Sensing enjoyed company absorbs certain aspired mastery
Apropos bonding, bending, dancing, singing, respect remains
Embrace honesty, ensures unmoved beliefs, revered culture
Honored parents, sibling commend, recalls elderly picture
Harmony, ethical balance, promote oneness despite anarchy
Worldly pursuit defying humanly purpose deplete synergy
Justice upholds freedom, defined moments express liberty
Ebony the luxurious familiar of the old hag Hilda Hee
Laid across the spell book and refused to relinquish it to me
I had stolen away at midnight to grab up that missive too
Ebony laid around as heavy as he could be, which made me pretty blue
Raid the phantom zone
Alter eternity
Wavy into the sand blast the visions from constant visionaries
Silver soul and Golden spirit with a educated doom avowed inside the danger zone
Looming end echoes defend the treasured lights
Allocating my bones in the grave I am not destined to stay dead but to rise alive forevermore
Jesus you guide me wisdom is your words
Questions that appear all over the sky people have no answers only more questions
I see your light is an end to my fears
Worry now gone in death I see beyond it
I see new Life in You Jesus I see in You agape Love Yeshua Yahuah I know you are my eternal father
My best friend is My father in heaven who was who is and will always be
Thank you Jesus for creating me and waking me up to you deep within us all as our Holy Spirit code
Your code key to all creation you will return to us all I know this deep down
I know you never left us but are still here this moment and in each of us who exists you are within us all.
TO MY WILLED EBONY WORD FLOWERS
Tolling bells are ringing,
And mission purpose
Grows to its physical end:
Spiritual nourishment willed:-
Those who sow
Wisdom’s navigation
Will pass on and die,
But their Epistles
Will remain sermonic lessons
To be learned and actualized:-
While their white,
Lettered paper, may yellow,
The inking will remain black;
Teaching those holy lessons:
Washing needed feet, surpasses
Bloody hand washings:-
Though death is inevitable,
Likewise, is the suppressed word
And the revelation of its enlightenment:
And though it may flow slowly,
It flows to the mind's deepest depth,
And its ascension of mind is limitless:-
May the coming tears for me,
Forever hydrate the word flowers
Who seeds I’ve sown and left behind:
That they and my spirit may bear fruits
With energizing juices, nourishing liberation.
She moves like a smoky shadow
Ebony eyes with eclectic stare
Not knowing softness heart shallow
Rating hugs dismissing kisses shared
Youth was never an amber advantage
Understand she was taken for granted
The history of Black or African People,
And all of our People should be celebrated
Year-round: every hour, day, week, month, and decade.
The celebration must go on unabated,
All the time. The first couple,
Ever existed, had dark or ebony skin, said
Many credible historians,
Archeologists and great citizens.
The month of February is evidently too short.
Twenty-eight days are not enough,
To commemorate our Brave People, who've fought
And defeated ignorance, bigotry and slavery.
Three hundred and sixty-five days are not enough,
To honor the struggle of the Slaves who were brought
To different parts of the world. A century
Is not enough. Many centuries are not enough.
We need, every day and month of the almanac,
To celebrate, to remember the first Black
Couple, our ebony Ancestors,
Our Black Brothers and Sisters.
Copyright© January 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
every morning, I look at the top of my tall oak tree
expecting to see an ebony puma staring at me
his front paws draped over the crux of a limb
if he is a male, I shall name him Clem
Every morning, I look up there in anticipation
Hoping the big guy will meet my expectation
It has not happened, but I resolve to keep an eye out.
He’ll be there one of these days, I have no doubt.
MLK: THE EBONY HUED HUMAN DOVE
He came bearing a dream for humanity;
Teaching nonviolence, peace, and love:-
He was a drum major for human equality;
Sent down to us by the Creator from above:-
You slice through wind and rain
Like raven shaded sickles.
My ebony gargoyles,
Yet there is nothing monstrous
About the fine arc you follow as
You flare out into a flattering skirt.
Know that when you're final hour arrives,
And you fall onto my cheek
Like the hand of a gentle lover, your
Departure will be met with elegy.
Wrapped in a cloak of dreams, beneath the sky with an ebony brow,
I lose myself among the shadows of the night, seeking meaning amid paradox.
Butterflies of longing flutter through my soul, carrying silent echoes on their wings,
Filtering light through the rain of stars, with hearts of lost flames.
At dawn of thoughts, when the sun shakes its lashes of memories,
Time bends like an autumn leaf caught in a swirl of sparks.
You are a river of whispers reflecting fragments of dreams,
Make your way into me, like shadow into light, when the night secretly closes.
My soul reflects in the mirror, a wave of marine paradoxes,
When the moon sifts its golden sand, and the stars flow toward you.
We scatter like ash on water, carrying within us an unbounded longing,
In the deep silence of the sky, with dreams ignited in whispers of yearning.
Lay my path with petals of roses lost in the sunset,
And let my soul soar on the wings of untold time.
In my heart, paint with light, draw astral symbols,
Embrace me like the sea in a storm, beneath the sky of majestic dreams.
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
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