Poetry Challenge Day 27: When the Storm Arrives

When the storm arrives where will you
be?

Where will you turn for shelter?

Who’s Arms will protect you from the wind?

When lightening strikes will you see?

We dance in the sunshine but can’t
withstand the rain.

Life is invigorated by the sun,

yes this is true,

but without the rain to cleanse us we can never be born anew.

When the storm winds blow will you

stand strong?

Or topple like the houses you’ve built with vanities.

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Poetry Challenge Day 27: A Warm Whisper

A warm whisper.

A gentle caress.

Assurance that greatness can come from gentleness.

Exhaling self doubt,

Inhaling self love.

We rest in the knowledge that light has drawn us together,

and the depths of hell can not tear us apart.

Through sickness, pain and rain,

our joy is full because our love was built on the solid rock of divine timing.

Poetry Challenge Day 26: Travelin’ Shoes

Lord if I leave it all to go travelin’

will I find you on the journey?

Will you walk beside me unseen,

until you reveal myself to me?

Sometimes I want to walk towards

the setting sun until I fall off the horizon.

If I fall will you catch me, in the arms of

eternity?

Who can travel with me who won’t

take me off my divine path?

My road map is crumpled and dusty.

My feet are blistered and tired.

Yet I want to run not walk on this

journey.

I want to travel and encounter your

image in all I see.

If I go traveling’, journeying and dancing

spirit will you lead me to my

destination?

Will you be the compassionate

compass that wraps me in Love?

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Poetry Challenge Day 25: Scarlet

Deep, dark and bright all at the same time.

Love and hate coexist together.

How can passion turn into sorrow?

How can love turn into pain.

Who knows the interior of the heart,

When it is deceitful above all things.

Scarlet passion/scarlet hate,

A thin line between LOVE & HATE.

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Photo by Scarlet Dee

Poetry Challenge Day 24: SOULar Power

The rays hit her face,

warm power that invigorates.

Darkening her skin and empowering her soul.

Communication that’s beyond words- soulforce.

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Poetry Challenge Day 22: If I Am Lost…

If I am lost will you help guide me,

and stand beside me,

even though I am not on the right path.

Sometimes I get lost because my compass

was stolen by those who were supposed to care for me.

If I am wandering aimlessly will you wander with me?

If you take the wrong turn with me,

maybe we can both turn around into our dreams.

Poetry Challenge Day 21: I Will Keep Writing….

I will keep writing,

I will keep pushing,

I will keep smiling,

I will keep laughing,

I will keep loving,

I will keep walking

Though I may face pain, rejection and rain.

I will keep on because so many have sacrificed for me.

I will press on because God has empowered me.

I will rejoice in a love that will last for eternity.

Sculpture created at Project Onward a gallery and studio for artist with developmental disabilities. -projectonward.org

 

Poetry Challenge Day 20: Black Beauty

Black Beauty,

Black is Beautiful.

Beholders Eye,

Behold Me!

           Take by me at the 2010 Armory Show Artist Unknown

 

 

Poetry Challenge Day 19: Unbonded

I must learn again to bond

after losing my first friend, sibling and wombmate.

I must learn again to trust

after feeling abandoned from day one.

I must learn again to share

after losing the first person I ever shared food, water and shelter with.

I must learn again to light the flame of love

after my twin flame was snuffed out.

How can I mourn a loss that was so early?

How can I mourn the loss of someone that only mother and I knew?

Silence suffocates.

I am grateful for all I have today

but I still feel that someone has been missing.

I need to cry 30 year old tears.

If we were home in a Yoruba village

we would have been given a healing  ritual and divine guidance

but we lived in the ghetto so loss was expected.

At least this Black male would not know the

pain of stop and frisk, hustling and gun shots

he would die eventually so why not today?

There was no ritual, no tears, no village to raise us;

one on earth and the other in ancestorland.

No knowledge that there is no separation

between the living and the dead.

Just my mother’s silent tears and

my unspoken fear that I won’t ever be able to bond again.

                      Taken at Museum of Natural History