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Carlene Barnes Poem
Starring at him from across the room
All shades of brown were in his eyes
With my figure glowing in the moon it was no surprise he didn't notice me
My flowing dress was catching his attention
Every waft from that warm summer night
He wanted to read and study my native body....
Language, but wasn't bold enough
He was warming up from a cold broken heart that he suffered
Things were heating up now
The piano got me swaying from side to side
I fled from my friends
Courageously I broke out of my shell and on to the dance floor
My heels were tapping
My fingers were snapping
To sound of the congas
My head was nodding to the bass guitar
And my hips were moving
Across the room he could see that I was grooving
Temptation was setting in
He wanted to jump up and hold my hand joining me in the solo dance
and turned it in to a duet
Face to face
My eye's were scanning his well structured jawline
to his full soft lips
to his bold light brown eyes
to his fresh wavy cut
He appreciated my figure enough to touch it
His hand contoured to my hips
and we moved to the sax's sexy smooth notes
Harmonizing with the piano's light sharp melodies
No talking was needed
He was talking to me in a soft low tone
Not putting me to sleep
but waking up my mind to believe that he may be the one that sweeps
me off my feet,
dancing on the verge of passion
Copyright © Carlene Barnes | Year Posted 2007
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Ok I’m awake
It’s a new day
Presidents up to his same old ways
I don’t know how much Iraq war cries I can take
Please bring ‘um back the war was a big mistake
If Bush thinks he’s dreaming, First Lady please shake him wake him up
On the news all I see is corruption and destruction
Politics always bluffin’
Police always hand cuffin’
Funeral Homes making a big profit
Another John Doe
Gun now and days are like pens in peoples pockets
A dead girl or boy on their sibling’s pins or in lockets
Robberies cause people can’t get money
‘Welfare just isn’t enough for me”
Kids in Africa got diseases and they’re hungry
“AID’s took mommy and daddy from me”
Over there carving how many relatives they lost out in a tree
Innocent blood shed
In Iraq you got to make sure theirs not a bomb under your hotel bed
People supporting abortions
But throwing a babies out the window
It amazes me to see cruelty this harsh
Home of the free
Yes to show homosexuality on TV
Children growing up confused in this twisted world
Turned inside out outside in
Turning my stomach I think I’m getting sick again
Child molesters, Gay protesters
Everyone has their own thing going on
In this world something’s always going wrong
I tried to block it out, shut my mouth
When I thought about what happened down south
People were in wet circumstances
Took chances to stay
Houses, pets and families just washed away
People praying and hoping for a better day
When it happened I wish a big towel could fall from the sky
To soak up every tear that was cried
All these things are daily on the news turn your tv on and see
It might be news to you but
It’s no news to me
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When can’t I look at the news and see bad things
Shot down dreams ,with people trying to make a hustle
What’s all the fuss yo
Like last night dude was on his bike
5 in his chest 2 landed at the right three rested in his left
Just because he wouldn’t stand up for his hood
Up to no good
“Black male died at the age of 17”
never fulfilling his dreams
He could have been a daddy
Now he’s laying in the back of a black hurse caddy
His momma’s crying saying
I watched my baby dying laying there
I couldn’t do anything about him
My only child
I don’t know if I could live without him
I always told him to stay out of trouble
You know guns, drugs money the daily hustle
I didn’t know that he wouldn’t listen
Just like his father and now he’s with him
Stepping off the pool pit face filled with tears
She gave her baby a kiss
A strange feeling she felt that murderers were in the mist
Looking around the room
The audience was confused
But they knew what she was doing and were slightly amused
Carefully sitting down trying not to drown in her own tears
Just 17 years
Every tear was like a memory
Oh how she misses him
Who’s going to call her momma
Saying again and again
He could have lived without all this drama
Knowing her son was never coming back
“WHY”
It’s so hard to say Good-bye
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Precious gem stones awaiting my throne
my real home away from home
the promised land
much better than a 40 acres and a mule
where the most high rules
walking on roads of pawn shop dreams
the after life
not in hell filled with destruction,evil ,and strife
Better than any mansion,car ,and any amount of money
a land filled with milk and honey
Angel wings, such lovely things
flying around not hearing the sound of immorality
but of harps ,great orchestras of great melody
incredibly bright
never lit by moon light
by of His glory
that's the place I hope to be when my destiny is complete
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Slim female with about a dozen
Things on her mind that will keep you wondering
How did she get on earth from heaven?
Cute face, slim waist, working on the 37-butt part
Break to your heart
Still give you a smile
You will be the chase
She will have you running for miles
Talk square biz like bathroom tiles
She will have you on her list like she was checking files
Curves will surprise you
She will measure up and size you
“Kiss me right there like other guys do”
She is not the one to be caught up in one guy
Kiss the boys to make them sigh
You’re sure to get lost in her brown eyes
Color her sexy that’s just the way she is
Plenty of phone numbers
Yea she handles her biz
Got 5-6 home-girls that she can really trust
Can’t stand some females, they always want to fuss
Spoiled but her mother still keeps her in the refrigerator
It’s not her fault the store just forgot to date her
Copyright © Carlene Barnes | Year Posted 2007
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