She Likes to Swallow Blood
I hold her tightly
While the darkness creeps in slowly.
My arms can’t protect her
From nightmares, her past,
And the clouds approaching
Laying restless from awaiting
Revelations. The ticking clock syncs
Our breath and tears.
Because she cries silently,
Weeping pillows wet
Is a haunt that makes me hold her firm
Never feeling her pain from the day before.
I never see the bruise and tears through the beauty
Of her smile. The.
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No comments Poetry Corner
Poetry Corner: Today
Today
Today I display happiness because yesterday taught me a lot.
Respectfully now I take one step at a time cautiously, I must say.
For me to get a second chance in society a question was asked, “Did I learn my lesson from the punishment I received?”
I reply, “No lesson have I learned, punished I was not.”
The only ones that were punished were my friends and family who.
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No comments Community Poetry: Home is Where the Terror Exists
Home is Where the Terror Exists
I remember when
The terror crept in
From the back alley and
Occupied the living room.
Made her mind wicked
As the people watched her
Lose herself
Learned how to sing lullabies
With a wicked psychosis
From a lonely world.
Beatings and lies created the scramble
And a child was found outside
My window. Outside
With hands too small
To make a fist. Too young
Not to know how to love
And exists. Too innocent to.
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No comments Community Poetry: Listen/Silent
Listen/Silent
"... To everything there is a season, a time to keep silence ..." ~ Ecclesiastes 3:1 & 7
Six letters just the same,
L I S T E N = S I L E N T rearranged.
Hold your tongue, lend your ear
Hush
Hear.
~ Submitted by Minister Beverly C. Robinson
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No comments Poetry Corner: Uncle “Big Wheel” Loves Kryptonite
Uncle "Big Wheel" Loves Kryptonite
Uncle “Big Wheel” had two digits
On his right hand, A pinky and thumb.
He once was a heavyweight fighter,
With super powers and fist made of mortar
As children we watched him,
His superhuman strength battled to death
The evil that owned the streets, terrified nights.
Lips chapped and white,
Pupils wide and bright
Chasing the evasive
As children, we did not recognize
His addiction, antics and quiver.
We’d wonder why this.
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No comments Poetry Corner: Fall
Leave a[n]griculture for the dinosaurs, per-
maculture for soaring
Birds they became according to
wisdom, my friend (Paul) says
dinosaurs figured it all
out! War be
low so
Above dis...
figured it
a waste
O time, energy
lumbering around too
big to fail bodies
large as the Terminal Tower (it is
terminal, was terminal) beating
to a pulp, so...
Back they came (he says),
lighter, closer to heaven and
chirping for all (mornings)
glory as a
dove, thrush, lapwing, peacock pretty...
swifts.
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No comments Poetry Corner: Spring Pre-emptive
I show him the place.
the art.
the furniture.
hoping to convince him to stay,
(and impress) that I am a
collector of curios.
We enter the dining-room.
The vase bursting with
forsythia.
Foresight enters my
head.
Heed the following
I hear
estranged.
This rustic gathering of
twigs, branches yielding
bright zest of the
spring pre-emptive.
He asks:
“are they real???”
Is anything in this room,
this house?
my silent soul responds,
“sure” my lips reply
sure.
~ Poem by Zachary Siler, a booking agent for artists who writes poetry.
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No comments To Barack & Michelle / Memories of Ronald Davis
You are living beyond the dream
This is the day the Lord has made,
Whether you're working or just chillin
The house that black built wasn't made in the shade.
If these walls could talk
They would unleash profound memories,
So God's labor is not in vain
The house is white for all to see.
It can't rival heaven's mansion, Tell them why not RD
"when one and one is no longer two, when.
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No comments Poetry Corner: Clouds
Clouds are like people drifting away
as they please. They have different
names with different meanings
like foreign countries do for newborn babies just unfolding.
Clouds. The saddest part is when they drift away. They may never come back.
~ Poem by Akia Eubanks, 12, who lives in Woodhill Homes in the Buckeye-Shaker area.
Read her poem "Sabers" here..
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No comments Poetry Corner: So Close To Victory
Part 1
Sometimes, you miss out on what's in store for you
Because you give up before it happens in life
If only you kept moving toward your goal
Your goal could have become a reality
You are so close to victory
I know your goal seems like it's far away
And.
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No comments Poetry Corner: Sabers
The projects can be an obstacle
like an object put right in your way
it might make us sick to live surrounded with gates
that breed hate
in some areas police most often arrive late daring people to start trouble when they arrest you
your problems become double
The projects are a market for drugs
weed cocaine and crack
the substances that make others
not know how to react to life
but with perseverance and.
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1 comment Poetry: Misunderstood
Does a person who's misunderstood
Live in fear or in tears?
Then ask yourself can this question even
be answered.
Just like beauty, truth is in the
eye of the beholder. There's always three sides:
yours, mine, and the truth.
Poem by Craig Bady, an intern at the Buckeye Area Development Corporation with a talent for art and design and an interest in starting his own landscaping business. .
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No comments Poetry: Incense Essence Parts I & II
Incense Essence Part I
He smelled like Mama’s home cooking and
Incense burning and
Little girls getting their hair pressed
I told him that he smelled like a room full of black people
He laughed
A full hearty laugh
He made me want to curl in his arms and drift away in his Frankincense while we sailed along the
Blue Nile.
I could be walls away grinding on my work and his powerful essence.
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No comments Poetry Corner: Cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks
I am the core of the universe oozing through the layers of earth's unapologetic crust,
I am the deceivingly calm eye of a hurricane
I am a vortex in the midst of the ocean,
The whirling winds of a tornado
The shift of a fault line that causes the earth to shake and quake
I am the startling explosion of thunder; I am the fire on the water, the.
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No comments Poetry Corner: Occupy yo Mind
Occupy yo Mind
Wasting time chasing things
Images that can corrupt our wildest
Dreams where the dolla and wish
Dance on the tip of a finger and tongue
eludes the grasp and possibilities of being
swallowed, Fovea
Possessed by the possessions of men
Suspended in time and windless smoke,
Enchanted haze, overcasting clouds of illusion
Fumes can take yo mind-causing u to consume
And lose –self in commercially – advertised
Long-listed receipts that push the buckets of.
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