Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Daily Selection for November 30, 2006: Six and A Half Miles

Six and A Half Miles: A Katrina Poem

by John D. Evans




After surviving a mighty storm

With winds that blew homes away

Causing levees to bruise and to break

A massive flood was surely on her way

Through the windows and doors, she came

Swimming and kicking, yes our bodies ached

With three precious children and a lovely wife

To a nearby two-bedroom villa on higher ground

Twenty-one deep in that one place for one long day

Regardless of being told to go back, a boat came for us

He dropped us on the highway with: Help’s coming soon

For three long, hot hours, we waited for a ride and our relief



So we started walking



And walking



For six and a half miles



Walking



Without water



Without food



Without shade


We arrived



Met by a sea of hostility

We waited in line to get inside
And they wouldn’t even let us in


*************

~Inspired by a true story~

Six and A Half Miles by John D. Evans

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Daily Selection for November 29, 2006: Beautiful

Beautiful

by Bam



I told her
You are so Beautiful
She said
What do you mean by
Beautiful
My mind said
Like those sunsets you see on greeting cards
Overlooking the ocean of some exotic city
Sensuous looking clouds explored by birds
And the silhouettes of people unknown
But my mouth said
Beautiful, you know
She said
No I don’t know
My mind said
Like that flower that is not a rose
It has the brightest colors seen
Trimmed with the perfect offsetting hue
Growing in the oddest place
Yet it’s exactly where it should be
Noticed
But my mouth said
Beautiful, you know
She said
No, I really don’t know
My mind said
Like the visions I have listening to good music
The midnight sky when stars are so numerous
The moon pushes its way through illuminating every eye
The breeze is neither too warm nor too cold
The entire world is at peace with itself
But my mouth said
God has shown His greatness
In the whole of you

*********
This is dedicated to all those dark complexioned sistas
who never believed in their beauty. And any sista who
needs to be told, this is one brotha who is proud and
honored to let you know you are beautiful, amazing
and blessed by The Best.

Beautiful by Bam

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Monday, November 27, 2006

Daily Selection for November 27, 2006: Rich Chocolate

Rich Chocolate

by Forest Rose



That Dark Sweet Roasted Coffee Brown Kind.
So bowed legged, so cute so dang fine.
Voice husky and mellow let it just flow it puts you in the mood.
I just want to see you walk in front of me.
Hey Mr. Rich Chocolate what you do to me you can’t see.
I’m not trying to claim you.
I just want to admire you.
Can you follow me, You cause to flow the Egyptian River Nile.
Making a woman’s lips and heart smile.
Make a sistah stare for a while.

Even if you belong to some other.
I just hope she cherishes what she’s got in you Brother.
I can’t help but admire you.
Just giving my props to you.
It’s a blessing just to see,
Such Rich Dark Handsome Chocolate oowee.

There’s not enough of it.
So for sure we woman admires it.
Those Kingly features.
To be admired among Gods creatures.

The sweet statue of this man the bow legs the way he stands.
Dang Brother allow us women to just clap our hands.
I’m sure you have lots of fans.
Some of us appreciate just looking.
Yet some may even daydream of you and them just cooking.
Delightfully imaging.
With images clearly flashing.
Rich Chocolate in mind and body.
Your such a fantastic cravers hotty.
You’ll go down in history.
Just for being the classy sexy man you be.
What you do to me baby you may never see.
Thanks for the way you’ve inspired me,
Such Sweet Rich Chocolate what a blessing to see.

Rich Chocolate by Forest Rose

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Sunday, November 26, 2006

Daily Selection for November 26, 2006: Ecstasy To Me

Ecstasy To Me

by kkhat




You know what,
there's something that I noticed.
You're alluring,
so sexy,
and you got me open....
Open to all of your needs.
When I see you I get excited
and there's a tremble in my knees.
You're like a narcotic
you've turned me into your fiend.
I now find pleasure in pleasing you
and i'm down to do anything
that you want me to do
Want me to kiss you neck
umm, i'm longing to
what's next
don't matter to me
I'd do anything to make you sweat.
Your freak, Your seductress
is all I want to be
to make you moan
To make you groan
Is ecstasy to me.
Your temptress, your rapture
is all I want to be.
To make you say my name
To make you cum
Is ecstasy to me.

Ecstasy To Me by kkhat

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Saturday, November 25, 2006

Daily Selection for November 25, 2006: Soil Of The Earth

Soil Of The Earth

by 1st Poet




Hear your cries when you talk to me
I see your tears that you shed
I feel your pain when you are hurt
I see your shame when you feel you're not worthy
I give you chance after chance to do the right thing
Instead you turn your back on me
When I have given you all that you have
When will you rest your weary soul
Give me back that which I own

Soil Of The Earth by 1st Poet

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Friday, November 24, 2006

Daily Selection for November 24, 2006: Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks

by John D. Evans




For the music that keeps me company

I give thanks

Every breeze I feel as I sleep

I must give thanks

For the dreams that sometimes thrill me

Over the world, I soar and keep

I give my thanks



For the birds that sing each melody

I give thanks

Every ray of light that they bring

I must give thanks

For the oceans and the seas

That ripple without me

I give my thanks



For the people all around me

I give thanks

Every one with special needs

I must give thanks

For the passion that drives me

To produce more poetry

I give my thanks


Don’t mind me

I’m just giving thanks


Giving Thanks by John D. Evans

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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is always a holiday that I look forward to celebrating. The turkey and dressing and sweet potato pies are usually the first thing that comes to mind but having all the family together is much more important. Especially since my two oldest sons are in college and I don't get to see them that often.

In today's age of rushing from one thing to the next and being pressed for time, Thanksgiving gives each of us a chance to slow down and gather around the table. It's a time for sharing our love with our family and friends. We can give our thanks to God for all the things He has blessed us with during the year.

So from my family to yours, I wish you a very warm and blessed Thanksgiving.


Memphis Vaughan, Jr.
Editor, TimBookTu

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Daily Selection for November 22, 2006: The Social Sickness Of American Racism

The Social Sickness Of American Racism

by M. Quinn





It’s been categorically proven, that everything has an origin; hence a beginning. The highly volatile and philosophical teachings of racism are no different. Yes folks, the extremely illogical mind-set of racism is a philosophy.


A philosophy is defined as; 1. Doctrine: a belief (or system of beliefs) accepted as authoritative by some group or school, 2. A personal belief about how to live or how to deal with a situation, i. e., "self-indulgence was his only philosophy"; "my father's philosophy, etc.


With all of its distortions and contaminated frame of references, racism nevertheless remains a philosophy. An extremely nefarious philosophy but one just the same.


The mechanics of racism are much different from most philosophical doctrines, because at the root of racism resides bigotry, ignorance and fear. That is why logic is not a chief ingredient of racist doctrine, and behavioral patterns. To the logical mind, there are no clear and concise explanations for these actions. Without the ability to use discernment in processing information, racism has continued to run amuck in American society.


We witnessed the divisive nature and the utterly devastating results of institutional racism during the events surrounding the beating of Rodney King, where many Caucasian Americans truly believed that the assault perpetrated by the L.A.P.D. upon Mr. King was justified. The trial was immediately moved from Los Angeles County to Simi Valley, California, which ensured that the jury selection would be prejudiced in favor of the accused, being that the neighborhood of Simi Valley is mostly Caucasian; and therefore the officers would be acquitted of any wrongdoing even though the brutality of this incident was recorded via videotape.


Furthermore, an example of judicial inequity for Black Americans in the United States was further exemplified in the case of the eighty-year-old Klu Klux Klan member Edgar Ray, who was merely found guilty of manslaughter, "not murder", for killing three innocent Black people during the Civil Rights era. He was subsequently released on bail after being convicted of this heinous crime.


SHOWBIZ POLITICS:


http://www.thenoyse.com/editorials/showbiz_politics.php



However, one of the most repulsive displays on the mechanics of institutional racism was more recently seen in the delayed response by the U.S. Government to the residents of New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, where Black Americans were left for days at a time without electricity, food, or water in an extremely perilous situation.


CATACLYSMIC KATRINA:


http://www.thenoyse.com/editorials/cataclysmic_katrina.php


The evils of racism, with all of its socially dysfunctional behaviors affect every aspect of life for Black people in America, from housing, education, healthcare, the judicial system, and the list goes on. We must refuse to remain in slumber, and ignore the social, judicial, economic and racial disparities that exist in today’s American society any longer.


It is likewise imperative that we are not duped by the political commentary thereof; into believing that the motivation behind the delayed response to the aftermath of Katrina could not have been fueled by a racially prejudiced mentality, even from the President of the United States of America. History categorically proves, that this would not be an anomaly.


In fact, while the Founding fathers of America – George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin were writing the words; “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” – they owned, sold and traded Africans as slaves.


Now some may argue the point that the events of the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade happened during a time in American history when Caucasians had the legal right to own Africans. However, I would argue that it is not a case of legality, but one of morality. Moral thoughts and actions are not the by-product of legislation, be it local, state, or federal; but one of a healthy mind and spirit.


Morality cannot be dictated, nor authorized by the legislative body on Capitol Hill or the laws of the land.


As we chronicle the history of the United States, we can undoubtedly see that the current culture has remained in power during the entire course of American history, and it therefore becomes quite apparent, that correcting the ills of institutional racism are not on their respective agendas - because we are no closer to a solution toward purging ourselves of this social sickness, than we were some fifty to sixty years ago.


We must ask ourselves; has the dominate culture in American society which possess the lion share of social, economic and political authority become so accustomed to living with the problem of racism that the mere thought of seeking an honest solution remains out of the question?


A TABOO DISCOURSE:

http://www.thenoyse.com/editorials/taboo.php


Within the grave tragedy in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, is a luminous opportunity to embark upon a national discourse, and chart out calculated strategies toward the abolition of racial (cultural) schism in America. Let's not allow this monumental opportunity to slip through our fingers, once again.


"Quote"


Words like democracy merely represent feel good rhetoric. For, if we truly lived in a democracy, a Black or woman president would not be seen as an aberration. America must rise above racial intolerance and aristocracy to truly produce a complete image of democracy. - M. Quinn, Writer Author '2004


Furthermore, one of the most significant reasons that America as a nation has not made any substantial progress in eradicating the practice of racism is partly due to the approach. Until we learn to put an end to dancing around and skirting the real issue of racism, while calling ourselves politically correct in America, the insidious head of this monster will continue to grow stronger and more powerful by the minute.


To truly effect change in the racial affairs within the confines of the United States, we must cease in asking and only addressing peripheral questions. We must likewise cease in being reactionary, and dealing only with the effects of racism rather than the causation itself.


It is imperative that we begin asking ourselves some fundamental questions, such as:


* Where did the philosophy of racial superiority begin?

* Who started the polluted philosophy, teachings and doctrine of racism?

* Why was this highly destructive and divisive mechanism created?



Many educators, intellectuals, politicians and spiritual gurus already have the answers to these questions.


However, instead of dealing with this social sickness directly, they would rather retreat to the artificial sanctuary of denial, while merely addressing the leaves on the perverted tree of racism rather than attacking the matter at its roots. It is vitally important, that if we are going to address racist doctrine with all its associated practices, that we begin to formulate strategies based on the truthful answers to the above questions.


Until we deal with these fundamental questions, racism will continue to vex, perplex and destroy the minds of people within the United States and the world community.


THE UNBREAKABLE TRUTH:


http://grove.ufl.edu/~feagin/handout%5B1%5D.iss1.htm



Organized marches, sit-ins, and protests will continue to be reactionary at best. These 1960's methodologies may have advanced some progress during the Civil Rights era; however, this approach is no longer a viable strategy in lancing the insidious head of racism in today's society. We must honestly address the who, where and why of racism. Any other approach merely remains peripheral at best and highly superficial at worst.


We must be clear, that racism is a philosophical doctrine that drives institutionalized practices and conduct, based on racial superiority.


Black people in America have never acquired the esteemed title of being racially superior according to the American system of aristocracy. So, when we quickly exclaim Black racism, let us ask ourselves - what institutional power do Blacks truly have in America? In addition, when have Blacks ever been assigned the title of racially superior according to the American way of thinking? In essence, Black Americans have merely been reacting to a system of oppression, degradation, brutality and prejudgment. "Cause and Effect"


True racism requires institutional power, which Blacks have not attained in the land of the free and the home of the brave. Let us begin to address the who, why, and where of this deceitful monster. We must cease using misleading words such as Black racism, which is merely meant to direct our minds and energy away from the real issue.


Last but not least, since Black Americans have been disproportionately affected by the ills of racism more than any other culture - through the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade, Jim Crow, the Civil Rights era, and right down to the subjective racism that is still so prevalent in American society; it remains our collective responsibility to unite as a people to eradicate this social sickness.


It is critically important for Black people in America - more than anyone else; to begin to understand the who, where, and why of this deceitfully insidious monster, and immediately commence in formulating strategies for the betterment of our people and the world community.


If not us, who? If not now, when?


REMOVING THE VEIL:


http://www.geocities.com/race_matters/removing_the_veil.html


The Social Sickness Of American Racism by M. Quinn

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Daily Selection for November 21, 2006: Dreams R Real...

Dreams R Real...

by Christen McLeod




Sometimes they can be scary
Often, we’d wish they’d never end
We find ourselves savoring the moment
In hopes of getting that good old feeling again
When you’re dazed and in a trance
That feeling of eternity and perfection
They hypnotize your sense of reality
And distort your sense of direction
But remain focused and determined
Remembering they’re not as impossible as they seem
Set your mind to it, please believe
That you, too, can conquer your dreams
For dreams are only illusions
Waiting to be revealed
As you believe, they become clear
And eventually, your dreams become real!

Dreams R Real... by Christen McLeod

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Saturday, November 18, 2006

Daily Selection for November 20, 2006: More Flies with Honey

More Flies with Honey: The Power of Good

by John D. Evans





Within all beings, there lies the potential for both good and bad behavior; at any given moment, we have the capacity, as well as the choice, to be either good or bad. While good behavior and positive energy are beautiful, bad behavior and negative energy are ugly. The old saying, “you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar” is also true for humans: The kinder we are to people and the more respectful and caring that we are, the more responsive and respectful others are likely to be in return. There is power in goodness because it opens the door for more goodness and positive energy to flow.


Our innate goodness is a source of strength, energy, and power that we must no longer surrender to or transform into ugliness. When we are good, it shows. It pleases all that is good. When we are good, others see it. Good is considerate. Good is kind. Good is helpful. Good is forgiving. Good is fair. Good is honest. Good smiles and means it. Good inspires more good. It is imperative that we transform our bad into good. We can live without many things, but we cannot survive one minute without goodness in our lives.


There is nothing wrong with goodness, the process of being good, or living the life called good. Good people have positive spirits and proactively do and say beautiful things. We should be ashamed to be ugly in attitude, language, or behavior. It should take a lot for us to allow ugliness to surface. There are enough people in the world who are doing and saying ugly things for the beautiful among us to join in. We must muse – we must inspire. There is more than enough ugliness – the world needs more of our beauty, more of our goodness.


More Flies with Honey: The Power of Good by John D. Evans

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Daily Selection for November 19, 2006: Educated Dread Pt.2

Educated Dread Pt.2

by Susan Nava



Man of Colour!
Oh you colourful man!
Warrior mane of locks and your all-year tan.
I see the fire in your eyes
Babylon nah understand
they try to bury you deep deep
make you dig with your bare hands.
You know where I stand
I
-cater for you if you promise to do the same
-am wifey sunday to sunday, celebrate everyday in His name
-never force you to anything if you never make me beg
-am your backbone support if you promise to be my legs
Carry me when I need you to and I will more than love you!

Educated Dread Pt.2 by Susan Nava

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Daily Selection for November 18, 2006: Educated Dread Pt.1

Educated Dread Pt.1

by Susan Nava



a conception
like Adam and Eva
Beyoncé-Hova
Bennifer and Brangelina.
I guess me and him would be Juzaana
like Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca
George Bush and Condolezza, Ellen Johnson and Liberia
he says, "Our unity is brilliant but I'd love to expand."
I smile at the fact
that we've been victimized by emotion
love seemed to be an absurd notion
the two of us? Mr and Miss Sceptisism?
caught the bug? I blame the kissing.
He speaks, I listen.
My deep-felt blessing in disguise
my gemini
mahogany pride
my ivory smile.
He fits my Educated Dread profile
Seek and you shall find


Educated Dread Pt.1 by Susan Nava

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Monday, November 13, 2006

Daily Selection for November 14, 2006: Women Banter

Women Banter

by Ankh



The women
They talk over the kitchen table
After long days and dinner
When the husbands have busied themselves
With things like Sunday Football
In tones sometimes hushed
Other times loud and rambunctious
They giggle and glare and replay
Sot that others may share their sentiments
Passing out their wisdom with their gossip and recipes
They speak of being broken and too old to care
As well as whole when they thought it was too late
And I remember when they use to shoo me from their midst
Now I sit at their feet
Silent
Learning of motherhood
And being a wife
Learning when to give a little and when to stand strong
They spill their secrets as though it is official
And I am one of “them”
And sometimes listened to my stories as well
And I grow up
Covered in their wings
So as not to make the mistakes that they have
The women
They talk about freedom in a way that I’ve never experienced
But want to
Stretching their used bodies out to be recycled into newness
Still hopeful to learn something new before they die
All the while

Women Banter by Ankh

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Selection for November 13, 2006: Who Cares

Who Cares

by Beaufort "Artt" Jenkins



Blessed to wake up in the morning
Frustration as I breathe
Reflections of my face
Judgment when I'm perceived
My shoes are hard to fit
Some will never understand
The world I live in is different
They don't look at us like a man
My anger comes from pain
Always yearning to be accepted
The only one in the room
Yet they still don't feel my presence
The world is so cold
Show us hope, we know despair
No matter how much I try
It seems they will never care

Who Cares by Beaufort "Artt" Jenkins

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Saturday, November 11, 2006

Selection for November 11, 2006: Why Am I Not Good Enough For You?

Why Am I Not Good Enough For You?

by Monie T. Jackson



I realize that interracial dating has become more accepted in the past several years and it seems like the the thing to do these days. In fact, I suppose that I wouldn't be opposed to dating a white man, if he was nice enough and if we were compatible like that. But I have always preferred the love of a black man, because I figure a black man would "GET" me, UNDERSTAND me, for we both face the same challenges and obstacles every single day. However, I find it more and more difficult to find a decent, AVAILABLE, black man these days.


I can't deny it though. I get infuriated when I see a good black man with a white woman, because I immediately ask myself what is wrong with me -- why am I not good enough? What do I need to do in order to be accepted by my Black King again? Do I need to get skinnier? Do I need to be driving a better car? Working a better job? What do I need to change about me in order to attract a decent, kind, and loving black men. I don't get envious over the kind of black men (the scrubs) that are walking around with a white woman draped on their arms. In fact, I am grateful to the white woman for taking him off the eligibility list for. No, I am talking about the kind of black man that works everyday, that is willing and wants to be a provider and head of household -- the responsible, black man -- the kind of man that is trying to do something with his life. Those are ones that I see so often wrapped around the white woman, and I want to scream because I wonder why sistas are being dissed.


There's no secret that the number of available black men in my age group (30 - 50) is pretty low. Everyone knows or have heard the statistics. Most men that are "marriable" are either in jail, drug addicts, or aready married or involved in a committed relationship -- whether that is in a relationship with a black woman, white woman, or surprisingly enough -- with another man. So what is left for a single black woman that is trying to find her prince or king? What is left for us to choose from? Are we just doomed to be alone or do we, too, jump the fence and either turn lesbian or go to a white man? Is that are choices now?


Why am I not good enough for the black man? Why does he turn his back on me? Well, I think I know part of the reason, and not a reason that most of you would think. Unfortunately, I blame some of my own black sistas for contributing to the decrease in available black men. How? Because unfortunately, some sistas have made it really difficult for the decent, good black women. Some sistas have made our men so disenchanted with us, that being with a white women seems to be the only alternative for them to be happy. Our society has become such a materialistic society as well as superficial. And some of our sistas are die-hard worships of "gold-diggism" -- that is, it's all about the bling, and what the black man can bring. You can Holla if you have a dolla. And I suppose black man have to come to a realization that is all that ALL black women want.


But not all black women are like that. We are all not about "the car you drive" or "the brand of clothes that you wear", or about the "bling on your arm". Some of us, just want a good man that will love us, and that wants to grow together as a couple. We just want a man that has goals and shares your aspirations to be better and better. I have never really been to concerned about where a man works or what he does for a living -- as long as whatever he does -- is a an honest, LEGAL, living. Some women want to be a supporter and encourager of HIS dreams, and only want for HIM to be a supporter and encourager of our dreams.


I have had several conversations with black men who date white women exclusively, and their comments are fairly similar. For the most part, black men say that black women "have too much mouth", too demanding, and less accomodating. White women do not appear to give black men a lot of flack or "lip service" about what they are or are not. They are accepting to anything, and more willing to coddle their man. In other words, white women give less drama than black women.


I just want the record to show that there are good, black women out there (and I happen to be one of them). I have my issues just like anyone walking this road of life, but I am a good woman just the same, and like any woman, she just wants to be loved, adored, honored, and respected. There are a lot of decent, hard working, professional, educated, intelligent, and attractive black women out there that actually have something to offer other than drama and heartaches. And we just want a chance to introduce ourselves to you, and let you know GOOD black women do exist. All I am saying to my brothas is this -- don't count us all out because of your experiences with a few. We all don't share the ideals on love and relationships. We are not all gold diggers, we all do not have baby daddy drama, we all don't have bad credit, we all are not on wellfare, we all do not have attitudes, and we all not demanding. If we demand anything, it's only what we feel we are entitled to, and that is love and respect. We don't and shouldn't except anything less. If you are not asking the white women that you date to accept less than that, then why would ask us to accept any less.


Love should have no color they say. I suppose it would be ideal, if you could just love who you love and that be it. But until then, all I am saying is that don't stop loving me because someone else couldn't love you. Don't stop loving us (black women -- for we are still and always beautiful) because a black woman couldn't love you.


You should let me love you

Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need

Baby good love and protection

Make me your selection

Show you the way love's supposed to be

Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you...lyrics by Mario


Why Am I Not Good Enough For You? by Monie T. Jackson

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Friday, November 10, 2006

Selection for November 10, 2006: If

If

by Katina McRae



If U were a Poem
I would write /type / then recite U
Ova and Ova again
If U were a light switch I Would turn U on all the time
If U were love I would place myself
Directly on top of your foundation
So, I could emulate U Indefinitely
If U were Music I would need to feel U whispering in my ear
Repeatedly
If U were morals I would slip U on
Daily
If U were a cup of coffee, I would prefer U Black
If U were perfection
I would strive to be the closest thing to U
If U were the night
I would wanna be the darkness U dwell in
Eternally
If U were a out of body experience
I would want to have U at least once
Maybe twice a week
If U where Life
I would live U peacefully to the fullest
And spiritually to the highest
If U were knowledge
I would let U occupy my mind
Forever
If I promise to shelter U from pain
Would U make me your refuge?
Always
If U where a Mic
I would neva have stage fright
If I could rearrange the alphabet
I would put U 1st
If U w ere Time I wouldn’t waste U
If U were a lyrical flow
I would wanna feel your vibe
Again
If U were a slice of inspiration,
Betta
Yet my mental stimulation
I would have to express U
If U were the object of my affection
As soon As we made eye contact
U would know
If I were bless to have U
As my 2 full Lips, I would lick U
Constantly
Because I wrote / typed then recited
This piece with the thought of U
Imprinted in my brain
So
If loving U is addictive
Then I am gonna have a habit


If by Katina McRae

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Thursday, November 09, 2006

Selection for November 9, 2006: Ebonically Speaking...

Ebonically Speaking...

by Neil G. White



Say what you want to say
just don't inundate with metaphors and similes
unless they come into play
the shortest distance to any given point is the straight way
why betray clarity just to be showy
simplicity has always offered a certain beauty
point of view should be full circle like a firm booty
Check the wordplay
I get off on this stuff like the end of a work day
No fool no fun is what I always heard folks say
Can go round and round like a grandfather clock displays
or be straight as 6 o'clock if I deem necessary
Let's all get wet as we ride the crest of this wave
Are we all still privy to what I'm trying to say?
Nod up and down for yea or side to side for nay
When it comes to literature don't want to make a mockery
As fore-mentioned just trying to have fun
Make a mental note of the diction
Love the meter of these verses 'cause they sound so crazy
Lord have mercy
You've been quite patient so here comes the finale
Here's the crux of what I've tried to say
don't get slick with linguistics
until you know the basics.



Ebonically Speaking... by Neil G. White

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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Selection for November 8, 2006: Testament

Testament

by Anthony Lewis




Testament (derailed)

…silence…

neither heaven, nor hell.
no horned goblin breath
ing smoke & fire. the fire,
the brimstones have rescinded.

the pale horse and rider
are not around. no audience
to witness my reluctant arrival.
the horn players are a no show.

…silence…

milk & honey, streets of
gold? where? bamboozled
again! a non existence, a
personal darkness engulfed

in the reality of this truth.
deep within the void eternity
silently awaits. ssshhhhhh…amen.

…silence…

(damn)




Testament by Anthony Lewis

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Sunday, November 05, 2006

Selection for November 6, 2006: Ordinary Man

Ordinary Man

by 1st Poet



As I sit here thinking about life and what's it all about
All the every day trials that come about in life
Yielding every ache and pain over to Christ
Reading his word daily trying to get it right
So many times I fail come on I'm just trying to be honest with self
Tossing and turning all through the night
Crying out to God to help me get it right
Even though he already knows the plans for my life
Yet I still struggle to be an ordinary man
Caught in the strong holds of a world system plan
Denying the power there of which created everything
Jesus I thank you I'm only a ordinary man I believe your word
Brings healing in every situation despite the pain
Show me how to love unconditionally to my friends
Let me be the example of a mustard seed
As I walk out in the wilderness searching for who I truly am
Just an ordinary man

Ordinary Man by 1st Poet

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Selection for November 5, 2006: Lyrical Obsession

Lyrical Obsession

by ESN



Strong and stoic,
like the ancient Sphinx of Egypt, so profound
my love is cryptic, like reading the mysterious
writings of the hieroglyphics.

My name is Nubia, Queen of the ancient worlds
of Africa.

I am the Lyrical Obsession,
of the world when I walk with the simplest
sway of my hips, I cause the Universe to slip,
making earth; forget its rotation.

I am timeless, like God's wisdom, priceless,
like a family heirloom, like the sun, I beckon
trampled down flowers to bloom.

I reached into the heavens and repositioned
the moon, and stars so the Earth can open up to
tell me, her deepest secrets.

Like a pupil I sit poised at her feet,
awaiting her knowledge to rain down on me.

How strange, it is for you, to forget my name,
is Nile, where my channel runs deep,
my blood flows bringing life from miles.

Just to taste my sweet, virgin nectar.

I am the Lyrical Obsession, when I speak,
I have my own symphony, when I laugh, (ha,ha)
I am free,

like a thousand once captured souls at the bottom
of the Atlantic Sea.

My name is america,
when i cry from the horrors that i've seen,
black bodies swingin from Mississippi trees.

I have seen, more than i care to see, more than
i care to share, murder, torture, brutality
an unbelievable nightmare.

My soul cries, out like a baby in the lonely
still night.

My ears ring, like the liberty bell no peace,
no justice, nothing to show but a crack in humanity,
i saw Katrina the voice of injustice the mirror of reality.

I have been raped, beaten, lynched, branded, put to shame,
you have forgotten me in the same;
i cry these tears for old and new,
i cry these tears for you.

I am the Lyrical Obsession,
but know i suffer, deep depression.

I was mighty like the Pyramids,
now life is somethin, i dread.

Until my Father and Brother came to me;
pulling up a spiritual chair to my mental table,
they told me something that i was not able, to comprehend.

Because of previous conditions,
all i could see was ebony faces, being used
as though it was tradition.

By what seems like all races, standing on our shoulders
i am surprised we're not all in back braces.

The I realized who we were and are,
like an amnesia patient it was all coming back
but I was left with a scare.

Of remembrance, being stuck in a trance,
for what seemed like an eternity, however,
it all came back to me.

AND

I will regain my rightful spot amongst the Kings
and Queens, because I am and will always be,

The Lyrical Obsession.



Lyrical Obsession by ESN

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Saturday, November 04, 2006

Selection for November 4, 2006: Soul Love

Soul Love

by Brother DeBuff



seeking soul love
truth deep down
inside emotions
soul to soul
creating real
love joy
smooth love
woman love heart
beats no closed
door in her life
I enter
keep on loving
over and over
then some more
that love is here
going nowhere
hold my hand
emotional touch
what needed
lips
blend in kisses
bodies embrace
within one space
my whisper
love is real
love is true
two become three
by love seeds
her brown eyes
see my love journey
true stories told of love
her brown eyes sing
all that my song
mean love rest here
in warmth of her space
now my love resides


Soul Love by Brother DeBuff

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Friday, November 03, 2006

Selection for November 3, 2006: Orange Sun's Life

Orange Sun's Life

by Twinkle



Each sunrise and sunset, we receive is blessed
By the perfections only we perceive.

Our life threads are different
Yet it starts and end the same
Like a branded cow
You will always remain

The red hot fury of the stoke is gone
Your lesson, moments shared remains
The red dust has not clouded
The images remains...strong

Power, Strength, Moments or Love
Which ever contains
The Spell that keeps
The anger away!

Thank you for our moments
To the very end....
For which ever
Power, Strength, Moments or Love

KEEPS THE ANGER AWAY

Orange Sun's Life by Twinkle

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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Selection for November 2, 2006: A Not So Simple Matter Of Booty

A Not So Simple Matter Of Booty

by Alice Parris



A Not So Simple Matter Of Booty
by Alice Parris

I scratched my head as you worked feverishly
putting blinds on all of the wide-open windows
in the new house. I was crest-fallen and saddened

when you scolded me for having jocular conversations
with strangers. I never saw your laser, eagle-eyes as you
watched everyone who incredulously watched my booty.

As I went about the task of decorating, you were quickly
becoming a home security expert. No covering, chain,
security door or alarm system would take care of this
earth-shattering, problematic matter of my big ole booty.

What unsuspecting adolescent might see my big booty through
a telescope designed for perusing constellations, stars?

Who might catch a glimpse as I emerged glistening
from olive-oiled waters in the darkness at nightfall?

Who might catch an unauthorized glance from the rear
as I was shopping for houshold items and groceries?

Who could assist you in making my booty invisible to all
but you, in a locale where booty reigns supreme, where
breasts and legs are just a matter of personal preference?

The firestorm of your territorial reflex left me crazed.

Your excursion into the land of bizarre irrationality
was a not so simple matter of a high-slung, heart-shaped,
super-sized (don't tell momma) big, ole bouncy booty.

A Not So Simple Matter Of Booty by Alice Parris

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Selection for November 1, 2006: Succulent

Succulent

by Robbie Ayele




Fragrant globs of gold gently kiss honey brown skin
Sparkling in the dying pinkish white sunlight
Winking, teasing, flirting and beckoning
With the intoxicating scent of sugary sweet promise
Drifting off the warm sleek surface in lazy waves
As fat yellow jacks suspend above on thick air
Poised to steal some succulent satisfying goodness
While the buzz and hum of a thousand winged angels as one
Finds its mark and drinks before rising pregnant towards
The blinding ball of fire making its final descent towards mother earth
Going down in glory as the graying light relents
Saluting as a cloak of darkness extinguishes all sight
And a round white face takes his rightful place
Staring down lovingly from the purplish black sky before
Casting a bewitching glow on that glorious honey brown skin

Succulent by Robbie Ayele

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