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Black man, do you remember who you are?
Before temples were carved from stone,
before books whispered borrowed truths,
you were already divine.
You walked with spirit, not religion.
You read the stars and the rivers,
you spoke to the wind and it answered,
you heard God in the thunder and
saw His face in the lion’s gaze.
But now—
You kneel before foreign names.
You pray to faces that do not reflect your own.
They gave you their gods and took your land,
gave you a white savior and stole your soul.
How can your liberation come from
those who bound you?
Abraham is not your ancestor.
Jacob never tilled your soil.
David never danced to your drums.
Why then do you chant their names
and forget the names of your grandfathers?
Why do you reject your lineage
and embrace the chains that erased it?
They told you to forget your ancestors—
called your roots evil, your spirits demons.
Yet they revere theirs in books and statues.
What hypocrisy blinds you?
Spiritual suicide—
that is what you commit, daily,
when you abandon the sacred drum,
the sacred tree, the sacred fire.
When you see your oppressor’s god as your own,
you will always kneel beneath him.
How can you rise
while worshiping your captivity?
Wake up, Black man.
You are not lost.
The ancestors are waiting in the wind,
in the waters, in your bones.
They whisper still.
Remember your gods.
Remember the rhythm of your bloodline.
The power is not in Rome or Jerusalem—
it is in the dust of your homeland,
in the echo of your grandmother’s voice,
in the prayers said with bare feet
and a pure heart beneath the baobab tree.
Reclaim your spirit.
Reclaim your throne.
The world rejects you
because you have forgotten
how to speak your original name.
Speak it again.
And rise.
My dear children and grandchildren too.
From my heart, I speak to you.
No matter what any human says or do.
Only the Love of God is true.
When humans turn and walk away.
You'll find it's only He who'll stay.
You'll never, ever be alone.
Love cannot abandon One of His own.
The most trusted humans in life.
Will cut you with betrayal as with a knife.
No matter what a human says to you.
You cannot trust everything they do.
Each time I'm left wounded on the ground.
I've sensed my Father presence is around.
With Bible close next to me, I take a nap.
I image me crawling up in His lap.
Like a blanket His love will cover me.
The sorrow leaves and I feel free.
He's never failed, no not one time.
To soothe and comfort this heart of mine.
With eyes closed imagining His perfect love.
Arm's reaching down to me from above.
Lifting me my from my pool of misery.
As waves of His love wash over me.
In His presence I feel so safe.
As glory radiates from His face.
He touches my heart and makes me smile.
As I snuggle close to Him for awhile.
Soon a warmness covers my skin.
Next is when the tears begin.
I say things like "Lord, I just don't know!"
Why You love this Sinner so!
I disobey you everyday.
Yet, You still love me anyway!
I'll turn my back on You for anyone.
When they do it to me, to You I run.
Your PERFECT! love just blows my mind.
You're right here waiting for me every time."
My children, the true measure of God's love for you.
Is recorded by what Jesus CHOSE! to to go through!
Abandon caution. Let the dance begin.
The dance of life you simply cannot shun.
Let worries go, so joy can now flow in.
Let bare feet touch the sand; stretch to the sun.
Let sun’s bright rays embrace you. Take the chance
that you’ve avoided; it’s still not too late.
And don’t forget- it’s better when you dance
with someone special. Do not hesitate
to grab a partner – one who will be true.
It’s much more fun than dancing all alone.
Don’t take too long. Find someone who gets you -
whose steps match yours even when you’re windblown!
The shade is always there for you to stand in.
Dance brightly when you can – with abandon!
June 15, 2018 For Brenda Chiri's Abandon Poetry Contest
EMPTINESS CHASING
Emptiness chasing me
Encircling, enclosing encompassing !
Through final stage of life I am passing :
Where can I flee?
Life transcending to last phase,
Dull hazy sky above to gaze,
None to blame or to praise.
Static, stagnant without glamour or glee.
Mind walks on emptiness
Lone sailor on voyage, sailing aimless.
Nothing to achieve more.
Nothing to lose from core.
Nothing new to explore.
Matters little being careful or careless.
All the achievements turned obsolete.
Mattered very little whether in victory or defeat
or stayed behind or touched summit .
Everything seems now meaningless ,
dragging life purposeless !
At end of path me bound to abandon .
all desired collections !
The last realisation.
The echo of the river could be heard
Flowing across the sand and stone
Beckoning to my heart’s hope for love
Mystery coloring the moon and stars
With sensations of promises emerging
His work calloused hands touched my skin
With a gentleness that soothed my spirit
Caressing my soul with truth and strength
Discovered within a man who knows passion
Nurtures the dreams as much as the feelings
My skin has never felt so loved or adored
With a sense of total abandon, he whispers
Compassion across my dreams of romance
Taking my mind into places it has never been
Filling my thoughts with visions of inspiration
Delighting my aspirations with discernments
Insights into miracles that come from birthing
Love and adoration for the union of souls
The blending of two hearts, two hopes, two joys
Who will know the breath of genuine affection
He touches me in a way that feels like a song
Dancing across my soul with gentle feelings
Gesturing my heart to know the desire born
Of secret chances, intensity and urgency that knows
God sent us to each other, two who share one fantasy
It is this memory that tortures me with it’s intensity
Dusty Old Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
July 31, 2020
“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
Another day soaked in the melody of your musical memories.
Breathless I seek, for a rosy gleam of morning glories,
cascading calming beams in tangerine tints, where~
dulcet dreams still linger over sun-kissed meadows,
engraved with clandestine seeds we’ve scattered across
fields of fireflies flaring childhood sagas woven with
glistening ink flowing in sapphire syllables, like
hypnotic hieroglyphics carved from tears left untold. Yet~
I ponder, what is heaven like, without me, by your side, do you still laugh,
joyously to the thoughts of how we swirled and twirled like
kindred spirits, lost in our own sacred spheres ricocheting with,
lyrical light, that emanated emerald euphoria..
Maybe, in the elysian castle, where you reside, angels would,
never let you forget promises we made beneath moonlit skies,
on the nights when the world too did abandon~
peacock-feathered peacefulness that we truly deserved, despite our,
quivering hearts, that beat in tune to the grief-struck stars…
Remember me, when fragrant flowers flourish in colors of~
soft mauve sunsets, we painted in butterfly brushstrokes.
Tonight, I’m listening to the waves whisper serene serenades,
unraveling sparkling tales of your seraphic realm in
violet verses, for I am still healing, alone, reminiscing,
wishing, someday, when every jewel in the horizon falls in~
xanthic streaks, like autumnal leaves, wilting to the absence of,
your loyal presence, I’ll find a canvas, to immortalize this love~
zestfully; while souvenirs of yesterday’s twilight twinkle, you remain the poem of my soul.
Nature and nurture clash inside her restless mind,
Unarguably adrift, a vessel lost in time.
Her head cradled in clouds, soft as whispered lies,
Unrelenting storms brew behind distracted eyes.
Bereft of understanding, incorrigible flame,
She burns through warnings, reckless, without shame.
A fragile adolescent tangled in revolt,
Pregnant with tomorrow’s pain, a story left untold.
Anguish coils like smoke, shading tears in the rain,
Sorrow seeps through cracks, a slow, unyielding stain.
Foreboding hangs like thunder, heavy on the heart,
Each choice a fracture, tearing worlds apart.
Distrusting hands reach out, but she slips through their grasp,
Unreliable, disappointing — the echoes of a gasp.
The fire she set consumes the fragile walls of trust,
Selfish flames licking, turning hope to dust.
In reckless abandon, she shatters fragile peace,
Without regard for the pain, the ache that will never cease.
Peer pressure, abortions carved in shadow’s deep,
A delinquent’s path where sorrow never sleeps.
Her wrong is a sorrow thick with unspoken blame,
A weight that bends the sky, drowning out the flame.
And yet, beneath the storm, the heavy, trembling night,
A young soul fights the darkness — lost, but holding tight.
Like a seed deeply asleep in a pot of soil,
I lived life peaceful and still without toil.
As the seed grew, every day I poured water,
I too grew alongside it, in a frame of forever.
Like a teabag filled by hand of green leaves,
I look back on memories of all days, eves.
As the teabag floats upward in cup of water,
I realize I too will rise up soon without falter.
Like drops of water evaporating to the sky,
I see forward to times I am no longer shy.
As the drops return, I'll appreciate life more,
For I'm like water in every form, never a bore.
Like a lost soul, I was drowning for so long.
Now I see to whom it is I'm meant to belong.
As I save myself, breaking surface of a pond,
I realized I cannot abandon my sacred bond.
Gonna wash mi feett;
Cause they sure do smell;
As I wash my teeth;
My mouth is all is well;
When I’m a sleep;
Sweet dreams I deem;
Won’t be abandon as it seems;
This here nightmare it ain’t real;
I continue to sow, what I reap;
I know longer have smelly feet;
I’m on the right track, I don’t creep;
Once a lost soul, now I belong to the Lord;
Once had a cold stone heart;
Now been soften by Father
Once had a big-big-big part;
I allowed Him to enter in
Once dark, now light
Once lost now found
Once harden now soft
I am now alive
Alive alive, alive
I continue to sow, what I reap;
I know longer have smelly feet;
I’m on the right track, I don’t creep;
Once a lost soul, now I belong to the Lord;
Once dark, now light
Once lost now found
Once harden now soft
I am now alive
Alive alive, alive
9/29/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Lover's rock at the end of town
is underwater now despite the
drought and water pipe ban
in place
Because you see the politicians
could not unite on common ground
and overcome the red tape in order
of how to fix it
So the dam wall was eventually
breached
Because so to the child who was
trying to plug the leak with his
finger
Had to leave as well as his paper
round was due to start early
that fateful morning
And you see had to abandon his
post as there was a far more
pressing matters and crisis
he had to attend at home
Because be was the only 1 in
his family who possessed a job
And the sole bread winner who
was charged with putting
food upon his family members
plate otherwise without him
they may well have starved
And they were already drowning
in debt
So what more harm could
possibly befall them than a
bit of water possibly could
do that hadn't been caused
or done alreay