When a poem speak in confidence
That is how I am as I walk the street of Brooklyn
me, a poem of mystery, a bite senility though
in my sensate world:
I know ones pride, can over shadow them
Never ride ones pride. Especially when the
price of victory is high but so are the rewards.
Did our former leader congratulate the new President?
Maybe I missed his speech,
pride is born in the heart
Ego is born in the mind
today is November 10th 2020:
My job can be so frustrating at times,
during these times of uncertainty
I have to push on daily,
to have a joyful moment,
at the work place
Give thank in all circumstances,
but I will never uttered those words
That is was God work:
it was because of my inner fears.
That led me to stay as long
as I did at the seafront:
The world feels lighter these days,
Satan power is lessening,
Death has lost its sting ( 1 Corinthians 15:55
For the first time in this country
A black female is the vice president of America
And what bring a smile on my face,
She attend the same college as my younger daughter
Howard University.. Thumps up !
When I was a teenager,
I went swimming late one night
In the cold water down the harbor Road,
A poem was created that night, little did I knew
Here I am rehashing those memories…..
A happy mood clouds our judgement
Words, words, images and the truth
Michael might not remember, but I remember,
The city lights and the whispering of the wind:
My shivering slender body was a poem inside and out:
When my poems speak in confidence, I walk, the walk
In the street of Brooklyn..
