Month: February 2015

 Steel blue salt, In the waters that doth not stale. The greatest fear is to fail. Salt blue steel.  Soulful lessons with each tide. Till I, shake the need for dying. Til I, manifest, solid visions of my dreams. Til the Urchins of the sea, find a home past the thieves.  Caught between the thickets […]

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Soweto, dancing in my pocket. A rainy- tapping kinda night. Folding red chairs, popping in and out of sight.   Swaying in a journey, waking up to Conga. Gingerly bouncing down my greatest fears.     I’ve got arms so wide, I’m ready to touch the sky. With dreams so big Somethin good, bound to […]

Complicated as brushing maybe.Parting hairs was the least of their worries.Unleavened bread will be buttered with sunken stories. Told by the ancestors, drumming pasts slumber and sleep.Rumbling giants speaking into the deep.Plumbing through youthful cries, burdens no mans able to gutter. Oh inner guide, please do not stutter,plain speech, I beseech you utter. Today’s device […]

This Poem received a lot of positive feedback so Thank you for all the likes and comments ..I’m feeling the love From One Artist to Another thank you all ,blogging World means so much… For https://mutafariqkhayalat.wordpress.com/ who invited me to do this .I’m not good at these kinds of things such as:links and tech savvy stuff.. […]

Poetry PotLuck: I Love Lucille Clifton Homage to her Hips even though I am small frame I see my hips as magic too, and her words lift me…  the power in a woman…  Her Poem moves me to have that Self love talk in the Mirror  hey “My life loves me”… Homage to My Hips […]

Naw,naw naw. Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink. Shadow-calling God in Make believe. Somewhere past the moon squares. Where men are made of snow. Fiery rains a comin, Ya can’t fix stupid,  everywhere you go. Poetry Writing Challenge Fog-Today’s form, the elegy ,poetic device Metaphor