The ebony boots should have tripped ‘em,
glamour locked in a snapshot.
Party was dead ‘til
dolls showed up.
Owned
that
hard wood floor.
Pink polka dot stripes,
so busy but they worked it.
A hit with that white hot smokey eye.
EBONY REVELATIONS
We are not
Their Hams,
We are Lambs
Of the Lord:
Our Liberator:-
Their race-based
Biblical thoughts,
Are as winter snowballs,
Falling into the fires of hell:-
At 2 a.m. the engine hums & the road awaits his tread,
A departing message on the front door camera to his wife and two kids, as he slips away in dread.
The house is warm, the night is cold, his heart is torn in two, for love is here, but duty calls,
"its the career he chose afterall".
He knows the sound of silence well, when fathers must depart,
He lived it as a boy himself—those echoes scarred his heart.
Hi-Vis uniform, the heavy boots, cigarettes comfort the pain,
Now he repeats his father’s path, the cycle forged again.
He grips the wheel, his knuckles white, his head weighed down with ache!
Each road he drives a silent vow: “I do this for their sake.”
The Coal Mine swollows up his days, the dust, the grind,
A job at home is the dream he holds, to leave no
family need behind.
And though each departing cuts him deep mile by mile,
He builds a future, stone by stone, for those who make him smile.
A father’s burden, masked with pride, though loneliness may sting,
For in his sacrifice he gives his children everything.
Liquid kisses from licorice lips
Onyx lover with thick heavy hips
Vivid love language lavender whiffs
Ebony clouds of hair at finger tips
I wrote verses on sullen wings of a lonely lark
romantic phrases I had written in perfect rhyme
but the avian flew off when night grew dark
I wrote no further poetry for the longest time
A beautiful blue jay then landed upon my lawn
I wrote such sweet prose on his sapphire wings
He spent many nights but at the cusp of a dawn
he left searching for other pleasures life brings
I answered the mating call of a handsome raven
Love sonnets I inscribed upon his ebony wings
He stayed for years with me in our safe haven
before I became one of the raven's castoff things
I shall no longer place trust in those who take flight
I lost them all and for a time, my torn heart bled
On restless wings of others, I'll never again write,
trusting myself to compose upon my wings instead
Keep caramel hope in your sweet heart
Let it guide you despite days so dark
The Statue of Liberty may shed a tear
But we shall not be moved from here
Salty smiles vile white wicked words
Try to knock down what you heard
Content of chocolate character on display
Never mind the hate be you you’re great
If you weren’t why would they try
So hard to discourage with lemon lie
There is no point in beating dead horse
The ancestors anointed you of course
Your skin is a blend of all who were denied
Say less licorice lips and more ebony eyes
You use sex to live as a means to pay
Attention not to mention evade escape
Any responsibility in bills mortgage or rent
Pretending to love like you are heaven sent
You’re good at what you do making lovers a fool
Only thing you own between your legs a tool
Like butter your words melt like moth to flame
You sleep earn your keep playing mind games
Often attractive at least in their ebony eyes
But what if wisdom strikes they denim decide
To face teal truth look within them within you
find what is worthy of being used blue truth
You say you watch the kids instead of work
Not to say homemaker’s job isn’t God’s work
But you’re not an asset rather a dependent
You’re healthy not wealthy without even tent
Too lazy to work you don’t even panhandle
The nerve to be a jerk feelings manhandled
You’re like a lime leech sucking money green
And resources you eat don’t provide anything
You must grow inside pull your own weight
Have you ever tried to be an adult any day
Mental health issues are no excuse to fake
If I see you others do too make honest way
At midnight, a silent ocean of ebony rises,
a black lung stretching over my fragile ribs,
and the bed becomes a cold altar where the body rehearses its disappearance,
a sanctuary of shadows dancing on the edges of unknown dreams.
The footsteps vanish, leaving room only for insects quietly gnawing the lampshade,
small mouths reminding me how delicately the light fades,
and how the story unravels in the darkness that flows gently,
fragments of time and memories falling like the leaves of an eternal autumn.
But in this abyss of silence, a memory shines defiantly,
a spark defying the deep silence of the night,
wishing to preserve the light even when darkness sings its final note,
and hidden voices whisper of the rebirth waiting on the horizon.
I rise from my stone altar, seeking to rewrite the lost words,
in a world awakening with each sunrise,
a universe where even shadows embrace their beauty,
an eternal journey toward the light, beyond the boundaries of night.
We are not your Hams,
We’re Lambs of the Lord:
Our Liberator!
Your race-based biblical thoughts,
Are as snowballs sent to hell:-
Black as the night
My sable soul sings
Songs praising Nubian
Ancestors dancing
To treed thoughts
Rooted in the womb
Of my pregnant
Poetic mind…
Such is the essence
Of poetic labors of love
And the orgasmic Nile flow
Of impregnating
Words of wisdom
Watering inspiration
And thigh-warming
Navel awareness
Rebirthing chosen
Mission purpose…
Indeed my beloved
Ancestors:
To not know where
We go from here
Is bad
And not to engage
In working out
Where
And how
Is worst…
As a deaf person who hears with heart
I view sea sounds with emerald eyes
The crashing waves seem to charge
And sea gulls wings animate their cries
I smell blue water and it seems to me
It’d be a shame not to “hear” with feet
As I splash with delight sinking in ecstasy
Like tan sand I give into power of healing
I listen to the white wind with my tan skin
It sends my hair sailing like black boat
The scent of seashell makes me grin
I imagine the sound is a lot like hope
Echoes of the silent shore
Ricochet off rainbows and candy clouds
I know the deaf hear more
For the sounds of nature are so loud
EBONY WE ON THE WAY
Beating our drums
singing our songs
rhythmically
foot printing
our hued feet
with eyes
still on the prize
and the summit
brightly in sight
we be proudly
marching
in blues-jazz
liberty
faithfully assured
no sisyphus-like
rocky rolling
oppression tappings
can get us offbeat
in our sojourn
to mountain to
liberation
awaiting
the dream’s
reality
for the ebony we:-
YOU EBONY COQUETTE!
Your blossoming face,
Your teasing cherry balm lips;
Irresistible!
May you ever be my tease;
Satisfying my desire:-
Thighs so brown and thick
Ebony eyes that have depth
I’m that weird poet chick
Who eats alone writing poems
I know I look self absorbed
My papers are my best friends
And my pen rights my sins
I’m so proud of my loud thoughts
That I jot them down like
Plato or Aesop didn’t beat me
I figure perhaps someone will drink
From the same poetic fountain
Maybe find some solace
In my paper mountain
The reality is that I am free
To be myself single rather boring
But at peace with my poetry
Ebony soul with moonstone eyes
Onyx spirit blazing body into stardust
Ashes that are splashed into the universe
Glittering like silvery stars
Passion that paints the universe
Love joy hate pain raining down on galaxies
Inspiring new beings new worlds new creations
To touch stardust one must wonder
And abandon the old world old body
To find the new life in the deepest place space
With winged mind released by flight
Stardust will unite to create beautiful images
With purpose and grace
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