I Profess...

I sit here

Wondering how your words

That were supposed to be instructional expression

Turned into furiously fueled energy at the expense of me

See

I was always taught to talk my problems out

Take the bull by the horn

And let the negative verbiage dissipate

Your emotional state

Took the content of the matter

To a whole other level

Now

We are just constants

In this cycle of never-ending conflict

Today

I profess to want more 

#NationalPoetryMonth

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How Deep?

I’m deep

Deeper than the coast

Deeper than people at a pig roast

Deeper than Swat

Deeper than those who have and have not

I’m deep

Deeper than deep

Deeper than Outkast’s song Deep

Deeper than those who say “I’m deep up in these streets”

Deeper than the knowledge that speckles the teeth of the meek

I’m deep

Deep like the inability to wake you from your sleep type of deep

Deeper than the “southern trees baring strange food” dialect deep

Deeper than Method Man’s “Love Jones for your body and your skin tone” deep

I’m deep

Deeper than Malcolm’s faith in the Honorable Eljiah deep

Deeper than Huey P. Newton’s knowledge of his second amendment deep

Deeper than the March on Washington and Bloody Sunday deep

I’m deeper than spoken word spewing from the mouths of the poetic

While pulling people deep into the knowledge

That was once lost

But now is found

Reveal in me

The deepness that sparks the passionate souls

Of those with abashed characters

Those who need enlightenment

I say

I’m deep

Come be deep

With me

Poetry

Poetry
Beautiful, expressive words
Flowing gracefully from the mouths of contenders
Spewing romantic novellas
Retaliating from casualties
Words to bruise a battered soul
Fine like wine
No damsel in distress
It's poetry
To all she gives her best

National Poetry Month: April

National Poetry Month

April marks National Poetry Month. As a poet, I felt that I needed to contribute by writing a poem each week. My plan is to write one poem each week and post it on here. Poets, I challenge you to participate in poetry events this month by writing, reading, inspiring, tweeting, and continuing your progression in life with poetry in mind. Let us continue to show he world what poetry is all about.

Here's my first poem:



What’s In Your cup?

I taste smooth

Perfectly combined flavors

That dances with my taste buds

In a calm, yet minty way

The taste brings forth images

Of beautiful green pastures

Of lemongrass lawns

With hammocks dangling from invisible cords

I taste the sunshine

Lemony flavor

Mixed with spearmint

I taste Zen

Unsung, But Work Highly Recognized

Picture from IMDB

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of watching an amazing movie that I watched in my childhood; Cooley High. What a magnificent movie? In watching the movie there are so many lessons that can be learned. Personally, I learned about the effects of skipping school and wanting to have fun. In others watching the movie, they could have learned about staying motivated and not giving up on their dreams. My personal belief is that school or continued education provides a way for us to enlighten ourselves, which would assist in us accomplishing our dreams.

Today, TVOne showed Cooley High on UnSung (Hollywood). I was excited to learn more about the characters and the writer, Eric Monte. Interesting things I gained from the show was that the people on set were like family, the guys who played “gangstas” were real, and Eric took his family with him to Hollywood. The unfortunate part that I found out about was that Eric was not paid his fair share for writing the movie (Imagine that) and that other great shows were developed from Cooley or using the writer’s suggestions, such as: The Jefferson’s, What’s Happening, Good Times, and Sanford andSon. Eric sued ABC and CBS for “Stealing his ideas for Good Times, The Jeffersons, and What’s Happening.”

Eric is now said (TVOne) to live in Colorado.

~Best wishes to Eric and his further endeavors 

Goodbye Ohio. Hello New Jersey!

Well, it's official!

Last month, I went from being a resident of The great Buckeye State to the promising Garden State in a matter of eight hours. That was approximately how long it took me to travel from Ohio to New Jersey. What some look at s big drastic change, I look at as a change for better opportunities. It is time for me to continue pushing toward my dream of becoming a great writer and experience things unbeknownst to a little southern gal from Columbus, Ohio. Ohio definitely assisted with my growth and development as a writer. Now its time to perfect my craft in New Jersey and see if I have what it takes to soar like a bird.

Farewell sweet Ohio. Until we meet again. I will be in living life to the fullest in New Jesey.


Muah!