for me to write in this book arose, I was all for it and thought that I would boast
upon my lyrical skills (which I will still do). However, I lost a close friend that blurred my vision from the tears that I shed for another man. I couldn't see straight and wondered if it would put me in a slump that would stop my flow or my drive. Since you are reading this, you can clearly see that it didn't. It motivated me to finish 2 other projects and keep my obligations to this one in a way that is a little different than the way I planned.10 minutes after reading this finished product I will be able to say job well done to
Emmanuel, Fiordaliza and the other contributors to this project.
• 10 days after this is published I will be able to introduce myself to others that was beyond my
reach.
• 10 months from now I will complete at least 10 of my own projects and collaborate to complete
many more.
• 10 years from now I will be able to sit around with my children and possibly their own to show
them the actions I have taken and that anything is possible when you find the good in a bad moment so that you can have a good day. Thanks for your time and please enjoy the dedication to my lost friend and for everyone that might
have a bad moment that is taking it's toll on them.
No family and friends, will it end this way I looked at life and it's virtues so I could mend my way But who knows what the future holds If I pray to the Lord will I gain control "Lord Please" help me find a way to take away the hurt and pain Life's struggles take control making some insane Maybe I'll fall, but I have to lose balance first
Rising is better for me, so my wings disperse Don't watch me soar, join me in flight. Take sight on where we are, where we're going, on the dark and the light. Don't get complacent Be blatant In the changes made Facing Adjacent Challenges while your maps are laid
Follow your path But be ready for a detour
Don't frown, just laugh And you will be sure
Pure Thoughts captured, with a pure lure
Endure Your struggle, you can be your own cure
FABIOLA
SULLY
FEAR
I know your weaknesses
I know your doubts
I know when you’re feeling down
And your pessimistic thoughts
I’ve made you sulk
I even broke you down
Worrying about your insecurities
I’ve kept misery within your grasp
Knowing you’re searching for true happiness.
I’ve kept you away from the unknown
And all the inexperienced
I’ve even kept you away from love
Knowing you won’t know how to handle it
Why deal with something you can’t control
When you can’t step up to the challenges
You try to get rid of me
Yeah, I know you fought back
But I kept striking
Once your defenses are down
Eating you confidence and well-being
I know one day you will find the courage
To put me out of my misery
But when you have those feelings
Of nervousness, tightness, and hot flashes
I’ll be there
You know my name
MARITZA
I look through your brown eyes
With your content grin
Wondering where this little girl
With the inquisitive mind has gone
Yesterday, you were a baby
Following me wherever I went
And never wanting to be alone
But now you have become independent
You don’t cling to me
Or ask your cute questions
As I watched you grow
I still feel that you need me
I would shield you from the pain and drama
The suffering and hate
I have experience in this world
That is, if life would let me
But I understand you need to grow
And I don’t want to be blamed
For holding you back
So, I must set you free
For you to see what life has to offer you
But in the back of my mind
You’re still the baby who clings to me.
BAG LADY
I watched this lady hop on the bus
Who looked about my age
With two bags on each hand
Struggling to get on board
And taking her money out
Trying to find somewhere to sit
As she bumped into people
Everybody was staring at her
Like she was a sideshow
Giving her dirty looks
And laughing as she passed by
No one seemed to help her
Even with struggle written on her face
When her stop came
She hurdled her way to the front of the bus
She got off by a clothing store
And just stood there
Looking at her reflection in the store window
I watched her as she walked away
Leaving her bags on the curb
Not even looking back
I know she didn’t see me
But I clapped for her as she walked away
For I use to be her
FIORDALIZA
CHARLES
THE THRILL IS GONE
Do You Remember?
Those Days I Used To Melt Away
Seeing Your Smiling Face
My Panties, Wetter than Niagara Falls
I Used To Cry
To Make You Stay Home
Where Has It All Gone
I've Asked Myself
What Happened
To Those Happy Days
Those Kisses That Took My Pains Away
Your No Longer, The Reason I Awake
My Heart Does Not Beat, In Harmony With Yours
Now I Just Feel Scorned
Yes, You Guessed It Right
The Thrill Is Gone!
NOT ANY MORE
I Remember A Time
I Used To Feel So Happy
Knowing You Was there
But
Now I Wish You Would Just Disappear
I Used To Crave For You
I Used To Need You
I Used To Want You
Because
I Loved You
You Used To Satisfied Me
I Used To Feel So Good
No I Am Just Lost And Confused
I Used To Want This Too
But
Not Any More
I Am So
Over
You
I AM FED UP
I Am Fed Up
With Thinking Negative Thoughts
I Am Fed Up
With Feeling Lonely All The Times
I Am Fed Up
With Getting All Worked Up
I Am Fed Up
When You Act Like You Don't Care
I Am Fed Up
That You No Longer There
I Am Fed Up
Of You Making Up Excused
I Am Fed Up
Of Feeling Sad And Confused
I Am Fed Up
Of Being The One Who Feels Blue
I Am Just Fed Up
Of The Things You Do
I Am Fed Up
That You Do What You Please
I Am Fed Up
Of You Just Using Me
I Am Fed Up
That I Love You
And
Today
I Am So Over You
WITH OUT YOU
Why ?
Can I Get You To Understand
My Life
Was So Much Better
With Out You
I Used To Dream Big
I Used To Want To Do So Many Things
I Used To Feel Happy
Now All I Feel Is Crappy
You Make Me So Angry
You Make Me Feel Sick
You Make Me Want To Run Away
You Make Me
Not Want To Live
I Need You To Understand
The Love Is No Longer There
All Our Hopes And Dreams
Are Now A Distance Memories
Can You See
I Am Just
Better
With Out You
I AM SO TIRED
I Am So Tired
Is Beginning To Feel
As If
This Is The Way To Be
I Am So Tired
Of People
Specially Those Who Think
They Better Than Me
I Am So Tired
Of The Friends
That Turned To Be Snakes
The Enemies
I Keep In My Heart
I Am So Tired
I Just Want Things To End
I want to Start Over Some Where New
Leaving Everything Behind
And Staring Anew
I Am So Tired
Sick Of Being Left Confused
Leave Me Alone
And
Keep In Mind That
I Am Not You
JOYCE P.
JONES
RATED R TO X
Each
word you speak
Draws nearer to my truth,
Can’t believe the
things
That I think of you.
I
long for your attention
And you give in to me,
Even when you
don’t want to
You take the responsibility…
To
make me over
At a moment’s notice,
Your nature has spoiled
me
I’ve cum to know this.
I
yearn for you
Awake or sleep,
What dreams don’t
render
Reality keeps.
Every
thought of you
Is rated “R” to “X”,
Your guidance is
suggested
With positions complex.
Just
like a saint
I prey on your soul,
Quenching just addicts me
I
am strung out cold.
I
need you NOW
Like a pimp needs his whore,
Sacred loyalty
Opens
this door.
Ranging
through titles
Only given to you,
With this rare power
What
will you do?
Be
kind and rewind
All promises foretold,
And I will prey on, lay
hands on
Even when days grow old.
Is
this something
That can fill your bliss,
Or is this a
premier
You are willing to miss?
KELLI
“SONGBIRD”
GARDEN
HONORED VOWS
A
mutual decision you and I made;
that we would share our lives
together, come what may. Before God,
family, and friends;
with love, and
commitment, in a covenant agreement
we took one
another hands. On that
day and the years that went by, we
remained one together and with God,
you and I. Loving,
respectful,
faithful and true; our fate was
sealed the moment
we said "I do".
Through ups and downs, the downs
being
few; we honored and kept our
vows as God intended us to do. I
held
your hand, heard you sigh, as you took your last breath and I said
goodbye; gently touching and closing your eyes. As your spirit
soared, I remained strong; knowing the children and I must journey
on. God answered my prayer, you're healed and without pain. He gave
me beauty for ashes as we scattered your remains.
So enjoy the
fishing! We'll be OK.
In loving memory, My King ... Your Queen.
LOST MEMORY
You took that which wasn't offered or belonged to you; but was saved for my husband on our wedding day.
Evil minds an evil time, erased from my memory.
Dumped and discarded like a piece of garbage after you drugged and took from me.
No longer remembering who I once was or the woman I was meant to become.
The script was changed, my life rearranged all because of the evil intent in you.
The nightmares stopped when I took my power back; for my mind, spirit and soul you could not possess nor have the power to hold.
In my mind I killed you a thousand times; over and over again.
I finally realized that vengeance wasn’t mine; for you would be made to pay one day.
When I heard you died, not a tear did I cry.......empty and numb for the pain was nullified.
Just grateful I have no full memory of the evil crime done to me.
Discarded and lost memory.
SEASONS OF CHANGE
I’m Wearing A Smile, But Deep Inside Are The Remnants Of Scars The World Cannot See.
I Struggle Some days To Push The Hurt Away; Inflicted By The Selfish And Insensitive That Don’t Give A Damn About You Or Me.
The Phony And Fake Don’t Hesitate To Run A Stake Into Your Heart.
Just So You Know, The Stones You Throw Will Instead Turn And Smack You In The Head. Be Careful What You Do And Say, We All Will Have To Answer One Day.
The Lies And Deceit Of Others Have Too Many Times Surrounded Me; Until I Broke Free Of Their Chains Of Negativity.
Making My Getaway From The Negative Vibes, Spewing Of Lies, And Empty Words That Beckoned To Kill Me, Change Me, Alter My Identity And Course Of My True Destiny. For Them I Cannot Be.
I Don’t Give A Rap To What They Think Or Say About Me.
The Ones That Are Quick To Judge And Don’t Know A Thing About Me Or The Journey I’ve Traveled In Becoming The Woman They Don’t Even See.
I Bore My Cross And Have Paid The Cost To Be The Boss.
My Spirit Soars And Love Guides Me. My Heavenly Father Continues To Provide For Me.
Through Life’s Pain, Strength I’ve Gained. I’ve Learned To Accept The Sunshine And The Rain That Life Does Bring; As I Journey On Through My Seasons Of Change.
LESLIE B.
POLLARD
SALVATION UNCONDITIONALLY
Once upon a time there was an unsaved man. He had burns to his face and a severed off hand. People tried to get him to church many times before. But he always gave them excuses for not entering church doors. His main excuse was because they will stare at me. And that excuse he used over and over continually. And there was an unsaved woman tall and fare. That wouldn't go to church for she had nothing to wear. Her main excuse was they will talk about how i dress. And i refuse to go in there looking like a hot mess! But both of them needed to know of God's unconditional love. But they refuse salvation worrying about how people judged. So neither this man or woman went to church no matter who tried. But then one day God took away both of their lives. God said to them i gave both of you plenty of time to get saved. So why are you here before me without salvation today? Both of them painted their excuses like a pieces of art. Then God said i don't judge the outside, i judge the heart! For i have made salvation available for all unconditionally. But since neither of you have proven to love me. Being unclean Heaven you can not enter in. For Jesus died unconditional for all mankind in sin!
LONNEISHA
“FLOETPOET”
JACKSON
NOSY HEART
My heart is always looking for you
For the heart knows, you and I belong with each other
When you are near
My heart races to be near yours
I experience many emotions but lacking one.. L.O.V.E
For the heart knows, that you are the one
I have a nosy heart and it's always searching for yours
To be near, always here
Close together, strong as can be
A part and it beats s l o w l y
Without you, really, Who am I?
My heart and I are so weak
Please come, so we all can be together
For this nosy heart is still looking for you
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