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Mio Seanachaidh Feb 2017
A girl was born in Bed–Stuy, Brooklyn on the 30th of June to a family of influence and wealth descending from the very man John C. Calhoun, himself

Lena Horne was a beautiful woman and soul; diversity radiated from her very essence from her spirit itself

Her racial heritage was a mix of African American, Native American, and European descent - family pride and honor came with her family name as the Horne was one of the First Families of Brooklyn

As raised and nurtured in a cosmopolitan sense, she was more than a pretty face and lovely name

The chanteuress was also a civil rights activist who fought for the rights of others, she denounced racism and fought injustice which unfortunately still exists

An epitome of style, elegance, and grace whose charms, bravery, and charisma will never be forgotten; she left an indelible mark in history

Known for her commanding presence, subtle dignity, and strength - she was a powerhouse in her own right

She graced this world with pride and strength; a rare soul and beautiful heart

May her legacy forever shine, cherish, and protect the future generations to follow

She will never be forgotten and always a light for coming tomorrows

Rest in Peace
First Family of Brooklyn - A term for wealthy upper class families in Brooklyn, New York who contribute greatly in society and are famous socialites in the community (especially the Horne family)

John C. Calhoun - An American statesman and political theorist from South Carolina, and the seventh Vice President of the United States. He is best remembered for pro - slavery yet advocating advance in concept of minority rights in politics, which he did in the context of defending Southern values from perceived Northern threats. His reputation legacy is extremely controversial.

Bronze Venus - A nickname for Lena Horne given to her because of her beauty

French - Chanteuress translates to English as female singer
in a tea house
a jasmine girl
plays a piano
shimmering a
song of soft keys
to a lotus blush
of fine infusing leaves.

morning, the jewels
of dawn’s filigree nets
a summer storm
in a wintry sky
coaxed out of
a melody of
incense, trembling
to the infinite
blossom of
tranquil, arching

your poetry, the
cadences of the sun
the light of the
beautiful moons
that weep for
life’s joys,
wild summer
in our hearts.
this poem is inspired by the beautiful poetry of lena s and in particular a series of 'tea house' poems she wrote a while ago that i particularly loved. if you've not read her poetry do check it out i'm sure you will find it as inspirational as i do :) this poem is a response to a dedication poem that lena wrote for me very recently called blossom divine which you can find on my pages.
Lena Waters Jul 2016
One day I was walking across the sea,
And a broken man came up to me.

One day I jumped over the world's highest mountain,
And met a healing man by the crystal fountain.

One day I walked through all the stars in the sky,
And the man I'd fixed did not pass by.

One day I struggled over soft, yielding sand,
And the world's strongest man came to give me a hand.

One day we both strode into the setting sun,
For we had fixed others, and our work was done.
A thought. Karma, perhaps?
Lena Waters Jul 2016
They say many things.
They say,
Don't judge a book by its cover,
Yet they always choose the same.
They say,
Do as you would be done by,
Yet ignore the poor the same.
They say,
Money is the root of all evil,
Yet it kills them all the same.
They say,
More sinned against than sinning,
Yet crime lives all the same.

They say many things,
The whispering snakes,
That live inside our heads,
That make everything perfectly rational;
*Just do the right thing instead.
A poem on kindness and the monsters in our own heads which excuse the lack of it.
Lena Waters Feb 2016
I take the gift,
I hold it tight.
I'll never have to see the night.

I start to doubt,
My friends start to age.
Forming new bars on the oldest cage.

I dread the day,
My memory's full,
So I write out my life and my feelings are null.

At first it's a blessing,
For what I don't want,
I rip out the pages and smudge up the font.

But now I feel lonely,
My library filled,
Now I long for the certainty of death - being killed.

If you get a wish,
Then just five words from me;
Don't waste away in immortality.
A thought I had. \_{°)_/
Lena Waters Feb 2016
I'm sitting,
In the cold.

I wish I,
Been so bold.

I didn't,
Fit in,
To your mould.

And now I,
Must sit,
In your cold.
I'm back!  :D  Another little pinch of morbid stuff.
Lena Waters Jan 2016
I am tired
All you get's
Three little

And I'll tell
Tell you now
That they aren't
"I love you. "
Lena Waters Jan 2016
If home is where the heart is,
Who did you sell mine to?
For I must traipse without delay,
To follow this lead through.

If home is where the heart is,
Why not me tell me that it's gone?
For I must now search day and night,
To hope you haven't won.

If home is where the heart is,
When did you sell on mine?
For I must go and beg not,
To find it on the line.

If home is where the heart is,
What possessed you so?
For I must scream and sob and cry,
To find out where to go.

If home is where the heart is,
Where are my stolen goods?
For I must cross this empty Earth,
To not drown in its floods.

*If home is where the heart is,
Why did you raze my own?
For I must leave you all behind,
To find my heart's new home.
Inspiration struck, and this journey of the 5 Ws and love began.
Lena Waters Jan 2016

It was.
Lena Waters Jan 2016
Is it not ironic
   that to be grateful
        for what we have

*we must first lose it all?
It's about time I restarted my Poems for People and Life Reflection Poems collections back up.
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