Grandmother of Faith
Morning, Noon and Night praying length
The connection direct to Heaven
Desire, Devotion and Need
A Grandmother showing Faith example
Gateway to Heaven
Praying in always giving thanks for every breathing day
Blessings being ok
Praying words
Heaven heard
A Grandmother’s voice that was lifted to the highest
Faithful servant
Armor Faith strong
Got her own grandson to pray along
Enduring and Spiritual
Accomplished pray
A Grandmother’s story of commitment
The mission and devotion

I don’t know what I have done
I have with favor with the Lord among
I thought I had friends
The response was all pretend
The Lord enlightened me
He is moving me forward
A different direction onward
I can’t even emphasize
It’s wisdom that makes me wise
I have doing God’s will and I am not finished
I have encouraged many to my ability
But now I am considered the enemy
I am a sincere person
Yet friends had no meaning and a deleted pursue
I don’t have hate
I guess I was never an appreciate
There will be a day where people will wish they would hear my voice, but the connection of friendship would be no more
That day will be my end
I will be with glory
It will be my Heavenly Spiritual story
I request the world look into the mirror and see what image needs to be improved
God has a purpose for all of us on this Earth
If you intend to make it to Heaven it starts with a new enriched birth
Love in the heart being a start
I am at depart
I am a friend genuine
I do try to be kind
God rescued me
He makes me what I should be
This is something the world refuses to see
Perhaps the God in me is not to your liking
I have been accused
The Lord finds me not quilty

I admired your look and you didn’t even know
Let’s stroll together and just take it slow
My story goes like this
Don’t be surprised if I add an unexpected twist
I wanted to have the honor in being your gent
I had no doubt that our love would become meant
It might sound crazy, but my heart I did present
To you my lady, I want to represent
Yet you seemed to shy away
But I knew it would be that one day
However, I kept saying to keep me in inspiration that is ok
My eyes glazed at your beauty
I will never forget that long red gown with sequence
My Fair Lady, it was you and only you that caught my attention
Persuasion that was on my mind
I thought our hearts coming together with full love combined
Let us dance
I am embracing the chance
The music and the Night Moon has turned our dance into being enchanted
Our Love being like the tunnel of love
Everlasting having a suppose
Our picture being the image of our pose
We are in our own love time
It’s our zone to be together
There will be no other
My Fair Lady
Hand in mine
Our paradise a waits
Being your gent, I appreciate.

Suave and Sophisticated
A man with knowledge being educated
Romance
Sheer elegance
Disco Ball Shine
Embrace in dance close
The idea dream man
A purpose in being in love
All the Chemistry to think of
Yet established and genuine
A man that has respect in warmth and being kind
A man being confident being a man
An eye catcher within the land
The real heart fully curved
All the loving a woman deserves.

Marvelous and excellence
Commodity at its best
Gifted and talented
Opportunity to reach
Education being the teach
Abilities being extraordinary
To some, it might seem ordinary
But that is in the natural sense
How about the spiritual tense?
The Lord being excellent in whom he is
Circumstances that made him great
Now come on everyone can relate
Possibilities being realities
King and Queen’s are considered great
But when it comes to superiority comes fate
A talented Gift doesn’t come until it is developed
We are back to ability in what is to come
The focus should be desire to achieve and excelling in some
This is beyond your deepest thoughts
But when the Lord is involved, your abilities shall until
A will to try and see what you can establish
Some might say it is a trait
But it takes patience in wait
However, the whole concept comes from the Lord in behold
The Lord is your counselor in helping you build your abilities from the advice the Lord told in helping everyone to take hold.

Our eyes are like magnets
I see only the image of you
It’s romance I feel in wanting to pursue
You have me on the planet Saturn
You are my Moon
It’s that interlude that will be coming soon
Your kiss I will never forget
Through it all I have no regret
We were meant to find
I can’t wait until we wine and dine
Elegance is the word that I describe of you
Heart to Heart in love that’s due
You love me and I love you
There is no separation
It’s all pure and genuine in participation
Our tomorrow is today
Love on target in every given way
Now take my hand
No it’s not a demand
I simply want to be your Man
Will you marry me?
I want the world to witness and see
Our love in marriage will be what it should be
I cherish you now and forever more
Let’s journey together and the world we shall explore.

I was told this story relating to enemies
The title caught my attention
I felt I had to mention
A man being 98 Years Old
The age alone was a behold
But it doesn’t surround the story told
Now follow me as you catch your breath
Take in my words for all that it is worth
A Minister preached his sermon about forgiveness
There was one being a true witness
After the Minister preached, he asked the congregation if they had any enemies
No one really answered but one
Yes you probably guessed it, the old man
It was the 98 Year Old Man being among
The Old Man stated he had no enemies
The Minister and the congregation were in a daze
The answer from the Old Man had the congregation in a automatic amaze
However, that wasn’t the end to all that
What you are about to witness became a known fact
The Old Man then repeated, “He had no enemies”
So the Minister asked the question directly to the Old Man
Why do you say you have no enemies?
Everyone has at least one or two or perhaps more
The Old man responded, “They died and I out lived them all”
After that, the Minister and the entire congregation gave the Old Man a standing ovation.

Our love being smooth and creamy to the touch
Love and more Love that echoes much
Caramel, Vanilla or Dark Chocolate, it’s doesn’t matter what flavor
As long as we are together, our Love is the slaver that will never melt
It will be ******* love that will be felt
Eye to Eye in feelings being dealt
Chocolate with all its nuts and cherries
Yet our love being intense varies
****** being no end
But when it comes to our love, we say when
Eating more Chocolate that comes out the box
It’s about Love and off with the socks
We eat more Chocolate to munch
Thank you Babe my love being a bunch
You flavored me
Our intimacy for only us to see
Love that keeps our relationship in tone
There could be tonight a full moon
Love coming at you and could be soon.

What happened to love for one another?
Where did respect go?
Smiles turned into hate
Where is the appreciate?
It’s now Hesitate
The world doesn’t even want to communicate
Assurance being forgotten
This is totally rotten
Encouragement loss its fulfilled
It is not in the world’s will
We are Brothers and Sisters on this Earth, it doesn’t matter Race, what happened?
The world’s focus was surrounded by love
Laughter and joy to think of
It seems departed ways these days
Astray
Not ok
What’s the cause?
People are called out of their names
Pure Lame
Killings, Muggings and other crimes for no reason
Senseless
Racism circulating in the picture
No nurture
What happened?
World, World poor World
When will we learn?
We didn’t create ourselves
It was a Heavenly Mighty Self
We need to help one another
We all walk this Earth together, and we can’t be made with the world
We all are the world
You might need someone to bring you water being in distress
Love for one each other says it best
What happened?

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

Longevity, the way life is awarded in a blessing
It’s wisdom that contributes to the living lesson
So what 93 so special?
Let’s look at the distinction in read and see
There were two people that were my personal heroes, Donald Coffin and Natalie Alston, who were both 93 and died
They left me the inspiration to stride
The understanding that both provided
Some people say to me, play that number 93 in the lottery
But my thoughts are on maybe and possibly
However, nothing is really guaranteed
93 is not an easy number to reach in life, it is a gift
It is eternity blessings stored
But accounts all from the Lord
So the lottery, don’t be so sure
Yet 93 is a number that no one would ignore
93 for me is encouragement
The legacy of wisdom feeling like nourishment
Live out the full creed until done
But living to be 93 at least I would be still among
Not everyone can live to even reach 93
It is a blessing to see
93 maybe only number
But it is a high digit close to a 100
Live on and think confident
Praying on and be blessed
Avoid stress and be youthful
But the two deceased individuals lived their life out being wonderful
Again, longevity is not easy to reach
But a day by moment being a lesson like a Bible scripture feeling like a sermon preach

Teeth that have tooth decay
Goodbye to Chick Fil
Juicy Fruit and Spearmint Gum
Now I don’t none
My decayed teeth will no longer be the one
If I keep eating sweets, my teeth will actually be a retreat
A smile was a memory while
It’s good teeth that gives a person style
There’s more to teeth than just chew
I will pause and let you think through
Tooth decay with less bite
Now what I have is a plight
It will be off to the Dentist for a fix
It could be an appointment for six
My picture moment will become a shock
I firmly believe that this is a plot
But it doesn’t matter if I like it or not
So now I won’t be able to smile for a while
Once upon a smile
My teeth I though would go that extra mile
But now it is once upon a smile.

It was **** on the Poet’s mind
Illuminate being a combine
The thinking might sound sublime
The Poet’s words continued to walk the streets
The sentences were a warning to retreat
Anger full of hate
It was that thought having a moment and a date
This was the Poet’s time in not be late
There was a mission at hand
A dimension between good and
The Poet’s own words is what kept him alive
The Poet’s compelling thoughts were like a dark alley
Emotions beyond control
No behold to take hold
Yet slowly in movement having a surely, the Poet was starting to come to his senses
There was a reflect on good and evil having no stood
But the mind was concentrating on if the Poet could
However, a Poet is going to be a Poet
The Poet being an entertainer like Spider Man Caught in a web of words
Its the Poet’s words that no one can predict
Its the movement of time like a clock tick
But it’s only the Poet’s words that will actually stick.

The man being Medgar Wiley Evers
His voice with Civil Rights Decree
It was Civil Rights awareness to the world to see
Medgar Evers being of outraged spoken words
Truth in needing to heard
His philosophy extending into expression becoming a lesson
But let me relate to Medgar Evers in education
I had the honor, privilege and opportunity to attend CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
The principles with Civil Rights concentrating on education being a Constitutional right
The message being “Higher Learning in Excel at any Race”

Meet education face to face
Don’t let your mind just go to waste
Gold is only a camouflage shine
What’s true within the heart having determination and desire in helping others regardless of race in bringing out one’s true potential in looking beyond the color of one’s skin
This is not something accidental
It is not something seasonal
It’s a chosen right
This was the reason in the Civil Rights fight
Medgar Evers saw the flaw in American’s thinking
He was compelled to shout out
It didn’t matter being just like Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr if Death would be involved
This was Medgar Evers in seeing that Civil Rights needing a resolve

But it required Unity by all in being involved
An empty plate makes one hungry, and an empty glass makes one thirsty
But when you add the food it becomes the fulfillment, and in a task if what already will be accomplished
Civil Rights was a mission that Medgar Evers wanted to face
Medgar was determined that he wasn’t going to let America just let it erase
It wasn’t a Black nor White issue but equality in all races being justified
I had the pleasure to see the Medgar Evers Family personally up close and personal

Now Medgar Evers was a World War II Veteran
Field Secretary for the NAACP
Former Soldier Medgar Evers is buried at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia
Honor and dignity with a stance of salute
A quote being Medgar Evers personal words, “You can **** a man, but you can’t **** an Idea”
It’s about establishment with a fight that shall continue even today 2019.

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

My tomorrow was yesterday
Anguish within being a disturbance
My heart is broken into two parts
Circumstance and chance
Hope seemingly like a put on hold
But the fire in me says be bold
A guiding voice says listen as there’s a message of told
I am young, but think old
Desperation like a heavy thunderstorm
I feel like I am drowning to the deep
What advice do I seek?
Instead of being absorbed, rise to the surface and breathe
Tomorrow will come
But one must be patient with praising hands up
Tomorrow doesn’t come until ready
Just hold steady
Be prepared!

Mary Poppins name change with a new blend
The new name being Mary *******
Pumping stretch galore
Ms. ******* who shows intensity with the weights in exercise
She is now with a new enterprise
Lift approach
Mary ******* is no joke
Concentration and Vision
A new attitude having a reason
Exercise tips with formulating dips
The umbrella left behind
Mary ******* toned and doing fine
Genuine one of a kind
Back in the day, it was sing and dance
Exercise has become the level of advance
Transforming her own spirit into merit
Strong in mind and soul
Behold
Mary ******* is in control.

Drink Up
I am a true Texan
Came from a small Texas Town
Travelling on a Stage Coach kicking up dust
I came to a town called “REFRESHING GULCH”
That town has the right name
But I am just being lame
Those folks drink Sun Up to Sundown
Now I don’t drink along those lines
But then again, have I truly lost my mind
However, all I can remember I was knocked out drunk
It happened in the Pleasure Saloon
I had arrived on that Stage Coach at noon
What a way to begin a journey
By the way, my name is Ernie
Somehow, I was so drunk, I was put into a hotel room in town
It was called “SETTLE YOURSELF”
I woke up and found myself in nothing but my underwear
Talk about an embarrassing moment
Barely holding steady
I have a hangover the size of Wyoming
There was a knock at the door, and it was the Sheriff Hummer, checking up on me
I asked the Sheriff, “How did I get into this room?”
He said he carried me
All I can remember is seeing the Can Can Girls as they showed dance in can
I just kept drinking as I could into when with no end
That’s where everything turned black
I don’t remember anything else other than that
However, I do remember a lady name JOSIE
Beautiful Gal
But she disappeared
Now I want a smoke
But all I am thinking of right now is GUNSMOKE
I am waiting for Marshall Dillion to step in
But all I want to do is for my drinking to come to an end
Now I can’t walk through Refreshing Gulch dressed like this
I am here in my underwear
It’s all my thought of beware
I am not going to let the truth be told
But I have already told the story so no need for me to put on hold
This is no time to be bold
So much for drinking
What was I thinking?
The Moon was high and all I was thinking I
This is what I get
Now it is all regret
Perhaps I should gamble and bet in the downstairs Saloon
The sun can be very high at moon
Just my luck, I could be in the last round up
It would become my mock
So much for Texas
As Texan’s say, “I Fixin to Leave”
What time is the next Stage Coach
So long folks
Please no jokes

It all started without a Poet effect
The words similarly thought of the Poet being a reject
It goes back to a Poetry book
There was no Poet to take a look
The sentences and words collaborated together
The Poet became no other
The sentences and words held their own meeting
They felt they were the purpose and meaning
What do you think a Poet would think about that?
The Poet would say they are no longer needed
It wouldn’t matter because the words and sentences have their own concept
The sentences and words have their own amaze
The Poet always gets the praise
Poet’s minds are the ideas
The sentences and words felt left out
The door is always open for them to enter
The sentences and words made their point
Poets out
Sentences and words in
The sentences being the words were now Editor In Chief
That doesn’t give Poet’s any relief
Poets and words with sentences will have to work this situation out
I hear in the background Poet’s shout
Theory has it, why doesn’t Words, Sentences and Poets just come together
The response, Forget it

Harmony tick tock
Precision right on the dot
Tone around time
Each clock sounded like a musical blend
It was totally breathtaking within
It was the clock’s version of “The Hand Of Time”
The moment in the hour
The second at the minute
The place being any place
The fact of time having no waste
Serene yet gentle
The clock’s playing the skies song of “The Rhythm of the horizon above”
A place in time to think of
Your time is now
The sounds
Acceleration of time
All being one of a kind
The time instrument of delight
The thought of suggestion in might
Time opening the eyes and seeing today well into tomorrow’s daylight
Fast moving hands of time
Now settle down and unwind
Your time you didn’t expect
Time after time

No Logs
No Fireplace
No Cookout
The wood was used to craft into Toy Scale Model Buses
Sounds strange?
Yes, Wood was used in creating Genuine Authentic Moving Models
Visualize highway buses, and think of the wood being part of the setting
I am a witness to it
I have in my collection of actual buses made out of wood being the work done by a Deceased Susquehanna Trailways Motor Coach Engineer
How were these buses carved into a bus
It was careful study being the tracing and using cardboard to capture the right detail once the analysis was done
Then came constructing the wood one Carve into design at a time
I am honored to have in my bus collection of 7 Wood bus models from the creator himself and remembrance of a Trailways Motor Coach Engineer
A Motor Coach Operator with more than just drive, but a vision to create into sculpture
Eyes of Wood
Woody detail of could
Design
Craftsmanship that always came out fine.

It involves a big church
A Church Pastor with a big question
It could very well be a suggestion
It was a strange mysterious blue cloth
At one of the ends, the Blue Cloth looked like it had been eaten by a Moth
It seemed this Blue Cloth was significant
It certainly didn’t look at all magnificent
The Blue Cloth was placed on an old wooden table
But even the table didn’t look stable
This is far from any fable
The Blue Cloth was symbolic, but a resistance of enable
Perhaps the Blue Cloth was some form of curse
Now it probably needs a reverse
A blessing that wouldn’t come
The idea of a Blue Cloth was a cover of none
A Church congregation felt the Blue Cloth had the Devil’s ways
They also illustrated they didn’t want no part, and didn’t them nor stay
The congregation totally went astray
The Pastor and Congregation all prayed at that moment, and they were determined the Devil’s Blue Cloth wasn’t going to keep them bound
Praises in the multitude one could hear the sounds
So the Blue Cloth stayed on far away on that wooden table
Because of the Heaven’s, the Pastor and Congregation was able
The Heavenly Spirit said, “This is your getaway, and leave that Blue Cloth alone on this day”
So the Blue Cloth was never seen again
That Blue Cloth was an Evil friend
The Blue Cloth was burned up by Heaven

Ira Steinberg
A man who lived his life surrounded by buses
The Bus Company called COACH TOURS
The passion to once drive
A journey in the bus industry of survive
Mr. Steinberg was once the proud owner of Coach Tours
He blossomed like a refreshing inspiring rose
His bus enthusiasm was his own suppose
Our friendship became value
Mr. Steinberg once asked me about getting tickets to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade
He asked me because I work at Macy’s Corporate New York, and because Mr. Steinberg was a man committed to bus company success, I couldn’t say No, and followed through on his request
My efforts was acknowledging the promise
It was a man I had respect who was honest
I will never forget the COACH TOURS BASEBALL CAP
For me, it’s the Ira Steinberg map
Each time I wear the cap, I feel inspiration through his spirit
It’s remember me when, but never forget until
I will never forget, and Coach Tours and Ira Steinberg always in my heart
Now you know, but don’t ever let go
Heaven captured the eternal moment
Mr. Steinberg welcomed the opportunity
Together as the raising sun we are connected in unity
God bless the Steinberg Family and remember, you are never alone
God is the Almighty and his encouragement will always be shown
Don’t cry for me as I am with thy
My legacy is established and that is the reason why
Continue to live and support each other
I will miss you Mr. Steinberg as you were like my Brother.

So where did it begin?
Sat and wrote
I thought this must be a joke
Letters formed before my eyes in plain sight
They turned me into a Poet I was meant to be
Directed by own ability
But it was through Heaven’s guidelines
I became an automatic Poet
My inner thoughts needed to be expressed
You could call a testimony of confess
Being like cotton through the nylon
My own daily words to look upon
You never know unless you give a try
My fears felt like a war cry
I became a Poet being I
It was Heaven that gave me the inspiring gift
It was the moment that came swift
Time became my words to the world
A revolving swirl
My beginning until end
No hold bars nor pretend
No worries nor fear
Preserver
Stop only for a short pause
My purpose had a cause
Conquered struggles unmeasurable
Being confident made me able
I don’t know what holds for my tomorrow
Being a Poet now is my morrow
My own accord having no sorrow
A legacy encouraging others in their own possibilities
Let it become responsibilities
Assured influence
This is who I am
My words know me better
Before into the after
From valleys to mountain tops
Encouragement that says don’t stop
My own horizons I hold close
Now you know
Don’t you ever let go
Be your own best poet that you could ever be
Believe in yourself for all to see
Word stories, who knew?
Now pursue

My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.

Efforts have a movement
Determination must have a desire
Understanding comes with Education
Knowledge comes with teachings
Inspiration comes from within
All these above state the possibilities in accomplish
But one must truly establish
One must know how to succeed in getting to proceed
The first thing, one must not listen to negativity unless it’s constructive
Later set goals for yourself and not what goals other people want you to have
The term you will never amount to anything, delete and toss out of your mind
Instead add I will, I can, shall
Everyone has abilities, but you have been labelled like a food can
Labels are only words and they need not to be heard
You have that creativity, but you must unlock in order to be proven
The honor is with you
This is something you must think on in order to pursue
No one is going to give you anything
However, if you make the necessary efforts, the rewards can become endless
The purpose is to prove to your self
Don’t be a follower like everybody else
You are the voice of reason
Don’t live your life like a forbidden treason
But live your life having a reason
You will excel
But negativity doesn’t want to tell
Inspiration being your own accord
What you will establish will be your applause
Many people in your life don’t want you to succeed
But turn my thoughts into your success creed
Let my words be like a motivation feed
Success waits
Don’t sit back and hesitate
Fate is an uplifting slate
Be motivated before it’s too late.

Think and plan
Time frame
Acceleration with a quickness
You are the valued time witness
Time doesn’t stand still
Your time to fulfill
Immediate response
Time is steadily ticking
Seconds into minutes
Movement must be swift
True accomplishment
Well established
Time is not on your side
It is on preset
Turn up your effect
Limited time granted
Time out

Now my life is vast in detail
Let me start at the beginning being a story narrated in sail
Growing up I was told that I would fail
In fact being born I was quite frail
So the beginning of my life at birth being uncertain
For me inspiration was only a word having no definition
My life was hoping for precision
The only presence was my own voice
I had no choice
But my words were direct like preach
I guess there was influence I wanted to teach
As I grew older I began to understand
But now I was an Adult Man
Thinking responsively
Taking life serious honestly
As I said earlier, I told you I was to fail
But follow me in the next trail
I knew deep in my heart I wanted to achieve
It would be Higher Education that I would receive
So I enrolled in college in meeting my goals
Behold, I majored in Mass Communications from CUNY, and graduated with a 3.0 GPA
Sounds bad for others who wanted me to fail
Perhaps the whole theory people considered themselves less of themselves
I guess they wanted me to be like them
But inspiration rang in and ability within keep striving on
I wanted the best things in life
I wasn’t expecting sugar and spice
I just wanted my life to be peaceful and nice
As my Grandfather would often encourage, “Be a Commodity”
Well that’s truth in reality
So I am living life in what it should be
Salvation made it all possible and people do see
Yet it is my daily prayers between me and thee
Church is my regular outlet that God can help anyone overcome
I am glad I have Faith from within being the Lord’s among
So there’s my life cut and dry
You see I haven’t asked any questions as of why
But my Grandfather was right, “Just Try”
There’s my life in efforts in gain, and continued living that shall remain.

As the Piano sets the scene in the background
You will have to imagine being the sound
Our Drama has begun
Shirley is sitting in the living room reading a Thriller book
In fact, it made her shook
Suddenly there was a knock at the door
At first Shirley thought, should I just ignore?
Shirley was so into the book, she wanted no interruptions
But then at that moment decided to answer the door
When Shirley opened the door, she was confronted face to face with a Tall Attractive Man dressed in all black including sporting a black cap
Suddenly without warning, the Tall man pulled out a knife
Shirley immediately screamed
She definitely needed help quick
Her Neighbors heard the commotion and summoned for the Police
Shirley was in a peril and thriller beyond any book
Just when the tall man was going to attack, the Police arrived in time and saved Shirley’s life
Mysterious and Curious being a thought
But a Thriller beyond any current book Shirley was reading
Death wasn’t written in the plan
This wasn’t even at the Tall Man’s command
A peril that became a resistance
The swift movement of the Police was an instance
So a peril today was actually a turnaround being the other way.

I might sound to some a weird request
But this is my desire in confess
Instead of putting me in a conventional coffin, just let it be a bus
Now you are probably thinking, is this an absolute must?
But it is really no fuss
Bus passion is always and will continue to be in my heart
It’s my own personal flowchart
It doesn’t have to be a Hound nor Trailways bus, and could even be a School bus
So it can be a bus of any kind
But let the bus be genuine
However, I would be dead, it wouldn’t matter anyway as I could very well be put into a hefty garbage metal can, and I wouldn’t know as the dead tell no tail
Actually, I am only stating for thought
It’s nothing needing to be fought
I don’t expect it too happen
I am certainly not going to push
But that is only an inspired wish
I pretty much have your attention
So was all nothing more than my presentation
But than again, there is no telling what kind of response I will get
I have no regret
One can dream with an imagination
One can also say stating the indication
But this is my moment of my own print streaming
Now please don’t start screaming
My words with a bus coffin in adding to my devoted passion
This concludes our session.

It was a tight Election race
You had Debates with Trump face to face
The American people voted Change
The continued Trump agenda being insane
Biden stepped up to the plate
You spoke on America’s fate
You said I want to be your next President before it is too late
America’s voice rang out loud and clear
Another day of Trump put America on fear
How can we get Trump out?
It took votes in making choice come about
America has been instituted in separation
Now that is un-American with no appreciation
Biden platform, “You want to bring togetherness back”
Embrace all Nationalities into unity
Tense moment as the Election went along
Wait until wait
Voters had no idea of how the Election would turn out
Just then days after, the sunrise shined
A new day of a new Tomorrow
President Elect Joe Biden and Vice President Elect, Kamala Harris were the winners
City after City cheers into the multitude of shouts
Singing and Dancing as Cities were moving about
Change came at the right time
The world prayed
It was the relay to Heaven
Proud and honored to say
America achieved a new day
Biden and Harris made it all the way.

Sun up to Sun down
You would often see me write in my living room being found
I come from a small town
But on this particular day, I had no ideas to write
I don’t know if it was fright
It might have been a temporary writing block in a moment plight
But let me catch my breath over the shock
I am determined ready or not
Suddenly, ideas began to pop into my head
This was my moment to write and not hesitate instead
My words literally jumped from my head and onto the paper
I was writing as if it was a caper
I was totally motivated and full with appreciate
For Heaven’s sake
My writing has an illustrate
Moon’s ago
I was a vision from a dream
There was no danger by any means
I lived and was taken care of by Wolves
I learned to eat and protect myself
It was living in nature survive
I began too embrace with nature in the all outdoors
It didn’t matter to the Wolves if that I was human with two fours
It was an embracing affair full of love
Now that I was a Full Gown adult, it was time to move on and tell the Wolves Good-Bye
The Wolves howled in not wanting me to leave
I hugged each Wolf
My appreciation for survival was the proof
As I looked at that forest in never to return
I will never forget my roots
My question came to mind in what did I learn?
Devotion and kindness for the woods dedicated
This is my dedicated story being the actual witness
My life was with what it was supposed too be
My own eyes I did see
Thank you Wolves for inviting and enlightening me
The forest taught me always to reflect and come back
My writing showed me, “Imagine That”
This poem is dedicated to all Poet’s and Writer’s all around the world in being a fact
Poet’s Diary full of momentum
Yet active in a writing voice
My tomorrow came quick
This will always stick
Write on and continue to write on.

THE SQUARE ROOT OF MOVING
LATER THE RATIO IN ARRIVING
A PLAN GOING THROUGH FOR SEVERAL YEARS
THIS IS HOW I PRESERVER
MY STEPS IN COMMUTING TIME
BEING ON-TIME THAT IS ALWAYS FINE
SOMETIMES THERE ARE DELAYS
THEN OTHER TIMES A DISMAY
BUT NO MATTER WHAT, I GOT COMMUTING DOWN TO A SCIENCE IN MY MIND
BEING REALISTIC AND IDEALISTIC IN MY DAILY COMMUTE
YES MY MIND DOES KNOW HOW TO COMPUTE
BUT LET’S NOT HAVE A DISPUTE
COMMUTING SCIENCE WITH THE IDEA DOWN PACKED WITH BEING ENGENIUS MINE.

The Black Man being vital in unity
The symbol within his own community
Media says that’s not reality
Media portrays the Black Man doesn’t know how to survive
But in all reality is determination in all it takes
This is nothing fake
Slavery’s history was a struggle in the Black Man in knowing that they can overcome and change which others felt impossible
Today the Black Man has inspiration
Slavery was only a lesson in showing the way in achieving
But some Black Men still hold onto what they believe having no assurance, but all takes is endurance
But that is only the Black Man’s formulations, but in reality they have a strong foundation
It is not an assumption as it is a known fact
It’s about the Black Man stepping out and fulfilling their dreams
Not the expectations of what one wants the Black Man to believe
There is nothing concrete that says the Black Man must stay and always be in a struggle
It’s about illustrate and present yourself who you really are and not the assumptions of what one would expect
Media also states the Black Man is into Drugs, Jail and Lack of Fatherhood
But those are the weak minded Black Man that feel they have no purpose in life
However, every Black Man has a purpose in life, but they must find their way and be determined to get there
How many things about the Black Man in the Hood, but those same Black Men actually made out the hood and turned their life into could
The theme is “Excel”
The Black Man has a success story to tell
It’s the Black Man’s personal chains that holding them back in not being confident and only settling
Settling is only an negative vibe, but goes no where from there

It’s time for the Black Man to come out and prove to themselves that the Black Man Sterotype is nothing more than a hype
The Black Man has pride
It’s dignity in what the mind provides
The Black Man has the power to be an achiever
So unlock and expand your mind
But Black Men, remove all negative thoughts like a river reseed
Take responsibility within your life is all you need
Commodity is your wonder as a Black Man
It’s just an misunderstanding from the media in thinking they know what the black man is about
In order to understand, you must have travelled up the ranks down the minority road in experiencing the struggles and discrimination
This is the solid information
But Black Men can actually be the Black Man that they are meant to be
You were created with a since of purpose on this Earth
It all started from the beginning at your birth
One can’t determine which they didn’t create
One can love but choose to hate
Hate is not something you are born with, but is sustained in learned
The Black Man has gone through all those narrows
It’s like piercing painful arrows
So common ground being enchanted
Words focused, INSPIRATION, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND FULFILLMENT
Set your goals high
You are probably wondering why?
It gives you an agenda to aim for in attempting to your succession desires
Let no one determine as a Black Man that you need permission
You are your own mission
Being a Black Man is just another color for you to be determined in life in your own right
It’s the potential within excelling in talent beyond the Racial Color
Like my Grandfather would often say to me, “BE A COMMODITY FOR ALL TO SEE, AND BE EVERYTHING YOU SET OUT TO BE, BUT BE CONFIDENT IN HOW YOU DO IT, THEN YOU WILL BE AUTOMATIC TO IT”.

It will be a story highlighting my memoir
There will satisfaction and struggles to talk about
Yet prosperity will ring out and will become a shout
A part will be Death that almost came near
There were times of fear
It was joy that seemed like a new toy
The thought of striding being oh boy
I grew up in a Brownstone
I lived with my Grandparents so I wasn’t alone
Travelled here and there
It was places beyond compare
I challenged the water rapids in the New York State Adirondacks
I tested the waters to see just how my life would develop
My Grandfather pushed education and I graduated from College
Yet there were times of doubt
My ongoing cries felt like a bout
The book will tell my whole life
It will have some encouragement offering advice
I am inspired to write this book
One day I hope readers will take a look
Now you know my Memoir in becoming a book.

Head West
Though it will be days through the countryside
Indians that hide
The fabric of Rawhide
The Heavens reigns we will abide
Attacking arrows shooting on target at our wagon in the air
The moment of silence having a caution of beware
Harsh terrain in all elements
Segments having no compliments
Indian tails throughout the wagon train trails
Sleepless nights and endless days
The thought of time and how it strays
Every given moment the feeling of warmth being the sun’s rays
Resting days becoming a moment stay
Uncertainty in every way
Determination being a push on
It’s a wonder how we all got along
Distance to the West ever so far
It will be the closer we get
What we left behind being no regret
Anguished and tormented
Determination still
Strength in the mind yet having a will
The West will be our everlasting Gravy Train
Our battles along the way have been insane
But through the Heaven’s Guide, the West being our sun dance
This was our only opportunity to advance
Wagon train, you did us well
We survived our ordeal and had a story to tell.

Cigarette smoke with every puff
The thought is enough, enough
Smoking became an addiction
Health surrounding being an addition
You know it’s time to quit
Health conditions shouldn’t be it
I want to be able to breathe in the fresh air
Cigarettes just don’t compare
Now that seems fair
I urge smokers to stop while they have a chance
The more you smoke there is a health decline in advance
Breathe in what you have been missing in everlasting life
Make it your business in stopping to smoke
No, this isn’t a joke
It’s encouraging words being spoke
Now you can smoke away, but that wouldn’t be ok
Quit smoking, but that takes an effort every step of the way
The less you smoke becomes improved health
You don’t need to be like everybody else
It’s clear the air
Fresh air is what I wanted to share.

My heart suddenly stopped
Yet I was still breathing
My Soul wondered am I having an out of body experience
Heaven crossed swiftly through my eyes
Somehow, I felt energized
I was flying through space
But it was at a steady pace
Just floated
It was as if I was a moving boat just cruising along
But my heart still wasn’t beating
Mystery
Through it all, I wondered what was going on and did I die?
I was numb
My eyes opened and I was in a hospital and hospital staff revived my heart and the heart monitor was beating steady responses
I lived
No one understands how my heart stopped but I was still breathing
Miraculous
I survived to tell my story
Glory

It starts when a Mother gives child birth
A Newborn of joy that has arrived on Earth
This is the time when nurturing begins
A time when a Mother will teach
The learning moment in showing the child in how to reach
Being courteous towards others from the very start
A child’s love coming from a Mother’s love
Adornment being everything to think of
A Mother teaching a child right from wrong
A Mother’s affection enforcing love where the child belongs
Discipline in helping a child to get along
A Mother’s job is never done
This is why Mothers are needed being among

A Mother who oversees when a child is sick
Yes, it’s all about love that will stick
Hugs when a child feels alone and depressed
It’s the Mother again at her job doing her daily best
Mother’s defends when child danger is near
It’s the everlasting love being preserver
Mothers are the one who really do care
That specific line above I had to share
So it’s so fitting to say Happy Mother’s Day
But it is the Love, Honor and Kisses I am sending your way.

It wasn’t at a concert
It seemed like it was a special perk
But it was at an originally park having music in harmony being serene
It was a violin in a symphony alone
Well the Violin music took place once and a while on a sidewalk street
On this particular day, the crowd simply got a treat
The Violin music was played by a Talent Male Player with Tone Strings and a Bow Stick
It was every given note
The notes were their own musical arrangements as if they actually spoke
That is no joke
Remember I said Talent of the Player
A Gifted Black Young Man
He didn’t learn to play in school, but skilled fingers with ambitions
Perhaps he will be called for a personal music recital performances in demand
Yet the crowd gave approval with loud applause
The Young Man was talent with cause
Good music throughout
I am probably sure you don’t know what I am talking about
The music could be heard as far as ten blocks
Nonstop music to carry the crowd throughout their day
Too me that’s simply ok
Music having an array
The next time any Violin plays, step towards and listen to the tone, and pass the word being your relay
It’s Music to the heart, and relaxation with feeling at ease.

I think on the strives our Black Ancestors made
It was a struggle to get done
Yet maneuvering and proving made their name among
Names that come to mind such as George Washington Carver, Medgar Wiley Evers, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jesse Owens, Joe Black, Jackie Robinson and the list goes on and on
So what makes their specific Black Achievers great?
It was their focus on achievement and continuing no matter what
It was their understanding
Their purpose being their own contribution
So have names on educational institutions for example, MEDGAR EVERS, CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
I am proud to say, I am the product of CUNY Medgar Evers College embracing in the Medgar Evers Legacy
I was honored too be taught at CUNY Medgar Evers College by Dr. Betty Shabazz, Widow of MALCOLM X
I was inspired in her teachings and values
So Black History had and continues to be an impact on me
“To be a success, you must be taught in wisdom associating from the best”
That is my honest and true confess
But these say what is really in my heart
“Struggles are only preparations being what is expected in life. It comes with understanding in what knowledge provides. It comes with true meaning in believing, but with observation in listening”.

A Homeless Man who wanted to die
It was suicide he was going to try
Immediately, he stepped over the bridge edge in attempt to jump
Suddenly, pause
Let’s retract like a rewind video tape
Why should this Homeless Man pursue suicide?
He doesn’t have to stay Homeless
He shouldn’t feel priceless
He also shouldn’t feel useless and down in pitiless
Let us pray for the Homeless Man to the Father above
A Homeless Man is in despair
But you Heavenly Father are beyond compare
Show the Homeless Man the way
This I pray
It was the start of blessings upon blessings that came
Miraculous recovery being the aim
The Homeless Man was able to clean himself up
He managed to get a job and an apartment
He always dreamed of going to College, and he got that opportunity
The thought of suicide was no more
Total intervention for sure

Main floor to attic
Chanting heard
A reason to panic
It wasn’t any blowing wind
All through the house
A family wasn’t alone, and it was more than a living mouse
A spirit returned in ghost form who lived prior in the house
Enters through hallways, doors, walls and roofs
A ghost that is foul proof
A sudden family actually saw
It was Benjamin Stein himself in the spirit
He was murdered in the house many years ago
It was a fortune that Mr. Stein had
He didn’t will it to his Wife, and he was killed just like that
The mystery to it, no one suspected his wife and she roams free
Mr. Stein holding so much hate and wants to haunt
So much unrest with no confess
Unforgiven
Ghostly ways
Eerie voice
Shaking of heavy chains
Cracks upon cracks throughout the house structure
Tormenting
From Eternity
Determined chant
“Get Out”
Frightful
Wonder far yonder
Family asked Mr. Stein, why have you returned?
Haunt anyone who chooses to live in this house
Suddenly an ***** played with a ring of a bell
It was midnight precise
Mr. Stein gave this only advice, “Move Out”
This could be your end
The ghostly Stein then laughs and disappears
Thriller in fears
You have been warned

Happy Cleaners having a quality name
They get dirt out that doesn’t remain
It’s simply Clean, Clean, Clean
Satisfaction of Ken n, Keen, Keen
Happy Cleaners being every sense of the word
But just in case you haven’t heard
Happy Cleaners in snappy
The customer is never ******
Your clothes won’t be given back the way it was given
Just simple and precise
The charge is the right price
I don’t need to give advice
Try Happy Cleaners and you will never have to think twice
So bring your clothes in as they are
They are located in the heart of midtown, so they are not far
Yet don’t be surprised as your clean clothes compliment your car
Value you will certainly cherish
Be prepared to look distinguished
So stop hoping your clothes get clean being a wish
Let Happy Cleaners turn dirt into swish.

A cardboard box can be used to store
Pack
Ship
But also creative
It keeps the mind active
I have two toy scale buses that made from cardboard
I know it sounds strange, but is the accord
They were designed and outlined into a moving scale bus
Talent, Skill and Craftsmanship being the plus
Visualize in your mind a cardboard bus
You are probably thinking why all the fuss?
It is only a bus
The idea of a cardboard bus to me is unique
A craft that is mystique
The cardboard bus is sturdy and firm
I give credit to the creator with methods truly his own
But I will not make this full blown
I just wanted to make this known

A past in time
Keep that in mine
Imagine literally being ****** into a book and becoming part of the pages
It all happens into one book
All one has to do open the book and take a look
It was a Detective story
It was intriguing in fun with all its glory
Yet pages upon pages a story for all ages
It was the likes of **** Tracy and all kinds of gangsters you would name that you probably read in comic books
But instead of reading about it, the reader is confronted within the pages of dialog in reality
Guns are being fired
**** Tracy is called on the scene
You are up close and personal with **** Tracy investigating
The idea is too show justice in making these Gangsters come clean
The reader is all part of the action
You see clues that are little or an inch of faction
It’s like a movie scene inside the Detective book
The thought of guns and bullets would make anyone feel shook
Again, it is all happening inside the book
The Reader finds themselves surrounded in the 1850’s in how fighting crime or being part of a crime was a way of survival in live or die
Minutes having no estimate
**** Tracy’s mission in getting these Gangster’s to serve time won’t be easy
It certainly isn’t cheesy
But there is a break in crime
Don’t give me any nickel nor dime
The reader’s become the witnesses
But it is best to say, ‘PRIME TARGETS’
**** Tracy and the Gangster’s all have guns
The reader has no weapons and is lucky to still be alive among
But **** Tracy has everything under control
These Gangsters are acting on bold
So what you have read before about Gangster’s has given you up close and personal truth in allowances
It was hard to believe in your youth
But that is the truth
All it took was being ****** into a Detective book
Being selective and reflective being all it took
You are **** Tracy’s wonder
Your journey was far into yonder
You are now out of the book
You now think and feel shook
Don’t open another book

Struggles upon struggles
Fight, Fight, Fight
Protest into true confess
Civil Rights strong with a meaning
This is what Dr. Martin Luther King was demonstrating
Justice with Equality for all and continues to be an absolute must
It’s not about one Race but all being us
The mission was to bring all Races together on one accord
Of course this was going to happen under the watching eyes of our Heavenly Lord
It wasn’t just a dream but it was a vision to move forward, and step back
Civil Rights was the floor plan for the world to take their rightful place
But Dr. King wasn’t going to stop until Justice was in the right face
Avion in beauty
Multitudes being unity
Today 2019, the battle still continues
But 2019 seems to be stuck in repeat from the 1960’s
Dr. Martin Luther King has passed on
But we as the people need to get along and show the powers that be that we belong
Change takes a time, but time has a victory
Victory is its own story
Civil rights seems to be pushed back
But what would Dr. Martin Luther King think of that?
Dr. King is probably turning over in his grave
Now injustice has gone rapid and doesn’t know how to behave
Dr. Martin Luther King was a true leader and devoted in what he felt should be right
Now we shouldn’t take his efforts being light
Voices with power still have might
Dr. King’s dream did come to life
No need to cultivate with sugar and spice
Yet, Civil Rights still has continued work to be done
Let us all come together being among
It doesn’t matter from sun up to sun down
Civil Rights should on our lips being found.

Through the years
Motion preserver
Knowledge mount
Education reign
On point
Any struggle
The overcome
Wisdom
The Experience
The advice
Through experience
The watch
Just observe
Strength
Outer endurance
Expectancy
Great Things
Faith
The Hope
End result
Blessing

I can contest
Put me to the test
My heart in confess
Greyhound bus in my soul
I am a walking behold
My younger years my start
The Greyhound dog stretched always seen on all sides of the bus always caught my attention
The highway representation
I am a walking Greyhound bus presentation
The Greyhound bus wear
Proud and honored with care
Of course, I always get a stare
That is no more than fair
The Go is within me
The Greyhound bus I want people to see
No secret no regret
Thinking of the hound, I cherish the engine sound
Accelerate as I appreciate
The Greyhound bus in me today, I will continue all the way.

We got a week to prepare
But let’s be fair
There will be a lot of stretching
Limber up
The music being just right
The stage and you in the spotlight
There can’t be any mistakes nor miss steps
We must rehearse and capture the music with every dramatic
Movement
Finesse
Every twist and turn feeling like a test
You alone will be the outcome of confess
Dance dramatics to the audience
Dance and feel the music
Let your feet and arms be your compass
Think of the orchestra as your Music Director
The rising curtain your chance to fame
It will be your name
Dance like the sun being bright
Let your movement radiate warmth
Show your love for entertainment and the audience
The raw of applause in what you have established and accomplished
Grace and creativity with every step
You are the effect
It’s showtime
Take your places
Spotlight on
Music
Production
Finale
Audience applause
Bow
Curtain down
That’s entertainment