Black Poetry : Poetic Prose 'Bout Those Little People

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  1. nabraska

    nabraska Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    In the backdrops and hidden shadows,
    they stand and sit silently.
    Hearing horns blare through fragile drums,
    they march to the beat with crooked lines. Within the lines
    lies traffic's tragedy seens as, the future.

    Their little yellow eyes, contrast with the green smells, that always roam unhollow halls right after horns blare.
    And as the roaming rises, the chatter cultivates,
    while exhausted experienced eyes, examine tortuous time-pieces realizing
    it's only 8:30.
    And then, there's the bell.

    No! No!! No!!!
    The chosen adverb by advisors who seem to enjoy repeating it along with
    the questions: boy, are you out of your mind or girl, what is wrong with you??
    Guff, lip, and attitude shines in the youthful, yellow eyes as
    their throat tightens, and becomes tangled with
    the tract of 'their truth' versus 'the truth mama will be told.'
    Perceptions are hard to figure out when tears are so close at hand.

    Hours pass by between, adolescent howls and pubescent objections
    to adult attempts at advancement.
    These are battles and skirmishes;
    the dimness and stench in bathrooms add advantage to the ankle biters and shorties.
    Lunch ladies in hairnets filled with patience and persistance
    are the best part of the day.
    Providing the break for this 12 round, all week, heavy weight war. They are the referees keeping both sides honest with hearty portions of:
    beef ravioli, corn with red and green pepper, along with an ice cold milk or oj.

    By the close of the circle, there are giggles, pats on the back, and
    domicile drudgery is disposed to all of the diaper dandies.
    Horns once again blare as buses roar,
    pouring emission passed puffs of smoke filled ethanol into the atmosphere.

    Their little yellow eyes disappear into the backdrops, hidden shadows, and around the corner flats nustled in the 'hood.
    Unknown systemic education is administered by broken glass, single parents, excessive siblings, drunks, and shattered dreams on birthdays.

    But tomorrow is a new day and yellow eyes will meet ring leaders, ticket takers, and lion tamers.
    The bell will ring.
    And the circus will perform and continue.....

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (C)2004 CLARENCE BARBEE/ NABRASKA
     
  2. 1poetsought

    1poetsought Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    High minded, thought provoking entertainment!
     
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    Prizefighter16 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this was a very interesting read
    i was readin it like it was a book,
    keep the flow goin
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    wow this took me in what a poetic read here
     
  5. angelicsage

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    ...flashback fa real
    Do you work around these little people...
    it's definitely an experience...
    but the way you scribed this...
    was so prolific and real...
    with just the right touches
    of imagery and creativity
    to showcase the "world" of this ritual
    just as it is...day after day...

    Excellent piece...Nabraska
    There are too many great lines for me to highlight
    but know...that it was utterly enjoyed

    Much love,
    Sage
     
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