 Perhaps the biggest smile of my life How It All Started: It's funny how love works...I used to think poetry was cheesy, until one fateful day in English class, when my teacher Gary Kimsey (at the time) asked me to write 25 different poems as a final project. Suddenly a switch in me turned on and I couldn't stop writing. I finished a 3-week project in a 2-day span. I was inspired. When I turned it in, Mr Kimsey looked at me with a "wow" expression. He returned the small book a week later and graded it 195/210. His comment clearly floored me. "This book is exactly what I envisioned, you have developed into a mature young poet I knew you could be" Ever since those uplifting words I realized my calling, it was then when My world began with poetry.
A Poetic Crime Sifting through words; Destroying emotion. To edit a poem, An unforgivable crime. Plagiarizer To plagiarize is to acknowledge You’re no longer honest with yourself A guilt-ridden Conscience “Poetry, like a prayer, is a spiritual connection between man and God”
Therapeutic Tears Tears are liquefied feelings; They lubricate the driest soul. To cry is to feel… A blissful release.
Art Abstract Appealing An elegant stroke A timeless brush, golden Endless expressions, beauty “A splash of color adds life to the world”
To Love Her, A Necessary Need I met her on a Monday, frigid morning With plenty of sunshine, her smile She was brown-skin, sensuous caramel With eyes as hypnotic as a black panther Her smell was like Georgia peaches, The fragrance of a Goddess. Before I could vie for her affections She unveiled my intentions… Her vagina spoke (with intelligence) Telling me that I had no chance Of getting in between without first getting To know her from the neck up And so I smoothly persuaded her Into unzipping…her mind. My ears wide open, my Heart equally empathetic, I felt the pain through her broken voice That I swore I held her hand Through her many trials; She gave me her trust And denuded before me, She succumbed to me. I rejected the offer, I couldn’t do it--- My conscience came into play, It was then I became a man, Expelling the urge to satisfy my Carnal need. My appetite for lust Was no longer my hunger; Better understanding her Became my daily bread. She needed love, She needed a best friend. Someone who would actually listen And be sensitive to her concerns. She found comfort in me, Freely throwing herself towards My clasping arms. I held her tightly And kissed her forehead. She shed a tear and asked me, To never leave her or hurt her. I grabbed her hands and placed it Right on my heart. She could feel My beats quickly becoming hers.
Field Worker
Come kiss heaven's hand and give a warm embrace. Soil the roots of wisdom unto this desolate earth; A barren land you blissfully sow high hopes, Plant with joy a prosperous toil reaped with dirty bones. ~ Sacred be your pastures green labored hard and long, Blessed are the grounds in which you now step upon. For valued is the meadow that your hard work built; Nothing is ignored now for decent work dispels all guilt. ~ The spirit does appreciate burning blood and tears, And blistered hands of effort-fetched by arduous years. Rewarded be the sweat of a field worker, For bountiful is the fruit of his labor. "MLK Jr had a dream, that one day we'd all become free at last, free to be who we are without condemnation; I have a dream, that one day poetry will touch the life of one person and lead him or her to inspire the perfect poem to reach out and touch millions"
Deadly Widow
In (absolute I lay, Motionless, frozen Stillness) Her kisses; (like) Neurotoxins That paralyzed My sense Of feeling--- Surreptitiously, The black widow Made her web And entangled me In a corrosive trap- She lit my heart With a diluted promise, And watched me Burn in her lie. She fed till she binged (in my pain)
Freedom Amidst Tumultuous Roads
My deliverance! Freedom taken, earned, re-gained! And still I am a prisoner of myself and ignorance Against all odds I’ve overcome many obstacles The roads taken were not easy ambles They were filled with bumps and shambles Often I look to my past for answers And often I fall in the same blunders The mountains seem too high to climb Nevertheless, I am not he who makes excuses I am a warrior, willing and able Ambition and dedication are my fuzes With God besides me, I am capable Though the journey will produce many bruises My faith is unshaken, my fate inescapable!
I Like Your Hugs
I like your hugs when they hug me. It is quite the thrill. Turbo charged Endorphins and irregular palpitations. I like your hugs. I like how they make Me feel, complete. I like to feel the Sudden tremors my body goes through, When your arms are wrapped across Mine, like frozen, like still, like time Stopping for affection. I like your hugs When they hug me. Every time feels Better.
Timeless Bliss She and I (her and me) In love So deeply in Fragile still (my heart speaks Her name with) Subtle grace (reverberating -she and I- In a sacred world) To love her true-ly (two beats Excited as an eager Morning sun) Unite in timeless bliss) |
"To the world I'm just a mere man; to poetry I am immortal"
The Meaning Behind The Title: Before a baby is born, he sees nothing but darkness, his world is that of obscurity. When he is delivered from his mother's womb, is when his life is greeted with sublime light, his world begins; Poetry is the very light that destroyed my blindness.
The Elegance Of Your Mind Your exterior beauty dazzles me; Your matching intellect enamors me. Your glamorous appeal concocts well With your eloquence, And thus, you’re irresistible . With your permission… I’d like to taste the delicacies of your speech So I can savor your every word. The chalice of your evocative mind Is bound to overflow… And I… Want to drink From that chalice, So that the sweet berries Of your words Can quench My inquisitive thirst.
Intrinsic Intrinsic love; A blueprint of selflessness… Friendship Is water, A nourishing oasis; It never dries up. The Power Of Meditation Open your eyes, To a distant world, Far from the one we know. Find yourself Afloat a cloud And let your mind Drift away. Let your imagination Create the perfect illusion… A fingertip closer to God. Put aside your Mortal thoughts And believe in achieving An immortal dream, The perfect rapture. Let your soul’s joy Emit positive rays Of change… Meditate.
Seductress Of The Night
Seductress of the night; Caramel skin complexion, A tempting treat, Her lips, like a fierce concoction Of sugar and spice, One kiss and…drift away, She takes me high, above the clouds, Under heaven, by the stars. Seductress of the night; You’re desirable, Addicting, you’re wanted, Not only by my body But by my mind and spirituality, Your precense excites me, So much that I experience An other worldly sensation…desire!
I’m Nothing To This World, Just A Teacher
I am nothing, to this world, just a speck. This life, a turbulent ride, a vicious trek. Acceptance becomes a better prize than respect, For this world, like society, loves to deject. I am nothing, to this world, just a wanderer. If life had answers, I’d be a living enquirer. Complicated and confusing, this world. Many myths, many fables, many truths, untold. I am nothing, to this world, just a fool. I am he who knows nothing, mimicry’s tool. I am simply a student, life is a distinguished sage. Life is simply a book, daily turning its page I am nothing, to this world, just a man. A humble man, with a majestic plan; To abolish fictions and disrobe truth, To educate malnourished minds, our youth.
Oh Lovely My Lovely
O LOVELY how the thought of you sets me free, Your smile, warm and bright, a splendorous sunshine Your eyes, a soft hue, like blue laced agatine O LOVELY how you resemble the perfect blueprint My muse, goddess of me, you’re a soothing eon; You pacify my stressful life, you’re my Zion. Your caress is like a passionate ion, A rapture-like sensation, your hands, a permanent imprint. You’re the permanent tattoo, forever etched in my beats, You’re the lasting scent, impregnated in my bed-sheets, You’re my happiness, sadness easily fleets, My past replaced, with your delicate fingerprint. O LOVELY how the thought of you sets me free, Your smile, so warm and light, a subtle sunshine Your eyes, a tender hue, of blue laced agatine O LOVELY how you resemble perfection!
Poet To The Night
They call me poet to the night, Say honey, can I get to know you From the neck up? May I Seduce your mind with funky Fresh explicit and illicit wordplay? Seduce your mind to the point Of complete and total nudity? Talk about me? Nah, Let’s talk about you, About your upbringing, About your past. I want to get deeply embedded In the lustrous fibers of your Thought process, so I can Intervene between painful Thoughts so that you can No longer remember Why you’re crying. Is that a giggle I hear? Cool then, now cheer up And let me see the radiant glow Disperse from the twinkle of Your eyes, let the rainbow Of your dimples connect with The sunshine, let happiness Glisten through, Smile. They call me poet to the night, And I’m trying to propose you Mentally so I can marry You intellectually… Make love to you in a vivid dream And wake up next to you As if our sub-consciousness Became one. Say honey, They call me poet to the night And if you want me Just for the night, I’ll be your slave forever.
Three Words That Really Matter I live for thee, As I’ve never lived before. For thee I’d die, A thousand life-times. In the palm of your hands (my precious) I rest my heart, In the warmthness of your caress (my sweet) all pain is gone. I can write a universe of words- I can compose a world of loving verses- I can decipher your beauty in a million feelings- Yet, why waste so much when I can express Perfection in three words…I love you!
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