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PART 2 - Earthbound Angels Made of Stone - An Epic


Those evil thorns of bitterness
That couldn't bear to see
This child so loved and so adored
By their father
Captain Lee

Until one day in early May
When she went out to play
In  fields drenched in morning  dew
Above a wind swept Bay
While standing there
Out on a ledge
Above a sea of green 
With eyes cast down
In deep reflection
Upon that ship of dreams

T'was then 
Her brothers 
Only half
Stepped out beyond the pale
And took the life of Amber 
As her father's ship set sail

The child of Rose
And Captain lee
So cherished and adored
Her lifeless body
Found that morning 
On the Ocean floor 
Forever laid to rest in death
Beneath her mother's breast 
Her named refrained for years in vain
Cried through her father's pain

So many times in life
This Rose 
Had dealt with tragedy 
But this time 
She was dealt
A lifetime 
Sentence
Of grief 
Without reprieve

So...now alone with 
Hope and faith 
Nowhere in her sight
She drifted  in a fog of
Endless days 
And endless nights

A broken soul 
With only yearnings
For her little girl
A broken soul
Drifting
Through a cruel 
And lonely world

A soul so deeply steeped in
Endless grief and
Endless  sorrow
Chained to that tragic day 
With no wish
To see tomorrow

Until one day
When Rose laid down
Upon the brink of death
And watched those green leaves
Turn to amber
Kissed by autumn's breath
A breath that set a blazing fire
Deep within her soul
When that mighty tree
Found the strength
To finally let her children go

And...standing there
Before her now
Rose saw a tree 
With empty boughs
And in that moment realized
Those we love 
Will never die

That tree would bear
The cruel sting
That winter's breath 
Of ice would bring
To once again
Give birth
In spring 

So with faith and hope
Now at her side
She found again the will
To rise
To spread her wings again
And fly

~~~

For two more score
Rose closed the door
On that devil Tragedy
Reborn again
Found inner-peace
In spirituality

Loyal companion
And caregiver to
The ailing
Captain Lee
Who no longer had the 
Will to sail
Upon the endless sea 

He died a sad and broken man
Who finally came to understand
It was his son's 
Who bore the thorns
That left his heart and mind so torn
When they with
Greed and  jealousy 
Killed
The sweetest child
Ever born

But... Justice 
In its own strange way  
Had indeed 
The final say
When the sons of  Captain Lee
Went to the bottom
Of the sea
Downed by a fierce
Raging storm
That finally killed
Those bitter thorns
The day their father
Died

Coin and land 
And hearth and home
The Captain had bequeathed  
For she had stayed there
By his side
Long after she was free
In his final 
Will and testament
His one  good parting deed
Signed with a long repenting quill
And by the legal powers that be
He did in deed
In deep repose
Give it all to Rose

Rose now walked 
The streets of town
With grace and dignity
The richest women in the land
Thanks to Captain Lee

For two more score
With open door
Rose lived in tranquility
Her house dedicated 
To the legacy 
Of Captain Cannon Lee
Providing shelter to the poor
Abandoned women
And their babes
So grateful for the many lives
With the grace of God 
She saved

She died one day in autumn
When amber leaves fell from the tree
And was laid to rest
Beside her daughter
And the Captain Cannon Lee
Dubbed the Rose of Savannah
By those who knew her well
They came by the hundreds
To say their last farewell
Rose petals 
In shades of ebony
Were laid upon her grave
Each one in loving memory
For all the lives she 
Helped  to save

 ~~~

We dwell in quiet places
Where mortals sleep eternally
We earthbound angels made of stone
Keeping vigil for thee

Stone angels carved by human hands
In honor of the dead
Giving meaning to the path
Where mortals dare to tread

Written:  June, 2016
Author:  Elaine C. George of Canada
































Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016

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PART 1 - Earthbound Angels Made of Stone - An Epic

We dwell in quiet places Where mortals sleep eternally We earthbound angels made of stone Keeping vigil for thee Stone angels carved by human hands In honor of the dead Giving meaning to the path Where mortals dare to tread And if you care to rest a spell In this quiet place we dwell You too will come to understand The stories we will tell Stories that are etched in stone For each departed soul And their journey here on earth The greatest stories ever told So listen very carefully With your heart and not your ears And with our silent voices Let us take you through the years Of one dearly departed And her life of joy and tears From the cradle to the grave A life of courage and of fear Now step with us into this realm Where earth and heaven meet And see the petals of this Rose Strewn o'er the cobbled streets And like the rose that bears her name May her beauty bloom again In all its glory in this story Amid the thorns that still remain Let us tell you of a child Born in eighteen twenty-five A little girl so pure and shy She made the willows sigh In a land where wooden ships With canvas wings did fly On a wailing wind With the moon and the stars Their only guide A child born without a sin The way that life begins Who at the age of seventeen Lost her innocence To a Captain Twice her age Who on that fateful day Took away her freedom When she became his slave How at the age of 17 She finally came to know The bitter thorn that lies beneath The beauty of the rose As she hid his seed Beneath a frock Of slavery and shame And her face beneath a veil of tears Each one Cried in vain Bought by this man A widower Raising babes that weren't her own She called upon her inner strength To make this land her home While he remained for months at sea She waited patiently Until the day when one-by-one The leaves fell from the trees As autumn died And heaven cried Her baby girl was born While all the village gossips Looked at Rose with utter scorn A stranger in a strange strange land A Rose that whites called black In that moment realized There was no going back She named her daughter Amber With hair the hue of flames A child of God who town-folk dubbed The Captain's child of shame And like the thorns that laid in wait beneath her mother Rose This child would one day come to know The evil they would sew A child with blood of black and white A heavy cross to bear Who could not In her innocence Conceive The evil lurking there ``` The remainder of this epic can be read in Part Two posted in my next entry. Please proceed.

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016

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Welcome New Baby

Welcome my baby welcome,
Yes, be a great read, come,

Tell the world your big bold tale,
Your birth is greater than a sale,

Surely, the dead must be sobbing,
Be a rude awakening to the robbing!


(NB http://sbpra.com/ndabasibanda/)

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2013

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Jazz Baby

In Africa you were born 
In deep serenity
To the sounds of mighty drums 
And rhythm’s authenticity.

Stole you from your righteous land
Cut it up like a birthday cake
Gave it back to Anglo hands
But your birth was no mistake.

Hot sun baked your deep skin
In their souls your people knew
Down in the delta the cotton moved
By the Negro spiritual, you grew.

The teachings of gospel embraced you 
When Abe’s 13th had you lost
When the choir called you responded 
Learned you could share your talent, but at a cost

A burnt cork mask for the audience
Buffoonery and minstrelsy, Jim Crow and Daddy Rice
Exploitation in a racist Nation
Theatrical vice.

You got the blues
Had a melancholy mood
Broke down walls with the drowsy tunes
That free and rootless attitude

On the shoulder of Scott Joplin
Mesmerized with how his fingers played
Ragtime floats on running notes
In New Orleans your future lay.

The melting pot, jazz hotspot 
Black people, white people, blue, and green
Creole heritage swirling all it meets 
Street smart, fine art, everything in between.

Jazz is about freedom
You have to improvise
The band prides the electric ride
Sharing music with each other’s eyes

A jazz baby was born in the USA
Dare I say the American way
Day by Day by Day
A growing Jazz Baby played.

Copyright © Jada Myricks | Year Posted 2014

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A precious toy

Oh! What a day, a perfect day
 Something is found, as the game is plaid,
 Something precious and something good,
 A precious toy with heart and soul

Here‘s a day with quite a spirit
 A cetin man must buy some (purity)
 While a cetin woman is quite exhausted
 She tries to speak but make no sense
 Oh! What the hell its wealth a while,
 They are all relived it went so well.

Oh!!! What is that, a new world warrior
 With a crocodile’s heart and the spirit of
 A cat, and that’s because he’s a mix of both
 A dangerous mixture you’ll ever face, in
 His body run’s the blood of cannibals.

I talk about a wild beast, with shining eyes
 Like twinkling stars, nails as sharp as Uncle Leo pat
 Teeth as strong as ant Lacosta,
 He’s a big cat in the sense of the word, but I can
 Argue that he’s a croc as well,

Copyright © Matshidiso Mosia | Year Posted 2016

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Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

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In Descrimanent Love




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When a Mother gives' Birth
She give's it with Love
She sore's to the High Heaven
To the Christ,
Fore She is giving birth
A gift from above...
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Such a complication device
      ------
Devised by God
In order to herd His children
For that traipse to eternity
And only Heaven knows
When that will be.....
For they are awaiting
Their return...
To that honorable place
        Among He
      -------
Yes, the Mother gives' Birth
A gift to the World
Rather it be a baby boy
Or maybe,
A baby girl...
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Their love is so innocent
Innocent and free
Shaped and molded by
The like's of you and me
       ------
Yes, they are our
Hope's and dream's
For the next generation
Marred by frustration
Self-loathe and indignation
Yet, they do follow threw
To start a new nation
      -----
A nation to be
A nation of one
One where people
Shall be delivered
      ------
All soon to become One
      ------
Where the Will of Christ
Shall be done'
      ------
For this is their Heaven
And this is their Earth
Fighting twin evil inclination 
Just awaiting the time of
Restoration...
      ------
Where the lineage of time
Is their only Salvation
Another simple case of
The blind leading the blind
In hopes' and dreams'
In contemplation 

               GF

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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DANCE OF INFERTILITY

STANDING ALL ALONE
THINKING NON BUT ALL
NATURE AND DESTINY AT
ITS BEST
AT WAR BUT WHO WINS
GRIEVE NOT WOMAN
GRIEVE NOT
FOR IS THERE A REASON TO
NO SEED CAN EVER SURVIVE
IN THIS LAND
WHICH YOU’VE NURTURED
PLOUGHED AND TILTED FOR
MANY YEARS
YET NO FRUIT HAS IT EVER 
BORE
STOP DREAMING THEN
STOP DREAMING
LOOK HOW YOU LIE SOUR
WITH MILK
YOUR PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD
HAS GIVEN YOU NO PRIZE
SEEDLINGS WOULD YOU
NEVER TRIM NOR PRUN
FOR MOTHER YOU WOULD
NEVER BE CALLED

WHY LET THIS EMPTINESS
RUIN YOU
AND INFERTILITY HOOT YOU
WHILE YOU SIT AND SING
THIS SONG OF MYSTERY AND
MISERY
THOUGH YOUR CALABASH IS
BROKEN
AND YOUR BAMBOO FALLEN
STAND UP AND DANCE IN
AGONY HAPPILY
FOR LIFE ITSELF IS A MIRAGE
THE MORE YOU LOOK THE LESS
YOU SEE
THEN TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTH
OF SACK
AND WEAR YOUR GOWN OF 
RAFFIA AND COWRIES MADE
SHAKE TO THE TUNE
THAT LIFE PLAYS FOR YOU
COS’ ONE DAY IT WOULD ALL
END
WHEN ALL THE DRUMS WEARS 
AND TEARS
AND NATURE WITH DESTINY
ALL LOSE THE GAME

Copyright © joseph Asamoah-Asare | Year Posted 2007

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Baby I Love You

Baby I love you
I love you so
Your touch
Your voice
I embrace them all
Your eyes
Your lips
Tell me so
Through thick and thin
Through sickness and in health
For better for worse
For richer for poorer
I promise to be your strength
Whenever you fall
Remember this which ever challenges that life will bring
Your not battling them alone
Together we stick
Together we stand
Like the partners that we are
Baby I love you
In every second we're together
Every time we are apart I wanna say it from inside of heart
Cause I wanna say is BABY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Copyright © Martha Tellez | Year Posted 2016

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Last One Standing

I'm beginning to burn up
Nine months, I've been cramped in this cocoon for nine months
I have questions but no voice to ask them with
I have questions but no one to answer
What are the words for the appendages attached to me
Why, have for nine months
why have I seen nothing but darkness
but hear everything
Why, for nine months, have I been...
What's the word...evolving? 
What is this strange process
Wait, wait why am I being constricted, suffocated
wait my thoughts, my questions...I still have so much to ask
wait...what is my...
Bright light...where am I...what is this place
...a cry? Did that come from me? 
this rush of electricity...is this breathing? 
the rumored breathing of feeling alive? 
And this..is this fair-haired, grey eyed man my...father? 
'Hello my son, welcome to this world'
Father? ...what is my name...? 
No, no...where is my voice...where are my words...
why are cries the only thing I can form...
yet I feel light and heavy...
who is this tired, hazel eyed woman
Tears? Why does she cry...
Is she my...mother? 
Mother...what is my name...? 
'Arthur...Arthur Hanson'

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

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Baby Girl

From the moment I first saw you
I knew that I was in love
God must have sent you
Straight from up above

With shear perfection He molded
Ten perfect little fingers and ten little toes
Chocolate into your eyes He folded and
Topped it off with a perfect little nose

As I have watched you blossom
Into the young woman that you are
I think it is so awesome
That you have come so far

So on this your special day
I wish you all the best
For years ago this was my happiest day
The day that I was blessed

Copyright © TuLisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009

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If I Were An Elephant


          I was born at dawn near a wild stream cascading over rocks,
the first sounds I heard were birds chattering in the trees. So loud.
  It was quite a shock falling to the ground like that, gosh I was stunned
            then I felt something nudging me, and nudging me,
so on wobbly legs I stood up and I looked up and up, wow she is tall!
    I've been following her around for days now, but still not sure of anything,
                     except she is my mother, and she loves me.
What exactly am I?  I try to do everything she does but I fall down a lot.
   I have these things that look like wings, maybe I can fly?  Nope can't fly!
      I have become quite clingy and not just to mother but all the others too!
  Whenever I wander off to explore they bring me back to them quickly
        with a snort and flick of their long nose. Hey, I have one of those!
Oh, if I were like them, big and strong.  I dream at night, what 
                                            if I were an elephant-  

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Inspired by the contest, If I Were An Elephant

December 6, 2016

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Stargazing Metamorphosis

Stargazing Metamorphosis 
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As eyes gaze up- 
evoked  the azure of what was... 
ambient and longing for 
sips of golden felicity,
Came that from the emanation, 
gilded upon a sun blessed cheek.
From the riverside’s 
wholly reflection, the moon can be glimpsed.
The pool of milkiness 
that the moon settles in.. be ever so 
ethereal in what be the 
Zealous dawn. 
As eyes gaze up- 
from plucking apples from 
Eve’s tree, 
There be the moon stepping in so 
lightly. 
Leaves of orange brush, adorn the canopies 
of everlasting autumn.
When a child's eyes gaze from
the window pane… frosty and traced with verses..
from the soul itself.. a snowy ballad. 
The ballad itself recedes.. Melting into the sound of 
crystalline droplets, pittering- pattering 
Upon umbrellas. 
As eyes willingly look up..
to see what looms above. 
Two stars..
Molten one be, glowering a rose 
for fictitious, dreamy eyed children to touch.
A cerulean star.. Serenely floats in
The milkiness of the constellations. 
As we look up- our eyes fixate
upon the moon in its crisp...
wholesome apparition.
We notice something, 
closely held, in the moon's ivory palms;
Possibilities flitter, 
from letters aged, brewed by star crossed love. 
To forgotten banters that now fluttered from her heart.    
But what the moon held, clasped
within her cradled palms-
Was a newborn star, fondled by the moon's
 calm.

Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016