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Crown of Rhythm

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                                        Old Beale Street Jazz boy 
                                        plays the guitar, sings the song
                                        Crops of cotton, seeds of soy
                                        a decoy to let them hear
                                        Plucking those strings of  joy
                                        waves of rage in these same tears
                                        Written with charcoal—unheard notes —
                                        He sings color free of fear
                                        A soul forgetting those wild oats.
                                        With his plectrum, a sharp whiplash,
                                        Flesh and sweat—the Deep South floats —
                                        time has come...has come in a flash
                                        Let his song sings through our throats
                                        Yet let the Jazz of hope splash.





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Mosaic Memory

Frightend children under the baobab
Of elders discourse playing
At the deep edge of rites
Of passages
With no Atlantic dream.

There is a beauty here
Before the other world began
Forgetting its origin
And taste
Of white milk in black breast
Beautifully caressing
The tongue
Outside the jaws of greed.

The time of pyramids
Lolling 
On the golden sands
Full with the jewels of history
Civilizations gone
And dead sphinx to come
To Alexandria dreaming
Far from the distant 
Wonders of Timbuctu.

And after all that gain
Suddenly a flood
Of nothingness
Carrying totems
Of laughed animism
On children's head 
Like weed.

Stale rum sizzling
In the heat
Of deception
Crackle lies
The missionary and prelates of doom
Smile when the boom
Behind us burst
Crankling chains
Move to the shackle of the feet
The heart coffled
To the suddeness of defeat
Stared at the deception
That could not win
Without the foul
Practices bred in smoke filled bars
Of cold desolate 
places making a wave.

We come
From banks of river
Surety to insurance companies
For new ships
That carry us promisary notes 
Of golds to cotton and cane 
Replacing the earth hidden
Treasures
In a mother's bowels
We come 
Dying 
To change the mosaic to come
Into a place
Where you know may know
I am
The father of the race.

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STAY FOCUS

YOU CAN WITH GODS HANDS
 YOU HAVE A GOLD
THAN UNLOAD
DON'T FOLD
DO IT FROM YOUR SOUL
AND DON'T GET DECUSS
STAY FOCUS

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TIME TO ANSWER *

This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment :
for the raw melding, of life imprisonement
and death behind the bars. The sin had
	
seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view
of the caravan passing on the shifting sand
of quarter-century; the devastation had turned

black in smug oasis, the victim will not
become virgin again. Blind dead will monitor
the course of grievers. On to her tongue

I leave the endless stars and you will forget
the bull-dosed windows and weeping walls
of incaracerated house where the daily meals

were sex and rape ; the strange shadows
of crime and pardon are breaking now
in blue sky after the defeating moon.



SATISH VERMA
•	After hearing the verdict on Josef Fritzl on 19th March 09

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The 44th President

The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male calendar,
But was rejected by an all female committee.
He wares $1500 Hart Schaffer suits,
With one of his identical pair of size 11 shoes.
When the president stands up you never hear any boo’s.
A few good luck charms he has with him,
A Madonna and child frozen for eternity,
And a bracelet of the arm of a man fighting in Iraq.
Bar can lift an impressive 200 pounds wile lying on his back.
His favorite delight to drink is Black forest iced tea,
Wile looking at his red boxing gloves signed by Mohamed Ali.
But never ask him out to Baskin Robbins, he don’t like ice cream.
But if you gave him a chocolate protein bar his dream.
Hide any dog meat snake meat or roasted grasshoppers up high,
For all these things he has tried.
All wile keeping his dignified pride.
He gets a snip and a trim once a week cost him $21 dollars,
That’s real cheap thanks to Zariff.
In whom the Obomber confides in to talk about the week.
He mite have been the one who convinced the malotoe,
To trade his Chrysler 300 in for the hybrid.
His memoirs, Dreams from My Father won a Grammy in 2006.
He was o past war president that was left handed the 6th.
He left a stag party which had a stripper in 1996.
As a teenager he tried marijuana and cocaine,
And Berry collects comic books like spider-man and Conan the Barbarian.
His specialty as cook is chili,
His favorite TV shows are Mash and The Wire.
He has four places in a Chicago home to build a fire.
He uses an apple Mac laptop to look at Pablo Picasso art.
He has read every Harry Potter book,
I wonder if he spoke Spanish to his pet ape back in Indonesia.

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Ralph Ellison is My Father

Ralph Ellison is my Father,
For I am Invisible,
I am real, 
And I tire of people telling me different,
I am very real,
And yet Invisible,
I am the frailty of a man who is not allowed to feel,
For I am an appendage of other people's feelings,
I am a mirror for their beauty and as long as I show them a pretty reflection,
They love me,
But when I open up to show them a tired, pain ridden child,
They see past him, to their own wants and needs and emotional greed,
Even their queries as to my welfare, are self serving litmus tests for their own grandiosity,
Ralph Ellison is my father,
And I am invisible.
Amen.

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The Mark Of Cain

Dare I chide you my child
For playing in the moonlight
With the children of those I know
Despise my kind and kin folks?

Dare  chide you my child
For daring to put aside
deep seated wounds I felt
Grievances of generations past and present?

Dare I chide you my child
For mingling without fear
With those who, time after time,
Try to carve the mark of Cain on my face?

Dare I chide you my child
For trusting in the infinite goodness of man,
That sustains us in the most difficult of times,
And gives us hope when all seems lost?

I have taught you
To see goodness in everyone.
So ignore my fears my child,
For even when goodness titters on the edge,
As evil nudges it towards the precipice,
Many hands reach out to sprinkle the wings of justice
And goodness does, once again,
Soar to its rightful place of safety.
And the mark of Cain,
Carved on my face with infinite care,
Fades away with painful memories
Of the legacies of a people's miseries.
And it has,.........on this memorable day



Inspired by Chinua Achebe's "Vultures"

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Brown Skin

Brown skin							 
Skin brown							 
Always an insult						
Always a put down

Low expectations
No chance for a win
Cast down and locked up
Because of the color of my skin

I want to be somebody
Is there any hope for me
No, I tell you
As long as my brown skin is all you see

Brown skin
Skin brown
Rich in tradition and culture
I love being me

My path ain’t been easy
No shortcuts I took
Me and my brown skin
For favor, I knew where to look
 
Brown skin
Skin brown
Wrapped in the strength, courage, and love
Of those who came before me
 
Brown skin
Yeah that’s right
I got Kobe and Shaq
My man Dwayne Wade’s tight!

Brown skin Yo! Yo! Yo!
Puffy and JayZ Don’t you know
Can’t forget my boy Usher
And Pants on the Ground
 
Brown skin
Now I see
It’s who I am inside
Not the skin that makes me

My brown skin
Not a curse like I thought
But an honor and privilege
That my skin chose me

Brown skin
The standard is high
I can be somebody
Because I say so!

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Black

Pay attention,
Never mention,
this is not an option,
For black humiliation;


Pain , suffer and fear,
All the words who bring tears,
With no hope near ,
Only prayers and gears;


Time is a good teacher,
But always kill his student,
Smart or dumb doesn't matter,
We all the same at the end;

Erase , never look back,
Now it's the time to walk,
to be proud to talk,
And say :"i'm proud to be black".

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ODEY

As soon as Odey arrived,
The villagers greeted in roar
Like the verdicts of Lions.
He was lifted high and 
Gongs gave their salutations,
For Odey, the great salt 
Discoverer has arrived.
Wrestlers pay allegiance
By displaying black skills,
He walked shoulder high
And his praises were lifted high.
Women swung their backyards,
Making the men's mouth water,
For the great hunter has arrived.
Jubilation is sure, all anger cured.
Gun powder entered the air to 
Inform the sky of the black discoverer,
The seed of Yala*.
Children orchestrating black rhythm
And rhyme, happy to see the salts.
Welcome Odey, welcome black hero,
For thou art a true meaning of an African sunset.... 

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Yala* is my mother's tribal dialect.

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Is Hip-Hop Dead?

Is Hip-Hop Dead?
If People, by Our lyrics
can be led
With the light on ghetto
life, We shed
About how hard We have
it, as a kid
When Momma struggles
to keep Us fed
The hustle, We learn to
make fast bread
If We of such Poverty, can
spew off Our head
Using POWER that has folks
running sca'red
About how, We of the hood,
can Never be rid
Then, on this One thing, you
can surely bid
And, that is, Hip-Hop will Never
Be Dead

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A color of perfection

If I walk with my head up

with pride.Don't be offended. I

ain't got nothing to hide.I'm here

now so I can sing.I'm a child

of a king.I don't need to be

famous.I just know my

purpose.

Their were times I stood

my ground.And let it be

known without a sound. My

position was clear.From night

time to daylight sun.My message

was to all those who can hear.

Struggling was a part of

life in it's own measure. Everyday

was like a new story an

adventure.The many times we

fell on this journey.We knew it

wasn't easy.But with a pure heart

and a sound mind, We pursue to

what we know as true.

When I look back at the seed

that was sown and the

times I've grown,is only to much to

mention.From what I was to what I've

become. A color of perfection.

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Holy Water

Lord I'm trying to design lines to give sight to the blind
that Chuk D fight the power 1989

that Brand Nubian/BDP scriptures
trying to tell them slow down or loves gonna get cha

the whole games been infected with demons so wicked
I've been tasked to protected it with this verbal exorcism
because listening is torture
since everybody swear they spit hot fire
then My flow is holy water

it's lyrical baptism
putting out hell's  flames by simply bobbing your brain to my rhythm

you can catch the holy ghost to this
testify and witness it
now don't you feel magnificent
it's anti ignorant

been touched by an angel my flow is divine
it  could part the red sea and turn water to wine
so while your rhymes break Keys(kilos) down to nickels and dimes
I'm inclined to plant seeds that will strengthen their minds

I'm not a stranger to the struggle I know the hustle well
I dabbled in these streets I've done a little dirt my self

I've  sold poisonous  concoctions 
drank malted toxins
but learned to beat myself to the punch like shadow boxing

preparing for war with the love of the Lord
the pen is my sword,and the full armor or God



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Articulation

Articulation.
Does color have a language?
What is talking black?

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The Jaguar

The Jaguar has
exquisite spotted
markings...
He roars,
flies,
jet swims,
No wonder
a prestigious
car is
named for
him...
But he
has no
presitge...
but,
extinction...

Same old
reasons...
He's 
really
remarkable...

I hear
his 
cries
for 
help?

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Cocoa

Cocoa. Hot chocolate is so..............your skin.
Bred with vanilla. Sired kids' colors in between. Broad spectrum of brown.
Vanilla to pecan. Conversations between colorstruck year round.
Family gatherings often joyous. The food is delicious. Events supreme extravagance.
Cocoa. Hot chocolate. Milk and sugar. So dark. Flesh. Not a drink. Sip.

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I'M ME -YOU'RE YOU

LISTEN UP IMMA GEEK THAT'S STANDARD/

TELL EM AGAIN MAKE SURE THE MANS HEARD/

NEVER BEEN ONE FOR A QUICK FIX FUMBLE/

RATHER HAVE AN INTELLECTUAL TUMBLE/

 

SEE SOME GIRLS LIVE TO PUT IT ABOUT/

TO ME THAT AINT WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT/

WHILE YOU GIVE IT UP TO EVERY TOM DICK AND TYRELL/

I KEEP MY EYE ON AN ELEVATED LEVEL/

 

YES, I HOLD MY OWN ON THIS PLANET/

YOU JUST DONT HAVE IT/

YOU CANT MANAGE/

RAPPIN YOUR GOB BUT I'M A LYRICAL SAVAGE/

LICK YOU DOWN LIKE A FIRST CLASS CARRIAGE/

 

YES, I ALWAYS IMPRESS/

EVEN WHEN YOU STEP OUT IN YOUR GUCCI DRESS/

WITH YOUR TINGS ON SHOW FOR ALL TO SEE/

I MAKE THE CLOTHES THEY DON'T MAKE ME/


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A Black Man's Letter

a “King’s” axiom
is written then smuggled from
behind iron bars

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Create a White Soil, It is worth the toil

I am black, 
you are 
white... of 
course,
my blood 
is red, 
what 
colour is 
yours?
I am an 
African, 
you are an 
American,
The Sun is 
my skin, 
why do 
you tan?

'I am 
white, you 
are black', 
well said!
I have one 
head, have 
you got 
dash head?
Oh you are 
well read, 
you swim 
in books,
where 
comest 
these 
clowns 
and 
crooks?

I am black, 
you are a 
Briton, 
that's right,
you can 
read and 
write, see 
that light?
You have 
two hands 
and one 
high heart,
why crave 
this awful, 
ancient 
African art?

I am black, 
I have this 
simple 
sack,
Hey 
whiteman, 
I know 
you do not 
lack,
I live in a 
hut, right 
on a 
humble hill,
I see those 
misiles in 
your 
power mill.

I am black 
you are 
white, 
that's 
wow!
You did 
not create 
that 
colour...why 
cow?
You call me 
a monkey, 
I eat sweet 
bananas,
You seem 
like a racist 
with 
lustuous 
lacunas.

I am black, 
yet in my 
eyes I see 
the stars,
from that 
white 
skies you 
see but 
scars...
You are so 
different, 
why do 
you lament,
I am 
indifferent, 
you sound 
like... 
accident!

I am black, 
but you 
are in a 
black list,
You seem 
to be a 
terrorist, 
yes a racist!
You will 
one day go 
down in a 
black soil
or create a 
white soil, 
it is worth 
the toil!

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Black Life (a version)

malt infused
young brother, jam on it
like we used to
      can you remember
max julien and pimp prints
stretched across polyester shoulders
looking immense
from my location on the ground floor
of the uprising
      photographs had sepia tones
even back then
damn grandma
was you ever young
like me?
       black like me?
or just that washed out grey
with the white house
in the distance
forever looming
like a living reminder
of nightmares
that don't always wait
for rest
       just waiting for the rest
             of us

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Some poetry soup

Many writers sitting round a dining tables,
Many before the chef on a queue,
Mouth-watering odour fill the room,
I have register, i was such a fool.

So i quickly did what i was ask to to do,
To taste the food that has gotten my interest glued,
A stranger came to ask me "what up with the queue"?
I said, "stop swallowing your saliva, go get some poetry soup."

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blue sky

Stop don’t move
And hold your breath...
Tilt your head into the air
Let the breeze sweep away 
Your worries...

Look into the blue sky,
 the mother of Africa,
 the blanket of comfort 
to the caramel skinned beings 
the well graced lives 
that were cursed by slavery 
and absolute 
neediness...

the very same who silently cries 
and screams for God
when all falls apart
who will swear at nothing
just because that’s how they are

stop don’t move
And hold your breath...
Tilt your head into the air
Let the breeze sweep away
 your tears...

the ones that rolls down
those delicate cheeks of your souls
The ones that rises the dust from
The surface of your worries 
makes you suffocate and drown 
in your sorrow

stop don’t move 
And hold your breath
Tilt your head your head 
into the blueness
let the light
show you home...



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Seek u

I'm jus tryna seek what's tha truth 
glue it all together like loose shoes 
from a nigga with less than the otha 
tryna save my brothas but they 
don't want that capture so I'm left 
with lookin at my race in rapture 
what about when the man held you 
captive? ? Now u runnin in tha 
streets cappin, an slappin yo own 
nigga you grown an u know right 
frum wrong .. bet ya mama at home 
tryna stay strong psh I'm gone..

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Black Fruits Cry

I Cry and flood tears
As strange fruit hangs
From oak trees 
Black D Anjou pears fall

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The lookout point

Oh as the great Ernest Hemmingway once said ... If you can't live without hamsters, they certainly can not live 
with you squishing it with a lemon!

This is one of the greatest sayings I have ever heard by any author...


OK... now for the poetry part...uggghhhhh.


Poetry Poetry... what is poetry
for no man should ever know what the true meaning for this is

The lookout point was published in to a book on may 20, 2009 and will never be forgotten...
unless everybody stops reading books. 

Oh yeah... I almost forgot about the hamsters.... BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!  The End