Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.
What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?
Have they recoiled on the sudden encroachment
Of stale seas
Or have they rolled out drums for Haley’s ROOTS?
Between Kamby Bolongo of watery essence
And the forested, warm plains of Juffure, ROOTS!
And drums fashion themselves out for Kinte,
Who must tap gently the face of the drum
For earthly summons.
From sinuous, valleysome frontiers backward,
We yodel loud,
Fronting bands of ROOTS.
We are shocked and in tears
But the mirror doesn’t see our sadness
Here but not here
Gone but not gone
Today we pray and lean on those closest
Wanting to cling as close as the Holy Ghost is
Wanting to say “hi” one more time
Or to even have a chance at saying good-bye
He roots this is the finale
How long can she dilly dally?
He thinks she's quite cute
If in her birthday suit
Trump's sure to pollute Nikki Haley
Eye candy of literacy
Sit with me under the poet tree
It's colorful leaves with windy wet dreams
Glowing growing holy wise sandy seas
Raining sonnets psalms songs of gold
Beige yesterday, neon now, future silver soul
Of foreign of home
Of saint sinner some other zone
This black leaf is Emily
So dark smart sharply bleak
The red leaf rouge and profound
As Alice Walker's words painting nouns
The blue leaf a jazzy ballet
Of sonnets haikus John Lennon's yesterday
The green leaf with promises of now
From music the ears of poetry sound
Alex Haley, Dr Seus, ancient poets and the new
Prophetic stars of heart and writer monsoon
Romantic rage roulette of moon
All are priceless jewels alone or in unity
All behold gifts of God, heart,soul, poet tree.
Look for the boy with the dark brown sweater
'cause we all know he'll make it better
Look for the boy with the headphones
'cause hes rockin' out to stereo
and singing along to billy jole
Look for the boy with the tiger tattoo
'cause he always knows what to do
Look for the boy with the ice blue eyes
cause he'll comfort you through the night
Look for the boy that owns my soul
'cause we both live through rock an' roll
Haley gave up the ghost today,
all we could do was cry and pray.
She'd suffered so long, her whole life,
disease had wracked her body with strife.
Cystic Fibrosis did her in,
choked her lungs and kept her thin,
poor little child, we knew her well,
spending so much time in hospital hell.
She barely made twenty-one,
and now her short life's said and done.
We cried for her mother, in such grief,
but to Haley, by God, death was a relief.
©Danielle White
there was a boy named don
he never did anything wrong
then one day he met haley
who was a little bit shady
they began to date
their lives were filled with
one day they decided
to live amongest the
so haley chopped off her head
don was so depressed
so he pressed
a knife to neck
and in a sec
he sliced his throt
Haley Rose, my beautiful girl,
Do you know you are my world?
The stars above can never compare
To my love for you through the years.
I think about you every single day
And each night I bow my head and pray
That God will keep you in His caring hands
To give you love and comfort while I can’t.
My sweet Haley, you’re growing so fast.
It’s hard to believe twelve years have passed.
I still see your smile when I close my eyes.
If just for a while you’re back in my sight.
I’ve missed you since I had to let you go
And I just really wanted you to know
We’ve loved you since the day you were born
And each and every day we love you more.
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