Best American Life Poems
#MyLifeMatters
My hands are up don't shoot!!
I'm a black man, with feelings and a valued life,
Please, I've done nothing wrong, point the gun the other way.
At my home, it holds the love of my valued wife,
There's no kids, but we talk of having children one day.
Is my tail light busted, was I speeding too fast?
If so I apologize, may not have been paying attention.
So what made you suspicious sir of me through the dash?
Tell me now, in the future I can maybe prevent it.
Don't want to be a statistic, I will soon be forgotten
After my brief CNN mention of me being shot.
Of me being SHOT, dash cam flashing non stop when
The masses see another man dead by the hands of a cop.
My hands are up DON'T SHOOT I didn't kill 9 members
Of a church, I don't even have a weapon to cause hurt.
My hands are up DON'T SHOOT I'm 3 credits away from my degree
Check my I.D. no history of batteries or felonies.
At my home, it holds the love of my valued wife,
There's no kids, but we talk of having children one day.
#MyLifeMatters
Written on 12/7/2015 @ 6:10am EST
Hummingbird..
Hummingbird with light brimming
Sing a song to awaken flowers that are hiding
On the gentle breezes I see you riding
Peace to all you bring
As if by magic you hover in time
The divine quiet of your wings drumming
You remind us to be still but never rigid
Sending us love to open our hearts
Softly you plant a seed in our doubts
When the seed begins to bud
One by one our doubts fall away
All pain dimming
Resolving lifes contradictions
Imbuing our world with every colour of the rainbow
Filling our souls with joy
Soothing heart and mind
Never wanting to be caged
To always fly free
Teaching us to live in harmony
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Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's newest blogs..
I like Hummingbird because of their magical qualities, Hummingbird feathers have long been used for the making of love charms. It is said that Hummingbird conjures love as no other medicine does, and that Hummingbird feathers open the heart. Without an open and loving heart, you can never taste the nectar and pure bliss of life. To Hummingbird, life is a wonderland of delight!
If Hummingbird is your personal medicine, you love life and its joys. Your presence brings joy to others. You join people together in relationships which bring out the best in them. You know instinctively where beauty abides and, near or far, you journey to your ideal. You move comfortably within a beautiful environment and help others to taste the succulent nectar of life.
If Hummingbird has flown into your life today, get ready to laugh and enjoy the Creator's many gifts. Drop your judgmental attitudes and relax. Hummingbird will no doubt give you a flash of the spirit, darting here, there, and everywhere. Get ready for a strange new burst of energy which may send your senses reeling.
Hummingbird hears celestial music and is in harmony with it. Hummingbird may invite you to an art museum or a concert. Follow Hummingbird and you will soon be filled with joy and experience a renewal of the magic of living!
The Scorpio's eyes see all
Ready and willing to lay down his own laws
He's completely focused on his path
And yet no one knows his mysterious task
His emotions are well hidden behind dark shades
Only showing feelings for the ones he loves
His words can be soft blankets or sharp as blades
Movements strong and mighty or smooth like a white dove
He loves his women unconditionally so
Ranking 10s when others rank low
Seeing blessings where others see flaws
Looking for one but attracted to all
His thoughts range from the simple to the complex
Looking for ways to put his knowledge to the test
His mind searches for meaning to his life
Fighting viciously to survive strife
The Scorpio is a deep and interesting sign
A focused being that doesn't like to waste time
He has a love for all things big or small
And he's quick to recover whenever he falls
I want freedom!
I want freedom!
I want freedom!
Here I swing inside my dark cocoon afraid
to become all that I know I can be... A
Black Butterfly too scared to emerge into my
full potential and spread my beautiful black
wings. I'm so afraid to spread my wings, to worried,
about what this world may think of me? I'm a Black
Butterfly that can't seem to set myself free from this
cocoon that imprisons me.
I do know how the world will ever see my real beauty
that hides within me? The love I hide and the pain that
does consumes me.
I know this world can sometimes be cruel and rude place to be . . .
but if I don't break out of this cocoon and set
myself free? How will the world ever see me for me?
But I must first set myself free, so that the world
can see all my true beauty... and when I do emerge from
cocoon? A beautiful Black Butterfly is what I shall be.
As I spread my wings and fly into the sky… Fly away fly,
fly beautiful Black Butterfly.
Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
The Soul of Man
Authored by Chuck Keys
I saw the pond on the water glaring
was it upside down or right side up
either way, it talked to me of changing times
where men of hate saw only a colorless blend
sightlessly accepting any differences
man was still man, the same.
Round and Round
mans' journey
begins e'day
e'day
to celebrate
birth and life
life of all
who think
or flee
to the love
the love of our ones
loved spiritually
soulfully one with God
to an end
an end that is endless
or to a ... beginning
that never begins
round and round we go
go where to and fro
limitlessly
joyfully
racelessly as one
borderlessly as one
genderlessly as one
... a people as one, won
© 2010. Charles H Keys, All Rights Reserved
I wonder who I am sometimes, what seems to be a universal phenomenon. As everyone remains looking to be someone other than themselves, because those who are themselves are persecuted and dreams hung on the cross by society.
But as I wonder the colorful atmosphere of those around me tend to judgingly remind me exactly who I am and what I’m capable of accomplishing.
Because they assume before they even get the chance to know me, my story, why I act, talk, or dress different, why I smell another fragrance, perceive, taste, and feel the world inversely.
Under my skin they shoot before they ask, a trigger finger itching as the deadly explosion blast piercing the body of another innocent soul. Slavery is illegal now but we still hang.
Hang pictures up of loved ones taken through an unjust act, if you listen closely you can still hear the sound of invisible shackles as I walk and fall to my death…click clack, clic clac, click…a heart beating but dead now the heart no longer beats…
Under my skin if I put my hoodie up I might as well wear a mask, to hide the sinister agenda people assume I carry. Sometimes I just want some shade to block out all the negative rain on a summer day.
And when I succeed they assume I’m cheating, because my plateau has no high point or high ground. I’m a flat line, dead to success, and they put me here.
It’s a little misleading when all your hard work just falls off the deep end, because they look at you as if you have a red hand or you’re the bandit.
And if I bought it I could never own it because under my skin without acting I’ve already sinned.
How can you win when you can’t control the end?
All I can say is never stop praying and keep grinding until the end, because God controls the future. So never let someone else control you through “You cant’s or you’ll Nevers.”
P.S. I am black lives, THIS IS JUST A POST SCRIPT.
Storm coming, madam
Me-- I’m going up country--
Lay low and stay sweet*
*stay sweet--stay alive
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nairobi, Kenya
November 26, 2012
Note: Political unrest near Nairobi, Kenya due to election strategies. Polish nun told me that she was warned by a local moonshine runner to hide. Too late. She was pistol whipped by local police who wanted more protection money. Didn’t get the money (it was a free clinic, so nurses had no money) Police beat the nurse/nuns and absconded with the very rare and precious AIDS meds to sell to the hospitals.Free AIDS clinic was forced to close.(Kenyan government does not have free health care for the poor) Nuns are recovering then being transferred to other clinics. Three went back to Europe forced into early medical retirement due to permanent injuries sustained by police and/looters. The care program(education and/or placement) for the children whose parents were AIDS patients is gone. Children have taken to the streets in desperation. Count your blessings.
(for George Ehusani)
When minority
Threatens majority;
Self-solidarity
Divorces reality,
These in a community
Depict dilapidation of the society
And decadence of integrity
Of humanity
In every country!
Watching in amazement, as they grunt and grow and cry
Learning from their mothers voice, as they see and hear and try
This whole world is new to them, too young to reason why
Just walking free in safety, feeling sun and wind and sky
Life is ever changing from the moment of one's birth,
learning and adapting to their future life on earth
On this porch, I'm standing watching many kittens play
As my mind drifts to the future, hoping there will come a day
As I enter the fall of life, I dream that I will see
my children grown, with their own, alive and growing free
As you seek the why in life, take time to have your dreams
You'll see the greatest joys in life aren't toys or homes or schemes
The why of things you're seeking may not be yours to understand
I found my greatest joy in life, playing with grand-children in the sand
Get off this estate,
What for?
Because it's mine!
Where did you get it?
From my father.
Where did he get it?
From his father.
And where did he get it?
He fought for it.
Well,I will fight you for it!
Who are these bourgeois bees
What makes them better than you and me
Why are their noses in the air
With fake nails and purchased hair
So they wear designer bags
Clothes from fashion mags
Does real beauty come in a price tag
They have attitude for days
Ugly and malicious ways
Expects a man to pay their way
And then wonder why they don’t stay
~ Bourgeois bees ~ Please ~
Stop looking down on the rest
Because you think you have what’s best
Stop driving a Benz with no ends
Always relying on no good men
Stop judging a book by its cover
Turn the page and see what you discover
Stop pretending to live the good life
When you know you’re living trife
Stop being so conceited and vain
It only attracts the fake and lame
~ Bourgeois bees ~ be real ~ Please ~
Lay
In the waiting room
The broken clock sits
What happened to those days when people were humble and
didn't mumble behind each
others backs?
What happened to the women who had pride, dignity, respect,
and good self esteem about
themselves?
What happened to kids honoring their mothers and fathers and
respecting their elders?
What happened to our elders teaching our children right from
wrong?
What happened to the young men who had accepted themselves
for who they are?
What happened to the pride, dignity, honor and self respect
people had for one other?
What happened to education and the rest of the nation who
teach each other and
demonstrate for one another?
What happened to education and teachers teaching our children
for this foundation?
Wthat happened to our Generation?