Murder most foul.
All were shocked at the news.
Two vile daggers
pierced their broad chests.
All done quickly.
Jealous husband
would not forget.
Both struck:
blood seeped.
Sirens blared out.
One was saved from death.
It was me.
Born in Alabama and raised in Eatonville, she knew from an early age that there were big shoes she wanted to fill.
An authoress princess... with so much zest and finesse.
She spoke and wrote from deep within. She told 'trying' stories about her people, but mainly how they could win.
BLACK is beautiful!
This is what she proclaimed and wore—a powerful trumpet for truth that blared Black lore.
An authoress princess... with so much zest and finesse.
Stubborn as a goat and as pretty as an angel—she refused to follow the popular crowd. Instead, she spoke the unapologetic truth of her people loud and proud.
Soon, silenced and pushed into abject poverty, her trumpet was muffled to mute the sounds of her story.
An authoress princess with so much esteem. Through the rain, she let her sun shine, and before her day was done, she was elevated to queen.
countless dreams of you
when i open my eyes i start to feel blue
memories we shared
music we blared
I just never thought we’d be through
driving thru my city thinking bout you…
steering as the.. soft familiar harmonies sound thru
my stereo
our hearts were stuck together just like glue
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Distracted, I am just a rover.
For I have wandered in a field of fog
I cannot see or feel or know
Where I am going until the air had cleared
And a vast land displayed a great chateau.
Large mushroom like trees grow here and there.
With palms swishing lightly in the lawn,
But in the middle elves stand on guard
A beautiful woman is tied to a pole like a pawn.
I roll the magic rocks and a nasty sound blared.
The elves disappear and I quickly untie the beauty.
We run out into the fog and find a rocky patch.
She is hungry. The rocks yield berries fruity.
Danger lurk above as an eagle soared
She magically got a bow and shot down the bird
Others appear the fugitives must flee. A unicorn appears.
They climb upon the magic horse and spurred.
Now I have only one magic rock: what to do?
I wish to be back in my home and in laughter
We arrive safe and sound. We will be married
And you know what: we live happily ever after.
'Tis November,
Downpour!
The rain rained in torrents,
Potholes filled with flood,
Automobiles
Snailed their way to and from,
Our climate changed.
The wretched,
Made wretched
By corrupt officialdom,
Famished,
Drenched,
Huddled in makeshift shelters
Bemoaning their sorry state.
The flood transported
Lifeless bodies of street beggars
To the depths of big drains.
The sirens blared,
Indifferent state officials
Driven
To and from nowhere
By daredevil drivers.
My eyes stricken with grief,
My heart heavy with sadness,
Cascade of tears
From my grief stricken eyes.
I was so close to hell I could hear it through the wall
The music muffled but I could tell
they seemed to be having a ball
But stayed here, thanking God I wasn’t there
Holding everything that is dear as before I just didn’t care
So as the music blared and so many seemed to trample about
As only my heart cared and as to why tonight I didn’t let him out
I prayed to the Lord above like I sometimes prayed before
Just wanting to feel His Love to repair my heart beginning at its core
And as I still heard that music I thought to put it down in pen
Putting the words down so quick but felt I was writing for all men
The music soon began to dissipate
And things seemed to slow down
But as I lie there and ponder my fate
In my eyes you could see my frown
But the Lords love never change’s in even the weakest of His Children
I guess you could say He rearranges
some things every now and then
You just have to believe, and no matter how dark that road may be
Don’t ever let the devil deceive you
For one day, one Glorious Day
we shall all see
Radio’s on loud at the crack of dawn
though it blared to the full moon too
A couple of fans whir all day
though it’s mostly hot air they spew
A goldfish drifts belly-up in her bowl
dirt-clouds laze past the coral and shoal
The pall of her death stifles the air
where once breathed a maiden so fair
They ambled thru the town with out a care,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
People on the street all froze and stared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some gathered on their porches and watched
in their chairs, the momma and her baby, little bear..
Many grew scared as the sirens blared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Sheriff shot in his gun in the air,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some set traps in the woods to catch the pair,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Mayor put up signs to BEWARE of
the momma and her baby, little bear..
Eventually they wandered off some where,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
Conflicting waves ruffle the smooth blue static
hindering the ethereal progression of her path
Airiness sinks heavily to lean into leaden aqua
mistiness lingering, a foggy dolorous requiem
Practical currents, seem to have lost their step
as winds gust, only to die in competing dogma
Gone again are the gains to the losses gaining!
New rules implemented o’er the old as the sun
explicitly highlights flaws within its blared flare
Listless and restless tossing of the weary soul
aspiring to stay afloat in a much bouncier sea
Denying the salty sting, sways ‘long the bend
yielding painfully to a slower, upriver, journey
6/23/23
I remember the summers of my youth
in between boring academic years,
working as a beach boy
for some miserly few cents.
The smell of the sea spray
mingling with offensive smell
of sweat of dwarf donkeys
that galloped over the sand,
carrying smiling children
all the summer round.
Nor could I ever miss
the pungent reek of fish 'n chips
though come noon I would gladly
partake of a greasy piece.
I still can hear the laughter, though,
of children riding along the beach,
the roar of high waves surfing,
of young guys jumping and screaming
in the shallow waters of the bay,
the sight of skimpy bikinis,
the melodious music that always blared
announcing the ice cream man.
Tired, evening approached
day after one long day,
returning home to rest.
I always looked at the deserted beach
as the sun descended in the sea,
leaving behind it a long stretch of sand
littered with magical sand castles,
a record of the happiness
that ruled the beach those years.
The light I saw so bright, the stage it glared,
I felt I’d melt away in my shadow.
I found me lost enwrapped in shine of show,
as loud clamor of strife in mind so blared.
I sought solace in calm hermit forest,
followed winding contours, I reached nowhere.
I flew scaling the sky as there you were,
a bird of folded wings restive in nest.
The sky dissolved the cloud of dark dismay,
the mind in flood I felt never so strong.
Anchored in your longing, I faced the tide,
inside the storm forlorn I saw me stray.
I wished if you remained, me lured for long
enthralled, in home of bliss before I died.
_____________
April 19, 2023
Syllable count checked at HMS
Contest : I Died
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
The headlines blared “COVID-19 vaccines kill people!”
“More vaccinated people die of COVID than non-vaccinated!”
“COVID vaccines are a government conspiracy!”
Wait a minute, though.
Let’s think about this for a moment.
For argument, assume that the vaccines
Have no impact at all
On your dying of COVID-19.
The recent census figures say
About eighty percent of the U.S. population is vaccinated.
If our assumption that the vaccines have no impact at all holds,
Then we’d expect four times the death rate for vaccinated people.
(Eighty percent is four times greater
Than the twenty percent unvaccinated population.)
What even those who call the COVID-19 vaccines a killer admit
Is that the rate of deaths between vaccinated and not
Is far, far less than four-to-one in the United States.
It’s less than two-to-one by even the most extreme sampling.
What we must conclude, then, is that COVID-19 vaccines save lives.
The conspiracy theorists’ own data proves it.
Aren’t statistics a wonderful tool?
I'm falling asleep to
My own beating heart, dreaming
Of angels and peace
There once a time city blared
This time beloved city charms
In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked
Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions
She was my fate of progression
She rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade
Relinquishing her jades
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”
Freda and Freddie Foster were the first
To follow their festive mood at the Jukebox Jam
Owned by Sam
Willy Wendy James Jonesy and Jesse arrived
With Jolie Julia and Justine
Hey man Jesse said to Jonesy look alive
Socialize pump up the jukebox
Let's get this project started
I been waiting all week for this Jesse
Yelled to his friends. The jukebox blared
With the latest sizzling summer songs
And Sam was on the premises. Sam did the
Jig with Wendy while Willy watched and
Soon joined in
Jonesy and Julia James and Jolie all did a
New joyful jig so long to the jigful jam
Justine and James went up stairs and
Jammed up there. Man this jive is live!
Freddie hit the jukebox for another powerful
Dance tune. Ha! Ha! soon everybody did
The jig. We couldn't resist Sam said.
Yeah! Yeah! Jam on it!
James yelled.
Sam said he'd be closing after this last play
Man already? said Jonesy. Julia agreed, "What
A phenomenal night."
By Val Brooklyn Rogers Black Panther
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