Christmas in Newyork
Fresh pigeon peas, jug Gug, a leg of pork
Turkey well marinated, freshly bake coconut bread
Line up to be place in the old brick oven,
Hammering above the windows as the rods goes up
Freshly varnish floor, glistening under the old oil lamp
Here I am once again alone on Christmas eve,
Drinking eggnog and soaking a Virginia ham in the sink
No caroling singing, in the background
Only my chosen pick on You tube,
My girl Toni Braxton, singing another sad love song,
My heart saddens, as I relived those memories,
Cold up North, a chill felt apartment
I long to be home, as little Annie again,
I got up and head to the kitchen sink
To seasoning my duck meat.
Before I get drunk and fall flat on my face.
I will always be a Caribbean girl.
Categories:
braxton, adventure, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
tercets
Braxton H. Gardner of north Kentucky,
progenitor of our family tree.
His marriage date was 1833.
Braxton Charles S. Gardner from our archive,
was his youngest son, born in ’45.
He barely recalled his father alive.
Barney Braxton Gardner, uncle of mine;
his sister, my grandma, mother of nine.
My father was namesake of his blood line.
Barney Braxton Jolly born in ‘11,
married his sweetheart in ’37.
These four have died and look down from heaven.
Ruth Braxton Jolly, that’s me, data fount;
only female in this list tantamount
of Braxtons quite an accomplished head count.
Darren Braxton Poteet, my younger son,
Braxton Lee Poteet, age 14, grandson
complete my list of six kinfolk Braxton.
November 18, 2020
Categories:
braxton, 11th grade, father, grandfather,
Form: Rhyme
the shy pecks of pink cheek snow-kisses ~
braxton hicks of twilight Autumn
11/21/2018
Categories:
braxton, snow,
Form: Crystalline
Hook: Want that Oscar Myer wiener.
Not a pretender a winner.
Far from a beginner
pure beef
put that ass to sleep.
They say the way to a man
Is his stomach
and he loves to eat.
Daddy loves to eat.
Sexuality, love fantasies, the drip.
Tasty fruit juices,
of my Daddy's lips.
Putting the cream in my cool whip
doing the dip.
As I proceed to take control.
Working my hips.
Love the way he sucks my tit nips.
Takes the downtown trips.
The way he looks in my eyes.
Lick my thighs.
Like Toni Braxton, making me high.
Emotions can't be disguised.
Boy you got that healing.
Give me such a good feeling.
Watching the mirrors from the ceiling.
Put my body in ecstacy.
Bring me fire and desire.
Like Rick James and Teena Marie.
Feeling the melody ,
of your heat beat
bodies in heat.
Wish I could do a repeat.
Put that **** on D.V.D.
You heard me?
Categories:
braxton, desire, emotions, fantasy, for
Form: ABC
Removing you from my system
would be like removing Marty McFly
from the space time continuum,
there'd be no future to go back to
Need you like Flintstone vitamins
stirred in cream of wheat,
you're that sweet on top of sweet.
Soundin like Sheneneh
when Martin would say
"Oh mah goodnehhh!"
You remind me of the good ol days,
when families had one TV,
and kids started school in one pair of shoes
wearing pants with iron on patches
and brought sack lunches with peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches that apples had flattened.
All thats ever been good,
you've magnified larger than
Tom Selleck's mustache.
Get Glad, tagged and bagged.
Quincy MD couldn't solve this mystery,
how you have me reminiscing how I love thee.
Toni Braxton could count em right in front of me,
and I'd still be looking at you like Ol school TV
Categories:
braxton, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
"A Spiritual walk"
as i lay here tonight
i fight in my plight
blooming within the night
like a beautiful dance across the light
the universe within my sight
a mixture of both pain & gain
this is where life will remain
to add color to the future
the giver gave his name
to escape the knowledge that was plain
freedom is what we gained
but only to remember is what was asked
remember remember the past
to be thankful for what lasts
love in you, shall not pass
despite the fragile frame
and the hallow shame
you are what remains
t can help release you from these chains
and give you a purpose to smile when it rains
thunder sparks the soul
you just have to hear it roll
and with the sands of time and warmth called life
patience can cleanse the back of knifes
by day and by night
we are usually out of sight
fighting for whats right
or faithful in Gods sight
the kingdoms in the heart
this is the focus of our art
love is the footprints of our start......
-John Braxton Griswold
Categories:
braxton, adventure, blessing, bullying, care,
Form: Light Verse
Why fight over different cultures
Don’t become like sniffling vultures
We live together with mixed races
One world in beautiful places
Black, brown, red, yellow or white
But all we do is argue and fight
Why can’t we live in harmony?
For that’s Gods plan, can’t you see
Many geniuses who lived and died
From various cultures and many tribes
Each discerning and want the best
Many learning, so full of zest
Musical genius like Bob Marley
Comedy hero Christopher Farley
China’s greatest, unique Brue Lee
Rock and roll star Elvis Presley
King of pop Michael Jackson
Magnificent voice of Toni Braxton
Italy’s finest, the ace Madonna
To watch them perform is such an honour
Many more from around the globe
Different skills, from different pros
The list just gets longer and longer
Freely they give their precious Wonga
So if you have talent, and want to be free
Don’t bother about your nationality
Inside were the same and I think your agree
There’s just one more genius waiting to be!
C Copyright 7th August 2013 K.C.Leake
Categories:
braxton, angel,
Form: Light Verse