Short Dark Skinned Poems

Am falling apart, unconsciously
Riding willingly to the flow
Of honora, if I lose it
I'd slow

On the round face
Of dark-skinned body fitted in denim 
Your mild smile, losses my lace
Frankly, in a love like denim.

When you cross my mind
I'd lie down with your thoughts 
Stirring my pre-conscious mind
A lovely trap, in it am caught....

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Two passions dwell in poet's heart, 
Two desperate obsessions are reflected through his art. 
Those are two characters from Shakespeare's poetry triangle: 
The dark skinned lady and the man of fair skin  ..... 
His charm is gentle and she's a striking beauty queen. 
Three lives, three loves in chains of jealousy are fatally entangled. 
Did two conspire secretly behind the poet's back, 
Betraying him two times, which caused his soul to wreck ?...

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There were three reliable eye witnesses to the robbery.
I was the first detective on the scene; 
did not even have time to put on my overcoat.
One said the perpetrator was young, blonde, five nine, thin.
Another said he was dark-skinned, thirty-five-ish, stocky, with green eyes.
A third said he was not sure if the perp was a woman or a man.
I gave this guy a business card to my other business.
When I am not solving crime from my easy chair, I sell eyeglasses....

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Ebony,
dark-skinned queen, 
luminous eyes
peer through
ethereal sheer veils.

Millions of her
stellar spies
keep celestial watch,
as her
constellations 
tell tales
dwindling time
till the new day rouses the dreaming dawn.

She is mistress
of mysteries,
cloaked in an aura of
je ne sais quoi, 
and blackened satin folds.
In the midnight hours
she reigns supreme
where twilight falls..
her Highness,
ebony night skies. 


Susan Ashley
July 22, 2017...

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Dark Skinned Lady. the ever poised legendary beauty, granary of compassion & culture whose stunning reign sparkles the night.

Dark Skinned Lady. comandress of matriotic forces, the earthquake that shakes the pillars of racism & sexism the stream that feeds liberating consciousness

Dark skinned lady. epicenter of the ripples of Africanism. Divinity of a soul tranced by a rhythm, a rhythm forged by the beat of a drum, the drum pumping life into the veins of my Africa!...

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little booted buddha
   hopping in a monsoon knapsack.

  a mural pasture filled with green
   slender stalks lean in rows.

  children are playing in between the spaces
  dark skinned and vibrant.

  they wear snorkels around their heads
  and breath aqua marine.

  bent labor can wait since the trees have all grown 
  into archaic reefs.
  
  now the rain descends suicidally transparent
  in the unshethed wind.

  only the crickets have paused and grown silent....

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