LOCUS
In that space
I knew, silence
I knew, ugliness
She pulled on her bow
The silhouette of muscle
Under flesh
The sound
Of a million breaths
All, a singularity
A locus, our universe blooms
A medium
For understanding
The true measure of beauty
Who, has seen what I see
Who, has heard what I hear
So much courage is willed to the senses
Such is our obsession to witness
I have known true beauty in the simplest of things
Yet, been wounded by it's presence, but once
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Jacqueline du Pré - cellist
(26 January 1945 – 19 October 1987)
lo·cus
'lok?s
noun
1.
TECHNICAL
a particular position, point, or place.
2.
MATHEMATICS
a curve or other figure formed by all the points satisfying a particular equation of the relation between coordinates, or by a point, line, or surface moving according to mathematically defined conditions
I dedicate this poem
To my inner child
A poem should have been
Written long ago
I begin to write
Hello, younger self
A poem about you
I will create
So I will write now
We've been through a lot
There has been good times
Yet many sad times
Many tears we shed
To have lakes, rivers
Oceans, streams, and seas
All named after us
Younger self, you must know
The past is done gone
look ahead instead
All those hurt memories
Are all long gone now
Don't live in the past
it gets you no where
Time to lok ahead
Lok at me, and look at me again,
do look again, now look deep within
I smile through tears, I bear all your pain!
trust in me and let me wash your sins,
cross I carry is of your burden
blood you see is your blood through my skin!
path I walk on are hardship laden,
the lashes that cut me hate smitten,
I take pain so your visions widen!
from the day the apple was bitten,
evil has coursed through all of your lives,
I come to redeem thee, it’s written!
lashes bite like million bees from hives,
they may crucify me high with nails,
trust in god for he takes what he gives!
be amongst you ever in spirit,
look at me, and look at me again,
reborn, see me in each child there is,
I smile through tears, I bear all your pain!
Written 6/12/2023
God’s only son- poetry contest
Regina Mcintosh sponsored
9 syllables each line
5 tercets and one quatrain = 19 lines
aba bcb rhyme sequence.
I say do
you say don't
you say will
i say won't
you talk a little
i talk a lot
you, calm
me...not
I will argue
you will discuss
you walk away
while i'll fight
and fuss
i am a worry wort
i question everything
you have a modow....
Reveal nothing
But,
as a team?
We are a well
oiled maching
doing our parts
responsably
yet,
if one asks
how we made it
so long,
the answer is
simple..
Time flies by
and the years
are gone
now here we are
20 years has passed
are we weaker
or stronger is
the question
we ask
one things for sure
as we lok in the
mirror..
I have gray hair
and you have
no hair
we laugh at our
differences as
we each say......
I LOVE YOU
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Never Forget
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: September/2008
Ebony Ah-fhe kah
Ame kah
Me'Zak-kah Zoo-zak
Fay lok-bah ha dada
Ki'Wah he tah
Black African American
don't ever forget
where you come
from -
they drafted me too the army that day fighting for the south they said linchon must pay!as the war drug on sometimes my only weapon was a stone!ihadno shoes they wore off my feet andi didnt even care if the blacks went free iwas not a avocate of slavery!isen a northern man go down and picked up his gun firing in self defense and went iwent too retrive that mans gun i realized it was my only son!he went to fight for the north because he was in love with a slave girl!now i sit her on this feild commiting treson tooo the south i wish i would get a bullet in the head i'vd lostevrything i wish i was dead,how can i return to my wife and lok her in the eye!
I say do
you say don't
you say will
i say won't
you talk a little
i talk a lot
you, calm
me...not
I will argue
you will discuss
you walk away
while i'll fight
and fuss
i am a worry wort
i question everything
you have a modow....
Reveal nothing
But,
as a team?
We are a well
oiled maching
doing our parts
responsably
yet,
if one asks
how we made it
so long,
the answer is
simple..
Time flies by
and the years
are gone
now here we are
20 years has passed
are we weaker
or stronger is
the answer we
grasp
one things for sure
as we lok in the
mirror..
I have gray hair
and you have
no hair
we laugh at our
differences as
we each say......
I LOVE YOU
It was a good day, there’s a smile on my face.
I feel some peace and with it came grace.
I started to feel old and patience was thin,
From all the ashes came a place to begin.
I don’t even know what direction to go,
As daylight shines I hope it will show.
I just take one step and then another,
Hoping somehow, this life can recover.
I feel quite content I have to say,
None of the bad shall get in my way.
The sun set like so many times before,
I seem ambitious for what is in store.
I look at the sky and wish upon a star,
Hoping the distance is never too far.
I start to find my way though it is dark,
I try to find a place to make my mark.
The stars appear like diamonds in the sky,
Challenging my courage to learn how to fly.
I think deep inside my heart it still knows,
There seems no boundary as confidence grows.
The moon glows and it doesn’t seem dark,
I climb a hill on the far side of the park.
I lok down below and everything’s still,
It seems like life is held against it’s will.
I make my way home it’s been a long day,
It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way.
The world seems at peace and I am a part,
Tranquility grows from inside my heart.
Look into my eyes......
What do you see??
Do you see me wear my heart on my sleve
Do you think I am crazy for being me?
If I was to lok into your eyes what would I see?/
Look into my eyes......
What do you see??
Do you see me wear my heart on my sleve
Do you think I am crazy for being me?
If I was to lok into your eyes what would I see?/
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