Category Archives: Poetry

In So Many Words…

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Good afternoon world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. I’m not gonna go into a long diatribe, trying to explain my prolonged absence and beg of your forgiveness. By now, we’ve all come to realize that my writing is sporadic at best.

I would love to say that today’s poem is fresh and new, but I actually wrote it about a month ago and completely forgot about it. Like most of the poetry I write, its about love. I really gotta figure out why that is. So without further adieu, here it goes…

Real talk, I’m amazed by how much I’m feeling you
Can’t count how many times I catch myself thinking of you
I try to play it cool, sit back and see where I stand with you
But its unbearable, wherever you are I wanna be there too
The way I feel about you is all I’m really really tryin’ to tell ya
I wanna be your prince, will you be my Cinderella
That means I’m not just trying to be the man in your life
But change you from living single to endless days as a wife
Because life’s a fairy tale and I’m looking for a happy ending
Please say this can be our beginning

“The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” by Gil Scott-Heron

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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
on reports from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so god damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally screwed
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash or Englebert Humperdink.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Something New (Inspired by Life and the Movie)

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Good evening world! I hope this blog once again finds you in good health and even better spirits. I know its been awhile, but that’s nothing new. On to what brings us together today.

Since my last entry, I’ve been finding myself logging on to WordPress and just staring at a blank screen, hoping that an idea would hit me. Obviously, nothing came to mind, so I decided to share some more poetry with you. Maybe next time, I’ll have something to say. But until then, enjoy!

Damn…
Of all the things that could come into my life and disrupt my plans
Why did it have to be her?
I was prepared for everything, even some stormy weather
But I never could’ve seen being blindsided by this woman
She’s the best and worst thing that could’ve happened to me
At a time when I thought I had all that I could need
Her name is Katrina, it’s appropriate I guess
Since she came through and made my world a bit of a mess
5’6″ with long blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes
She looked through me, into my soul and had me mesmerized
Our instant attraction was more than just alarming
Because I’ve never been one for “extra milk in my coffee”
Then she made me a latte’ just the way I like it
She got me to paint her nails, even made me go hiking
We were just having fun, being young and in love
It felt as if our relationship had been touched from above
And then the rest of the world stuck their noses in our life
“You 2 together just ain’t right, you’re black and she’s white”
Love may be blind but people sure as hell can see everything
Except the beauty of my feelings for her and hers for me
Interracial love isn’t some kind of fad, nor should it be taboo
If you open your heart, maybe you can get something new too

I’m Sorry…

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To Whom It May Concern:

I’m sorry that you can’t accept me for who I am.
I’m sorry that I am actually a nice guy, not a jerk.
I’m sorry that I open your car door and pull out your chair like I was raised.
I’m sorry that I was raised right and treat you with respect.
I’m sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you.
I’m sorry I don’t have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things.
I’m sorry that I’m not cute enough to be “your guy.”
I’m sorry that my body’s not ripped enough to “satisfy” your wants.
I’m sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club.
I’m sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
I’m sorry I would rather make love to you.
I’m sorry that I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to be with.
I’m sorry that I listen to you at night, talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
I’m sorry if I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side whenever it suits you.
I’m sorry that you can’t realize I’ve been the one for you all along.
I’m sorry that I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
I’m sorry that I cared.
I’m sorry if you read this, know somebody like this but just don’t care.

I find it humorous that ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, then always seem to end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies next time you’re complaining, maybe look up to see who you’re complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head “Why won’t you give me a chance?” Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. One love

Black Woman Cake Recipe

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Good morning world! I hope today’s entry finds you in good health. Today I’m sharing a piece that I wrote quite a while ago. Frankly, I’m a little shocked that I hadn’t shared it with you guys before today. So, without further adieu, here it goes…

I’m making a Black Woman Cake because I’m hungry as hell
And the sweet tooth I have only a sister can dispel
So, let me reach into the cabinet and see what I have
To make a mix that’ll fill my stomach and end this craving I have

3 cups of intelligence so her mentality is sound
1 cup of brown sugar so she’ll be sweet with her feet firmly planted on the ground
A teaspoon of cinnamon is always good to accent the taste.
And a few cups of culture so she’s down for her race.
You see I won’t put anything in my mouth that’s not conscious of its own.
That’s why I stick with the chocolate and leave the angel food alone.
I’m adding 2 sticks of butter because she’s got to be smooth.
A couple of raisins for the dimples would also be cool.
Add a half dozen eggs so she can reproduce, can’t leave her hanging because I like kids too
For a dependable woman, I’ll add some yeast so she can rise to the occasion when it’s time for us to feast.
I’ll add 4 cups of strength and put in the oven to bake
And turn it to 360 degrees to balance her mental state
Garnish with a handful of nuts so she can hold her own
And the queen of all cakes will be ready for her throne
Now that’s it’s done, I’m sorry my brother, but I won’t share the wealth
That’s why I gave you the recipe because I’m keeping this woman all to myself.

Why Did I Get Married? (Inspired By Life and the Movie)

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Here I am
Standing here at the proverbial fork in the road
And all that’s on my mind is
Why did I get married
On one hand, there’s my kids and my wife
The loves of my life
On the other, there’s all the strife
The arguments and fights
In terms of this marriage thing, I haven’t been at it too long
But I swear sometimes it just feels all wrong
Then there are the times when it feels oh so right
Because I love this woman with all of my might
So I’m faced with a dilemma, a decision I must make
At this point of my life, which path should I take
To the left, the single life
Freedom, the ability to go with the motions
To the right is my wife
My family, love and devotion
Is this a trick question, which is the right way
Life as a family man or a return to my playa days
I remember that part of my life with conflicting emotions
Not a care in the world, cool as a breeze on the ocean
And you always could find me up in the club
Because my nights were lonely, I was missing love
And that’s where she came in
The keeper of my heart, the queen of my life
My best friend, my confidant, my beautiful wife
Who am I kidding, my choice has been made
My life is about more than trying to get laid
I’ve laid a foundation on which to build my legacy
That’ll last much longer than fleeting moments of ecstasy
A woman that’s worth some anger has gotta be worth some effort
Right?
Plus, I wouldn’t be able to breathe if I left her
And God blessed her, with the patience to deal with me
So that’s means our union is meant to last for eternity

Have You Been Tested?

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Here’s another poem that I’ve been working on. Its not written from my point of view, so please don’t bombard me with questions about sexuality. If you know me, you know the answer. If you’ve been reading my blog (which I highly doubt), you know the answer. So without further adieu, here you go…

Say what nigga, you want me to suck your dick
You to late this time, that last dude was my last trick
I want to be pretty like them other chicks
I been pimped, played and pushed and now I’m regretting it
What you want with a bitch like me anyway, I ain’t nothing you see
I’m just out here trying to get my fuck on and get back on my luck
You may be my dream man and take care of me
I was taken away from my mama at the age of three
You see she and her mama’s mama’s mama’s mama was just like me
All thrown away by this racist society
Look at me and tell me what do you see
An old dried up trick trying to get that bread from you
Tell me what you see daddy
Do you see your mama, your daughter or perhaps your auntie
Well I am her now what you gonna do
Just bend me over and get this pussy until I’m through
Because that’s all you want anyway
Not some strong black queen with nigga dreams of bused cracked up seems
I’m gone suck you good so you don’t misunderstood my motives and my attentions
Now that we done I hope it was fun, but you just wait and see
I don’t mean to sound blunt, but yo I got HIV

F*** You

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You know what, f*** you
F*** you from the bottom of my heart
F*** you sideways, backwards and upside down
F*** you, f*** your couch, f*** your life
F*** your feelings, f*** your opinion, f*** your authority
F*** you and that bulls*** you be talking
F*** you, you half-dead motherf***er
You think you know but f*** you, you have no idea
I’m like rubber, you’e like glue, whatever you say bounces off me so f*** you
F*** you, f*** you and f*** you, who’s next
I don’t know what the f*** you talking about so f*** you
Everytime I see you, all I wanna say is “F*** you”
I feel like fireballs should be coming out my hands when I scream, “F*** YOU!”
All I’m serving is f*** you with a side of kiss my a**
So f*** you, f*** you, f*** you, you’re cool and f*** you
I’m out

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Spiritual equalities wrap my brain, the overstanding of third eye bliss
The supernatural powers of our ancestor’s teachings
Truly processing what it means to be a slave
A nigga, a darky, colored, black, an African-American
Seeing my brothers and sisters belittled by society
Makes me wonder of our fututre existence
Shall we become of love, of true foundations
Will we save the black nation, will we commit to the struggle
To the youth, to the truth
Will you make that sacrifice to love me, us, we
The spark of the universe
Can we let go of the matrix
The pimps and hoes, the hustlers
The bling, the bread, the pussy, the dicks and just represent
I need you to know that our time has come
For we are with righteousness, one with the balance
Numerology, astrology, trignometry
The writings on the walls in Ethiopia and in our hearts
I am man
Hear me, breathe me in, be one with me for our future
From now until eternity

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Good evening good people! I know its kinda late but if you know me, you know that doesn’t really mean much to me. I’m probably gonna be up for another hour or so anyway. But since I’m up, I decided to post a new poem for you all. I started writing this poem and another after watching Love Jones a few months ago and I finally finished one of them! I can’t wait until I’m able to sit down and focus on writing for an extended period of time again. But until that day arrives, I’ll keep chipping away, finishing pieces a little at a time. But that’s a different topic for a different post. So, without further adieu, here is the poem…

In your passion my mind runs clear, I have no fear of our sexuality
I have dreams of bossa nova themes and jazz notes that suit you
Now if I may go on to say that I want to vibe with your sensuality
Touch you there, yeah right there; let your delicate hands guide me
You are Venus to my Saturn, the Nile Valley to my Zanzibar
Will you intertwine and connect with me through your soul
As we plunge deeper into ecstasy
Giving you third eye penetrations that only Osiris and Isis know
I am your Zulu, a warrior spirit from long ago
Dying in you as our love vibrates while Ra moves the morning sun
This is metaphysical, spiritual sex with all the rawness of the world
Connecting with you showed me the way to Heaven
For Heaven is between the thighs of a woman