Black Poetry : My Symphonic Self's Gates...

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  1. Anita J

    Anita J Active Member MEMBER

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    I stared
    Into the echoes of the silence
    That the presence left me with years ago
    Still Reminiscent
    Of the ways
    The mellow tones would overflow
    Into the Valleys
    Of those who never stopped to listen
    But who heard
    Knowing that
    There was a need
    Not to attract attention
    To fly
    Like the birds
    And make words
    That much more sacred
    To the atmosphere
    I circle around the site where spirit lays
    Wonderin’ when I sing,
    Do they hear?
    They never feared
    The ills and wayward actions
    Others seemed to dread
    Even though no one ever followed,
    Still to me
    They naturally led
    I’d never trade the beauty
    That I found in them
    For the struggle that I beared
    All of the pain, adversity and turmoil,
    For still that knowledge of measurement was there
    I know that I am not
    In the place where it is
    That I truly desire to be
    Still their knowledge helped to somehow ease my mind
    And mentally
    Set me free
    But paths often cross one another
    Instead of moving in parallel lines
    So Tears shined
    Love became my shrine
    But I read the signs
    And followed behind
    I was always short of falling in step
    With the rhythm of this life’s beat
    So I erased the hands of time
    And instead moved on drum made streets
    Walking upon the pavements of
    Badum biddi baps
    Sometimes it was more like the
    Bigahdah bah-ta-tap
    But it was then that I heard
    My voice come back
    I sang my melodies
    To the beats and rhythms that emanated
    From the ground
    It was like
    They were embodied in the magic
    Created from the musical sounds

    Sometimes I’d run into them
    In the forms of strings or keys
    And we’d just flow together

    Giving me wings to fly
    Like I always sang
    I wanted to be able to do in any weather

    Not having to fear the extremities,
    Black or white shades
    That exist in reality
    It’s all relative anyway,
    Theories make up life’s philosophies

    One traveler left writings that
    She didn’t know
    About the moons, suns or stars
    So I wrote
    Reflect on man, woman and child
    Relationships
    Are present even on Mars

    Our perceptions either
    Become tunneled into
    Only seeing our own situations

    Or can expand
    As vast as the Uni-verse
    Past solitary cyclical formations

    This was part of the knowledge
    That was imparted to me
    From the ones
    Who traveled the ends of the earth
    But we choose to listen
    To what sounds “right” to us
    Or what we’ve just accepted
    Since the time of our birth
    But the point is
    They had come back to me
    But really never left my inner side all along
    It was just me learning how to
    Compose my own
    Freestyled rhythmic song
    And move through life
    With that happiness
    That resided in a knowledge of knowing how to create
    And fuse their voices within me
    To always know the path to
    My Symphonic Self’s Gates
     
  2. N2urSoul

    N2urSoul Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Vivid.... full of "contrasts" here Anita! I can almost pick up a sense of 'pace'.... not necessarily fast, but an even tempo'd rhythm....

    I like the flow of this scribe and the content that's filled within it!.... Keep sharing em'!

    Thanks!! :)

    N2
     
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    Giovanni Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    those are the lines that hit me.. "drum made streets" sista? definately lovin' that.. lovin' how you make evident that life has a beat and we all dance a different rhythm.. finally, someone who sees the world as I do.. thanks for the read sista..
     
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    LISTERSCRIBIN' Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    anita...i agree with everyone else before me this piece is very nicely written, dear poetess. continue to scribe as i continue to watch.
     
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    two thumbs up u pose great beauty in ya scribe
    dis be one here poetess! vibe on.....:) :heart: :kiss:
     
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