Not Fear

Monday Poetry Potluck
Theme: Doubts,Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations

It was my self-doubts
And even fears that
Brought about the tears
When I let fears dictate
And create hesitations
Bringing near what
Was dear, sending
Me crashing with pure
Inhibitory fear! But
Now it’s clear that
Hesitating with doubts
Was not what it should
Have been about, so now
Turned about, I’ve ridden
Myself of ALL doubt, kicked
Fear in the rear and let
Self-inhibitors coated
With hesitations fear me
As I continue to be strong
In all that is me…


Nostalgically I capture thee

Poetry Potluck Wk 29 –
Theme: Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia

Nostalgically, I stare at thee,
Bound with precision
Creating depictions of
Memories captured
Through lenses that allowed
My eyes and others to see
Photographs of sharing
Memories captured of
Timeless youth, of adventures
Un-thought, but sought

Memorabilia as evidence
Scrapbooked with ease of
Thought, in an attempt
To share photos of
Memories with generations
To come…

Nostalgically, I share with
Thee my past in our future
Sharing stories of good times
And bad times, scripted
Or not – you’ll see all my thoughts
As I share with my future
My past

You Hindered Me…

Angrily, infuriated by the
Lies the deceit, all the ways
You misrepresented yourself
With me…but you see
Maybe I too, told little white
Lies, come on don’t act surprised
You never believed in me
As you see, you were much too busy
Selling lies of a lifeless dream
Sewn at the seam by
Nothing more than
Angry frustrations of countless
Times where I believed
Your words were not
Lies, nor deceit, neither
Misrepresentations because
It was you that asked for me
It was you that got together
It was you that was the mastermind
Which is probably why
I never even saw it coming
Blinded and by the waste
Side…trailing off, falling
Short from victories
Because your lies, intertwined
With webs of deceit
Have surely entangled
Me and I am no longer
Free…for Mis-representation

***NOTE: This piece was written for Jingle’s Monday Poetry Potluck…this weeks theme is Lies, Deception and Misrepresentation***


hmph, my temple
is my sanctum, at
peace not free, for
this temple, you see
it doesn’t out right
belong to me, it was
entrusted to me
to be treated with
respect and lots of care
so as this temple
is blessed, I try to
keep out all mess,
sometimes I fail, but
my temple, I mean,
this temple, is still
my sanctum, it’s
still our home…

Beautifully more Better

Priceless, are the things
I feel when I amiably
just let love spill
Just when I thought the
feelings had ceased to
exist I begin to feel
them again on this day
of love…

Friendship, more important
then we ever understand
but friendship makes love
commit, accountable
when wronged Friend-
ship brought love…

Relationships, progress
with time, and love grows
making everything better
because love is love…

Now playing: Raheem DeVaughn – Mo Better
via FoxyTunes

As I…

As I aspire, it’s with
much thought that
goals and ambitions
form un-delayed, like
words transcribed on
your Sunday news-
paper page, with sage
not rage, I aim for goals, flying high
so high, they float
beyond the sky
making monuments
of souls intent to
be more than, or better
than, to simply not
be set on being
content, after all, I
mean I am…heaven sent

Gods Peace

it is Gods peace that I seek
this peace, surpasses any
understanding that I need

Peace like the calming
of a rapid and rough
sea, Gods peace you
see, it relaxes me

a spirit calmed is a
spirit that runs deep
even abundantly so
i tell this to you, as
i practice it for me

Seek Gods peace for
the relaxation of your
spirits needs, and I
promise, your soul
will be complete, filled
and at all ease…

Souls Climax (Monday Poetry Potluck)

This week’s theme is Peace, Relaxation and Spirituality – I picked up my pen and started writing and this is what I created –surely a twist I didn’t expect but I enjoy the way it turned out and I hope you all do as well.

Peaceful are the sounds
of his heart beating against mine
Calming is the current
of his energy when I
can’t calm mine

Relaxing are the
emotional waves
that drive me to
swim to emotional
ecstasy, wanting
to ride the roller
coaster, just 1 more

Spiritually climactic is
knowing your soul
is destined to join
with mine

So peacefully, relaxed
I await the day
we finally meet and
feel compete as
peace relaxes,
our spiritually soars…

Now playing: CeCe Winans – I Surrender All
via FoxyTunes

R.ights U.nder E.lite

Trane said damn the rules
I say screw the regulators
that make the laws that
man can break your
heart and walk away

Damn the rules that
allow innocents
to be victims
of incidents for which
they have no control

Off with the regulations
that create double standards
making man abstract from
women, damn the rules

Damn the rules that
fail to admit…

Truth is freedom
wReck the rights
from under laws elite
who say damn
the rules…damn the
regulators and off with
the regulations telling
me don’t
damn the rules…

Exceptional Assembling of History

This piece is for Week 9 of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck…the them this week is Fortresses, Buildings and Monuments” hope you all enjoy where I allowed my mind to take this…I love words and the means of words because sometimes that in itself creates some awesome pieces…

She found a place fortified with peace
A simple citadel with strong hold
Exceptionally secure she started to build
Creating a source of refuge is not
Always so easy to do but done right
certainly keeps away the common fool

She needs it to be a barrier of protection
Support and defense, an armor to cover
To keep to tower and make sure no
Weapon could be formed against

Resistance must shelter as this
Would be the fortress the mainstay
The embankment that encompasses
Her heart…

Then he came along like the sun
without the rain, preserved and
Maintained, honored to observe
Enduring evidence she believed was love
Exemplary personified, significant
And true, celebrated they cherished

This as it was, a rarity, a relic
Vestige, heirloom like in artifact
Their love was a monument proved
to be nothing short of truth

Upright without ruin, maintained
One day to bare historical significance
even against the clouds and rain
they were certain to never witness
any days of destitute pain

But like a construct structure that
Seemed relatively permanent
it was still too new not too evident
The walls that were assembled
no one ever thought no one even knew

Produced together, with a base
Began, I mean to initiate, they
Found the compound, the forge
The frame the base the edifice
Joining materials came….

Her fortress remained protecting
Her heart, from the monument
Of their love that was a building
at the start…

Soon to fall, crashing hard like
Ocean waves when they came
Tumbling down…crashing along
the waste side…she was left in
her fortress heart still wearing
her crown…praying for better days…


Possibly too passionate
But such feeling are always
Pertinent when love is true
Genuine and heaven sent
Love without boundaries
Love no holds barred
Love that connects me
Straight to ur soul

I love u…maybe u love
Me too and one day
Beauty will be told
By words of I do
Kisses of me missing u
When u were only away
For the 8 hour work day

Born of our love
Our love of God
As we enjoy smiles
And laughter from the family
We’ve made and saying
I love u never gets old

Because love with out
You would be untold
Passionate without
The character of being bold
Love warming me
And capturing our souls
Love we both never
Knew could be this true
But love truly from
The depths of both
Me and you
You and me love
From our love
Our love nothing
Short of beauty from God