Best Visionarywoman Poems
I know that you have seen them walking,
and I know that you have heard them talking,
'bout all thoses rhymes and reasons,
the birds and bees and,
sometimes I can't understand,
how that they roll them eyes,
and stomp their feet,
smacking their lips, in the summer heat.
See they belong to a prestious club,
where none of the fellas get no love.
They are the coochie committee,
secretly meeting in our towns and cities.
I tried to infiltrate them,
by going out on a date,
when I nearly met my fate,
only to find out that my sister, mother,grandma,
and aunt, all participate.
They all were up in arms,
One lady shouted,
"sound the alarm!!!"
they planned to do this man some bodily harm.
I ran as fast as i could,
back to my neighborhood.
called upon my brethern there,
but they couldn't relate,
as I tried to explain this place,
bout the coochie committee,
Some brothas, didn't care.
So I just hold my toungue,
whenever a woman is around,
contemplating what will go down,
cause you never know,
the power a woman has,
and if she posseses a pass,
with the coochie committee,
as matter of fact,
It always seems to,
have her back!!!!
A simple grave, a marker in time
Not in the ground, but your very mind
A complex riddle, woven into life
To see a dawn, of crimson tides
Not from a sunrise, but shattered lives
A woman stands, her hands held high
To praise her captor, that one that holds her
Not a man, nor a woman
A society watches, impious and unjust
Not to offer aid, not to do what it must
Every deity is wrong, every faith is misplaced
Every man a slave, every woman a servant
No government uncorrupt, no leader correct
No love to follow, no heart to mend
In the end we fall, in the end we falter
In the beginning we had a chance
In the beginning we had hope
Tomorrow is our last day
Today we gave up
Yesterday we still had a chance
Form:
Half in, Half out
Half centered
From inside and from without.
This ia a Woman that really knows
What she’s all about.
She is the Woman
That rises from inside
That holds herself sacred
She protects her virgin soul
She who finds her strength within.
She is the one
Who knows she’ll eventually win.
It is she
Who as she watches
The oceans rising tides
Knows she can rise above
And turn her face to the rising sun
And all the happiness in life.
She turns away from darkness
From the settings of the sun
She only wants to bathe in light
And keep the evil shadows at bay
She protect her very essence
She keeps her demons on the run.
Half in, Half out
Half centered
From inside and from without
She really knows
What she’s all about.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,