Long Madah Poems
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I'm a woman
Yes, an African woman
Who knows her wants
And respects her deeds
I'm taught to respect
But I also deserve respect
To maintain my essence
And be the best me
I'm a reason
For multiplication
No woman
No generation
I make meals
To make it real
If they think it's a deal
Then I do have a choice
I'm born and will reborn
It's a beautiful thing
It's not just a story
Its my glory
Call me a woman
An adorable woman
An African adorable woman
A super African adorable woman!
#I'mawoman
#Anadorablewoman
#happyinternationalwomen'sday
I'm writing this down because I don't know how to express my feelings or emotions
I feel so much that I get lost in emotional adventures of anguish, sometimes of ones with angels
I am writing this down not to move on because the feelings and emotions remain in a place beyond time, accessible through the heart, but to remember without pain
To remember the words I didn't say and the words I should have swallowed
To remember the things I didn't do and the things I should have
To remember without pain -- to forgive myself
To understand the situation you and I were in
To grow and grasp the journey so far
11/23/18
No one ever had a more devoted super patron.
He marveled at every painting and poem I thought up.
He cheered at each of my gaudy crazy color choices,
He toasted all my thoughts with a golden glass tribute cup.
He wanted to buy all, the first time I had a white arts and crafts carnival tent.
I was against this of course, wanting a chance to sell to others, to share my soul.
This life is not yours, he said, you are more sensitive, artistic, heaven-sent.
But I wanted to sell to excited children, and their mothers, that was my goal.
My marvelous patron talked me into selling online, and that worked out for a bit.
I was gleeful and happy and awhirl with joy with each sale, so tried and true.
But when I went to visit him, and saw each painting in his home, I threw a hissy fit.
I wanted to sell to others, I said, I didn’t want all of them to be sold to you.
Now when I sell a painting or a poem, I run home all aquiver, excitedly glad.
Sales always chase away any insane feelings of disappointment or unexpected gloom.
I have a patron who believes in me, a man who is honest, and never a cad.
Best of all, to deliver it, all I have to do is walk to my own living room.
Mom and Dad's wedding picture
frames a glass-covered black and white frozen moment
with warm smiles
for invisible cameras.
He in his WWII uniform
of a first class private Republican
with recent patriotic death technology experience.
She in a white satin dress,
veil innocently pulled back,
rosy, more democratic, cheeks
even black and white monotheism
cannot fully suppress.
And,
I am in there too,
on their first day
of my realistic political and biological chance
to become
together
with who we are
together
this morning
in this home
in this town
in this State
in this Nation
on this Earth
In this time
of climate health and pathology
and spiritual health longing to belong
and economic health as probably less hoarded wealth
and political health and supremacist pathology
and mental health and issues,
crisis,
opportunities of Yang wealth
and risks of not yet enough restoring Yin-Matriarchal health.
This white satin laced bride
and this uniformed groom
smile together in black and white
monoculturing wedding pictured,
where white carries the main Yang history
while black
was lack
of negative information,
understory,
They too
had been understory health potentials
when my grandparents,
matriarchal and patriarchal,
smiled without black and white cameras
through their pre-WWI wedding days.
On back
through unrecorded 4D polyculturing histories
of full-color wedding days.
On back
to before patriarchal and matriarchal commitment smiles,
invested in future cooperative economies
and, preferably, synergetic family politics,
relationships and transactions
of all nutritional varieties,
had ever thought of public wedded vows
to love and cherish
potential Elders in Her EarthMother Womb.
Frozen moments
restoring new climate potentials
through cooperative commitments
to future lives,
their health,
our health,
Elders' health potential of wealth
all together
in this one black and white
wedding picture frame.
*Image of Best Startups by WMaga.
Madah: Highest Be Praised
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be true to the king that rule,
Praise be the realm his people's home,
Praise be the milestone a king and his throne,
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be an empire, built by love's desire,
Praise be passing looks of history books,
Praise be an emperor empire's virtuous measurer,
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be to our Lord of the Most High!
2022 August 26
Always lingering just beyond the realm of hurt
Emerging against whispers of the heart
Appearing against its hesitant pleas for caution
Showing up when the heart advices not to
Flourishing amidst uncharted moments
Thriving amidst an unexplored territory
Running away from problems unencountered
Unwanted eyes wide open
Witnessing the undesired scenes unfold
Crafting smiles amidst sorrows grasps
Severing ties that never truly existed
Enduring sleepless nights, questioning why
Does it trouble you to surpass the rest?
Elevate, unleash your untamed spirit, don your smile,
For it’s the essence of being human
Making occasional missteps in choices
An open invitation to amend and rectify,
And restore harmony once more