remember the night
when I was in town
and at the hotel
I did drop your name
and you sent a car
and whisked me away
the party you threw
with all of your friends
it went on all night
and into the dawn
do you remember the night
when I was in town
it seems long ago
almost a dream
when I was in town
seeking a room
Renee Nicole Good,
poet, writer, mother of three.
A domestic terrorist.
She had it coming to her!
Stuffed animals in her glove compartment,
the family dog in the backseat.
Renee Nicole Good,
Loving, forgiving, and affectionate.
She had a whistle strung around her neck,
They came for her with guns.
Roving gangs of masked Gestapo.
Renee Nicole Good,
A domestic terrorist.
They shot her three times in the face.
She had it coming to her!
This spring of compassion and kindness.
Renee Nicole Good,
exuding Christmas everywhere,
pure love, pure joy, a star-studded night.
A domestic terrorist.
She had it coming to her!
They murdered her with impunity.
Renee Nicole Good.
Somewhere, she probably sees them and forgives.
And yet, they failed to kill her.
They cannot extinguish her.
Her vital principle still grows and spreads.
Her quintessence will not die.
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Snowballs met with red iron bullets
Someone
Has lost their compass
On the neighborhood streets of Minneapolis
The direction
Of wet splat on an officer’s back
To the metal response from a pistol splitting a windshield
Then a brain’s mesh
No one really knows
How the Albatross finds her way
Three times around the globe
Gliding on winds from one Pole to the other
What pulls her what pushes her
What power gets in her head
Ruffles her feathers and tickles her wings
Points her in one direction rather than another
It is to wonder
From the ice cold shale tumbled by glaciers
How she bares but one child every few years
While she shields with her feet and belly
A nest
From carbon bombardment
She can only fight with snowballs
Ducked under
By the President’s soldiers
Weighed down
With the oil and Crypto of Teflon vests cannisters badges radios
All our heads
The entire world
Spinning spinning out of control.
The ends Noem says justify
The means and my ICE crew’s bold lie!
Kristi murders dogs
But adores masked hogs—
The Gestapo who had Good die
Somehow,
I find myself
content,
confident
and
intrepid
. . . intertwining the interval,
these dimensions,
and the embroidery
that sets us apart
Even though,
there’s an ache to know
you,
and occupy
your personal space
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a connection unbroken
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right now,
contentment
confidence
and timely dimensions,
enable me
to be,
proximate
________________
(Tender thoughts) - softly reminding me
* * We're Always a Whisper away * *
. . . and our hearts echo in the wind
Copyright © Brandy Nicole | Year Posted 2023
sweet friend poetess
queen of nice poems writing
neat Brandy Nicole
Nurse Nicole, with calmest eyes,
Moves through halls where silence lies—
Right hand steady, strong, and sure,
To Dr. Gabriel, she is pure.
Level-headed in the fray,
Guiding hearts from night to day,
With hands that heal and words that mend,
A fierce protector, faithful friend.
In every room, her kindness glows,
Like rivers where the soft wind blows,
Or streams that twist through shaded land—
She reaches out with healing hands.
She speaks in tones both firm and low,
Where pain and panic often grow,
And patients, lost in weary hours,
Feel her strength like sudden flowers.
Among green leaves and tangled trees,
She finds her peace in ocean breeze,
But never shuns the blood or bone,
The mess of life—she stands alone.
Empathy flows like summer rain,
Through aching hearts, through fear and strain,
And though the world may spin and call,
She’s busy, still, among us all.
A light in white, with soul so wide,
She walks where mortal hearts collide,
A woman made of will and grace—
The world feels safer in her place.
In chambers calm as autumn air,
She weighs the truth with quiet care,
No pride to sway, no voice to mar
The justice drawn from near and far.
The papers rest, the gavel sleeps,
Yet in her soul, a stillness keeps—
A stream of mercy, clear and deep,
Where law and love together seep.
She walks the woods when day is done,
Through leaf and bough and setting sun,
Her children’s laughter in her ears,
Their joy a balm for all the years.
The river speaks in ancient ways,
Of loss and strength and kind delays,
And she, who bears the robe and pen,
Feels kin to trees and not to men.
She reads each fact without disguise,
With empathy behind her eyes,
No hatred leans, no bias bends
Her rulings from the truth she sends.
Her friends are few but fierce and kind,
Their roots grown deep, their hearts aligned.
She does not speak for praise or fame,
But for the law, and each child’s name.
Through sacrifice her path is sown,
Yet never does she stand alone—
Compassion walks beside her feet,
And in her heart, all virtues meet.
New beginnings, a year freshly spun,
Incredible joy where laughter has run,
Cherished moments like stars in the night,
Outstanding spirit shining so bright,
Love and warm wishes taking their stand,
Everything happy held in your hand.
All of our hearts with happiness filled,
Now celebrate you, our spirits are thrilled,
Never lose how love for you is fulfilled.
©bfa032225
(Birthday of Nicole Ann Quintos)
Life is such a delicate dance.
I never even had a chance.
Getting older, everyone is gone.
Alone, I feel so alone.
My friends left long ago.
The streets are so unforgiving.
I wish I knew another way of living.
Weapons don’t scare me, people do.
They use, abuse until they are done with you.
Wild and free, a classic beauty.
My flame’s so hot it burns me.
Running so hard, I drew the death card.
Trying to win a loosing fight.
I won’t last another night.
Hanging onto hope, at the end of my rope.
With no place to go, ode to Nicole.
Night is - Like the calm sea
Wishes like clouds
Floating quietly
Who knows - In this warm wind
Are they thoughts? Are they dreams?
Night is - Like the calm sea
I hold my soul
That pleads to the stars
And only the soft breaking of the waves
Remains - in silence
In the bottom of my heart
Night is - Like the calm sea
FOR YOU NICOLE
The night the blood on the sod
Looks your birthday apron that
Wipes off a murderer's sweat.
Hands besmeared with slime,
Smell of putrid snick,maniac
Who has to inherit a corner of
Underbrush,Nicole, to lie
On your cold lips.
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POET: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
10th February, 2018
Sometimes it can be hard to find yourself
The world seems like a really huge place
Graduation is a really big step
You wonder what's the next move you should make
The world seems like a really huge place
The future seems it is so far away
You wonder what's the next move you should make
Contemplating is a good way to go
The future seems it is so far away
It comes regardless of what you decide
Contemplating is a good way to go
Your choice determines which path you travel
It comes regardless of what you decide
Be passionate never settle for less
Your choice determines which path you travel
You are much stronger than you realize
Be passionate never settle for less
Graduation is a really big step
You are much stronger than you realize
sometimes it can be hard to find yourself
I dedicate this poem to you Nicole. My prayer for you
is that you find your inner strength and a worthy dream
to persue. You are capable of more than you realize so
Do not be afraid to choose a challenging path. Surprise yourself,
learn your possibilities, be amazed. Congratulations on
Completing a very important first step. Love Uncle Rick
No way to get to the light
In this struggle I will fight
Can’t they see I will never break
Or slip and allow them what they want to take
Loyalty lies within the heart
Every day is a new start
Nicole, Nicole
You are so cheery and free
Nicole, Nicole
You are the stars in the night to me
Your sunny personality (I can hardly describe) lingers around me
And it really made a big impact on me
Your outbursts are hilarious and your swiftness is like a humming bird
Flying dramatically and your wings are preciously absurd
Nicole, Nicole
How long will you remain energetic and free?
Nicole, Nicole
You are the rain pouring playfully
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