Recently I have felt led to post a series of videos to inspire my nieces and the other young ladies in my life. This is one I found by the spoken word artist DearKarlyn.
Tag: Poetry
Who Is Buzzing Around Your Dreams? (Poem)
The other day during my walking workout; I had an encounter with nature. This experience inspired me to write the following poem “Who Is Buzzing Around Your Dreams?”. Truth be told, I had thought I saw an eagle soaring in the sky above me, when actually it was a Turkey Buzzard / Turkey Vulture. I discovered…
“Dangerously In Love” By Jackie Hill (@jackieehill)
P4CM Presents COUNTERFEIT GODS by Featured RHETORIC Poet Jefferson Bethke @JeffersonBethke
Growing Up vs. Older
HOW FAIR you are, my love [he said], how very fair! Your eyes behind your veil [remind me] of those of a dove; your hair [makes me think of the black, wavy fleece] of a flock of [the Arabian] goats which one sees trailing down Mount Gilead [beyond the Jordan on the frontiers of the desert]. Song…
Not Mama
Her hips sway …like Mama’s Her smile shines bright, There is even a twinkle in her eye… like Mama’s You take a look longer than a glance Just like you do with Mama Did I just hear a word you told me was not ok to say…? Starts with D…and ends with anyway… I try…
Pink Bedroom Slippers
In the wee hours of the morning traveling Looking for sanctuary a place to refresh In a terminal haunted with spirits and souls Trapped in limbo between life and death Her name is unknown No face All that shows are her pink bedroom slippers Her body hidden Encased in silver of her throne This place…
Late Harvest Wine
Sweet nectar Touches my lips My tongue dances with joy Its value increases as it ages Its process involves special care Late harvest wine Is like this love we share (c) 2010 Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
The Mist
The breeze is cool on my neck The water is clear as it falls In a pool below my feet Like a knight with broad shoulders Dark skinned eyes that gleam Through the mist he appears To take my hand and guide me The warmth from his hand Hits me like waves that cause me…
He Gives Me Reason to Want to Exhale
He gives me reason to want to exhale My heart goes a flutter when he is near Just at the sound of his voice… Mere words cannot describe how he makes me feel No touch is necessary when it’s real (c) 2010 Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com