She sings the Church songs on Sunday
and tries to emulate the feeling the singer had
In its absence, she taps those soon-to-be
manicured nails on the table
and taps those eight years old Shirleys
that even God would question on the floor
She bows her head and damn near speaks
in tongues that even the tongue can’t decipher
She taps the mind to make it believe, like she does, that She is doing all the right things to make it into Heaven’s God’s grace
She can’t wait ’til Church is over
So She can resume how others see her
All along, She was planning her day
Tag: challenge
Black as a Cowboy
Ride ’em!
Until they call You, “Cowboy.”
Take hold of the reins
and raise your arm and fist
up high to show you mean business.
And, when that one tires,
raise the other one
Steady and balance yourself
to avoid being knocked off
the merry-go-round.
There’s no need to raise your voice
to be taken seriously.
Remember, you don’t have to lower
your head to know where you’re going
“Strength for the Weary”
‘You who call for immigration reform, do You practice hospitality with strangers?’
–Derek W. H. Thomas
Damn, You told the truth
They all had passes
along with their free thinking
Gods meant nothing to them
until they needed a change
PC went out with the trash
like the first computer did
Somewhere, there is one still out there
about to be crushed and recycled
Corporations flourish
at the sake of a mere opportunity
for the already gone
Grabbing stones to encircle their grave
Yet, only one remains supreme
because of default
Crazy isn’t just Crazy
just junk before drinking the juice
Letting the truth be told
feelings will be hurt
once the death toll hits home
But, it’s already happened
They’re dead, too
You liked the evil-doer, in the beginning.
Until she came back and bit you in the ass.
Stroke Alert
In the end
What does it matter
That we weren’t fed with a silver spoon
Or that we didn’t hear the clatter
When the cow jumped over the moon?
What does it matter
That we left home without an umbrella
Saw other kids laughing then to scatter
At the sight of a burly fella?
What does it all mean
When some have more
The price they paid for all that green
Could have made their hearts more sore
Do you think about
the meaning of life?
Could you have taken a different route
And become someone’s devoted wife?
Even if you tried to live
According to the Bible
If your mission was just to give
No one could hold you libel
But, when it’s said and done
Did you find a least one friend
One who could turn gloom into sun
And promise to be there In the end?
The Warm Goodbye
Saying what you want to hear
Always confuses me
Turning shivers to fear
Something (even) a child shouldn’t see
Breaking apart
For some, it’s so easy to do
After I’ve given you my heart
I see the difference in You
Please say, Hello
to our Warm Goodbye
Try not to let me fall too low
I may not be able to reach the sky
Please say, Hello
before you pass me by
It’s not all my doing though
If only you’d ask me why
Tears they fall off my pillow
Onto the bed sheets and into my hands
Wanting you to water my weeping willow
So the other flowers cheer in the stands
Tell me that you still love me
Say it soft and with a wink and a smile
I pray that my eyes don’t fail to see
the joy I gave you for a while
Ask Mama, but trust Dad
Before your nose gets bloody
And fighting gets you sad
When you can’t find your best buddy
Ask Mama, but trust Dad
Sometimes they need a fist
To go upside that head
I know it’s such a twist
It’s as if you are seeing red
When you’ve tried making peace
But it’s going from worse to bad
Stop making your own elbow grease
Ask Mama, but trust Dad
Mama don’t want no hurt
She tries to make things right
Even tries for a sit down chat
If Daddy sees a bruise
He’s got nothing to lose
They’ll all know where the party’s at
Both sides of good
Keeping grace and love
in the neighborhood
They know how to settle the score
A different way to fight
one dark one light
Hey, that’s what parents are for
When you keep trying to make peace
But things just get too bad
Stop using your own elbow grease
Tell Mama, but trust big bad Dad
Say it like you mean it
Call me a lezzy
Just like a lesbian calls me
And dust me off
Inhale and cough
like the dust Doritos leave on
the tips of your fingers
by licking them
and savoring the taste
Man, it lingers
I love the way
you leave me on your sheets
for the next one to see
Let them see the beets
So they think of me
And then, I love the way
I make you say
you see superstar in my eyes
after the marathon
The Champion
The Don
of defiling box springs
And those oh silly little things
that make hearts sing
by flowing down below
North by South
by way of the mouth
It’s always warmer South
after you tell me how to
milk the cow
When a tree cries
It is so sweet
Damn good enough to eat
then after a retreat
Deplete me
never mistreat me
Please make me cry
Reach above me
As high as the sky
And this festival of nations
The best of creations
will make us both
spend our last dime
on a sticky, drippy
sweaty good time