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Spoken Word: Prince Charming by DearKarlyn
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.
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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 its true identity during my return lap and under closer inspection… I looked down and saw a family of them and a Black Vulture resting underneath a tree. ## Who Is Buzzing Around Your Dreams Be careful of the company that you keep when you are birthing dreams. Make sure you are soaring with the eagles…
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“Dangerously In Love” By Jackie Hill (@jackieehill)
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P4CM Presents COUNTERFEIT GODS by Featured RHETORIC Poet Jefferson Bethke @JeffersonBethke
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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 of Solomon 4:1 Amplified I found my first gray hairs the other day. Actually my roommate found them as I was preparing to do some routine curl maintenance. Recently I began wearing my hair out. No color, extensions, braids or weaves or even wigs; just me all natural. The idea of wearing my hair in…
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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 with my innocent mind to figure out why Your head twists each time a grown lady Not Mama walks by Did the hinge that holds your neck in place somehow loose a screw? Or is this what all men do? You are the model of what the man I will one day give my heart…
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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 she calls home
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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
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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 to shiver I take a moment to quiet my thoughts Keeping them holy My heart always misses a beat when he is near Through the mist we escape, lost in time and space. (c) 2010 Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
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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
