well my mother loved to visit miss Peggy's place
yes they talk about this and that but
still Miss Peggy had several
spaded black cats in her place and
mother would ask her three young boys
to come out and visit Miss Peggy's house
unfortunately, i was the only one
brave enough to say that i have
a deep fear inside my chest and sing out
then I said, mama i am really scare of
those ******* cats creeping around
in Miss Peggy's house
centurions guards and griffins along the
halls and stairs, with marble red eyes and
white Cheshire smiles and
i cried, when mama said boy you come right over here and
give Miss Peggy a nice big juicy kiss and a fat hug
i finally screamed out loud and said mama i am scared of
those ******* cats in Miss Peggy's house and
that Miss Peggy's has a black mustache around her mouth
i could not walk through Miss Peggy's house no more.

tears of faith
lives in
the atmosphere
upon the wings
of the
paper blue
hummingbird
sing your song
then you
fly away
still

Broken glass
Scattered pieces
From the past
but
We are
Part of
The whole
This strange
Island of
Broken souls

while shadow boxing
sometimes
i kept on
moving dancing and
a prancing
just bouncing
off the ropes
in my imagination and
suddenly i caught
my opponent shadow off guard
standing flat footed
so i use
the sweet science of boxing
with some
stiff jabs plus
some body shots
back up to the head
then the overhand right
that knocked
my shadow out cold
yeah ten feet off the ground
through outer space
well
i just kept on dancing
sticking and moving
popping the jabs with my gloves
weaving in and out
quick-lightning hand speed
toe-to-toe
man-to-man
the sweet science
inside of the boxing ring

sunburnt
red crest of
the
origami bird
rest    
upon a
white church steeple

my hands
against
your flesh
your eyes
as blue
as robin eggs
that
our love
shall build
a nest

the little boy
inside
has ferris wheel eyes
but
wanted to sail
his red kite
through
another starry night

that flock of startlings
leave their fingerprints
upon wild sweet sky
then polish their wings
shall make a covenant
as we watch them fly
that flock of startlings
from sacred blue sky

The stained glass windows of
The Old Southern Baptist Church
Blinked both eyes at,
The black robed pastor
Today we need a testimony
Glorifying these wings of glory
Hallelujah sweet Jesus
Everlasting grace, amen

oh
lord
give
thy
soul
these
golden wings
to
leap
through
these
clouds of glory
again

each moment
a cloudburst of
sweet rain blue rain
from the
mirrored
blue sky

ladybug
ladybug
wearing
her
fabulous
red
polka dot dress
and
holding
a lovely
pink cotton candy handbag
with
her
beauty cosmetics
included
while
humming
a
delightful tune
theme song
from
the
Andy Griffin Show
strolling
along
towards
the
county fair
real soon

Oh sweet
mountains
reigning high
in God's domain
there like judges
sitting in
the highest court of
royal blue sky
wearing your
thunderous black
robe and wearing
the aristocratic
white wig of
the elites
above your head
is this crown
of snowy
white clouds
there standing
so proud
this time
i say loud
give me
another sweet
mountain

the flight of
the soul
thus swims
through a
brook  and
through a meadow
then upstream
through a
bubbling universe
weaving through
other worlds
let heaven rest
her hands
upon the soul

the pumpkin orange eyes
of the gray wolf moon
that howls through the
green fog of night
still
uplifted by the light

some people
are truly
saints in the flesh
not dead statues
with gospel eyes but
saints are real people
that are so full of life
imagination zeal and enthusiasm
through their
kind words joy and sweet laughter
through their good deeds and
through their good works
through their compassion
their endless humanity and
their trust and faith
in God almighty
saints are more than that
saints are
willing to bear and
carry the cross
upon their shoulders
for mankind
to be
spiritually free
is to be a saint

before
all
the pieces
are
broken apart
then
we
shall make
a map of the heart

black beetle bug
caught in
a soap bubble
why drain
the bathtub

Drench in the pouring rain
Young Cambodian girl
Still crying in pain
Wiping her drenched
Yellow face
Holding her rice bowl
Up towards the kind stars
Wondering which way
The wind shall turn
Dreaming inside her mind
The forbidden rice field
are truly unkind

Listen to me darkness
we climb through
this storm
we stumbles but
we do not fall
upon this
hallow
ground

on
the
Serengeti Plains
gazelles
snap and kick
their heels
because
we
wanted to jump
over
the moon

if we do not
get our
act together
on the
planet earth
we shall
encounter
a deadly
andromeda strain
and
come in contact
with a mutated
form of ebola
without any cure
thus
causing the
extinction of
mankind
death crosses
all racial lines
remember the
waring signs
of mother africa
the origins of mankind
we have
very little time
the canary in the mine

felicity wind
red tail hawk
suspended mid-air
her
kite shadowed wings
reflected
across
the
mirrored lake of
Northwest Territories

hey
miss
ruby
Tuesday
why
are you
wearing
that
same
red
polka-dot
dress
red
lipstick
red
shoes
­fake
ear rings
plus
fake
Gucci bag
don't
you
hear
all
them
horns
honking
at you
up and down
the
streets
for
some
kissing
hugging
and
some
good kinda luvin'
make
a man's mouth watery

while shadow boxing
sometimes
i kept on
moving dancing and
a prancing
just bouncing
off the ropes
in my imagination and
suddenly i caught
my opponent shadow off guard
standing flat footed
so i use
the sweet science of boxing
with some
stiff jabs plus
some body shots
back up to the head
then the overhand right
that knocked
my shadow out cold
yesh ten feet off the ground
towards outter space
well
i just kept on dancing
sticking and moving
popping the jabs with my gloves
weaving in and out
quick-lightning hand speed
toe-to-toe
man-to-man
the sweet science
inside the boxing ring

war is
the rotten
smell of meat
the maggots
underneath your feet
eat your tender soul but
replace war with peace
the smell of
pink carnations and
sweet bouquets
the sea of gold
we shall greet

the work of God
a cast iron bell
lives between
heaven and hell
that rings
several times
in the back of
your mind
a thousand times
a servant of God
well done
yet
well done
a thousand times

lightning
carved
the
white clouds
into
mighty thor
with
hammer
for war

our souls
are
tethered
to
the stars
while
the
ancient eyes of the sun
guard
the
tomb of the pharaohs
shall
always
remember
who we are

what
is jazz
the
expression of
improvisation
experimentation
and
spiritual harmony
thinking outside of the box
the heart and soul of
The Black Man
as free
as the
Southern Wind
jazz is
to know
that
i can
Black Man

the sting of winter
doesn't hurt
the pines
anymore
when the
snowflakes
touch the
forest floor
the strenght
of the pines
hold on
to their
cones
once more

One day a poem stood at my doorstep
and I let it come in to get warm and dry
we sat by the fireplace and had a chat

We laughed and shared stories between us,  
about yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and  
yes, it was delightful to get a chuckle or two.  
  
I picked up my old guitar,  
the poem dusted off the ancient fiddle,  
and we played sonatas and variations of Bach    
  
Then, we sat down at the kitchen table,  
nibbling on sweet delicious corncobs and  
sinking our teeth into succulent roast pheasant.  
  
At last, we filled our wine goblets to the brim  
with vintage brandy, and we drank to our hearts content.  
  
A poem does not want to be left alone,  
so the next time you see a poem outside your door,  
please do me a favor, and let it in.

if you can only imagine
a white snowy owl
as big as whales
as big as a house
then
you look like
a tiny gray mouse
always
standing by your side
pretending to be
your
guardian angel
to never let
anyone harm you
sweet darling
so
you can go to sleep
and
please don't
ever be afraid again
dear Shelly McBride

well
back in the day
when
we
were young
i
lived in the neighbor
and
i
had friends
with
names like
pooky
nay-nay
tooky
junebug
big-baby
stinky
and
jeffery
man
­those were
the
good old days

a chandelier
that
hangs
so
gently
through
the
night
over
the
peaceful
Serengeti planes
while
birds in flight
when
we
gaze
at
the
gibbous moonlight

it started
with
a flame
when
we
burn down love
it
ignited
with you
but
no one to blame
on
the
otherside of the flame

sing out loud
Poseidon
hold up your trident
juggernauts request to sail
through
your
white cliffs
but
jagged waters
where
we
entered
Poseidon's Gateway

our
love
now
from
the ground
one hundred miles
up
up
through
the
blue kangaroo clouds
from
the ground

a place to dream
a place to fly
are
the
only
silent
spaces
in
the sky

the Rock of Gibraltar
cast her shadow of the
blue gray baboon
who guard
the Gate of Africa

Lord
i have
faith
in thee
when ships
we sail
through warm
bright sea
to fill
thy soul
shall
comfort me
a lady be
still
i am sure

love
i
plant the seed
while
love
its
what
we need
yes
love plows
through
every storm
and
together
we
climb
the
mountain of love
in
our
warm embrace
and
only
love
begins with a seed

lord you stitched
the quilt sky
to bless thy wings
that i shall fly
over the hills and
the valleys below

i
always
wondered
why
the
wind drift
wallowed waled and howled
at
the
bloodshot
whiskey-eyed
wolf moon

let your heart
be
tethered
to
the moon
while
the
nightbird
shall
be here soon

death
flees
from
the spirit
when
faith
be welded
to the soul

oh
what is faith
for
the journey
we
walk not by sight
but
where
we
shine
the
sweet beacon of
trustworthy light

God
shall
season their hearts
with belief
until
a breakthrough