Sunday Haiku

I laughed; he wanted
Knowing me inside and out
To be literal.

Haiku: Common Cents (Economy Edition)

My shoes may not be
The freshest but please believe
My phone is still on.



Just a little something I wrote to myself when I was thinking about the last time I've been in a mall. =( It's been a minute.

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The only poetry I can muster up amidst this brain fart.

Just like the rain does

Love flows endlessly through me

Watch the storm begin.

*I'll be bringing the poetry back to the forefront as soon as this brain fart has passed...maybe some vlog rants...we'll see.

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poetry quickie: blessings

Thanks for coming through
Just when I figured out how
To come through for You.



*Just a reminder that sometimes we don't get those prayers answered until we do a little of the work.
It's hump day people! The weekend is upon us! And I feel a blog spree coming...
...yall be safe.

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friday freebie!

Melt
Ignite each chakra

With friendly touch. Baby, our

Connection is ill.

Happy Friday, folks! Another weekend is upon us...and I have NOTHING to do. I tell you, this staying in/saving money thing is agony sometimes. Anyways, I'm off to run errands before work. Got a couple of posts for you later in the day, but for now enjoy the haiku quickie...and these things running through my mind:

-Ron Brownz sucks eggs. I'd like him to jump out of a windowwwwww.

-WTF is up with all these murder-suicides? First LA, then one the next day in Annapolis, then yesterday in Ohio. It can't be that bad.

-When's the next Black Star album dropping? Kweli and Mos, we need you!

Got some others, but this post is a little too random for my own liking.

Everyone have a safe weekend.

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as promised...30/30 continues!

*Don't judge me. I know I took a minute, but if you read my mini disclaimer a few posts back, you should know that this takes time, focus and energy to type. I'm going to compile the rest (14 poems!) into 2 posts. Read, comment, and most of all...enjoy!*

#17 (12/27/2008)- Black Panther

Left fists raised in air

Serve as a bridge for lost souls

Back to the Motherland.

#18 (12/28/2008)-Speak No...

It's the little things

Body language and signals

To say "I love you".

#19 (12/29/2008)-Untitled

Dreams with no standards

Like mind's playground left idle

Devil can play now.

#20 (12/30/2008)-Kinte Cloth and Moonstones

Sitting while others stodd to salute the flag

Just in 2nd grade

Marked different since before she could remember

Home specially tailored into her school uniforms

Made her an easy target for school bullies

But at the same time illuminated her individuality

Now, the things she was teased for

Is what has made her well known

Popular in her own way

While others struggle to stay on the radar.

#21 (12/31/2008)-Body Talk

Funny how we don't need words anymore

Simple nouns and verbs

phrases in Webster's

Can neither define or confine what we have

love bursting through pages

so let's make our own

watch attentively

you'll learn all you need by simply looking at me

just as I watch you

feel my heart flutter after I kiss your lips

and I smile to watch your body sigh

saying you love me without saying you love me

cherish the twinkle in your eye when you've missed me

tightness of your embrace telling me you need me

a love beyond words

spoken so loudly

but no words are ever heard.

#22 (1/1/2009)-The Kitchen

I shake my locs, yeah

Feel just like a lioness

When I do it, too.

#23 (1/2/2009)-The Kitchen (Extended)

they're free when I can't be

defying the laws of media

very rare that you see these on tv

follicle breeds into follicle

strands tight enough to break teeth

no comb breching through here

and please, don't get it confused

my locs are in no way fashionable

adorning my head like a crown

make a statement without making a statement

history in each root

fusing my mind's energy for all to see

flowing past my shoulders

creating their own dance as they finally curtain my back

doubling as a cape and shield

like samson

here is where I harness my strength

so requests to touch are easily denied

no one is just granted access inside

my locs represent something that is never fully understood

me.

poem 16/30: announcement (haiku #3)

"i love you" is not
a magic phrase to get legs
open. try again.

poem 12/30: big words (haiku#2)

get my attention
by using words with more than
just two syllables.

poem 9/30: en vogue (haiku)

just because you switched
up your game does not mean that
you will get the goods.

no subject.

So, Riv ; I've got a haiku too. No dis, just...all I could say at the time.

Untitled.
hearts stitched upon sleeves
ultimately tread upon
it was mine to give.

Taking a break from blogger/Myspace/Facebook/life/friends/family/whatever.

Be back when I'm back.

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