Archive for the ‘ Poetry ’ Category

Quiet Storm

Your voice
Is sweet thunder sent from heaven

You send
Streaking electricity
The entire length of my spine
As brilliant as lightning bolts

Your song
Whispers like the wind does
It is
A hypnotic
And
Gentle with its embrace

Like
The clouds filled with its moisture,
Your heart
And your passion,
Are just that full with love

As all life waits
For its nourishment to fall,
I wait
For you to precipitate

Baby,
Rain on me

We Rise

While looking to the sky

Yesterday,

We let baloons fly at Belle Isle Park

Symbolizing your new freedom…

We embraced each other

Wiped our teary eyes

Held hands in Prayer

Asking God

To welcome you into His Kingdom…

Although not exactly positive of

His reasons

In Faith we all must continue to

Believe Him

In obedience,

Continue trying to please Him…

You will never be far from us

When we sit and think back to where we originated,

We know it wasn’t by chance how you became

Part of us

Detroit’s Bates Academy wasn’t only a place for

The intellectually,

Artistically  and

Musically

Gifted and Talented children

It was a learning atmosphere

With a greenhouse effect instilled in

We were seeds

And you…

You were our nurturers

You fed us knowledge

You fed us inspiration

You fed us love

Filled our hearts with your same steadfast dedication

You helped us develop the roots for the trees

We perceive as being our lives…

You believed in us

Before we believed in us

Kept feeding us and breeding us

Until we believed in us…

Healthy we became

Enabling us to be

Omniferous,

Fruitful in the world’s eyes

Collectively and individually

We thank you

Because of you,

We rise!

***I was going through some of my things and found this poem that I originally wrote in 2001 following the loss of two of the best and strongest women/teachers/mentors/role models that I have ever met.  Too many times as clay, we forget how we were shaped.  This is for them, in remembrance.

Amazing Grace

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

I have but a gleam of Amazing

I’ve seen things Amazing

I believe in Amazing

Amazing I am not

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Until I talked with Amazing

Shown I was created with an Amazing hand

AGAIN…

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Then my walk became Amazing

And

Amazing “Footprints” were seen left in the sand

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

However,

I have met 3 kindred spirits of an Amazing place…

Goodness is Amazing

Mercy is Amazing

But

Especially Amazing

Is Grace

AILMENT

Thoughts of you are so painful to me

They are causing debilitating headaches

And my nose to bleed

As if I had suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

From not wearing a seatbelt and experiencing the force felt

Of being in a collision with

A Detroit city bus (16 Dexter)

You are like this discomforting feeling…

A misplaced vertebrae in my spine

Constantly reminding me

Is the pain that is shot from my behind

Into the core of my mind

Framed to be somethin’ I ain’t no more

Physically,

No longer am I inclined

To dunk from the dotted arc

Or shoot from 3 point lines…

Before you grabbed ahold of me

I used to be able to leap into new heights

Fly high like childhood kites at the beach

Bitch!

Why you tryin’ to ground me!?

Pulling me down

Puppeting me around

Tugging at my strings

You’re inhibiting me

Like a lingering ACL injury

Leaving me wondering

Will I ever be what I used to be

Cutting into me painfully

Like reconstructive surgery

Succeeded in damaging the last of the vast nerves in me

Recently it has occurred to me

You are nothing but an ailment

I’ve got to let you go

This shit is hurting me

The Appointment (16 DEXTER)

It was January 13th, 1997 when

You made me acknowledge You

We met for the first time

Face to face

You sent a city bus for me,

Detroit’s route 16

Better known as,

The Dexter

You wouldn’t have me be late for our appointment…

At first I thought,

“This must be a mistake…”

That I lay there in such pain

With my mouth bleeding

And my face planted into the steering wheel

Of my 1982 Chrysler

In half of an instant,

My world came to a screeching halt

Mangled by the impact of steel crushing steel

My car was twisted like a pretzel

I’d never been hit like this before

I should have had my seatbelt on

But would it matter?

My vertebrae became misplaced in my spine

Will need physical therapy

There goes basketball and my dreams of becoming a pro…

Suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

Will need neuro and occupational therapy too…

“What’s your name?”

I was asked

I couldn’t remember…

Only the first two letters came to mind

Where am I?

This intense light is hurting my eyes…

I stood before You and heard Your voice

Listening to what I did not yet know were my new instructions

After the light that flashed before me had fizzled

I began regaining conciousness…

I realized I was still alive

Amnesia had started to set in though

I heard someone on the phone say,

“There has been a bad accident on

Woodward at Grand River”

Looking at what my car used to be

A ball of confusion surrounds me

What just happened to me?

Why did this happen to me?

After 4 years I knew Your lesson…

You passed it on through Pastor Marvin Winans

At Perfecting Church…

“When you’re not on the path that He sees fit, God has the ability to break you down beyond human understanding and, like with clay, shape you into what He wants you to be.”

That day in January,

The day I used to look back on and say,

This is the day I lost everything…

On that day,

I now realize

Is when You made me the mighty man I am today

I like to…

I like to let my imagination & creativity wrestle with words…

Describe how I’m feeling with adjectives, while actions are shown with my verbs… 

Sleepwalkers

Too many Sleepwalkers…

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads…

Like zombies,

Back and forth mindlessly

They often trance

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Easily could be considered

The Walking Dead…

No purpose in life,

Or direction…

No future in sight

Projected only toward their simplest and nearest affections

Infection has run rampant

Leaving the rest of society’s conscious minds feeling dejected

Wondering if hope can be kept alive

Restore their civilized lives

And not be a once realized,

But now,

Futile perception

Because there are too many Sleepwalkers

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Society is being overrun with The Walking Dead

575 – HAIKU

575

What is a Haiku?

Many poem rules, words few

My five seven five

Am I creative

Enough to grasp interest

Wordsmith constructing

Equanimity

Dependable qualities

Birthed affinities

Fatigue becomes me

Working wearily on me

Good men are priceless

Sleeping under stars

Dreaming of life not as hard

Waiting to feel light

A new day is born

First light you see in the morn

A beautiful Dawnn

She illuminates

Pausing taking in her rays

Warmth becomes my face

This is a Haiku

Few words, many poem rules

My five seven five