L. Milton Hankins
Flits about in south-central West Virginia,
Fluttering gossamer wings, wondering in grace,
Hovering his colorful feathers in the United States Air Force,
Where he served for four years in the beautiful state of Hawaii.
He received his baccalaureate degree in history;
Later obtained his master's and doctoral degrees in theology.
His coat glistened with iridescent hues most easily seen
In the brightest sunlight, his fleeting views were enraptured in poetry.
He prized his poetic butterfly’s conversation,
Enamored with those presentations, wanting to hold you.
He displays colorful beauty that surpasses
Even Mother Nature’s finest creations.
His lovelier shades always created a blend of love and pleasure.
Written By: D. Collins 7/30/25
A heart from New Orleans.
A soul in South Central L.A.
Regardless of what anyone thinks.
That is who I am today.
I feel good in my skin for what I've done.
Beat the odds of most brothers where I'm from.
I've been fortunate enough to live a full life.
Get to where I've gotten through all the strife.
Kind people
With good respect
Educated from different universities and Schools
Responsible in their lives and knowing well to
Economize their small or big budgets.
Knowing to speak Kikwerekwere languages from
West , East , South , Central , North Africa
Especially in South African big towns and Some
Rural areas of Free state , Limpompo, Northern cape
Eastern cape , Mpumalanga , and Kwazulu Natal provinces
Written December 19/ 2019
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
In California where the dream is of sunshine, and ocean beaches
There are those who drape themselves in the freedom of the presses
However they use that ink to create fake think
How dare people want a new leader who dares to think!
As the recall of Newsom nears
They work to create fake fears
The slander and lies about Larry Elder is brought by a cowardly bunch
An ivory tower group who enjoys Sunday brunch
He is a self made man who grew up in South Central LA!
Walked his own path and built his own fate
Don't forget to vote next week
Larry Elder will bring back the California dream for weeks and weeks
Picture This Half Of The Sky
A terrified woman in India
Burned beyond recognition
Her husband enraged
... She could not beg.
An outcast girl in Iran
Beaten, shamed, then stoned
the adultress lie
... She could not convince.
A woman and her children in Juarez
Working for mean, meager wages
The patron suggesting some sordid sex
...She could not protest.
A young black girl
In South Central
The rap song caller her a *****
...She could not stand up.
NOW, they all can and must
#StandUp.
South Central cloaked in evening gray
streetlights plotting our course
that wheel in daddy’s hands
like the pages in a book
turning, revealing
more and more of our story
a reality in the form of gasoline
a bottle, a rag, and some fire
from the hearts of neighborhood soldiers
forced us down, down, down
into the abyss
At a corner cafe', in south central Marseilles,
While drinking imported Chablis
As people passed by, from the corner of my eye
Came a lady, she was smiling, at me
Well I looked around, feeling like a clown,
At the patrons, sitting nearby
They seemed to be lovers, talking to each other
I spun around, just in time, to say "hi"
"No parlez vous Englaise", was all she could say
So I stood up and pulled out a chair
But she walked up and hugged me, practically mugged me
Then kissed me like we were a pair
I shook myself loose, held up a deuce
For the waiter to bring her a glass
Then I sat back down, still looking around
Expecting to be rudely harassed
She had dark mousey hair, and oh what a pair
Of the sexiest dark brown eyes
I guessed her for thirty, obviously flirty
When the waiter finally arrived
He poured her some wine, she looked over at mine
Got up, started walking away
Then turning her head, In English she said
"Who the hell drinks imported in Marseilles"
by Daniel Turner
i couldn't find sesame street on my G.P.S
it was somewhere down by electric ave i guess
but every time i put in where i wanted to go
i ended up somewhere in the 91210
i thought that was quite odd
that i keep ending up on holly wood blvd.
i figured it had to be in cali somewhere
so i walked around til i bumped into the fresh prince of bellere
so i ask him to point in the right direction if he could
he said! you must go thru mr rogers nieghborhood
but i must have taken the wrong turn you know
cause i ended up right in the middle of south central
i continued up the shore to the streets of san fransico
and came to find out that no one really knows
cause i posed the question to everyone i came to meet
can you show me how to get --how you get to seseme street
Abraham Lincoln took notice
when she, Mary Owens,
a blue eyed, dark haired beauty
was in New Salem in 1833; visiting.
Of course he took notice!
She was born on September 29, 1808
in Green County on the Green River,
in Greensburg,
in South Central Kentucky.
Her father, Nathaniel, a prominent
Green County pioneer and business man
became the first High Sheriff of the county
and a Quarter Sessions Court Judge.
Mr. Lincoln asked her to marry him in 1836.
After his letter dated May 7, 1837,
she turned him down.
Mary Owens tells us:
I agree with Mary Todd Lincoln,
we do not kiss and tell,
but Abraham Lincoln
wrote me a letter,
and well,
after I read it,
I decided, with a good heart,
to decline. Just something
that was not designed
to be, so I declined.
It was at that time
I met Jesse Vinney,
we married and moved to Missouri.
But I will say of Mr. Lincoln,
"He was a man with a heart full
of kindness
and a head full of sense."
CONTINUED PART II
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