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One Hundred and Twenty Versions Of My Come Back Stance :

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I knew I still had some come back left in me,

I wanna be off the radar doing good

so good for the first time in a long time my socks match

with the those pink and green toes in the morning

doing so good, I’d wake up satisfied in

my own black coffee- they’d be singing folktales to me

hold my smile in the middle of adversity

braid my hair in milk and honey

with a splash of turmeric and cardamom

because there’s nothing better than that

golden life flowing, down on the inside

being the best of me

reaching for the rest of me

…~kindness sister

Adding A Little More Hope To it: A Little More Hope Through it…

On days like this, where it seems my hope is running low,

like fuel in a tank

with no places to go,

cinder blocks, in prison cells start to blow

working out the kinks down in my soul

Hope is for the featherless

no tethering ring pole,

sowing seeds of hope

germinating little

pods of things unseen

Hope for the family

every sister, every brother

every cousin, every mother

Hope for the growing up

Hope for the growing old

Hope springing out like lavender – wonders to unfold

Hope ripples out like waterfalls reaching into soul,

grander church bells, she even sings her chimes

Spring in the air,

Spring is in the air, its’ time!

your Kindness sister Krissy

The High Score, if you can’t beat’em, join’em: I’ll be…

There I was sitting in my high chair. Okay, so I don’t have a High Chair. Or a bar stool. I just wanted something fancy, high-riding, where I could swing my feet off the ground. Take in the high air- not like the warmth of another winter. Where the hot air rises and I do too.

Where the bad news can’t reach me or get-me down in my shoes.

Where my toes are free. On Summer’s eve, even though it’s 37 degrees and snowing,

Where the dew of the morning gently rest over my curds and whey. Ignoring the bits of icy rocks setting sail,

instead my mind has gone to nearby cell,

Where my arms have no sleeves, dawn has no end,

with sun tan lotion and glowing. ah- the taste of sweetness,

Where the dew of the morning gently rest over my curds and whey.

Where the children say, ‘Ola, Ola

having a ball, tumbling around in the hay.

kindness sister, Krissy


“Many Rivers to Cross”: Lord Only Knows where the river part ways

After-all the things I’ve been through I’ve still got my joy.

That’s to say. I’ve had to let go of some very hurtful things. Hold on to my own forgiveness story. From the depths of my childhood into the lives of my very own children.

I’ve been determined to to give my children the childhood in which they were surrounded with love and not criticism,

determined to build tiny humans that hold their heads up high and be proud of the past from

once we were slaves, and servants and vagabonds

and somehow found a path of love and peace in the midst of it all.

kindness sister Krissy

I’ll tell you What I Know:

And when the man of time is done

Trees cut through and through

Oh’ Beastly – silly one

Give yourself to you

and not another

Lend your cares not to beg

In sorrow sow joy

In Mourning sow  a gentle burst of sun

Fathering a simple plea

when my life is done

You shall see me again

kneading a shadow’s glow

in a dash hope –

life is sweeter

This side of me Day(24) Napowrimo

Up this morning feeling so good & happy

Thinking happy thoughts

Did a happy dance

Mixed in a little, raw sugar and Whip cream

Played all my happy records

Minded my own happy-bidness!

Sneezed a happy sneeze

Put on my best Springy-

Maxi-dress

Walked off my happy porch

And…

Lawd have Mercy!

A flat

Tire!

This is a play on a Poem by Jackie Earley “One Thousand Nine-Hundred & sixty-Eight Winters” It’s a favorite poem of mine.

Our prompt today (optional, as always), will hopefully provide you with a bit of Friday fun. Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).

http://www.napowrimo.net/