Aquamarine magic glistens across the lake on a moon song promise,
Mystical entities flitting past whispery diamond mountains, clean yet soft.
Potential supremeness and majesty rising up in supreme delight.
Faeries gliding gently playfully, throughout the warming of the soft young night.
Playfully, yet with fully authorized intentions of goodness and pure love,
Greening up our sweet meadows per the doting Father observing above.
A twig-like snap changes us, and we are comfortably silent and still.
The greening magic halts in honor of the lone doe at the top of the hill.
Like magic, we all begin again, slowly, methodically, in pure harmony.
Greening up the meadow with our spiritual love and hopeful moon driven dreams,
Meticulously, careful not to smear the glistening colors, so as to be
All in synch with the glorious nature of Mother Earth God.
Categories:
supremeness, dream, nature, spring,
Form: Rhyme
I am the ginger brown of the Egyptian,
The blackness of the Sudan.
I am the beauty to which the birds sing,
I have the supremeness of the mighty lion.
I am the Orchid that adorns the Nile,
And the brightness of shimmering stars.
I am the nomad who travels the Sahara,
I am known throughout the lands afar.
I am akin to the American Indian, Asians,
Africans and Europeans the same.
And yet here I am lost inside my country,
Where no one recognizes my name.
My skin is so pure, a pecan brown,
Blessed with beauty by God aplenty.
And some try to call me only black,
And say I am not akin to any.
Yet I am the golden brown of the desert
And I have the sweetness of the Nile
I am the beauty of Africa’s jungles and flowers
For I was born natures sweet brown child
Categories:
supremeness, black african american, blessing,
Form: Prose Poetry