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Khalliqa
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August 10, 2006 at 1:49 AM
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quote: Originally posted by Saracen:
Peace....
(Not really a poem...But thoughts)
How much should a man settle for before he departs into the great mystery? Should he settle for a life of bland sustenance, while forsaking the spicy fruit which beckons from a plateau surrounded by sharp, unforgiving marl?
Aloft, and dangerous is this singing fruit...Hanging naked she whispers sweetness upon her listeners.
His soul commands that he stretch into the possibility that dances before him. Spritefully, wildly, passionatly, the peach beseeches his obedience.....
But a man blind arises from behind his eyes to remind him that to reach may mean the loss of steadiness. It may mean hunger and shame. "Be safe" is uttered as a mantra oft repeated from behind the veil of reason..."Better safe than sorry" the old voice repeats without pause....
And so he silences her stare, he turns his face to a well trodden trail, flat lands, well lit, and patrolled....
But her song is still sweet as a memory...What if he had reached????
And in that moment a pebble collides against his sandle..and then more pebbles run and join...They comes from yonder hill...Steep and harsh, but not insurmountable...He views upon a rocky shelf, a man like himself...Breathing deep, wide in smile...Pouring with perspiration, and bleeding...However elated...And more pebbles slide down the steep..And this man climbs more...The fruit screams in ecstasy...And he quickens the pace as his climb becomes more determined...She faints..he reaches...And grabs her, and drinks of her sweetness deep...and receives a name forevermore.
How much should a man settle for before he departs into the great mystery???
To those who have tasted the fruit, the choice is obvious...Unfortunately they can offer no sample to those who would not accept the climb.
Perhaps they should silence the blind.....
Kai
Khalliqa bows... "Yes, Sir" she says....
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SistahSouljah
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June 9, 2007 at 1:54 PM
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*Acquired Intelligence Deficiency Syndrome*
I asked her how the hell she knows
she ain't affected
The poison can come in quick, like a
gunshot that won't ever leave, like
an extended cold to the
millionth degree but she said she knows 'cuz
"he wrapped it up".
I told her girl you know he be around town
like the city bus 'cept
he don't run outta gas, no hesitation like
with which ass
should I go...
And the cow rolled her eyes at me like she knows everything so
I figured maybe I could
scare some sense into her but
that didn't work either.
I said how he be poking his veins too so
why is she so dumb, she don't know who
held that needle before him
coulda been any bum
on these streets and girl
that's where these diseases breed...
But she said, "all that don't matter cuz we used protection".
I said exactly how protected could you be
when his stuff is probably so bumpy he done
ripped and sprang a leak
using 99 cent store condoms girl
you know they make them thangs cheap
quit playin' with me he ain't no good that man is
straight up 100% Nasty.
Then she accused me of being jealous and what could I do but laugh in her face-
Jealous of what, jealous of who??
I had to go off 'cuz her mind was seriously screwed
so I said
look chickenhead,
All you gotta do is take yourself to get tested
you're messin' with a man obviously infected
and I know you're my friend but
I'm speaking the truth-
I'ma be most likely losing you.
You gotta problem by thinking you're in love
Don't you get that he don't think with his head
up above
but down below, he don't care 'bout nobody but
scandalous ho's and I know
you're not one of them
you're better than that quit
puttin' yourself at risk and
I didn't wanna tell you but your eyes already
look jaundiced...
And to that she replied that I should
mind my own biz, check my own man,
it's sad her best friend couldn't understand
Jerome's a good guy got goals got plans
and what's most important
never laid a bad hand.
I reminded her that's true but he's movin' too fast
like Taz in a cartoon and the whole town's
gon' be sick
if he doesn't stop soon as a matter of fact
girl it's half past noon
do you even know who the hell your man's doin'?
She got all offended like I said something wild
started crying and admitted she was
having a child found out today and
don't know what to do 'cuz
what if she IS a victim and the baby is too...
Nine months proved her thoughts to be true
tests confirmed
that baby got burned
I tried so hard not to be incensed but
I could only shake my head
at the ignorance.
-TF-
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SistahSouljah
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June 9, 2007 at 2:00 PM
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*Breezes Black & Blue*
breezes to her are your bruises
black and blue,
taken with bravery like
nothing is painful
and when hit she smiles
you are normal
don't be frightened by the masochist
a black belt to your neck choker
quite unfashionable
and you groan
but tears are not seen
amazed by courage
and she looks worse than you
breezes to her are your bruises,
and she is black and blue
-TF-
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SistahSouljah
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June 9, 2007 at 2:04 PM
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*Ghetto Outback*
bird soars through
pale cotton-candy skies
and a boy's German Shepard-Lab mix barks.
I conclude this is
suburbia in the ghetto
black wishes at
another happy smile
when voices are unheard and
his dog looks like a dingo
the ghetto is Australia tonight
her grey gum-stuck ground, the outback
and we go trodding through
with crusted feet
not seen or met soap
in more than a few days.
-TF-
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SistahSouljah
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June 9, 2007 at 2:09 PM
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*Untitled One*
I'm using up pages like shit uses toilet paper
Up to here all the past blue and pink
lined canvases have been grafittied on
all on one night
mainly on one man and
damn I don't want to talk about him
Using pages like barf bags use VOMIT and
if my mouth were attached to my heart
the love acid would burn me
and I would bleed
from the inside out
Waiting on that asshole
and killing myself in the meantime.
-TF-
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HeruStar
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June 19, 2007 at 6:30 AM
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*The engine that does*
If there were a condition that best described you
It would have to be relief
Your impositions are invited
I delight in the sweat from my brow
Created to arouse
Your intellect
If there were a condition without you
It would have to be brief
Your inquisitions are ignition
Our confession is the compression
That contributes to
The dynamite that is now
An everlasting, spiraling explosion
Exposing
Our deepest...
Heru
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HeruStar
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June 19, 2007 at 1:00 PM
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What happened to your poems Khalliqua?
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Khalliqa
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June 19, 2007 at 5:36 PM
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quote: Originally posted by HeruStar:
What happened to your poems Khalliqua?
I think your poem is beautiful Heru... My poems were removed because I simply wanted to put my innermost thoughts in another place... Salaam....
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HeruStar
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June 20, 2007 at 8:21 AM
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quote: I simply wanted to put my innermost thoughts in another place...
how about my email? 
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Khalliqa
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June 20, 2007 at 9:15 AM
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quote: Originally posted by HeruStar: quote: I simply wanted to put my innermost thoughts in another place...
how about my email?
(smiling) what a charming response.... If you don't mind, I should not have posted them... but in one sense, I am glad I did... I got a chance to see how your mind flows... nice...
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HeruStar
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June 28, 2007 at 3:30 PM
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Exceptional love
How to give you the world
Defines me
It is the question that urges me
To open my eyes in the morning
And keeps me up late
Knowing that all you want
Is me, becomes me
And brings clarity to life
Sometimes I feel like it's our love
That moves the ocean
And stills the earth
Our anniversary begins at my conception
I was placed here first
To prepare a place for you
An oasis for my Isis
In my heart
I hope you're comfortable there
I pray that you find everything you need
How to make your place breathe and grow
Makes me an exceptional lover
And you... my exceptional love
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I wrote this listening to Eric Roberson's 'rock with u'
I took out this part of the poem, don't know why yet
It brings a healing that is often
Misunderstood like the melanin
In the so-called rotten apple...
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Khalliqa
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July 24, 2007 at 2:00 PM
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mmmmk Dell.. BUMPED... waiting on you 
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Khalliqa
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August 2, 2007 at 11:12 PM
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This poem was written by my son (He was making up words and whatnot! But I'm proud of my son... he's got the poetry bug like me ) THE WAVE There is something big and blue, it's starting as a swell. A swell is a long, low wave, that sometimes brings seashells. It rose and fell, now listen to a wave's show and tell A wave is energy, moving through the water. The top is the crest and breakers, the bottom the trough It's formed by strong winds look for the undertow! The wave reached a shallow area It's height got higher and higher. Swimmers got a scarier as it got wider and wider It's totally at the shore! The surf's up dudes! it used a longshore drift, and took some sand, too! Nooooooooo! It's gone, boo-hoo! by Immanuel....
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msprettygirl
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August 5, 2007 at 5:19 PM
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My crude attempt at poetry........
INSECURITY
You were always present but I was unaware,
Oblivious to your existence,
Ignorant to your influence,
None the less, under your control.
You smothered me, overtook me,
I could feel you, but was afraid to admit it,
like a warrior declaring war on the innocent,
I surrendered to you.
You invaded my thoughts,
you took control of my actions,
blinded my eyes and bound my hands,
but worst of all, you let me fail before I could start.
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Khalliqa
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August 5, 2007 at 9:22 PM
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quote: Originally posted by msprettygirl:
My crude attempt at poetry........
INSECURITY
You were always present but I was unaware,
Oblivious to your existence,
Ignorant to your influence,
None the less, under your control.
You smothered me, overtook me,
I could feel you, but was afraid to admit it,
like a warrior declaring war on the innocent,
I surrendered to you.
You invaded my thoughts,
you took control of my actions,
blinded my eyes and bound my hands,
but worst of all, you let me fail before I could start.
 Could you break down the meaning Ms. Pretty?
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msprettygirl
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August 6, 2007 at 8:57 PM
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I was just describing the effect having insecurities has had on my life. For a long time I thought of myself as being a pretty confident person not owning up to the insecurities that have dictated a great deal of my life, my actions,my decisions (usu. to not do something, too afraid of failing/pretty much assuming I would fail), my choice to stay in a verrrry bad relationship for several years etc...
Is this what you were looking for or was that confusing?
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urbansun
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August 6, 2007 at 8:58 PM
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quote: Originally posted by msprettygirl:
My crude attempt at poetry........
INSECURITY
You were always present but I was unaware,
Oblivious to your existence,
Ignorant to your influence,
None the less, under your control.
You smothered me, overtook me,
I could feel you, but was afraid to admit it,
like a warrior declaring war on the innocent,
I surrendered to you.
You invaded my thoughts,
you took control of my actions,
blinded my eyes and bound my hands,
but worst of all, you let me fail before I could start.
Good! I feel where you are coming from...
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FireFly
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August 7, 2007 at 2:03 AM
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quote: Originally posted by msprettygirl:
My crude attempt at poetry........
INSECURITY
You were always present but I was unaware,
Oblivious to your existence,
Ignorant to your influence,
None the less, under your control.
You smothered me, overtook me,
I could feel you, but was afraid to admit it,
like a warrior declaring war on the innocent,
I surrendered to you.
You invaded my thoughts,
you took control of my actions,
blinded my eyes and bound my hands,
but worst of all, you let me fail before I could start.
I hope you won't find this corny, but MsPrettyGirl, this is how I see you... [you know what I'm saying] A pretty face finding her place ...in the world A young bud, A strong yet delicate flower... unfolding... unfurling... about to blossom A beautiful bloom in striking colours A butterfly glances down and sees a bloom of architectural form and balance and flutters down... a soft embrace
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msprettygirl
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August 7, 2007 at 10:37 PM
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thanks Dell and firefly Firefly I don't think its corny at all, did you write it?
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FireFly
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August 8, 2007 at 5:24 AM
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msprettygirl I wrote that specially for you coz it's about you, coz you're a special lady. So there! 
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Khalliqa
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August 8, 2007 at 7:39 AM
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quote: Originally posted by msprettygirl:
I was just describing the effect having insecurities has had on my life. For a long time I thought of myself as being a pretty confident person not owning up to the insecurities that have dictated a great deal of my life, my actions,my decisions (usu. to not do something, too afraid of failing/pretty much assuming I would fail), my choice to stay in a verrrry bad relationship for several years etc...
Is this what you were looking for or was that confusing?
No, it was not confusing... I meant it... your poem is good.... I felt it... I wasn't sure what your meaning specifically was when writing it.... I have a penchant for layered meaning and sincere passionate expression... and your poem has these elements.... good work beloved... Salaam....
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msprettygirl
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August 8, 2007 at 1:27 PM
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firefly- that was very nice of you to do I appreciate that very much I'll have to print that out and keep it Khalliqa-thank you very much I like layered meaning in poems definetely!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As a matter of fact most of what i write has layered meaning in it now that I think about it...  I wrote it during a time when I was trying to do a lot of self reflection.
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Khalliqa
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August 10, 2007 at 7:13 AM
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Self reflection coupled with concentration and deep emotion are nice ingredients to create a very successfully communicative poem...
I "felt" your poem on some level Ms. Pretty.... so... your message was received... a connection made... that's a good thing...
I pray to see more of your work, beloved....
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msprettygirl
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August 10, 2007 at 6:43 PM
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Thanks Khalliqa I really appreciate the wonderful compliment For someone to understand what I was feeling and really get it is all I can hope for so thank you! I hope to see your work some more too (if i can catch it before you delete it
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Khalliqa
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August 12, 2007 at 10:09 AM
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quote: Originally posted by msprettygirl: Thanks Khalliqa I really appreciate the wonderful compliment For someone to understand what I was feeling and really get it is all I can hope for so thank you!
Yes, beloved... I know the feeling... when someone "gets" you at your deepest and most vulnerable... it is indeed refreshing "God loved that he be known" ... humans have that characteristic too.... your poetry... our poetry is a way to confirm the existence of the experiences we go through and serves to validate the reality of our sensory understanding and reflections upon our interactions with society and the world in general... quote: I hope to see your work some more too (if i can catch it before you delete it
I am somewhat conflicted... some of what many say are my best pieces are also my most revealing and vulnerable.... I don't know we'll see.... Salaam....
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donna12
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August 18, 2007 at 6:30 PM
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I HAVE A POEM FOR AA.ORG
HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT
I CANT IMAGINE BEING WITHOUT YOU,
I CANT IMAGINE NOT HAVING YOUR TOUCH,
I CANT IMAGINE NOT KISSING YOU,
BECAUSE I KNOW I WILL MISS YOU TOO MUCH.
I CANT IMAGINE NOT HAVING YOU
I CANT IMAGINE NOT HEARING YOUR VOICE
I CANT IMAGINE NOT SEEING YOU
BECAUSE BEING WITH YOU HAS BEEN MY CHOICE.
I CANT IMAGINE NOT MAKING LOVE TO YOU
I CANT IMAGINE NOT KISSING YOU
I CANT IMAGINE NOT BEING WITH YOU
BECAUSE I LOVE THE THINGS THAT YOU DO.
I CANT IMAGINE NOT BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU.
I CANT IMAGINE
ORIGINAL POEM BY DONNA12
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SavvysPlace
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November 28, 2008 at 7:37 AM
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I wrote this Poem a LONG, LONG, LONG, time ago...I've been updating a poetry book I've created and and wanted to post it here. Forum, For You: Growing Up When I was young, I was a......
Gabby but genuine, giddy but goofy, gullible but
Illuminated, immune innocent,
Real life was a royal pain in my rolling theatre reel.
Lovely lies left little lucid laugh lines lying in Lip gloss.
Then as I matured, I became a...
Willful but wise, wacky, wonderful, fine wine weeping into your wayward well;
Ornery but honorable one I was, obstinate but not obsolete to the homage you'd given to my hourglass figurine; figuring
Manners mattered much more, making small matters and small boy's mutters mute. Meet me meddling mildly, more mindful of my moody mixture, man, and
Allow a growing, amorous affection absolutely all the aching allowed; but this time
Notice the background noise and feel the nostalgia as we never nullify our need to nibble nirvana; as you write naughty names in Lipstick around my navel.
Republished Copyright ©2006, SavvyB!
Original Copyright ©2003, Shaya for Wise Works!
All Rights Reserved
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Quin10
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November 13, 2009 at 10:59 AM
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Sooooo, I like to write. I've written a few poems here and there. No one really ever sees them but me, so I think i'll share them here from time to time. Yes, I know that they're not on the same level as the others on here, but I like to express myself.....so express myself, I will.  This first one is self-explanitory. Racism is stupid. Tell me what you think....unless you don't like it. Just kidding.  A Dream Forgotten We're cousins of Dr. King We were destined for greatness yet, we forget about the dream putting peace on the waitlist Never will I understand the heart of a racist Ignorance is the enemy- the respect rapist Fear and blind hatred are all that remain and they maintain just well enough to do it again 'cause it seeps into the family tree like last night's rain and it sleeps in the warmth of every vessel and vein and it creeps into the brains of another generation This is the problem with our nation.
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EbonyRose
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November 13, 2009 at 11:43 AM
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quote: Originally posted by Quin10:
A Dream Forgotten
We're cousins of Dr. King
We were destined for greatness
yet, we forget about the dream
putting peace on the waitlist
Never will I understand the heart of a racist
Ignorance is the enemy- the respect rapist
Fear and blind hatred are all that remain
and they maintain just well enough to do it again
'cause it seeps into the family tree like last night's rain
and it sleeps in the warmth of every vessel and vein
and it creeps into the brains of another generation
This is the problem with our nation.
I like that poem, Quin10!  It says alot!
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Quin10
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November 13, 2009 at 1:07 PM
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Thanks! I'm so glad you like it!
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NSpirit
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December 28, 2009 at 9:45 PM
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Springhill 1922
You were not there...
The knowing of it burned in my side.
How could i possibly embrace the emptiness left in the space that was you? Once upon a time i peered into your coffee dark eyes for every answer. Remember when I cried at the thought that the world might lose your presence?
Each day anew compels the remembrance of your resonance, your scribbles or the country dignity of your inflection... Your smell, your smile, your face, your long elegant hands, they are with me forever.
But still, you are not here...
I swallowed down a lump at the gatherings, when someone mentioned you and then i saw so much of what you left behind. Why are you not here, knowing me as I am now?
While passing by the magnolia tree at the cotton field's edge, i swear i could feel you there, all prickly on the back of my neck...I smiled back a hot tear. Are you still tickled?
But you were not there...
At night on a winding road I imagine you are riding along in the back seat, silent...quiet...observant. I loathe to turn and search the depths of darkness for your solemn face knowing the moment would flee.
Even now, the barriers between us are impenetrable as the breadth of life and the stillness of no more, but I will you to see me, know me, and understand that I am filled up with you.
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Wiz
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January 4, 2010 at 6:11 PM
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This is a nic poem, though I would have liked to have the lines read more as lines, it makes them stand out a little more when they present themselves as an idea. Lines like I smiled back a hot tear gets lost inside of the paragraph as you present it and really should be there as a single part of a stanza.
It really has very nice imagery and great word play, but I would have really liked to see each line on its own merit as it were.
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NSpirit
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January 4, 2010 at 9:07 PM
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Thanks for the feedback Wiz  I felt like writing some after spending the holidays with my fam in the country. I plan to do more. I will try separating the lines and see how that works. again, thanks for reading and responding. 
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