Black Poetry : He Brings The Pain

he brings the pain
that sweet agony whenever
his tall, dark shadow looms
in the doorway and his
footsteps fade as he leaves this place

to take on another day

he brings the pain
when he doesn’t know I’m watching
him make his way in this
evil world that despises, disrespects,
denies his value

hands clinched, he smiles, anyway

he brings the pain
when, on his knees
in praise, thanks, and supplication
to Jehovah Ji’reh, Supreme Provider

I incline my ears to hear him pray

he brings the pain
when I enfold him inside my
embrace and he bends low
to bless my lips with tenderness
reserved for me
our silhouettes make music
all our own ~

composing as we sway

he brings the pain
whenever I see into clear
brown irises, his mind’s vision of
an equitable society, his
hope for a people truly free,
his dream to be the man
he was born to be
I know, of a surety

My journey, his road: our way

Alyce (c) 2001

 

you...my QUEEN

are much appreciated, as with all my sistahs, for the support you provide on a regular...for your understanding for the things WE BRUTHAZ have to endure, DAILY...

THANK YOU...for entering the game...that we might cause you no PAIN.

much love.

 

Ms. Ma'am...

...you capture the essence
of being sensitive to the
plight of her man...

if only people would be
sensitive to the whoas that
this world places on us...

for it is when we get home
that we look forward to the
serine release...
the embrace of a caring mate
...ahhh, sis...this is wonderful!

...but you know this!

 

i came

i came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
step inside my astroplane

 

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KRY, Huuush (LOL)


this was very good Alyce

i love the use of vivid imagery
in this piece

~keep flowin

 

thanks and praises

due to the Most High...Whose mercies are new each and every morning...Who has taught me to find truth, joy, and the sweet savor of love, in the midst of pain.

Thank you for feeling/filling me with YOUR beautiful energy, collectively!

A

 

not everyone can make pain feel so good

blessed you are Alyce ... thank you for sharing it w/us

The Queen Has Arrived!

Long Live The Queen!

 

Alyce, Alyce, Alyce

Gurrllll, here I am, sitting here listening to Wayman Tisdale's (jazz) new CD, Face To Face, while I'm reading your beautiful poem. The romantic rhythm of his music and the poetic love in this deep poem are a powerful punch to my soul and I read love and hear it at the same time. As you know, I love to go back sometimes and "dig up" pearls from the archives that I might have missed.
Boy did I dig up a precious, precious pearl here.

Alyce, you are a poetic master. Continue to touch the depths of our soul...we sho be into it.

Joyce...Face To Face

 

Yeah...

Mahvalous piece Alyce - just mahvalous!!!!


GQ