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Monique Mcdowell Poem
My dear poet-
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page
Letting your words
Ascend on my temple
And descend
On my feet
How long will I thank God
For giving me you
As our passionate and artistic sessions
Gracefully formed poetry in motion
Lord knows
My body yearned
And needed the eloquence
Your poetry provided
Our poetry combined
Gave birth to volcanic verses
And flood-like rushes
Of the most liberated conversation
My poet laureate
Thank you for allowing
Your art to transcend
Into poetic actions
Your ability to allow
Your love to flow
Like a pen on paper
Amazes me
When poets make love
Sacred books
Unlock their meanings
And the majestic powers of words
Fill the universe
With marvelous expressions
Our collaborated efforts
Awakened the most powerful of poets
Who long ago fell asleep
Happily summoned with the stars
To congratulate our poetic bliss
When we made love
Our poetry was forever
Imprinted in the hearts
of all poets
past, present, and yet to come
-Written and dedicated to a very dear poet (R.C.)
© Monique McDowell 2008 All rights Reserved
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Who are you to dream of chains
And yet proclaim of victory
How do you lie in chains
And yet stand in liberty
When do you pay a debt
That must be paid
What makes you forgive a debt
That must be forgave
In a time of hostility
With the trembles of an oncoming war
You held it in and did not cry
As long before
Your face remained
Lifted toward the sky
Your fire within made you an enemy
Yet a much needed ally
Your words gave peace to those deeply wounded
By the treacheries of man
Your joy gave hope a new mission
Thus hope called love again
Love answered
And summoned faith to come
Faith remembered your prayer
And gave birth to freedom
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Creative inspiration
Mixed with gas price inflation
Voluntary solitude
Welcomed ingratitude
Served the homeless in Manila
Then become a homeless college student
And mother in America
Racial discrimination justified
As manager proclaimed Black Girl
Unqualified
Gave Jesus his eviction note
While her abusive ex she couldn’t
Wait to promote
Self-employment had to end
As her car became uncooperative
Wrote poems and created soliloquies
Since the voice in her mind
Had to be freed
Degree hanging on the wall
While debt remained stacked 10 feet tall
Apathy knocked on the front door
While shame and disgust waxed the floor
Dreams of the American family
Burst into flames
Along with the hope of wisdom, wealth, and fame
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Today I decided
To bring company
To my mandatory session
Of therapy
I hope this poem
Doesn’t offend
Anybody who decides
They want to read
This topic may be a bit
Touchy or confusing to some
Who like to sit and pretend
Or play dumb
What if you have never
Had control over loosing
Your virginity
What about the girls
Who had it taken unwillingly
What about the chesters
Who plot times and wait
And resolve to touch
And never penetrate
Should a girl call herself
A virgin
Even if she doesn’t feel like
She still has her virginity
What about the boys
Who swear in secrecy
To the archdiocese and priestly men
What about the girls
Who are sold into sexual
Slavery
What about the family friends
Who take prizes from children
Too costly for them
What about the moms
That remember in infancy
The horrible atrocities to great to tell
Of things that happened
To their precious baby girls
Someone needs to invent
A new definition
For virginity
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What makes a man
Want to take power from his wife?
Who is the man
That sits and plots to take her life?
Where is the man
I once married without strife?
As the years pass me by
I realize why he should envy
As time, courage, and wisdom pass him by
Because he wanted to discredit my integrity
For the American Dream I accepted less
I accepted him
Much less than the Lord obliged
For an image that I was now complete
I secretly sat in a corner
Where only the Lord
Would hear my cries
Bruised kisses once described
The torture I endured
Freedom and time
Have healed my pain
Dependence on God
Has allowed me to stay away
And un-bruised
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Dust never settles on my back
Nor does rain on my nose
As the demands of the day persevere
The quietness of the night strengthens my soul
Pain is a stimulus of sorts
A constant reminder of my work still to be done
Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes
Yet I persevere until the battle is won
Visions of Heaven delight my heart
The heat from Hell has changed my ways
Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house
For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days
As angels do not sing me praise
Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong
My life shall stand as my judge
My life and faith shall be my song
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Smack. Slam. Explode
Fire. Heat
Cold
Freedom
Hunger.Food.
Captivity.Chains.Slaves
Wet
Thirst.Crave
Shower.Clean.Bathe
Empty.Hole.Leak
Love.Me
Hate
Fear
Agression. Rage
Vengence.Violence.Pain
Ring
Marriage.Family
One.Two.Three
Home
Husband.Wife
Unity.Bond.Tight
Commitment.Promise
Dependence.Need.Sacrifice
Selflessness. Trust.Togetherness.Submittance
Adultery.Lies.Deceit.Cheat
Cry.Scream.Weep
Lost. Unfound
Broken
Unbound
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A poet’s mind
is like a maze
intricate words
winding throughout
a never-ending path
of inspiration
deep thoughts within
the heart and mind
of an artist
who paints dialogue
between the writer
and intended
poetry is a gift
a blessing of revealed
thoughts and emotions
that are desired
and longed to be told
never neglect your gift
your art
you never know who
might find healing
through the talent
you hold
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Sharpened minds
Expert calculators
Critical analyst
Motionless elevator
Crisp reports
Excellent speech
Suits black
Skin impeached
Strength is Black
Brilliant talent
Commitment unsurpassed
Removed from ballot
Work most requested
Quality Observations
Families sacrificed
Review of course unexpected
Sharpened suits
Crisp reputation
Strength consistent
Powerless nation
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Clothe her in purple
For she must be dressed
Sprinkle her with gold
Indeed she is blessed
Adorn her with strength
And comfort her with love
Prepare her with wisdom
Always shine light from above
Let her sing from the heart
For nations will hear her cries
Tears for equality, justice, and peace
Escape her eyes
Faithful and loyal
She deserves her crown
While he unchained the dream
She helped hope take its place to remain unbound
Her work never ends as she manages her home
‘She must be praised’ her children confessed
Clothe her in purple
She must be dressed
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