shayloves - Hello Poetry

This right is sacred Marking this ballot is my rite... a passageway to true freedom. I feel the blood of ancestors coursing... I hear the haunting cries of arrested dreams... Stolen hopes for my enslaved great, great grandparents... persecuted & denied rights, beaten for daring to read & write. I do this for them... I feel the heartbeats of my children and my descendants ... this is my legacy... I do this for them. Oh yes! This right is sacred... This is my justice... righting these wrongs... These stickers symbolize the spoils...Prominently displayed And these collective voices will be heard...battle cries of suffrage this rite is ours... it belongs to us... it always has... this is our ancestors’ hope, our legacy... This is our right... This is our voice... This is our vote...

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Jul 14, 2020

Jul 14, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC

Our Right, Our Voice, Our Vote

This right is sacred Marking this ballot is my rite... a passageway to true freedom. I feel the blood of ancestors coursing... I hear the haunting cries of arrested dreams... Stolen hopes for my enslaved great, great grandparents... persecuted & denied rights, beaten for daring to read & write. I do this for them... I feel the heartbeats of my children and my descendants ... this is my legacy... I do this for them. Oh yes! This right is sacred... This is my justice... righting these wrongs... These stickers symbolize the spoils...Prominently displayed And these collective voices will be heard...battle cries of suffrage this rite is ours... it belongs to us... it always has... this is our ancestors’ hope, our legacy... This is our right... This is our voice... This is our vote...

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Side by side Another name... perhaps another age Though the Paths have changed Her soul remains the same She is lone Poet living on sandy earth Bathing in sun’s light As She Chronicles to earn her worth Her days aligned with tide of her mood Rising with the day-A lullaby for the night A mediocre Substitute for a brood On the edge of this aquatic paradise She thinks she has all that was in store Yet there’s a hint that she once longed for more Something perfectly designed for her spirit A Lingering faceless, nameless feeling A whisper of something missing almost too soft to hear it Too vague to define but with oneness of soul and shape If only she could trade: if only she realized what was at stake Only then from this slumber’s dream will she wake.

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Jul 12, 2020

Jul 12, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC

Alternate Universe

Side by side Another name... perhaps another age Though the Paths have changed Her soul remains the same She is lone Poet living on sandy earth Bathing in sun’s light As She Chronicles to earn her worth Her days aligned with tide of her mood Rising with the day-A lullaby for the night A mediocre Substitute for a brood On the edge of this aquatic paradise She thinks she has all that was in store Yet there’s a hint that she once longed for more Something perfectly designed for her spirit A Lingering faceless, nameless feeling A whisper of something missing almost too soft to hear it Too vague to define but with oneness of soul and shape If only she could trade: if only she realized what was at stake Only then from this slumber’s dream will she wake.

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My man is so good to me... And treats me so fine, He keeps me coming back for more... Each time I think I’ve had my fill, I’m back again, It’s a treat for all my senses really, every last one stands at his attention. I mean, how can I resist? Look at him, moving like the king that he is, with that **** grin. He brushes aside my hair...I feel his cool breath on my neck, a soft tickle on the skin... Then he whispers, “More eggs baby?” Don’t you just love a man who can cook?

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Jul 10, 2020

Jul 10, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC

No Trick, All Treat

My man is so good to me... And treats me so fine, He keeps me coming back for more... Each time I think I’ve had my fill, I’m back again, It’s a treat for all my senses really, every last one stands at his attention. I mean, how can I resist? Look at him, moving like the king that he is, with that **** grin. He brushes aside my hair...I feel his cool breath on my neck, a soft tickle on the skin... Then he whispers, “More eggs baby?” Don’t you just love a man who can cook?

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I am lost in thought Some one will have to catch me up later.. Sure, I’ll pretend I was listening with a hmmm mmm here and a nod there.. but really, I’m on a journey... a retreat for my mind ... from this mundane conversation... so I’ll treat myself with this little trip... just about riiiiight here* in this very one-sided “exchange” so boring I may as well be elsewhere... anywhere but here... you prate on and on... self-absorbed, as am I... So preoccupied with your chatter... you don’t even seem to notice that you’re talking to yourself

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Jul 9, 2020

Jul 9, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC

Mental Break

I am lost in thought Some one will have to catch me up later.. Sure, I’ll pretend I was listening with a hmmm mmm here and a nod there.. but really, I’m on a journey... a retreat for my mind ... from this mundane conversation... so I’ll treat myself with this little trip... just about riiiiight here* in this very one-sided “exchange” so boring I may as well be elsewhere... anywhere but here... you prate on and on... self-absorbed, as am I... So preoccupied with your chatter... you don’t even seem to notice that you’re talking to yourself

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I have eased into summer... She ambles as enchanted limbs invite me in and I rest in her curved back. Her soft cerulean waves wash over me and I am warm... As she provides a gritty paradise for feet to rest. Shay Loves © 2020 lyricalpurging.com

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Jun 22, 2020

Jun 22, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC

Summer

I have eased into summer... She ambles as enchanted limbs invite me in and I rest in her curved back. Her soft cerulean waves wash over me and I am warm... As she provides a gritty paradise for feet to rest. Shay Loves © 2020 lyricalpurging.com

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Stolen glances between strangers across a crowded space Love hangs in the balance waiting to take her place Two strangers stories yet untold waiting to be written Love partners with desire with designs on making you smitten... Though you may think she is coy she is quite uninhibited Purposely colliding two strangers and staring back at the scene she’s exhibited It’s probably best to surrender now to the power that will leave you utterly defenseless As she writes the performance of a lifetime these impending lovers are poised to witness Shay

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 4:46 PM UTC

Love

Stolen glances between strangers across a crowded space Love hangs in the balance waiting to take her place Two strangers stories yet untold waiting to be written Love partners with desire with designs on making you smitten... Though you may think she is coy she is quite uninhibited Purposely colliding two strangers and staring back at the scene she’s exhibited It’s probably best to surrender now to the power that will leave you utterly defenseless As she writes the performance of a lifetime these impending lovers are poised to witness Shay

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Peaceful morning Closed eyes drown out the day Until he stirs and his voice sings “Morning”

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC

Sunday (a cinquain poem)

Peaceful morning Closed eyes drown out the day Until he stirs and his voice sings “Morning”

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Fuel me With rich stories While I execute dreams Unrealized and extinguished “Ignite!”

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC

The Ancestors (a cinquain poem)

Fuel me With rich stories While I execute dreams Unrealized and extinguished “Ignite!”

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Cast Iron comb held freedom between its teeth Release me from these naps- it’s straightness I seek Praying I don’t get burned and have to pay a price Just to get someone to notice and say my hair looks nice It’s blowing in the wind just as smooth as you please Fingers don’t get stuck; they flow through with ease Walking down the street I catch a few winks and stares I’m flowing with my hot combed hair without a care Thunder rolls and lightning strikes...cumulus clouds gather Umbrella in the car😳, this is no laughing matter! Minutes pass and strangers still smile as they stroll by I couldn’t muster the energy to figure out why My hair, no longer straight, must be ***** and knotted by now I looked in the mirror and still gathered compliments but didn’t know how I thought for a moment about how carefree I felt as the sun came into view I realized I’d just been released from those sad old hot comb blues. Shay

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC

Hot Comb Blues

Cast Iron comb held freedom between its teeth Release me from these naps- it’s straightness I seek Praying I don’t get burned and have to pay a price Just to get someone to notice and say my hair looks nice It’s blowing in the wind just as smooth as you please Fingers don’t get stuck; they flow through with ease Walking down the street I catch a few winks and stares I’m flowing with my hot combed hair without a care Thunder rolls and lightning strikes...cumulus clouds gather Umbrella in the car😳, this is no laughing matter! Minutes pass and strangers still smile as they stroll by I couldn’t muster the energy to figure out why My hair, no longer straight, must be ***** and knotted by now I looked in the mirror and still gathered compliments but didn’t know how I thought for a moment about how carefree I felt as the sun came into view I realized I’d just been released from those sad old hot comb blues. Shay

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