Christmas Black African American Poems | Examples
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This neighbor I begged to be family
Is back on crack
He is having fits
I had to call off my new job
He doesn't get it.
He just said I can leave in a fit.
I knew this day would come
I pray for a housing miracle this Christmas season.
I am tired of being around fake poor spirits.
God give me a reason
I threw up today at work and got right back to work
God has to help this situation it truly hurts
Black peoples pain may come from history
But black women's pain comes from our men
who refuse to look within
and live a life of sin
I pray. I know God got it. I grin.
I am dreaming of a pitch-black Christmas night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seen
In the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and bright
And the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
I am dreaming of a dark black Noel night
Where all babies experience and see while asleep
The jamboree that I'm enjoying under the beam light
Of a flying sleigh. What I am saying is incredibly deep.
When the sky is pitch-black, there's always a party in Heaven
The angels wear an array of colors with their Sunday best
God sits atop, right in the middle of the feast in Eden.
I'm dreaming of a marriage between darkness and brightness
Where there is no evil, there is no Hell in man's consciousness
I‘m not sleeping but I'm dreaming like Baby Jesus in the nest.
Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Merry Christmas Merry Christmas lighten up
Its the birth of Jesus
Go on decorate the tree
Come on lets bake some cookies
Joy is around your family's there with you
Come on let's dance and sing too
Give presents to each other and spread the cheer.
Stay all together and Happy New Year
Dear God,
First and foremost I want to thank you for another year/ some healthy kids so I don't have to shed another tear/ A little less debt that I can put in my rear/ And for the simple fact I can yell out "I'm Here!!!"/ This has been a horrible year/ not just for me / for us all/ I ask that you keep us united/ because divided we fall/ This is suppose to be the times of family and of love/ please let this time be the same/ I'm pleading for your grace and glory from up above/ Wholeheartedly speaking not playing any games/ In closing I wanna say another day is nothing but another teacher/ I thank you for the life I live and I thank you for my physical features/ All I ask and pray is that you would cure me of these seizures/ I ask and praise you for all these things in Jesus name...Amen
12/1/20
Christmas Poetry
Regina McIntosh
Happy Holidays and Happy New Year
May your Christmas pie
miss, your eye
and your mouth
receive great cheer!
Happy New Year
aka: lyricvixen
it that time
you draw no line
have music of all kind
they sing soul and rap
goes on until dust
r/b soul and pop
its\
sprit of christmas
AND HIPHOP
What Christmas Means To Me
By Ruby L. Perry/ rubylperry@gmail.com
Christmas is a festival of Expressing the Gratitude of what God has brought to us through Christ Jesus; For the Love, we have for one another. We thank God for the trees that bloom and the vine that grows. We thank God for the darkness at night and the light that shines through the day. We thank God for the snow, the rain, and the light the Sun brings. We thank God for the Carrols that we sing, that makes us feel the brightness of spring. We thank God for the Spirit of the Living God in whom we Praise because He is Worthy to be Praise. We thank God because He is real to my soul even when I am old. We thank Him because I love Him in my own special way. He Loves me first and I feel Blessed in spite of my difference. We thank God because He is All in All and guides us, beside us, in us from the beginning to the end; Ordering our steps in His special way. We give All the Praises, All the Honor, All Glory, All Power to Him in Jesus name I Pray, Amen.
Researched by Julius L. Lawrence Jr. Minister Elder of Communication/Encouragement Counseling
www.Facebook.com/julius.lawrence1
Bless China and Mao Zedong
I have partly decorated my Christmas tree bless the Chinese for
the blinking fairy light, blue and yellow strings I think symbolise angels’ hair
not that I have seen any angels with blue-rinsed hair.
I haven`t put up any baubles this year it is a bother to put them on the twigs.
My shoes are bought in the same shop they are ok, but don`t last long,
I feel guilty now my socks and undergarment are made in China
that is how you destroy a country`s economy buying from abroad; it`s cheaper
for us on the low income, it is a vicious circle, more people get laid off they have
little money and had to but underwear and socks shop at a Chinse shop.
The wage for workers in the USA is now so cheap Pakistani factories are moving to
Detroit and Michigan, but for it to succeed the Americans have to build better
roads and new bridges. I digress the tree is fit for purpose comes in 3 sections and can
easily be kept in the shed until next year.
So bless the Chinse for making our Christmas possible this year too
Chitterlings
China calls them feichang
Children hold their noses
Chicharrón down on Guam
Chunchule in Chile
Chew them up with hot sauce
Chunks of pig intestines
Chitlins cookin’ at home
12/20/16
My Merry Christmas Party Pleiades Poetry Contest -Edited - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
often cooked varied styles
one soul-food dish joyed
over large gatherings,
on holidays choose first
ordinary love fest
originate in Spain
oven baked are the best!
My wife told me she invited Santa to dinner
But it is not Christmas and this is summer, but should I let him enter?
What shall we serve?
Should it be potluck at the last minute and is this what Santa deserves?
However, Santa will bring his reindeer troop
They are big enough to be their own group
The meal must be done right
The stars are giving the wink in get cracking tonight
Otherwise when Christmas finally comes, my house could become a drive over by
Then my Children will start to cry
Every effort on my part being a try
Santa’s HO HO HO will be an affirmative NO
Then I will respond with SO
I need someone to feel me on this
Because my Wife may not give me a kiss
I can only image Santa passing my house for the first time
All of the coal that would be mine
Now I guess I could serve some nice champagne
But if Santa gets drunk, guess who will be the blame?
I can just see the Headline, ”Santa gets a ticket for being drunk”
All the children around the world would a lot of bunk
Well Santa has the invite
Now as the Host, I must be polite
Otherwise, it will be a guest of probably might
But for now I extend my Good Night.
work
the genes are stitching
it is the gravity of the past
the weight of planets descending
invisible uncarpeted
stairs
it is the man on land
in asking why the drowning man
grasps at straws
the master looks on, very perturbed,
distracted, as if
thinking of something else
very busy
distracted by all the great effort, all the good things,
he has wrought , in spite of
everyone else
with their skinners in the bossman's
pocket
My grandma told me to take god hand and start grasping it tight
I was asking Santa for somewhere to crash at some nights
Christmas times means more pampers and wipe’s
Grew up chased money like Casper at night
I’m fly look at me I can master my kite
You can be anything if you imagine right
Hooper’s trying to escape the bull and get drafted like mike
Finally got cut I can’t remember if I was smashing it right
We was struggling hustling moving Grammies at night
I should of won a Oscar or became a doctor or some
She searching for her baby father I remember when she wouldn’t let no one hit
You rather hit 3RD base or be in first place
I’m a king in my dreams I think about ancestors my birth place
If you look from my angel you’ll see my angel
When it’s just you in the mirror do you see the change to
"Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute.
I just pose as one on the internet and in
the streets. That's how I get pigs like you"
said the woman with an evil grin. "I know
you didn't think a woman
as beautiful as my wife would be
interested in someone like you." Said a
tall figure as he emerged out
of the darkness behind the shackled man.
With fear in his eyes the shackled man
asked who they were.
"My name is Linda Locklear and this is my
husband Rusty Locklear." "Enough with
the small talk Linda go
get the work tools." As you command
daddy". Walking past their victim into the
darkness Linda grabbed the
cold steel push cart and brought it to
Rusty. "Will you just look at all these toys"
Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at
Christmas. "What do we have here?"
Reaching her arm out in the motion of a
snake
Linda became sexually aroused. "We
have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun,
and an ice pick"
Linda's voice was filled with excitement.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown
Philosopher
CHRISTMAS CAROLERS
Come list' my dear to Christmas, 'tis the sound
of children's voices ringing soft and dear,
it calls to mind some hope may still be found
within a world that lives in constant fear.
Oh what a change the world's been going through
since first we met one winter Christmas eve,
and all I ever had, the gift of you,
is all I ever needed to believe
that peace on Earth would be all of our days
and now just hear these children sing along,
perhaps we judge them harshly, in some ways,
for don't they seem the picture of their song?
How could one think our children do not care,
when there's so much of Christmas they now share?
© ron wilson aa vee bdosa the doylestown poet