ROUND 5: POETRY'S OPEN POST!...LOVE, EXPRESSIONS, & COOLNESS (1083 hits)
Poetry has it's way to expressions in love, and being cool..even rapp! Give a way of Thinking and Emotions.....It's a poets way.. All kinds of poetry is permitted... It's the finale!!
So let's have Nikki Giovanni present us a start up! Applause!
Go Nikki!!
LOVE IS
Some people forget that love is tucking you in and kissing you "Good night" no matter how young or old you are
Some people don't remember that love is listening and laughing and asking questions no matter what your age
Few recognize that love is commitment, responsibility no fun at all unless
This is a little cool rapp!... Have fun reading this one...
I MISS COOL
Whatever happened to cool? Somewhere along the way cool lost it's coolness Hip-hop stayed around a while, Then radical appeared. But, whatever happened to cool? You know,... that "Yeah Man Cool!"
Now, I hardly ever hear the word cool.
Like that finger popping, heart stopping you know... "The Real Cool!"
Daddy cool Soul dropping You know? COOL.
Like...cool shoes. Cool hat. Cool hair...woooo. Cooool...CAT!
When you did cool things.
Like Talked cool Looked cool Thought cool Walked cool.
Did all of sudden something happened to cool? Cool disappeared overnight, like "Out-of-sight!"
I miss cool. --MIISRAEL Winniespoetry 2001
Didn't know I could do that did ya!
Wednesday, April 25th 2012 at 10:29AM
MIISRAEL Bride
Nikki's has some more...
I Wrote A Good Omelet
I wrote a good omelet...and ate a hot poem... after loving you
Buttoned my car...and drove my coat home...in the rain... after loving you
I goed on red...and stopped on green...floating somewhere in between... being here and being there... after loving you
I rolled my bed...turned down my hair...slightly confused but...I don't care...
Laid out my teeth...and gargled my gown...then I stood ...and laid me down...
I beg them sisters most.. Cause they the ones with the jobs. They ride in the nice cars.
So I walk up politely and say. How good they looking today. Then quickly ask if they can spare a dollar. It used to be a dime, but over time a dime.. it's nothing. There anin't nothing that you be with a dime. A donut cost 50 cents and the coffe is 20 plus tax.
I beg them sisters....brothers give you that look..
Like man, get a job!...Be for real.
Is he for real? So, I on on to the next car and keep begging them sisters.. Cause truthfully they will give.
"It's a mother-child thing I believe. --MIISRAEL From: Identity BLACKman [WINNIESPOETRY LITTLE TREASURES]
Wednesday, April 25th 2012 at 10:41AM
MIISRAEL Bride
Nikki's up with...
BALANCES
in life one is always balancing
like we juggle our mothers against our fathers
or teacher against another (only to balance our grade average)
3 grains of salt to one truth
our sweet black essence or, the funky honkies down the street
and lately I've begun wondering if you're trying to tell me something
we used to talk all night and do things alone together and I've began (as a reaction to a feeling)
to balance
the pleasure of loneliness against the pain of loving you --written by Nikki Giovanni
Wednesday, April 25th 2012 at 10:55AM
MIISRAEL Bride
You've got to come on back...it's on like a pot of neckbones!!!
I AM A MAN
i AM a man My woman doesn't wait on me Anymore. I see her walking across the floor, Such grace she shows. Still she doesn't fill my bowl ...with beans or cut my cornbread with a knife And puts it on my plate.
I want to be her king...or maybe I just wanna Be seen. She knows I am a man.
My woman doesn't talk to me anymore. She just tells me what's on her mind. "I'm admiring her from ...behind. It's soft to me and it's the only time ... I can Really touch her.
That's when she acknowleges I'm in the house. Her voice says: "stop that move now!" But, I touch her there "anyhow." I am a man.
She doesn't iron my shirts or my slacks. I don't give her any smacks, I kiss her hand. I know, I am a man.
Her smile is pretty and her attitude is gritty, I want to be her king or maybe...I just wanna be seen by her. She knows ....I am a man.
I lay in bed beside her and I think of her feeding me eggs.. and wiping my lips...as the morning sun peeps in. She goes to the kitchen and stirs the grits in the pot. Then she calls..."baby, the coffee's hot!"
I say ..okay.
I want to be her king...place diamonds on her hand or maybe I just wann be seen.
Just so she knows I am a man.
--written by MIISRAEL WINNISPOETRY2001
That's somethin'
Wednesday, April 25th 2012 at 11:06AM
MIISRAEL Bride
No... I'm no man I am a woman..
I AM A WOMAN
My skin is dark like the mud Inside is the purity of Christ. I am not a man. Yes, I am a woman.
Mostly, I am Christian A follower of Jesus A righteous Son of God. God himself in flesh.
My skin is brown like the baking leaf of a autumn's tree. Inside me shines the light.
I am not a male, Yes, I am female. Mostly I am Christian. My heart has been made pure.
I am inside every Man, woman and child Sometimes I am heated And others I am mild
I moan, I howl, I Turn and twist No matter how hard you Try to ignore that I exist
I know your deepest Secrets, desires and wishes I am there during Your losses, doubts and misses
I am the thing You always try to deny I am the strength in Your heart when you cry
I am the weight In your chest That motivates you to Be the very best
I consume, I control, I conquer, I heal I am there when you doubt All that you feel
Without me you would die Without me there is no balance I always come back Demanding my allowance
I am here, I am everywhere I am near, I am far For I am your balance Who makes you what you are
P.S. Me saying the Black Woman is the Universal Spirit that shines within all of us....
Wednesday, April 25th 2012 at 12:46PM
Siebra Muhammad
Still I Rise Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my s*xiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Wednesday, April 25th 2012 at 12:49PM
Siebra Muhammad
Love and romance... some my best love writings shine out... They are my love notes'..
Lover's Moon
In a lover's moon.. You've written to me. "You belong to Me." How romantically You love me. -MIISRAEL
A HEART
In a dream of you over..and over.. I dream in reality. because my heart is in love with you. --MIISRAEL
DAILY
I need your Word. Daily. It is our love-making. --MIISRAEL
YOUR VOICES
I listened to your voices.. thy move in Thunders! They speak of love. --MIISRAEL
A PURITY'S GARMENT
This morning I dressed in a purity's garment.. It was purchased with obedience to your commandments of love. --MIISRAEL WINNIESPOETRY LOVE NOTES'
Saturday, April 28th 2012 at 10:43AM
MIISRAEL Bride
For Rich...I remembered your tribute to Phillis Wheatley-- I found these two and dedicate them to your great execution of her words...
ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA
"Twas mercy brought me from my pagan land, 'Taught my benighted soul to understand That there's a God, that there's a Savior too; Once I redemption neither sought nor knew, Some view our sable race with scornful eye, "Their color is a diabolic dye." Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train. --written by Phillis Wheatley
AN HYMN TO THE EVENING
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main, the pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain: Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing Exhales the incense of the blooming spring. Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes, And through the air their mingled music floats. Through all the heav'ns what beauteaous dies are spread! But the west glories in the deepest red: So may our breasts with ev'ry virture glow, The living temples of our God below.
Fill'd with the praise of hm who gives the light And draws the sable curtians of the night, Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind At morn to wake more heav'ny, more refin'd; So shall the labours of the day begin More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin. Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes; Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise. --written by Phillis Wheatley
To my beloved oh what a man indeed Every time I think of you I get weak in the knees Thank you for for my youth you helped me to see
Surely no one else was stronger than thee I know you and I are meant to be Soon all others will come to see Why you are the man I love to please!
Because you stood your stance Which melted me into you like being in a trance I got to admit you are the one in which I gladly submit Leaving all others without a ghost of a chance
For there is another fire kindling inside of me A gift everlasting measured by eternity One that you have willed no doubt, burning with love A match made in heaven, fitting like a hand in glove
Baby, I will always be grateful for you foreseeing, The Heaven in me and going after it setting me free All that I have and all that is within my power I dedicate to loving you in your greatest hour!
You are a man whose essence is Real Love You are a Real man, who others may discard I am going to make you happy and free Because I love you baby, a gift to you from me
I wrote this one in honor of a friend's wedding celebration...
THE UNION OF HUSBAND AND WIFE By Sister Siebra Muhammad
What is above the union of husband and wife A union of such is a heavenly right So sweet a union of life A union void of friction and strife
Oh, that's a union blessed by The Most High Just the thought of such a union makes one cry To know your union is touch in such a way Will forever eliminate the need to pray
What is above the union of husband and wife A union considered to be an exclusive right Joined at the head and hip, connected by the power of love Discharged in a single stream of might Awe, sweet heaven of pleasures and delight Such a union worthy of restoring a blind man's sight
A union bringing the strongest man down to his knees And a humble man smiling with glee Such a union this is, even the enemy of God is pleased
Who can separated God's union of husband and wife Woe to the surgeon using his finest surgical knife For what God put together, let no man put asunder Or you shall hear Mother Nature's warning Going into her bag of wonders Releasing the sounds of thunder
What is above the union of husband and wife Why there is no math that can calculate such a height Silencing the words of mortals impressed Leaving them to make a shape or outline in the air So looked upon it causes ones to stare
Wow God's union of husband and wife Is a union destined for a blissful life What is above the union of husband and wife A light that shines so bright Dispelling the darkness in the night
What is between the union of husband and wife Space and opportunity for the rest of your life!
Bubbling cascading dreamin eyez calls my love onward unto her morning shine my heart is flush upon da moment of us as i look her in da eyez , I see in depth a morning glory to praise, and a blissful treat yet lovely moment of connection love beatz
She attracts me with da notion of a blink the way she look as her eyez begin to speak dat make me become submissional weak I caress her intently as i read her eyez to look upon her i get mesmerize wit a hypnotic glist of rapidfire she become my greatest of loves desires
Beyond words i hear her inside my slumber da whispers of yes ' babe yes " my heart rumble asking me to behold and comfort to love and adore wit compassion to treasure and respect wit cares all i can do is smile when i look into them eyez
Feeling grow on each look deep in her eyez a love cook beyond a touch mentally we clutch in a sensual cascading creativity those eyez like da radiant starz above all i can do is submit my love.
