Best Wilkins Poems
I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I am the Father and Mother of past, present and future
Peacemakers, Educators, Scientists, Musicians, Scholars, Kings and Queens
I am John Love the sharpener inventor
I am Mae C. Jemison the astronaut
I am Martin Luther King the peacemaker
I am Toni Morrison a contemporary novelist.
I am Muhammad Ali the boxer
I am Wilma Rudolph the Olympic track and field champion
I am Tiger woods the golfer
I am Lucy Laney the educator.
I am Jack Johnson the heavyweight
I am Rosa Parks the segregation leader
I am Jesse Wilkins the physicist and mathematician
I am Serena Williams a tennis player.
I am Isaac Murphy the great through-bred jockey
I am Bessie Coleman the first licensed African American pilot
I am Chester Burnett the blues singer
I am Eleanor Holmes a politician and civil rights activist.
I am Thomas Dorsey the father of gospel music
I am Chadwick Boseman the famous Black Panther actor
I am Barack Obama the forty-four first
Black Afro-American president, we are the future.
We are the hope for the lost and forgotten generation.
Pay attention
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Just when she thinks the coast is clear
In walks the ghost with a smile and a can of beer
“Come over here - let me tell you a story”
“Sit on my lap - you don’t have to worry”
“Do as I say and it won’t be gory”
Pay attention
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As the ghost tells his bed time story
Strokes her hair and tells her not to worry
Listening to this ghost and his horrific sounds
Her body is stiff, her heart pounds
She tries not to cry as his pants begin to round
Pay attention
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“You know I love you” the story begins
“Don’t tell mommy” the story ends
Back in bed alone in the dark
The ghost and his beer have left their mark
An innocent “bedtime story” is how it all starts
Lay
**Submitted to Crystal Wilkins Childhood Memories Contest
*Won 2nd place
My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed
Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell
I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly
(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)
Robb Wilkins took three showers a day
he overdid some things he'd say.
But alas to his strain
less of him did remain
until he showered himself away.
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Teresa Skyles
Entered in Crystal Wilkins"MY HERO"contest
My hero
She is but eleven
She is my angel sent from heaven
She came to me at the tender age of twenty one
She gave me reason not to run
She kept me grounded
She was the reason my heart pounded
She made my life brand new
She healed my heart through and through
She showed me how to love
She showed me what that stuff is made of
She keeps me on my toes
She won't allow me to wallow in my woes
She senses when my spirits are low
She will never let it show but
She always seems to know
She amazes me every day she grows
She knows when to lean in and give me a hug
She knows when I've had a bad day and not to bug
She jumps in before I ask
She completes every task
She excels in academics and dance
She shows me what can be if given a chance
She picks up my good bits and pieces
She continues to leave me speechless
She always wears a smile
She is my amazing child
She is my first, no one is above
She is my first true love
She is my daughter Alaya
Before her I was a zero
She is my only HERO
Lay
** For Crystal Wilkins My Hero contest
* 1st Place
My hero to me, was just a simple man
He was ill throughout his life, but he raised two sons
Two jobs he held down until he couldn't anymore
Then fate took it's turn, and turned his heart sore
First was the youngest, on a broken bottle he fell
His artery slashed, was the start of his hell
I recovered from my trauma, nearly losing my life
But my accident increased, his ill health into strife
Over the next two years he was hospitalised
His sons fostered out, in fatherless cries
To children's homes they went, from pillar to post
Yearning for the person, who loved them the most
He gradually recovered, we became a family again
Once again fate took it's turn, returning life's pain
On a Monday night back in nineteen sixty nine
What every parent dreads, returned him to ill health decline
His two boys excited, joining the local Boy's Brigade
Running as fast as they could, for time to be made
The older was faster, he ran well ahead
The younger lagging behind, his little legs so delayed
On turning the corner, all I could see
Was my older brother, running well ahead of me
Without looking left or right, onto the street he ran
A split second later, he was hit by a van
My life entered slow motion, whilst I witnessed it all
To see your brother knocked down, a sibling to fall
He was caught under the van and dragged down the street
At seven years old, too terrified to greet
Over the next six years, his heath gradually became worse
He was more in hospital, in illness immersed
That's why he is my hero, to my lost brother and me
He's the kind of man that I've turned out to be
He had no quality of life, but what he gave meant more
The love for his two boys all through his life's sores
Holding down two jobs through illness and strife
Admirable, that's just a word, he gave me my life
My entry for Crystal Wilkins contest 'My Hero'
Locked in the history through the doors of his mind
Are the remains of an unwritten contract he signed.
The rules he lived by with his own flesh and bone,
Wrote in his blood and signed alone.
An Indian father or a Spanish bride,
The white mans greed won’t alter his stride,
The black mans courage with endurance within,
Mixed with trials errors and mortal sin.
Through the hardship and horses through courage and pain
These are the hands that held the rein.
Annie Oakley, Kitty Wilkins and Bell Star,
Combined lace with leather and created a gender scar.
From Picket, Custer, and Crazy Horse,
These are only a few who would not alter their course.
And those less know on Oregon’s trail,
Who sold all they had and to the west set sail.
Chisholm, Goodnight and French, some of the Cattle kings,
They all are the reason a cowboy sings.
And their blood still flows through our veins,
These are the hands that held the rein.
Forgive them for they knew not what they done,
As they settled the west with hand and gun.
Fought for open space they went through,
Not knowing that greed and politics followed them too.
Restless by nature a curious kind,
Searching for answers they will never find.
An unwritten code he rides for the brand,
It pumps through the veins into the soul of this man.
He gathers those memories and tries to remain,
These are the hands that held the rein.
Writing no letter for he can’t but he would,
To who he’s not sure but it is understood,
There is no place to send it anyhow,
So he saddles his pony and rides for the cow,
Sings a song and says a poem in rhyme,
To cut the quiet and pass the time.
That helps keep the stories of his horse and life,
As he sings of a friend and dreams of a wife.
Through the doors of his mind those memories remain,
For these are the hands that held the rein.
Like shuffling a deck he’s held in his hand
He has gambled his life and made a stand,
And made a vow he will try to fulfill,
With the luck of the draw his blood flows still.
To the next generation, with changes in time,
We still hear his stories in song and rhyme.
And if one more day could be spare
For the songs sung and poems shared
Let him live just one more day,
Let him ride for the brand and draw his pay.
In our future let our history not be in vein,
For our hands are now what hold the rein.
(A simple poem)
They say I am the dark horse
That is destined till my end
To gallop like the broken soul
In the shadows of the wind
But I am just the simple soul,
And so they say I’ll fail
Because I am the gentle whisper
Among the constant yell.
I have my dreams I dream at night.
I have my prayers I pray,
And though I run this race to win
I’ve lost along the way.
I’ve sat and pondered upon this life,
My thoughts have drifted afar.
I’m somewhat like the wayward wish
That cannot find its star.
I cannot stop upon this road
And say my journey ends
For when I think that life has stopped
I find it just begins—
Therefore the hour passes on
And side by side we stand…
Time and I, soul in soul
Must travel hand in hand….
Chained to seconds, chained to minutes
That do not pause for me
So in their flow, so shall I go
And be where they shall be,
And if the minutes to which I’m chained
Are granted their tomorrow
Then so am I granted this
And beckoned then to follow—
Holding not to yesterday,
It was not mine to keep.
I leave it standing in the past,
There in my soul to sleep,
I travel on because I must,
Though the dark horse, I may be.
I travel on to get somewhere—
A mended soul set free.
A gentle whisper among this yell—
This world, this life, this place
Running still with the flame of hope
To endure this wretched race.
And I’ll keep on running
And keep on running,
Though my thoughts may drift afar,
I’ll win this race as the unknown wish
That claims its sacred star.
~T.S. Wilkins~
Things in my life haven’t always been easy
They haven’t always been happy
They haven’t always been good
We have been lost
We have been devastated
We have been to our breaking points
We have been broken
Sometimes
I feel like my worlds gone dark
And there just nothing I can do
But when that happens
I realize this gift
This gift I have been blessed with
This amazing angel
That god himself
Created just to take care of me
This angel has taught me how to love
How to care
How to understand
How to be a friend
How to be a true friend
How to believe
How to dream
How to get through the tough times
Because she does it
Most of all
She taught me how to get up
To stand up
To never give up
She taught me
That yeah life gets hard
But I have to be stronger than that
She taught how to be an amazing person
Because she is the best person I ever met
Now our lives haven’t always been easy
Or happy, sometimes not even good
We have been lost, devastated and at our breaking points
And yes we have been broken
But when it gets dark
And I think I wont be able to get up
There’s my mother
Holding my hand
And showing me the way
I only wish to be her
Only dream to be her
But at least I have her as my angel
Yes my angel
That’s all I ever would ask for
Thank you God
For creating her
Just For Me….
*For the "My Hero" Contest by Crystal Wilkins*
Unerringly she always knows
when I need a hug.
Or a friend to sit calmly by.
Never does she judge.
I hold her here within these arms,
when the sadness calls.
Lays her head upon my shoulder,
as my tears do fall.
With her overflowing patience,
she accompanies me.
In public, as to seem normal,
not reclusively.
She alerts me unobtrusive,
when fear overtakes.
A gentle touch and eye contact,
tells me I am safe.
Embodiment of humanity,
this hero of mine.
She gives to me daily,
healing over time.
Although she isn't human,
she has done wonders.
Emotional Support Animal,
I couldn't "Live" without her.
For the contest: My Hero
Sponsored by: Crystal Wilkins
Placement: 3rd
Entered in Crystal Wilkins"Childhood memories"
My funniest childhood memories when I was just four.
Hot summer day and the rain was pouring.
My mama doing dishes,me on the floor.
She said no you can't play.
Cried when she said no.
Ran and bite her butt.
Oh what pain.
Bite marks
Teeth.
My pain runs deep like the Red Sea
God has parted it, opening up my eyes for me to see
a clear view, the past in my review is forever dead to me
my pen is just a middle man I make bleed
My life in these lines for you to read
The reason we are different
Cuz I really done lived it
So much BS'll have you livid
But now I'm like deuces good ridden
Bible says cuz of Jesus I'm forgiven
So I'm going to give him the wheel
My wounds he will heal
See real recognize real
And salvation is free, you couldn't ask for a better deal
I'm living proof
God's word is the truth
See they ain't even aiming no more hanging out the window, they just letting loose
Pushing poison, messing with the youth
Don't matter what race you are, we all out here hanging ourself
All the b******* the media be feedin ya, you forget, there's always strings attached to the help
ALL this covid stuff is bad for your health
Fake concerns for your wealth
All these deaths
Covered up by these checks
We don't even see it but we're failing the test
United we stand, divided we fall, that's when we're at our best
Black lives matter, but flatlined lives matter too
This is bigger than being about me, or being about you
The reason I became a writer
Cuz I'm not a statistic
Or a 25 to lifer
I'm a fighter
A survivor
Learned a lil wiser
I might fall, but I'm definitely a riser
Each time head a lil higher
Realized the devil is liar
Now it's my choice
Not to be quiet, but to raise my voice
I think mankind's morality could use a hoist
We got to stop the hate, and in Jesus name come together and rejoice.
Jamie wilkins