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    Black Poetry : Liquid Flows: Rain Dancer

    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* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : Liquid Flows: Rain Dancer

    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...
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    Black Poetry : March 18, 1911

    Now that was CAKE!! :) *luvinthe90s* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : Cooking Miss Marva

    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...
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    Black Poetry : When We Were Heroes

    thank-you family..for sitting amongst the ruins of stone with me...together we will remember *heroes* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : God will mend my heart

    Speak poet...when men break..God restores order Very heart-felt scribe *repaired* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : How You Gonna Love ME ?

    Straight scribe!! *how* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : A Buried Treasure

    Treasures such as this piece...should be resurrected for all to see. Thank-you for sharing this jewel with us *gold* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : Fingertips And Toes

    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...
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    Black Poetry : When We Were Heroes

    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...
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    Black Poetry : Even Trade (we own this)

    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...
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    Black Poetry : Surrender

    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* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : Blessed

    "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* a blackbelle edition
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    Black Poetry : First Bird of Spring

    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...
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    Black Poetry : my ink is blood

    "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* a blackbelle edition
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