Poetry is like
I breathe and God puts Her song
Breeze back into me
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Gratitude
I am thankful for this day
For the sounds of birds chirping
For love and security
Health and safety
I am thankful for my son
For his protection and wonder
I am thankful for my family
For friends and laughter
For old friends and new
For friends I rarely speak with who will forever be in my heart
As reminder of how blessed I am
For the sounds of birds chirping
For love and security
Health and safety
I am thankful for my son
For his protection and wonder
I am thankful for my family
For friends and laughter
For old friends and new
For friends I rarely speak with who will forever be in my heart
As reminder of how blessed I am
A haiku a day for January 2014 - day 7 - For Rob McMillan (artist)
I collect old things
And make art to show how much
Wonder there is still
And make art to show how much
Wonder there is still
Monday, January 6, 2014
Good night free write
10:20pm. Home. This is my first night home in about three weeks. I've been at my mother's house in Long Beach with my family and the teens and friends and the dog and...and...and... And it was a wonderful time but home is great too. I'm at peace. There is much to do. Things to figure out and work and bills to get caught up on. I'm breathing. I'm breathing. I am enjoying this moment right now. All this quiet.
I had a great time in conversation with some girlfriends. In person conversations and laughter, that is the best! Don't you think so? I do. We ate and shared and encouraged each other. Now it is breathing time. Meditation time. It is time to know that I am just not in control. It is time to know that it, whatever it is, is all in God's mighty hands.
As always, I give thanks for this day. Thanks for my son, my mother, my friends and family. I give thanks for my health and strength. For love and forgiveness. I give thanks for this life. This life perfect for me.
I had a great time in conversation with some girlfriends. In person conversations and laughter, that is the best! Don't you think so? I do. We ate and shared and encouraged each other. Now it is breathing time. Meditation time. It is time to know that I am just not in control. It is time to know that it, whatever it is, is all in God's mighty hands.
As always, I give thanks for this day. Thanks for my son, my mother, my friends and family. I give thanks for my health and strength. For love and forgiveness. I give thanks for this life. This life perfect for me.
A haiku a day for January 2014 - At peace
Thankful for this day
Morning come so easily
Sun rays wake me up
Morning come so easily
Sun rays wake me up
Sunday, January 5, 2014
A haiku a day for January 2014 - poem 5 - Ahhh
Listen how clean this
Air blow in and out my lungs
To ready for now
Air blow in and out my lungs
To ready for now
Ago
You confused my adulation of you with love
But I was only trying to stay alive
Until I became your pretty puppy
Waiting for a crumb to fall
You were the slickest evil
In your godly robe
Time though
Sure does
Remember
But I was only trying to stay alive
Until I became your pretty puppy
Waiting for a crumb to fall
You were the slickest evil
In your godly robe
Time though
Sure does
Remember
Saturday, January 4, 2014
A haiku a day for January 2014 - day 4 - poems 2 through 6
2. Uraeus
Time goes so quickly
I watch you grow up so big
Letting go is life
3. Laura
I listen to you
Way your words land cross my skin
Has me see day new
4. Prayer
Dear God, remember
When I asked to see the truth
And you showed me, me
5. Poetry
Words are therapy
Creating a world with thought
No place I can't go
6. Sit
Be still in quiet
Let go of thought and worry
Free space to see sky
Time goes so quickly
I watch you grow up so big
Letting go is life
3. Laura
I listen to you
Way your words land cross my skin
Has me see day new
4. Prayer
Dear God, remember
When I asked to see the truth
And you showed me, me
5. Poetry
Words are therapy
Creating a world with thought
No place I can't go
6. Sit
Be still in quiet
Let go of thought and worry
Free space to see sky
Gratitude
Today I am thankful for this day
I am proud and thankful for my son
For the children in my life
I am thankful for my family
I am thankful for my mother
I am thankful for my health and strength
For love and abundance
I am thankful for the opening of the art exhibit at Dysonna
For being back in the house with my family
I am thankful for many good conversations this evening
For peace and art
I am thankful for artists
For poets and dancers
For writers and musicians
For easy in my head
I am proud and thankful for my son
For the children in my life
I am thankful for my family
I am thankful for my mother
I am thankful for my health and strength
For love and abundance
I am thankful for the opening of the art exhibit at Dysonna
For being back in the house with my family
I am thankful for many good conversations this evening
For peace and art
I am thankful for artists
For poets and dancers
For writers and musicians
For easy in my head
Push
We learned to push love away through mimesis
We saw early
Our fathers and brothers second us to their cars and gods
Our tenacious rhythm of articulating our womanist sensibilities
Through double Dutch chants and house play with candy cigarettes
"That muthafucka betta have his ass home tonight"
Puff puff pass
Why did we have to choose a struggle
Be black or be woman
Like color and pussy don't connect
Be gay or be Christian
Like love and religion ain't the same
Fuck nasty or be wife
Like legs wrapped so squeeze 'round my man's dick say I ain't his Queen
Hair nappy or bone straight
Like how steady my comb stick say whether I can fight a dog off my back
What you know about where our lives intersect
Like we can't have faith and be afraid
Like we can't forgive and remember how dirty you played
Like we can't be devil afraid of our reflections
And look into our eyes at the same time
And know how magnificent we are
We saw early
Our fathers and brothers second us to their cars and gods
Our tenacious rhythm of articulating our womanist sensibilities
Through double Dutch chants and house play with candy cigarettes
"That muthafucka betta have his ass home tonight"
Puff puff pass
Why did we have to choose a struggle
Be black or be woman
Like color and pussy don't connect
Be gay or be Christian
Like love and religion ain't the same
Fuck nasty or be wife
Like legs wrapped so squeeze 'round my man's dick say I ain't his Queen
Hair nappy or bone straight
Like how steady my comb stick say whether I can fight a dog off my back
What you know about where our lives intersect
Like we can't have faith and be afraid
Like we can't forgive and remember how dirty you played
Like we can't be devil afraid of our reflections
And look into our eyes at the same time
And know how magnificent we are
Random good night gratitude post
This time with my family has been phenomenal. I am aware more and more how blessed I am to come from such stock.
A haiku a day for January 2013 - day 4 - Family. Road. Trip.
Mother, sister, me
Son, nephew, brother, niece, friend
Journey this ride one
Son, nephew, brother, niece, friend
Journey this ride one
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