Black Poetry : Finally

[Joyce]

My ear tried your words.
My mouth tasted them.
They were sweet...then bitter.

They made me stagger
Like a drunken man.
Yet, like an alcohlic,
I needed them...so I thought.

Your web was spun beautifully.
I was caught therein.
But God took His Broom,
And tenderly removed me.

Though my heart dwells
Among old stones...
Jesus is my rock.
I'm finally over you baby.


Copyright 2002 By Joyce Rogers

 

[Da Street So'ja]

feeling the poet

here

peace
dssNY

 

[Desert Storm]

Wow! I like this

Not to much I can say,
Just listening.
Thank you.

Desert Storm

 

[$$RICH$$]

Joyce again da beauty of ya poetry has captured me
in aweeeeee!!! love ya work

 

[Joyce]

Street Soja': Thanks for feelin' me bruh

Desert Storm: I know exactly whatcha mean. Poetry does that
to me sometimes.

Rich: As always you touch with words so beautiful.