Afternoon Prayer Mosque

Glowing midnight skin
those dark eyes promised
& sprinkled upon velvet,
like stars.

Her whispered
'Sub-hannal-lahs'

with sublications upon fingertips

'Al-hamdu' lil-lah'
pantamining movements
where hands could speak no words,
or gentle hellos.

We prostrated ourselves kneeling
& looking outside windows across the sky,
the clouds white as snow
& pedestrians,
like ants a thousand feet below...

She asking Allah,
like her grandfather
to grant upon us too favors.

(11 November 2007)

My
Southern Violin

Southern sounds
carrying across the wind,
My heart sings
at your voice
making music like a
Violin…

I hear Ya' callin'
"Itsa' Yo Woman, Cara'lyn!!"

Our feet naked
against the cool, lush and thick green
washin' pleasure
up between our toes
wit' yo' carefree twang
hummin' in my ears…

I hearsa' girl playin'
but nutin' else is sweeta' than
seein' a woman in full swing,
or the smell of tha' honey-suckle rose.

There's Jasmine flowin'
gently through the breeze
& watchin tiny humin' birds
dancin' in the summer trees;
It's just womanfolk laughin'
out loud, "Girl stop, Girl please!!"

I calls you, "My Funny Face Girl"
with those teeth
full lips open wide
against dark, glowin' skin…

My cheeks rise
effortlessly,
Eyes lay upon yo'
Full figure swirl
Claimin' pleasures
Like the original Sin…

It's just our Souls
Touchin'
before our senses
can begin;

I'm takin' you all in
"You're mine!!!"
I know, no one coulda'
ever own ya'
because your Spirit
is Free & your Wills
too strong…

I'm just claimin
my Desire
for ya'
& You done told me
that ain't wrong…

My "Funny Face Girl"
gorgeously You laugh
layin Your head upon my shoulder;

Leaving me caught up
in the rapture
of sights & sounds of our shared
Memories of a life belongin’
to the smells, sights & sounds of
De’Jevu lovin’

(Psjwebber 08/12/03)

20/20
Hindsight
Always wishing,  
seeing & hoping for
something
anything
more ...
that never came
because of daring
neither to try,
nor the courage to fight
for Love...

An unwanted Son
shines upon the back doorsteps,

Once left behind
like scattered newspaper parcels
inside a morning dumpster;

as she laughs
without candour & smiles
without remorse,
evaporating the panic
to dry up the tears.

The numbness becomes
trapped somewhere
between two seasons,
the present & the past;

remembering that seperation
burns like tearing skin
across the surface & uneveningly deep

As shock beckons truthfullness
& begs for meaningful clarity,

he pushes her away
& tosses her aside

like a cigarette ****
held floating in Time,
once finished,
is flung across the air
& beside a dumpster
like an unwanted Son.

Psjwebber
(16 April 2004)

I tossed
& I turned.

Why is this lesson,
So hard to learn?

Each eye awake
& reminiscing over
Every single one
of Life's mistakes.

Right or Wrong ?

My family
My youth
My Integrity
My cowardice
My serenity
My complacency
or lack of generosity
& indecision
or was it apathy
love, hate, sympathy

that She had for me?

I think about
my place,
my plate
this space
&
the belittling
of Me
or just being irate....

Why should/did I change?

when in my Mind
its memories
its pain
its emotions
for Heaven's sakes
make it complete
Not deranged.

Psjwebber
(14 Oct 21)

Forgotten
is
To be ignored
stabs deeper
cuts more...

No recognition
No concern
No control
Less than Nothing

Father Time
took his toll…

Left behind
No one remembers

wrinkles and scattered
Grey…
A Man once
I might drop her
A joke
Youth laughs…

publicly humiliated
considered weak
stood up
& abandoned
the party is over
whiskey & wine
never dulls
the pain of
Being lost
Being ignored
Being Forgotten.

Psjwebber
(21 October 2020)

Our
Teeter totter
On the see-saw
  Made us wonder
  Made us awe
Belief in miracles
& the impossible
Before the Fall.


Prince S J Webber
(4 June 2020)