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She was the star in his velvet night
The steady beat of love's drums
How distant is that gleaming light
Too far for love, tomorrow never comes
She was the bloom that welcomed spring
When the winter cold succumbs
A fragrant rose with love to bring
Would it be there when summer comes
He found her there within his dreams
With kisses sweet as sugar plums
Lost again in an elusive scheme
Would she be there when dawn comes
Too far a dream for him to reach
Too sad the song of dawn becomes
Melodies with lessons to teach
But the lyrics say, tomorrow never comes.
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11-16-18
Tomorrow - Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
She is known as Honorable Queen Mother Nanny. The lady was so sweet as sugar candy.
Enhancing the fight, smiling with much delight, knowing her cause was right.
She was the awesomely true Westward Maroon liberation queen in the highest esteem.
Hailing from Ghana's Gold Coast as an Ashanti or Akan—"A free woman!"
His Excellency the Right Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey Jr. "Visionary Diasporan."
Founder, Universal ***** Improvement Association and African Communities League.
Created the Black Star Liner, forging the link between African and North America
Desiring to take his people back to their ancestral African roots, starting with Liberia.
The heroic grandfather, The Honorable Paul Bogle, says, "No taxation without representation!"
National Jamaican hero, Stony Gut Baptist Church deacon, and Morant Bay "Victor!"
Usually referred to as a "Shaka Zulu Pickney," an ancestral famed freedom fighter.
Proverbial singer Bob Marley uplifts his grace in the song "So Much Things to Say."
Faces printed on currency show the value of national and cultural pride—"None to hide!"
Standing on many shoulders, such strengthening standard-bearers, faithfully abiding!
Come with me
Come and see
See the skies
See my eyes
Eyes that squeak
Eyes that speak
Speak with words
Speak without swords
Swords of alliance
Swords with brilliance
Brilliance so bold
Brilliance like gold
Gold in your heart that melts sorrow
Gold often in yellow
Yellow is not cowardice
Yellow is peace
Peace that bends and rewinds
Peace not rends but unwinds
Unwinds depression
Unwinds compression
Compression is not disposed
Compression is being closed
Closed as cigar
Closed as sweet as sugar
Sugar in your lips
Sugar that dips
Dips in every heart
Dips redder than heart
Heart so soft
Heart of loft
Loft of shelter
Loft of welfare
Welfare that breed
Welfare that heed
Heed over head
Heed and lead
Lead to mend
Lead not bend
Bend to bow
Bend and mow
Mow and purge
Mow and surge
Surge in the ocean
Surge of blue ocean
Ocean of the living
Ocean of giving
Giving that propagates
Giving like hot plates
Love in sizzling plates
Life propagates
Lonely days are over
A new day resembles a new start
No more doubting or pouting…
Have high hopes instead –
Let’s embrace each other
It’s time to explore a valley of virtuous vibes…
Promise me you won’t rip my heart apart
(Chant: Feel the rhythm of my heart…
The moment you broke it apart
Feel the rhythm of my storm
The moment you shoved me in your deserted dorm x3)
By sheer experience,
You’ve saved my life,
Oh Lord of Accord!
I will pray for His people
He has fought all of my foes
With a sharp, sharp sword –
Slicing away my wistful woes
Oh Lord, you never bore me – has your healing rain poured?
(Chant: You threw me out like a pen that ran out of ink
I’m no longer useful for writing…drawing…I’ll stop resisting & fighting
Though the tears run down my eyes…the tears were clouding my eyes – I somberly blink
You abandoned me, putting me in adoption, leaving me in the margins, howling…I’m sick of feeling like life has no meaning…my mind settles down when I start writing
I’m no longer willing to put up with your lying…
But, I’m still surviving…still crying!! I’ll keep on trying!!)
Let the good sensations grow though! ~
I know…I know I gottah let go! Let go!
Remain sane…trying not to appear insane
I’m actin’ like a fool with an inadequate tool,
Runnin’ around in circles without a brain
Frankly, all we need is to refrain!
You are as sweet as sugar cane!
Am I driving on another lane?
Are you on the same page with me? Am I a pain?
Tell me if I am Insane to a certain degree!
Am I a pain? Probably so because I’m yearning for His rain!
Tell me if I’m taking this too far – do you long to be free?
Do you long to be truly, sincerely free, baby?
It is late morning, and a string of washing is waving on the line
Clothes look like colorful flags flapping in the wind.
I'm watching her, as she captures and pokes a stray wisp of grey hair,
back into the braid she wears, knotted into a bun on the back of her head...
She's wearing those sturdy black shoes, those opaque cotton hose
and a corn-flowered blue dress of calico
She has a smile of satisfaction, and her eyes are as clear and blue as the sky
Summer sun is shining
...she walks to the garden, and begins to pick vegetables
Her flowered apron is folded into a hammock
and is overflowing with cucumbers, tomatoes, and bell peppers...
Quickly, into her mouth, she pops a warm cherry tomato....
straight from the vine,....a juicy, red marble
She picks two or three, along with a weed,
while I sit like a drone in, that old tire throne
that dangles and sways from the old Cottonwood tree...
"Try these, dear"...she says..."They are delicious....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn"
She holds one out to me, and I taste this juicy morsel of goodness...
Before she goes inside, she clutches the apron closed ...
then with one hand reaches down
and gently pets the old hound, who sleeps in the shade
and somehow, the vision of her begins to fade,
As hard as I try.....it is fading....and then I hear the sound of an airplane overhead...
Suddenly, I am standing in my garden,
and the cherry tomatoes in my pail are shining in the sun
and juice is lingering in my mouth....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn....
and I feel warm glow of satisfaction under the summer sun
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You’re my drug of delight,
You make me feel alright…
You make me feel right tonight
You don’t feel my mind with fright
We’re a fine pair…
We’re on a good start, lifting my self-esteem
We’re playin’ fair
We’re doing this together as a terrific team
I’m high like a kite
Reaching a heavenly height
Wonderin’ in the clouds
Tears of joy shrouds…
My eyes, my eyes look at you
My tears, my tears are the shade of blue
Your spirits are the shade of blue
Get it over with – you’re still a part of my crew
What got into me that day
When I felt dismay,
Breaking my hopes apart
I need a genuine, zealous heart
On my own, I breathe in solitude
On my own, I hover around you
I’m in a good mood…not feeling ashamed and nude
I’m alone again, I can’t find my shoe
So, I slip into someone’s shoe
There’s something new
I know why you are feeling blue
You’re feeling blue
Because you want a friend…someone new
Shadows of you brew in my brain
Lost in paradise, acting insane
You’re nowhere to be found in this rainy terrain
You’re as sweet as sugar cane
Hold me tight
Tonight, we take flight
Everything will be alright
You’re a sundrenched sight
Tainted love…our love isn’t a tainted love
Is not shown in your eyes that look forward to the
resurrection
You dream-like, tranquil dove –
Take wing and echo your empathy toward my direction
Whisper not your fairytale of lies
Tell me there’s a celestial, mesmerizin' future in store
Never bid me your heartless goodbyes
You and I will be guided by God’s loving hands
We will be washed away by a serene shore and the grand
lands will be as one, for we're in God's hands
And we're gonna reunite…tonight...
We’ll be fightin' the good fight
While we’re wonderin’ in Placid Paradise
Dense fog meandering around the conurbations,
Body in the blanket; feeling cold sensations,
Oh man! 5 seems an early one,
If it'd have been summer; roads be full of joggers ton
Winter Buddy becoming dominant over my schedule,
Mom! It's only 7; Am not fool!
Although, sleep seems as sweet as sugar
Making us a professional 'job-skipper'
Indolence might be the winter's best buddy,
Body declines to go out while our mind declines to study!
Days are short and the nights are long;
Days becoming more short by sleeping all along.
We think about summers in the winters,
And, winters in the summers forsooth,
Verily, the dilemma is in our mind!
Which rings old age in the youth
Influence your mind instead being influenced by the winter,
After all, it's not a freezer!
Absorb the sunrays in lieu of fog,
C'mon man! learn something from the sedulous stray dog!
Ensuingly, summers will come and the winters will go,
Rather it depends upon you,
Either show your flair or let it go;
Nevertheless, the seasons will come and go!
Beneath the sunset snug upon blue hills,
are stalks of corn, a standing army gold
but long, their shadows fall like swords that stills
a weary legion cold with growing old.
Like soldiers dug in trenches they hold ground —so holy.
They hug their summer-season-dreams of youth.
The sun, their crown, now spurns them burned and browned —unholy!
Nor’easters shred what’s left with claw and tooth…
Oh, solstice rays once sweet as sugar maize,
the shadows short as days were long. The throng
of lazy mornings bathed in earthbound haze,
ah, leaves raised higher by the evensong.
September swans press wings in hum against the freeze;
a whisper to the rooted to concede to Autumn’s seize.
(Contemporary Sonnet)
I met her in a bar in Trinidad,
a mother to the sisterhood was she -
three little girls what merry fun we had
and what sweet memories of you and me.
Madame Estrella, a tongue like a sword,
and Miss Heidi glamour puss in turn rolled
tumbling dice on the ludo game board
in pigtails and smiles and hearts of gold.
I will return and roll again the dice
for the girls sweet as sugar and full of spice.
I will be back to let the games begin
and for the last call at Pelican Inn.
And sweet shy Gypsy up on Cotton Hill
wise beyond early years on me impress,
little barmaids my glass and soul did fill -
I miss your grace, joy, and youthfulness.
I met Christine in a bar in Trinidad
but had met her many years before -
she spoke of old days and the girls she had
so we drank a Carib and spoke some more.
I will return and roll again the dice
for the girls sweet as sugar and full of spice.
I will be back to let the games begin
and for the last call at Pelican Inn.
Written: March 1993
In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright! He coos from time to time as we weave through lovely soil and vines. My cousin with his bawdy jokes, his wife with eyes like gears, up to the roof of the party van. The pulley of emotions in full range, the laughter and tunes fogging up the window panes.
We’ve been here before, though time changes the “whos.” Dad’s still with us and enjoying beers and grins with the menfolk. Still, I find I stick by his side. This has been so, since Mom died. There is a rhythm and flow to this.
We head up into the mountains of Georgia. I can’t tell you where we’ve been except for the one sign I see out the window. It says “White County” and “Courthouse Museum.” That two-tone image, a bit scary!
Bumping along, drinking soda; and polka, the choice of my Dyngus Day-relations. Holding onto my tummy, closing my eyes on this first leg.
The sight of vines, pruned and neat. Almost to our first stop. Let me out…let me out. Makes us want to shout. The driver of the vehicle is not a stranger. My brother-in-law’s a limo driver. Picks up some big names, but of that part of his life, we can’t participate…who cares. We hear a few stories. How sweet he is to drive us to wine country. Aren’t we the lucky ones. Bulbs still flash to take numerous pics and yes, many get posted, but the paparazzi cares not to follow us.
The loveliness of the day, like bulbous and sweet grapes, picked and prepared to meet our sips, to toast our happiness. This outside venue takes us away on a mini vacation, a treasure to share with our relations.
Snack trays arrive along with red and white. This mini jar of honey, divine, tastes sweet as sugar. We have crackers, meats, even a green-tinted cheese, could be coniferous…
All those sparkling glasses like a family circle, filled, sipped. Later, we do it again, at another vineyard, sitting in wooden chairs next to a woodpile. It is lovely there, as well. All in all, we were out for nearly twelve hours, and there was more, much more time spent.
Thankfulness for this family outing. A sweet memory that will last.