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Phyl Losophy Poem
With no guidance—love— or compliments from you
it is no wonder — why — she fell in love with men she never knew...
you never gave her one
which is why she didn't have a clue...
trying to fill a void much like pouring liquid through a sifter
attracted to spirits like yours — selfish drifters...
like you— they were soon three sheets in the wind
my God — will she ever learn how to choose better men?...
you made promises that you never kept
caused her to wear sadness like a waist belt— and oh my God how she wept...
she just couldn't figure out that it was not her — but you
she wore blame as deep as the sky is blue...
absent daddy don't you know that as a FATHER — you are —THE— most IMPORTANT MAN in her life?
but as a sperm donor — you set your baby-girl up for strife...
Inspired by the album "Words"..song titled; "Like a Woman"
by The Tony Rich Project"
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2016
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you came into my life like a hurricane
sweeping me off my feet like a broom to sawdust
like magic fingers tickling the ivy's of my heart
making every beat— so— so— sweet...
our love intertwined—grew like a rapid growing vine
pushing old memories away with redeeming renewal
causing us to exhale refreshingly--out with the old—in with the new...
my— the Maker really out-did Himself in saving the best for last
lessons of the past— learned — and sunk— as deep as the depths of Atlantis...
never to interfere with our ascended love that keeps growing over time
while apart-- and unaware -- that one day—those dominos in place would one day be blown into unstoppable action...
there is no denying the forever bond we share
so strong—many live a life-time and can never factually say...
I found my true love...
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2016
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when I look at you —
I see a pillar of strength
who's toils and tribes are hidden
like the deepest of dark secrets
destroy you? you won't allow it
know matter what — you stand strong
with shoulders broad — taking on the world
time and time again
with feet planted...back against the wall
sometimes reeling— but you never fall
a man's —man — standing up to adversity
you've earned your master's from hard knocks university
the world has shown you no mercy
still— you rise to every conflict
prepared to do battle
spirit sometimes shaken—but never rattled
with fist of iron
and heart of gold
the troubles you've endured
will never be told
cause although life's journey has been a rough ride
you've got your pride
a spiritual man
who will always stand—BOLD
through it all...
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2018
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We are born into this world although we did not ask
our love—our care— someone else's task...
If we are not nurtured and prepared for this world
then all that is left are— wasted pearls...
Until we thirst for knowledge of betterment and graduate
from the hard knocks college of life...
Through perseverance— we'll come to recognize that we are,
precious pearls...
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Phyl Losophy Poem
that paper— void of agape love— is like a hand without a glove
who told that blame lie?!—sweet as pie....
preacher crack open the "Good Book" and pretend words he or she took— NOT!!!
who told that blame lie?!...
what God has put together let no man put asunder—what a lying blunder—God had nothing to do with it
who told that blame lie?!...
knocked up—lust—big bank account—good cook—
good catch
agape' love no where in the batch
who told that blame lie?!...
that paper— stronger than steel shackles...
that paper— invented roun' 'bout 1503 A.D.— would hold hostage you and me
who told that blame lie?!...
but know the truth— and the truth will set you free—free from the lie that binds
agape' love— is the only love that is one of a kind...
hard to find—but—when you do—you know it —when you know it
and that— ain't no blame lie....
Inspired by the movie; "Things Never Said"
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through the eyes of real
selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many
whose hopes and dreams were
snuffed out—
like the flame of a candle
in a winter-wind storm....
through the eyes of real
not just metaphorically; but literally
generations suffered
the hellish terror—
of stolen rights and identity...
lineage obliterated—
roots chopped like mulch
and scattered in the wind
like dry leaves of Autumn
with no regard—
making it impossible to know—
from which tree we came—which yard?...
through the eyes of real
what are our real names???
sad to say—"we don't know"—
over 200 years ago—
and still today
and we should pay for DNA?!...
through the eyes of real
greed and laziness
were the beginning motives
that soon evolved into FEAR!
couldn't fathom the strength possessed
to not succumb to infinite stress...
through the eyes of real
friend of a friend
a peoples strife—deep within
through the trail of rage
singing from the cage
turnin' the page
wiping away tears—
crushing through fears
came the blood-bank—
the multiplex telegraph—
the potato chip—and the carbon filament lightbulb
and the list goes on...
ya see?...
such treasures of a people contributions
were kept hidden from our educational institutions
that agenda is alive today still
let’s keep it real
it’s clear—
the game to end black history conversation
is also an attempt to squash owed reparations
through the eyes of real
visible restraints no longer seen
however... systemically present still
a people hard-timed by design
hidden in plain sight
the continued violation of basic human rights
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2018
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like vinegar and baking soda combined
daily hustle bustle and grind — in caustic silence —
erodes...
precious time eroded in the rush to clear agendas
rushing to the rhythm of the— tick— tockin’ of time...
engulfed with the toils and responsibilities of life
it all seemingly moving in slow motion...
'til suddenly it becomes sublime
to realize just how much time— has passed
now seemingly moving much too fast...
like motion picture film spinning on a reel
as this arduous journey reaches a place of still...
still quiet —volume so loud —you can hear it scream
with flashes of the past rewinding inside your mind...
revealing —in that slippage of time— often
it was thou— you left behind...
quiet screams —
time to exhale....accept or receive
what has been lost or achieved...
shhhh — listen!— the time is now yours
time to lay to rest — hustle bustle and grind—
time — to relax your mind....
and enjoy —your way—what’s yours...
God’s greatest gift—
time......
***Inspired by the feelings many retirees and empty
nesters experience...
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2018
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sweetness wasted—I feel like sugar on the flo
your disloyalty causing changes;
denial...
anger...
bargaining...
depression...
while trying to get to acceptance...
loyalty taken for granted
I feel like sugar on the flo
why? why?
thank God you didn't deny...
all about choices — dumb ass choices
I feel like sugar on the flo
spirit down—but I'm not takin' the blame
it's your character that's lame...
acceptance don't come easy
my emotions going up and down
faster than lightening can hit the ground
I feel like sugar on the flo
I forgive — can I forget?
if given the chance— will you do it again?
sending me through this hellish pain
I feel like sugar on the flo
oh God— let the healing begin
I can't take no mo— feeling like sugar on the flo...
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2016
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like a momma bear protecting her cub in awkward fear
we ration our love to protect our hearts
fearing someday our spirits may part...
even through the attempt to hold back—
we love—no doubt
like sweat through pores—it oozes out...
clearer than 20/20 vision—it's plain to see
our hearts are one—us—replaced you and me...
with toiled emotions we sometimes contemplate the knowing at any moment like a thief in the night—
snatch!—gone! what has brought our hearts heavenly delight
no matter how hard we try—unavoidable will be the pain
take comfort in knowing our passion—as hot as a hot summers day—only cooled by the love we rain...
rain soaked passion to the soul like cool water to a flower near wilt
for love is the solid foundation where passion is built...
so release—let love take full flight— like a carefree bird
as if there is no tomorrow—for one day— there won't be...
when that day comes—one can reflect on all the wonder-fuls in their memory
and send the other off with a smile that will reign an eternity...
A reminder to enjoy the moment. Fully—It's all we really have...
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a beautiful smile that touches the soul
when the world has grown cold...
cottony white clouds floating across a canvas of blue sky...
a moment in time seemingly captured just for you...
mountainous boulders, stacked as if they were thrown into place by the hand of God
leaving you in awe of his magnificence...
solace in a quiet moment as sun rays glisten across the ocean...
listening as the waves roll in and crash to shore ...creating essence of ocean spray...
the beauty of a rainbow after a rainstorm to remind us that good- - works with bad- - to create better... and that the end of something is opportunity for a new beginning...
a sunrise... a sunset... awesome beauty to visually behold--but not touch.
an unselfish--kind deed... offered up at no charge...
the best things in life...really, are free....
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2016
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