Long Acappella Poems

Oh! Black Americans,  
Africa is your motherland 
And most Africans love you 
Not because you are called African Americans 
And lost your African mother tongues
And cultures. 
Being called Americans while speaking 
African dialects , suit...

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Poached, steamed, broiled, boiled, 
dried, fried  in soups and saucers, 
piled high,  their eyes bright, silver bodies shimmer in the harsh light of the hall.  
Fish and open mic night at Der...

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I remember in my heart the first time we met, I thought,
“He’s just not my kind of fella’”.
But I knew I was wrong, when on our third date, he sang to me,
“The Rest Of Mine”...

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Crooner one on one aloft the cupola          				           
Accolade acappella acappella     ...

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Kermit went into space one day aboard that illustrious rocket X.
Miss Piggy wasn’t far behind, so as to be there with her man.
Those W.I.E.R.D. frogs of mine, came along, hitching, for the ride.
Can you imagine...

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I stopped myself from writing a cheesy poem,
I stopped myself and held still like a stone.
Thoughts of lost love and distant memories
I stopped myself before I wasted my mind's calories

It sickens me that I've sunk...

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The song of Life

One begins life, sing it’s compositions in acappella.
During youth, throughout growth, hopes, to be a good fella,
singing in harmony with family, loved one’s, friends and Lovers,
as the orchestras, the bands, beat, hides...

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Tuning out everything
Except the sounds
Of burning candles
And the flow of black ink
Above a notebook page
Distinct sizzles
As the flames consume wicks
And letters converge upon the blue lines
Is life anything like 
Writing in the dark?
The sun has...

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Thinking of Whitney Houston for some reason ?
Her beautiful voice like flowers in your hair rising....
Acappella and such a strange vibration; people in motion
Spirits, love's potion ? Nay these altars nor volcanos; sacrificial
Blades their children...

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