| 3.08.2007 |
| What If... |
What if...
The world was flat.
What if...
The letter "l" was fat. What if...
My eyes were blue.
What if...
Fake friends were really true. Would the world be any different?
Would things change?
Would people be nicer?
Would things remain the same? What if...
We were nicer to everyone we meet.
What if...
We didn't waste most of the food we eat. What if...
My hair wasn't brown.
What if...
Life didn't sometimes get me down. The world around me changes.
I manage to stay the same.
The world is growing meaner.
Who is to blame? Labels: 2007, Emotions, Life, Thinking |
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| 1.19.2007 |
| Who Cares For Me? |
Life is new,
But words get old.
I know some people,
Who are truly bold.
Haven't call me,
Since yonder years.
She's having a baby,
Now, she sends me cheers.
Trying to be nice,
But it's hard you see.
Until they want something,
No one cares for me.Labels: 2005, Emotions, Life |
| posted by Me @ 2:56 PM |
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| Not Understanding |
Despondent, can't figure out why.
Tears fill my eyes, so I want to cry.
Not fully understanding these emotions.
At times often overcome by the sensations.
Joyful, I certainly know why.
Life is great, so I can reach up to the sky.
Not fully understanding these emotions.
At times often overcome by the sensations.
Melancholy, for now apparent rationale.
Hoping, often for a boost to my morale.
Not fully understanding these emotions.
At times often overcome by the sensations.
Ecstatic, happiness encompasses me all about.
Happiness, my state without any doubt.
Not fully understanding these emotions.
At times often overcome by the sensations.
Not fully understanding what it is I feel.
Not fully understanding who causes me to feel.Labels: 2004, Emotions, Life |
| posted by Me @ 2:55 PM |
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| God You've Got To Help Me |
God You've got to help me,
If this is Your will.
I've waited so long,
Seems like waiting any longer will make me ill.
I want what's best for me,
And I want to be in Your will.
But God You've got to help me,
I'm getting restless, eager, and annoyed.
Seems like nothing ever goes right,
And me, happiness often avoids.
I am trying to hold on,
Until my chance comes.
It sure seems it always eludes me,
Like my chance will never come.
God I know, that if I wait on You,
What You have for me will be great.
But God You've got to help,
Lord, please help me to wait!Labels: 2004, Emotions, God, Life, Prayer |
| posted by Me @ 2:54 PM |
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| Pondering |
My heart skips a beat.
My lips can't help but smile.
Every time my thoughts go to you,
You drive me wild.
So many times I wondered,
If my dream would come true.
Every time I my thoughts wonder,
My dream comes out to be you.
Sitting by window,
Staring as the world goes by.
Telling myself over and over,
It's not yours to ask why.
Sermon after sermon,
All in God's time.
Don't want to over step my bounds,
I only want what's truly mine.
There I was and there he was,
It all seemed as if by fate.
One thought I pondered,
All I had to do was wait.
Thankful that I did,
For my reward I see.
Thankful to God,
He sent my dream to me.Labels: 2003, Emotions, God, Life, Love, My Love |
| posted by Me @ 2:51 PM |
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| 1.18.2007 |
| Kitchen Talk |
On holidays, I always end up in the kitchen.
Pick any holiday you like.
I do it now and I especially did it then.
Thanksgiving, Easter Sunday, or Christmas Eve night.
In there sits Grandma, aunts, cousins, and friends.
But I am usually the youngest one there.
It's better than being in the den,
With loud mouth uncles, whose heads are bare.
"Lord, this kitchen sho' smells good," remarks Aunt Kay.
Collard greens, candied yams, boiling chit'lings, and baking ham.
Escape, Opium, Red, and Old Aunt Mable's Ben Gay.
Peach cobbler, some pecan pie, and the pot of cooking strawberry jam.
There's food in the kitchen, on the shelves, and all over the place.
Fried chicken, rolls, and some spaghetti dish.
Green beans, macaroni and cheese, what I wouldn't give for a taste.
Oh, yea, let's not forget the skillet of frying fish.
But you don't go in the kitchen to taste the food.
You go for the gossip, advice, complaints, and fellowship.
In walks Cousin Buton, he says something rude.
Miss Mattie says something funny to him, that woman's a trip.
Grandma's discussing the state of the world.
Stacy chimes in, "Somebody needs to be beat!"
Aunt Frances shakes her head for the lost boys and girls.
As little Johnny B screams, "When do we eat?"
They show him out and change the theme.
Back to the "good old days," not now, no, Lord, please.
Someone remarks of Dr. King's dream,
And then they start to tease.
"These kids today don't know nutin' about a struggle or a fight!"
"Don't know nutin' about hunger, fear, or life."
"Just know how to cause trouble and watch TV late at night."
"Now come on Grandma, we don't cause that much strife!"
"Child, hush your mouth and sit on down."
Then they all start in on me.
Why must I always suffer because of a few clowns?
So I just sit down and take it, that's the best thing, you see.
The tirade is over and I'm free at last.
Oh, Lord there they go discussing, what else, men.
They remark of men present, men future, and men past.
They call them dogs, heroes, wimps, among other things.
But the mere mention of Rev. Abernathy, joy bring.
"Salt of the earth, pillar of the community."
"Oh how the man has a beautiful voice to sing."
"He ain't handsome, that man is pretty."
They go on and on and on...
They get on my nerves with that man.
Then Aunt Sharon asks me to sing a song.
"Baby, sang "Hold to God's Unchanging Hands.""
I don't want to sing and that's obvious,
So, Grandma breaks into the first verse.
We sing all four verses and the chorus.
Don't tell anybody, but Mrs. Kelly's singing is the worst.
We finish singing, then the sermon begins.
Aunt Sadie, the Missionary, has the remedy.
"Some of these children's souls we need to win!"
"Jesus is the answer, Jesus is the key!"
She goes on with us as her congregation.
"Amen, hallelujah, that's right, gone gurl!!"
We listen, we smile, as she gives her great oration.
"Jesus, the answer for the state of the world!"
In walks Bobby crying, cause he got hit in the eye.
Ms. Mattie wipes away the tear and gives him a kiss.
Grandma says, "Gone outside and don't you cry."
Then she yells something at Trish.
They all look at me,
"Don't you be in no rush to have no kids!"
"Gurl, let them bad tailed boys be."
"You can learn from the things we did."
"Keep your legs closed and your dress down!"
"If you act like a lady, you'll be treated as such."
"Don't get a reputation for running all over town."
"These kids are always in a rush."
"Don't play around with sex, it ain't for little kids."
"When you say no, make sure you mean no."
"Don't let him move into your house, move into his."
"That way if you need to leave, you can just go."
"Getting married entirely too young."
"You can get married when you can't do nothing else."
"Just wait awhile and the right guy will come."
"You don't need a man, you can fend for yourself."
"If he hits you, shoot him!"
Bertha has always got something strange to say.
Although, she should know after being married to Tim.
"Baby, there are other ways."
"She needs to get an education.
So she won't need a man."
That's the advice from Aunt Shun.
She's always willing to lend a helping hand.
"Chile, one big heart break is better than a bunch of little bitty ones."
"If you let a man break your heart once, he'll break it again and again."
"Forget about these tired people, when you need them they usually won't be around."
"If the truth be told, in life you will only have two or three true friends."
Grandma finally speaks up in my defense.
"Ya'll better leave my baby alone.
She ain't like the rest of ya'll, she has sense.
Somebody go tell Harry to get off my phone!"
We have finished talking and the food is all done.
They set the table and bring in the food.
Into the dining room, everyone runs.
Uncle Rev. Johnny Ray says grace and it's all good.
I want to stay and help clean up.
But Grandma tells me to go out and have a little fun.
I pick up my plate and my cup,
Place it in the kitchen and I'm gone.
I go out into the night and give thanks to Lord,
As Sheena and I take a short walk.
Through the window, we can see Uncle Jesse dealing the poker cards.
I must admit I really enjoy all the kitchen talk.Labels: 2002, Emotions, Family, Holidays, Life, Memories |
| posted by Me @ 9:56 PM |
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| Sunday Morning Service, Part Two |
Continued from Part One
"Are you ready for the choir?",
Asked Elder Jangleton as the musician
played some notes.
The directress took her place.
As the soloist cleared her throat.
"God is everything to me,"
From the choir as they rocked and clapped.
Liz sang a verse.
She asked the people to clap.
The song is over.
The audience gave its applause.
Then Ronnie took the mike
To sing "I Will Trust In The Lord."
Somebody said, "Hallelujah."
Somebody said, "Gone and sang."
Sis. Greer raised her hands.
Through the rafters Ronnie's voice rang.
Sabrina Ransom read the announcements.
So everyone could hear.
"Take heed accordingly."
Eeh Marlowe is playing with her ear.
Time for the welcome.
Here comes Cevelia Merchant down the aisle.
All the guests stand.
As she welcomes them with a smile.
"What time is it?"
"It's offering time."
"What time is it?"
"It's offering time."
Sister Quester officiates the offering
With her usual style and flair.
$100, $50, $20, 5.
People in the sanctuary stand,
everywhere.
The preacher stands
For the preached word.
Now I know she ain't nodding.
"Look at Mother Mattie Byrd."
He gives honor.
To whom honor is due.
He says a few other words.
Then his greetings are through.
He read his scripture.
Matthew 6:24-34.
He said, "I'd like to use for a subject
"Push Button Faith.".
A few people said, "Yes."
Somebody said, "Amen."
Sis. Barrea frowned at her kids.
And Missionary Turner raised her hand.
He talked for a few minutes,
About fast forward and rewind.
He told us some things.
To contemplate in our minds.
He went on a little while longer.
Then he began to tune up.
Before he got too happy,
He told the organist to catch up.
He said, "Uhh huh," and "Oo yea."
He said, "Lord, have mercy."
Bro. King stated, "Amen."
So did Deacon Percy.
He tugged his ear.
He waved his hand.
He said, "Push button religion."
Then I saw a few people stand.
We were having church.
And that was for sure.
He drew to a close about two times.
Maybe it was four.
He told one more story.
Then his voice began to slow.
He said a few more words.
Then, he let us go.
Outside in the vestibule
Things are in disarray.
Kids screaming for their mother.
And David looking for his Uncle Donald Ray.
Rabin walks by me.
I think I may just die.
He spoke to Sis. Myles.
Then he told me hi.
"Girl, you better bring your behind on!"
Lord, why is that boy talking so loud.
I grimace at my brother.
As I push through the crowd.
There stands Sis. Jenkins,
In her purple dress.
What is Minister Talton talking about?
I sure like his vest.
I hop in the car.
And wave at Bishop Pervis.
I can't wait until next time
For Sunday morning service.Labels: 2002, Church, Family, Life, Memories |
| posted by Me @ 3:10 PM |
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| Sunday Morning Service |
"What a friend we have in Jesus,"
My brother songs in his usual off key tones.
"Lord, why must that boy always sings,"
My mother moans.
I look in the mirror,
As I continued to get dressed.
Today is the day,
The Lord will truly bless.
The breakfast of champions.
"Wheaties" of course.
My brother is still singing,
But now it sounds worse.
Dad makes a face.
Then he screams,
"Boy, be quiet,
Cause you can't even sing!"
My brother shrugs his shoulders,
Then walks off with a frown.
My mother goes and hugs him,
So, he won't feel down.
We grab bibles, purses,
And all else.
I had to go back,
To get Mom's keys off the shelf.
We arrive at the church,
Not a moment too late.
We missed early morning service.
It started at eight.
Sunday school is just beginning.
The Superintendent does his bit.
The classes are called to order.
And everyone sits.
Sis. Faye explains the lesson,
Showing her years of experience.
Then Jason asks a question.
The answer made sense.
Ester counted how many were there.
And took up the offering.
As Trina picked something out of Brandon's hair.
Sunday School is finally over.
We gather in the hall.
We talk. We laugh.
But mostly we hold up the wall.
We clown and we talk some more.
Deacon Chauncey yells,
"Ya'll are talking too loud!"
Sherron makes a face.
Herbert echoes, "Ya'll are talking too loud!"
I blink for a second.
Then I stare.
Uhm, my Lord.
Rabin looks good standing over there.
Wait a minute here.
Let me get my mind on track.
Out of the corner of my eye,
I see Rabin staring back.
We sing the morning hymn,
"I'll Fly Away."
Then Rev. Lester says, "Bow your heads,
Then, he prays.
He prayed for the nation.
And every man.
He prayed for healing
All over this land.
Elder Phillips read a scripture.
Verse by verse.
I saw Mama Narist
Put something in her purse.
Time for testimonies,
So the blessings people can tell.
The first person to testify
Was Minister Ray Shell.
Then came Missionary Stacy Bearse,
Energetic as ever.
She told the story of
How God saved her son Trevor.
Then she told another story.
She sure said a lot of words.
She ended enthusiastically,
"What a mighty God, I serve!"
Part TwoLabels: 2002, Church, Family, Life, Memories |
| posted by Me @ 3:09 PM |
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| Christmas Time One Mo Gine |
It's Christmas time one mo' gine...
Let's celebrate Jesus, tell a friend.
Come and go with me to a modest house on a street called Calico.
Little kids running outside and Uncle Ufrain answers the door.
The smell of collard greens and candied yams.
Boiling chitlings and baking ham.
Loud mouth men sitting in front of the T. V.
Papa Joe talking 'bout "Come over here and hug me."
Reluctantly I go,
So he won't call my name no more.
I sit down next to Aunt Dorothy Jean,
To catch a glimpse of the T. V. screen.
"Somebody tell cutin' Kwame to get his big afro up out the way!"
There they go talking about them good old days.
I think I'll go and check up on Aunt Kay.
She's sitting in the "good" living room breaking it down.
If you seek knowledge, she's where it can be found.
She's telling us how we need to stick together.
She's telling us how we can make the world better.
And the knowledge goes on and on.
Who's Big Bertha talking to on the phone?
I step to the kitchen to peep the delightful scene.
There's Mrs. Jones, Aunt Bonnie, Sis. Faye, and Grandma Seriene.
And ya know I can't forget about Aunt Mattie Pace,
Singing that song about God's "Amazing Grace."
We hug and they say come sit down.
Then they ask why do I where a frown.
"There's nothing to do, no one my age.
Just a bunch of kids and old age."
"Child sit your little skinny self down right here.
I got a little secret to tell you my dear."
"In this room sits knowledge and wisdom beyond belief.
Gone on over there and bring me that plate of beef.
You can learn alot from this old age,
About happiness, sadness, grief, and rage.
About poverty, wealth, security, and fame.
About the past, the future, and things to change.
If you take the time to listen as we speak.
You can find the knowledge you seek."
I look away for a minute and smile real big,
"Give Grandma a hug and go get them kids."
I grab a roll and run through the house.
Oh Lord, I think I just saw a mouse.
Then I turn a corner and run outside.
Here comes Michelle and Donnie from their bike ride.
In the house, we sit at the table.
There's a big old smile from Aunt Mable.
A pray from Uncle Rev. Deacon Brother Pastor Paul James Jones sets the dinner off.
"Someone pass the turkey, the dressing, and the green beans.
Tell Little Jerry to watch that cough."
Everyone fills their plates with good food cooked with love and care.
People and family came home from everywhere.
"Save room for some of Sis. Faye's peach cobbler and Mrs. Jones' pecan pie."
One more bite I may just die.
We retire to the den and Stokley begins to play on the ivories.
I sit next to him and we proceed to sing the melodies...
That make faces smile all around,
And I no longer wear that frown.
The talent show is done,
When the last chorus is sung.
We all say goodbye.
We hug and then we cry.
And the day is over, time to go home.
And for the next Christmas long.
Driving down the highway, I pause to think a bit.
I take the time to ponder and reminisce,
About relatives who have passed and gone away.
Who had the misfortune to miss this special day.
Like Great Granny Sue and Uncle Johnny Ray,
And little cutin' Ronnie who was shot while at play.
I turn on the radio and listen to the soulful sounds of Patti LaBelle.
As the Christmas story she melodically tells.
I can't help but smile because I know they're in a much better place.
Filled with God's love and that "Amazing Grace."
I can't wait until next year, cause it will be Christmas one mo gine.
Time to celebrate Jesus and tell a friend.Labels: 2002, Christmas, Emotions, Family, Life, Love, Memories |
| posted by Me @ 3:03 PM |
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| Banker's Talk! |
Bankers sitting in an office just shooting the breeze.
One playing with a pen, one playing with some keys.
Regulation CC, Regulation DD.
This is a little too difficult for me.
Bank disclosures and interest rates,
Time deposits and business dates,
NOW accounts and proof machines,
Do they appear in Banker's dreams?
Teller machines, computers, and such,
Often times seems a bit too much.
Making money, by making loans.
At 5:00, it's time to go home.
Federal Reserve Boards at Federal Reserve Banks.
For Bankers, Lord, we must give thanks.
Annual percentage yield,
The vault we must shield,
From robbers, crooks, and phoney money.
Can a Banker's life be a little lonely?
Money, mo' money, mo' money, is that enough,
To show the busiest Banker love?
Opening new accounts, money by the bunch.
"How about it, Let's do lunch?"
FDIC insurance and managing profits,
Can the Bankers ever stop it?
The CAMEL asset system of asset evaluation.
New graduates coming from college graduations.
Cashier's checks from closed accounts,
Can really get a Banker down.
Bank examiners disguised as friends.
"Open up the bank and let me in!"
Defaults on loans and bank failures.
can make a person say, "To hell wit' ya!"
I see why Bankers make so much of legal holidays,
Cause BANKER'S TALK can send you to your grave.
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Inspiration behind this poemLabels: 2002, Emotions, Life, Money |
| posted by Me @ 2:58 PM |
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| A Dagger to Her Heart |
Just like in "A Poison Tree,"
I have let my anger get the better of me.
I would really like to see it happen to her,
Death from a poisoned tree.
Some form of justice would be gladdening.
But a dagger to her heart would be saddening.
I could get caught and go to jail.
But a poisoned tree would leave me innocent, you see.
A dagger to Girlfriend's heart would bring more pleasure.
And the death I might just treasure.
Alas, I can't do it, for, I don't have the guts.
I sure wish I knew someone with a poisoned tree.
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Inspiration behind this poemLabels: 2002, Emotions, Life |
| posted by Me @ 2:45 PM |
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| In God's Hands |
It gets hard at this stage of life.
Society says that I should be one way,
But that's not so for me.
Late bloomer I've been all of my life.
I move at a different pace.
Always my milestones, accomplishments, and endeavors
Come late for me.
Never thought much about it, until now.
It has finally caught up with me.
Now that I want to do things.
Live life to the fullest.
Everyone else is busy with responsibilities and daily toils.
At first, it seemed like a negative,
But now, it's wonderful.
No weight to tie me down.
I can live life to the fullest.
I am happy-go-lucky.
Do what I want to do.
When I want to.
It's a really good thing.
The money is mine to be spent on me
Or on whomever I deem worthy.
I answer to God and no one else.
I use common sense of course,
But still I go when I feel it
And reappear when I feel it.
It's a good life.
My success is not predicated on what society says.
Because if the truth be told,
I could be baby less
And my husband in jail for having made me baby less.
Thank you, God.
Intervention in the person of my father.
So when I think of my state in life,
I can smile proudly and say,
"Don't worry about me."
"My life is in my hands,"
"And I have my hands IN GOD'S HANDS!"
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Inspiration behind this poemLabels: 2002, Emotions, Life, Love, Memories |
| posted by Me @ 2:35 PM |
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