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Love is a thing that grows like a vine
It's message is clear just look for the sign
It's like a flower that grows from a seed
It's beauty will provide all that you need
It's strong enough to survive the hardest of task
Yet soft enough to let go of all of its mask
For there is no need to be what your not
If the one you love loves you a lot
When in love you forgive all the mistakes
And take more than you ever thought you could take
You learn to share more than you should share
As well as care more than you should care
Love is two people doing all that they can
To share in the power and joy of the land
Love is two people blessing each others hearts
And keeping the world from tearing them apart
Love is drying each others tears
And love is facing each others fears
Love is the beginning as well as the end
It's the comforting words of a dear friend
Love is till death and after its gone
The one left alone shall always love on
And after death conquers the left alone mate
Love is the other waiting at the gates
By Tanvir Mostafa
Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps that thought belonged to their own time, not this..
This is the time of anarchy, violence, and indiscipline,
We find people talk about problem and suffering.
Now people deal with science and technology,
But many noble souls died for their ideology..
People in this modernity, with what they have, can’t remain happy, Their restless minds still chase a missing harmony.
How can I embrace the sayings of poets?
Instead of love and peace, the world is a place of riots.
Deadly weapons are made to put an end to lives,
As if only hatred and bloodshed survive.
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There once played a Chicago Bull
To spellbound fans, a stadium full
His name was Michael Jordan
He jumped above the rim so high
It seemed his head might touch the sky
His dunks were legend
He made his team into world champs
Impressed on it his signature stamp
A fist-pump in the air
Yet more than all the points he scored
More than all the memories stored
Jordan really cared
He posed for photos with his fans
He'd set aside his private plans
He stayed humble
He'd just show up, a huge surprise
The kids would gape, wide-open eyes
Their tongues a-jumble
He'd play with them, and praise their moves
Then thunder-dunk, as if to prove
He's number one...
The years have passed, yet we recall
His majesty when he played ball --
And all the fun
They're great scorers, undeniably true
So many thrilled to their game-winning shots
Made millions off the game, and Nike shoes
Projected diplomatic personas ---
they were anything but
Michael Jordan, 6 Rings, Greatest of All Time
A trash-talker, who spewed venom and slime
Kobe Bryant, 'the assassin,' apologized for sexual assault
Confessed what he'd done, yet admitted 'no fault'
Both were driven to greatness, couldn't stand to lose
A path fraught with danger, whenever abused
Jordan turned to gambling; Kobe suffered no fools
With their fame and their fortunes, they could play fast with the rules
Charles Barkley, Jordan's rival, observed, "Heroes, we ain't!"
~ Consider it well, before anointing Kobe Bryant a saint
His stories are out-of-this-world, the teacher says, in a huffy way.
Steven King, I think.
Another teacher slides into an empty seat beside me. “He exaggerates everything.”
Robin Williams I think.
The teacher across from me flips her hair and brags, “Her behavior is off the wall.”
Pink I think.
“She sings all the time,” says another. The lunchroom is on a roll today, wanting me to fix children.
Lady Gaga I think.
“The only thing he thinks about is basketball,” another teacher says as she walks in from her smoke break. A break they have to drive fifty feet from the school to have, but still she brings smoking pores in here, and I am an asthmatic.
Michael Jordan I think.
“He claims spirit is talking to him,” the principal says.
Prove it is not spirit, I think.
She catches my eye, turns and leaves; we are best friends, and she knows how I feel about spirit.
The boy gets teased for wearing Holy Keds
And never Michael Jordan tennis shoes.
A field trip for a Friday afternoon:
Today, it’s modern art, the locals’ wing.
Head down, he tags along behind his class.
At least he is polite, his teacher thinks.
The parquet floor makes crackling under foot.
A landscape hangs along a barren wall.
“In modern art, emotions bring in shapes...”
Not listening, as usual, she thinks.
“Look, that’s my home!” he shouts aloud and points
“No, that’s the modernist O’Keeffe!” she scolds.
And herds her charge with open arms past guards
And docents under disapproving eyes.
Done his time and paid his dues
Had more than his share of blues
Nothing negative to be found
With courage turned it all around
God was waiting patiently
For Michael’s faith to set him free
A poet, a friend, a sense of humanity
An inspiration for you and me
Stories of how he turned the tide
With a good woman by his side
A great legacy he will leave
For inspiring others to believe
I guess you could call me a fan
For knowing him, I’m a better man
When problems come and struggles start
Michael’s poetry can touch your heart
May this story never end
Here’s to you my poetic friend.
Tribute to Michael Jordan
Many a tribute is written
Only the writer knows why
The reason I'm writing this
He could have been goodbye
This Bakersfield boy
Smith Corner he graced
To lose his mother at 4
A young soul misplaced
Loving Grandparents
Filled an empty void
For the loss of a parent
Internal destroy
High School reached
Hooked on drugs
Degenerating body
Societies bug
He ended up here
And also there
To the age of 41
In hazed stare
An Angel was released
To look after her son
As he rose from his prayer
His new life begun
Then came the day
A son was reborn
In a town called Willows
The end of his storm
Another two Angels appeared
Michaela and Antoinette
His future path laid
All three, truly set
Mr Michael Jordan
I think your grand
You help your past
Now that's a stand
A leader, a gent
Poet and dude
To shake your hand
I wish i could
My tribute to a wonderful person whose life story always moved me.
It`s always inspiring to be strong in appearance,
Brave to catch up the essentiality of the sun.
How marvelous the wind blows to beat the sensations as one.
Yes, the pride is deep for BLACK skin to have fun.
The complexion is natural to be undermined,
Are you black?
Don`t be left in deceptive truck.
The image of black soothes what is meant of beauty.
Beauty that empowers the black skin to mindfully brag.
Beauty which carries protective substances against crack,
In fact, the beauty which possess a unique mark.
It`s all about black skin.
What are the definitions of black skin?
The skin which is naturally rich in melanin,
Black skin shields the body from folate depletion,
Making rightful protection against ultraviolet with adorable colouration.
Even in the heat of savannas, black skin provides cooling mechanism which develop more efficient perspiration.
If you think “BLEACHING” is a solution,
Bleaching is rather a termination.
And not a route to set one upon the mountain to receive lovable attraction.
It aims at pulling down the magical compositions of black skin into deterioration.
Leaving behind unbearable diseases and problems which turns out to place one in frustration.
The age of black is unpredictable,
It’s the skin which causes many to be humble,
it creates the feelings of being cherishable and affable.
Every story about black skin is expensive.
At the center of public, it is seductive…
Black skin fits in all attire perfectly with magnificent sensitives.
Before the rain, it looks charming and appreciative.
Exquisite of black skin, expresses its ebonics to be communicative.
Who can buy its glory?
I mean the glory which had brought motivations from multiples of personalities within the world entertainment in every gallery.
The motivations from Martin Luther, Mohamed Ali, Oprah Winfrey, Michelle Obama, Pele, Michael Jordan, Serena Williams, Usain Bolt and many others who are in memory.
Who maintained their precious black skin and exerted influence out of its value.
Perhaps, if you think your black skin is failing you,
Black skin is the most valuable gemstone found in morning dew.
#BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
#SALEM MEDIA INITIATIVE
Written By: D. Collins 6/6/25
Big men shivered when he got into the paint.
Knowing they're a victim of his vicious faints.
He had the meanest crossover anyone has ever seen.
Even Michael Jordan got postered on our T.V. screens.
He was a little man with the heart and will of a bull.
Made many so-called professionals look like a fool.
None of the NBA teams had an "answer" for him.
When we thought he wouldn't he'd flush it at the rim.
He made all big men respect and fear the little guy.
Often shaking their heads from a heavy dose of AI.
His mark on the game should stand out in our minds.
He was the best little, big man to play between the lines.