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Dark n Beautiful Mar 2024
There he stood on the podium, clutching a Bible. I hope some of us can recall that day—a day of disbelief, a day when we wondered, “What the heck is going on?” A fibber, a husband, a Republican—some might say he was the people’s choice. Now he’s running again, vying to lead his party. For his followers, he represents hope; for others, he’s a curse. The light, the brown, and the black foreigners—the ones who will rewrite history. Will they say this time that we’ve inherited a mess?
When I’m uncertain about my writing, my mind often returns to my childhood focus point: the poem “The Pied Piper of Hamelin.” It holds lessons to be learned. “Rage, rage against the dying of the light”—our fragile nation teeters on the brink of failure. To understand its message is to believe in the legend. Our nation’s wealth grew from the backs of slaves, and we grieve the injustices throughout history. An apple tree without fruit, cows without milk, chickens without eggs—a well without water. These little things we took for granted are like a nation lacking patience, kindness, and loyalty.
Proverbs 28:11 warns that the rich can be blinded by their own perceived wisdom, while the poor, possessing understanding, see through their delusions. It reminds us to seek true discernment beyond our own perspectives.
Crisis upon crisis—our dogmatic nation grapples with challenges.
Dark n Beautiful May 2020
I am taking notes.
I am adhering to the rules
Yet, I feel numb on the inside, restless,
Corona corvid 19 takes takes
And keep on taking away our family units,
How many more question, can we asked
Why, why, and why God?
Why so many corona corvid deaths

I cannot watch anymore,
I can’t feel anymore am I dreaming?
Am I feuding?  Am I stressing?
Is it my place to asked these questions
Have heaven run out of wings.
Like PPE for our essential workers,

Being silence is not is not relaxing anymore
Silence is a true friend who never betrays
Don’t blame the funeral directors,
Blames the Administrators, the politicians’,
The world leaders, a matter of facts
Don’t blame, set a flame and remove the blame:

Jesulema, Jesulema,: more death than  ww2
Coronavirus death soars, surpass fatalities in Vietnam War
Have been read in the headlines, lessons on waist lines
Don’t blame, set a flame and remove this so called facts or Bats

Oh! 2020 the year of the death,
The blazing death of fire,
A year no one is going to admired:
a year of the blame,
a year of deadly facts or bats

Oh! JerSulema,  

Oh God almighty.
A year of question,
A year of the wings
A year to spend less on the fire arms
And more on the PPE,
Let tackle this enemy:
Dark n Beautiful Nov 2016
When everything is said and done
you logged on and went straight to my page of
poems the one, you thought was grammatically incorrect
verses of encouragement, verses of noticeable texts


I am a poetess: I am the daughter of a man who
chopped down mahogany trees just to earn a living
  to feed his big family: a mighty man was he
he was a person not to be reckoned with:
A wired pressure cooker: a ***** with a switch

I tell my story in form of words
I will compose them quite clearly, just follow the lines
Because, the tongue is more to be feared than my words
I am afraid of the ocean, it doesn’t speak my language
  It’s has a long history of chemical: Sea salt

Who’s to blame not the ocean, only me?
I go to visit it; it never comes to visit me:
So when everything is said and done,
Who logged on and came to visit who?
pressure cookers, tongue, language, Sea salt, Ocean
Dark n Beautiful Dec 2021
That night before I left for foreign land

the moon seems sadder,

As the night crickets cry louder  

Flyer flies hide among the wet grass

Why hide, why hide,



But like others, before me  

I had a dream, while I was awake

I saw sally, I saw Brad,

I saw a vision, of greatness,



Go quietly; a dream

This time it wasn't a dream

But my king heading to the elevator,

My heart was pounding, or was it unfolding

When would I see him again,

What made us fall in love.



Natural high, natural high was it a safe high?

Love can be addiction, unknown to most,

Should I go and retrieve it or wait

And see if my boomerang heart, can bring him back

I will stand at my front door, and see if my love

Would Land on my door step,  

I always love to tell him, how my day went

When he calls my name, I get hot

Even when it cold, and there he is there being hot,

Is he man enough for me,

Just prays that he always smiles for me.
Dark n Beautiful Jan 2014
What did Guru the Monk whisper in my ear
He said "why mimic the soul of a fool
the fool is between heaven and hell

You embrace the light
he lived in darkness
Why mimic the soul of a foul

Every man thinks he is wiser than his neighbor
his house is adjacent and both lawns merge
with his Academic Achievement;
he is still an undergraduate

What did Guru the Monk whisper in my ear?
"My sister each website has an owner
each owner has an agenda
he provides the stars
but withheld the moon.

Your soul shines through everything
you touch, say or do.
blessed my child;
"Your mama didn't
raise a fool
Dark n Beautiful Feb 2019
Because my kiss is like frequency and measure as the waves
My lips stays Plumper as a ripe cherry on a hot day
Just waiting to be kiss, in the moonlight:

The littlest things we dream about, that is so dear
Can be detrimental, because of modern technology
The lack of touch, the loss of sound, gone forever:

Shall we continued to forget the walks in the park
Making love in the dark, under the starry sky
Just to be trade in by the late nights video chatting?

Being an advocate of love, a unmasked spiritual intruder:
I enter the winging maypole of merry gestor: In my mind

because, my kiss is like frequency and measure as the waves
my opinion on the subject matter, never matters

P.S
**Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” Dr Suess
Dark n Beautiful Dec 2014
Winter!
Wintrier!
Thy daughter of nature
Why do you hate us so?

You curse the ground with those barren winter months
The tulips bulbs seek shelter deep within the ground
the bird flew south to be in the arms of your brother
Brother Sun and Sister wintrier: the good and the bad

You bend the branches with heavy snow,
so deep, so low
Freezing the river, while muting its rippling sound
The autumn winds shake the ancient towers
As many whispers, no more, no more
Leaving a blind cardinal alone and lost
In the snow
Dark n Beautiful Feb 2015
Dark and lovely as the African night sky
with as many gifts as there are stars on high.
I am the light that shines in darkness

The lion and the king, the ostrich and the
Silkworms to me are the spirit of life,
As mere mortal men make love tonight
I am composing the perfect poem
with one wicked indulgent on my mind
to make memories that will last forever,
Please surround me with a sphere of
powerful, brilliant white light

When winter is over I will
Give praises to jah
Before i forget, the moaning winds,
the naked branches on the trees
Long hours, crazy commutes
I beg you to give praises with a poem
for little favors with poetry
Let us forget the negativity and negative critters

Dark and lovely as the African night sky
With many gifts as there are stars on high

Tonight, I shall shine,
I am the dark temptress,
driven by winter madness
.
For P.J Brady for giving me the inspiration
Dark n Beautiful Feb 2014
I married him for all the wrong reasons
his dashing good looks
which
leave something to be desired
~
secondly
~
the  added addition
to his bank books,
which was a God sent
in this winter of my hardship
~
And by this all being tragically said
Never once have I  bothered to check out the family tree
~
indeed wasn’t
a sensible adjustment
~
Finally
I divorced him for all the right reasons his
Cheating and dealing
and his inexperienced *******
This was worse than any dealing
Dark n Beautiful Jan 2016
As the flimsy branches snaps
The Caribbean babbling brooks echoes
the sound of the steel band rocks the island
Into J’ouvert morning
Up north their bodies shiver up their spines;
But, somehow the wild birds
kept warm during this winter morn

The darker the blue, the heavier the snow
Casting her jeer, with deep cold laughter
The blizzard of 2016, as one lonely cabby
Slowly rolled down the street,
this white winter wonder land
Dark n Beautiful Jan 2015
A bird does not sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song.


Chinese proverb
Dark n Beautiful Jul 2021
Every poet has a beginning
Every river begins somewhere,

Like every story, or poem,

I ever wrote, behind the door of fearfulness

I had to let go the uneasiness of entrapment that

******* my wellbeing.

The world is so crazy right now,

Even with all what mother nature dash out

As humans' beings we, still hang on strong,  

Every poet or poetess has a beginning

Every river begins somewhere,

“ I just love when she belts out

“You know my Name!

That songstress can sing,

She was one of the poets whom  

Was able to get from behind the door of darkness

And sang her heart out to the world.

She has a relationship with her music

I have a feud with my poems,

I see the world in a different light every day

*“I know people can be judgmental and difficult. But if you shut yourself away from the world, you'll never see how beautiful it really is.”
― Imania Margrie, The Pacemaker *


Take some time away from your job

And stay behind close door

Do you notice how you feel?

Away from that environment  

For me its peace, the freedom

And control of oneself

Every poet has a beginning

Every river begins somewhere,
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2018
You must never **** the spiders,
While, they are woven their poems into the likeness of thunder?
Kidnapped the poets, instead of the poems
Therefore, I asked of you to stop all useless riots
On poetry, read them, embrace them, and
Learn from them: poetry is disciplined
And disciplined is the most misunderstanding word
In the dictionary: but somehow it is said that

riots is the language of the unheard:
we must never embrace racial riots,
or racial profiling: reach out to racial equity
stop allowing the messages of hate to go viral
plants row of trees, in the name of love,
I recently came across, ants yes, I said ants

When army ants need to cross a large gap, they simply build a bridge - with their own bodies. Linking together, the ants can move their living bridge from its original point, allowing them to cross gaps and create shortcuts across rainforests in Central and South America.

I recently saw human fighting each other, I recently read somewhere
Where children were locked away in cages
,
McALLEN, Texas (AP) — inside an old warehouse in South Texas, hundreds of immigrant children wait in a series of cages created by metal fencing. One cage had 20 children inside. Scattered about are bottles of water, bags of chips and large foil sheets intended to serve as blankets.

We must never **** the spiders,
While, there are woven their poems into the likeness of thunder..
Dark n Beautiful Dec 2017
Out of my mind when the WhatsApp tone startle me
Into believing that it was him: who was texting me

When your love has reached it course
A good apology is hard to find: But why say it in a text
Knowingly the other person is going to be vex

Today, I was meditating on three words,
Happiness, empathy and relationships
I will never say this is the end: or will I jump ship
I will always add more to my trouble

Because of whom I am: when I was with them
My past lovers count their trouble,
but they never calculate their happiness:
While they were in my life: they make me
Lost my perspective on the true me

however, do bear in mind
Your true self is never lost
Dark n Beautiful Jan 2018
My Alter

You took over from time to time
What I have:  I have accomplished from nothing
I must give praises to you my alter
You terrified me, you strengthen us

You took over without signaling.
we became unique individuals
Sometime we merge and we got to
To the other side:

From beautiful memories to ugly ones
From beautiful quotes to the hideous one.

The most beautiful things are not associated with money
They are memories and moments and if you
Don’t celebrate those they can pass you by Alex Wek

.
I had to swallow my poor pride: an instant jaw clench
This was so not I:  unfolding: heart wrenching:
Nothing I earned didn’t came so easily,
I share a lot but not my inner or outer pain
it was all on us: mostly me

I was loved; I was also being hated
I was that woman that sang the blues into the night
It seems like I had created you for good intentions
Intervention or soul searching:

We are in for the long haul:
Good morning! Good day and good night.
Dark n Beautiful Sep 2018
The past is never too far behind:
We can never live it down
According to Doctor B . Ford
It’s unbearable:
It’s haunting, it’s inerasable:
For the victims to relived
those terrible nightmare:
in hopes that it they will go away

Somehow it never does
The worst is to see your attackers
Smiling, and moving on to higher ranks

Youth was wasted on the young,
Privilege children: overindulgence few
Not so wealth, not so wise
Today their party until dawn
In the future they wouldn’t remember
An old folks saying
What sweeten the goat mouth?
Would burn its tail end
The higher the monkey climbs
His tail becomes visible:
As you move up the ladder,
Your party buddies will grudge you
Your past will haunts you
Your hidden secret will be found:
Youth is wasted on the young,
Dark n Beautiful Sep 2014
Zorro black whip

She carries her beauty with her,
Like a gift from the angels beyond.
May peace and love pave her way?
Lovely as a lily floating on the pond...
She became the best con artist
That every exists
She whispered softly
I ‘m going to pin you to my bed
I’ll outline your body with my tongue
Let wait for that instant reaction
My honk of a man
She wasn’t the average frigid woman
Only the best black adulteress
with Zorro’s black whip
As she continues to show off her
Sexuality and power play
Close your eyes and feel the cold ice
as it numb your ******* hard
let my sultry voice calm your nerves
She said
Tiny droplets of water roll down his lovely spine
the shine on his  face beam from excitement
so once again he asked of him to
Relax!
and hold all explosives until the end
Allowing her siren sultry voice:
  to calm his nerves
Flipping over and reversing the roll
Snapped! Snapped
Pleasure and pain
  Was all in the ****** game
She carries her beauty with her,
Like a gift from the angels beyond.
May peace and love pave her way?
Lovely as a lily floating on the pond...
She became the best con artist
From out west
Only the best black adulteress
with a whip

— The End —