Hey fam...
thank-you for feeling the raindrops from this liquid flow
Nothing more beautiful than the thought of a black man dancing naked in the rain
*water-falls*
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From here...
I could hear
Your naked footprints
Splashing in puddles
On the ground
From here...
I could feel
The water
Trickling down
The folded paths
Of your skin
From here...
I could see
The lines of laughter
Disguised as ageing
To unseeing eyes
And I know...
Cooking Miss Marva
Now Miss Marva
She was a big and hefty woman
As big as the world is round
That old apron of hers
Could hardly gather around
Her hips anymore
And her bare feet
Were tougher
Than old stone grounds
But when she cooked
Miss Marva cooked
With her soul
She...
Fingertips And Toes
The procession
Began
At his fingertips
And ended
At the point
Of her toes
Somewhere
In the middle
He began
To strangle her
And
She choked
On the edge
Of where
Lost love goes
To die
Over
And over
And over
As
Insults slide
Down...
When we Were Heroes
When we were heroes
We had a tribe
To call our own
We were the sun
Sent unto the sons
Of Kingdoms
Swept away
By distant moons
When we were heroes
A woman's chastity
was cradled in our arms
And when she gave us blood
Her children suckled at her bosom...
Alyce...
As you go "Gently into this good night"...I am truly grateful that you leave your beautiful poetry to rest upon the ledge of windows and in between the crevices of doors. I am grateful for the dimensions of paper which lends itself to the ease of lines to slip under closed doors and...
GwenDee
I didn't know how weak I was until you captured me with four lines
But I really don't mind being held hostage to the form and sensual rhythm of your scribe
*kidnapped*
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"I can touch the heavens..."
This beautiful line sums up your spirit so eloquently...because that's what you do when you write...you touch heaven
*perly-gates*
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There's this thing that you do when you write...you become one with nature and or nature becomes one with you. You force others who read you to consider the background and the lighting in this place we claim as our world. Know that on this day as I read you I stopped to contemplate the...
"I strive for breath in America..I bleed in silence"
Your lines are powerful poet..you have sent my thoughts in a thousand different directions. Thank-you for this one!!
Your pen is potent and I gladly drink your knowledge.
*ballpoint*
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