"bedazzle" poems
White folks: pack your bags and go.
Our nut-brown world is quite offended.
Make your shame-faced exit NOW,
And leave your mansions unattended.
Wait—before you pass the doors,
It's time to settle ethnic scores.
No more ragtime Minstrel Show.
Our Moorish Science took it down.
Black lives matter. White, less so—
Now move your pale face out of town . . .
But first, shell out for racial shame
Caucasian losers of the game.
Cultural pride is ours alone:
Kings and Egyptian queens we were.
The glories of our race, well-known
Bedazzle in a darkened blur
(Clear to Africa's descendants—
Puzzling to you white dependents).
Blackness lent your world its light,
Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers.
Scandinavia grew bright
Under our beneficent powers.
Negroes gave your blondes their beauty;
Helped those Norsemen shake their *****
The Seven Wonders of the world:
We built them all. No vain conjecture
Dims our banner, black, unfurled,
Above eternal architecture.
Arts and knowledge gained from us
Are what we threaten to discuss.
We invented math and science
Which you robbed from Timbuktu.
Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance
Caused Old Europe to renew.
All our treasure that you plundered
Testifies: your days are numbered.
Classics of our Greeks you stole:
Philosophy was never yours.
Shame upon your racist soul;
For Bach and Mozart both were Moors.
Misappropriated treasures
call for ruthless hard-line measures.
Latino fate falls next—but, where ?
Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ?
Orientals everywhere:
Choose your side and join the fight.
Blackness rising! Late the hour;
Heed your call to fight the power.
Crackers need to check your race—
Stop rooting for that ****** clown.
Rednecks all up in our face;
Racist throwbacks got us down.
But as your statues bite the dust
Your light goes dark (you know it must).
So move on out, oppressor, thief.
Long have you held our nation back.
In some white galaxy seek relief—
But here the light itself is black.
Stars are racist. So is the sun.
Now let God's great black will be done.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
out of a shallow dip
catch-water field
of landscape polished rock
a shock of pregnant junipers
olive-green fires arise
and my eyes bedazzle
gossamer
floating specks
of bees
new hatched
butterflies
golden jump
and spiral
as if tethered
to child's witching wand
random ride
the windless air
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
One day I’ll let free
The me
That only my family knows
One day I’ll allow myself to babble
Without feeling
Self conscious or insecure
One day I’ll allow myself to run
As hard
And fast as I can
Without worrying about looking like a fool
One day I’ll sing
(More like scream)
At the the top of my lungs
Chasing birds off of rooftops
One day I’ll twirl
Round and round and round
Till I drop
One Day,
I’ll meet someone
Who can handle
My bedazzle
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Deep down
Down the steps
Step into the underground club
Club of jazz greats
Great Gatsby happens nightly
Nightly partake in raucous debauchery
Debaucheries of heathen heat
Heat exuding from the beat
Beat of drum and bass of hearts
Hearts of lovers in the dark
Dark corners hidden
Hidden from all eyes
Eyes who spy their kiss
Kiss of true love's wish
Wish made on fallen stars
Stars that bedazzle and awe
Awe and wonder romancing the night
Night that finds two in love
Love in / is / a speakeasy
Speak easy with love....
*(Deep down
Where great Gatsby happens)*
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
pull them weeds from yonder brick, be quick... bedazzle me with corduroy and ambergris
be thick as thieves; be all things faithful to the shadow, and in your passing scrye
the odd ghost. decry your abominations as the fodder of false hope clothed in the style of the regent
of Amiss. on the Isle of a Man.
clip the nettle from my tongue where i'm most stung by misdeeds. amplify my misery with a joyful
peroxide, the living thing in your chest of winters. your remarkable damnation in full blossom.
more awesome than fog diamonds in wet eyes grazing on refractions of something unknown
and that's how you see it.
a gargantuan
sliver
of
now
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 3:50 PM UTC
when it's a pin *****
on my soft skin a zit pops
i play my mind trick
and i stop
to think of the pain i choose
how i want to bruise
and bedazzle my back
in thumbtacks
running razor blades
making crimson masks
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
How long has it been since you've last gone outside?
Routines are the sedatives of all souls
The wild ones whose dreams bedazzle beyond a pillow
But all infallible ones turn the lights down low,
Lean against the window and count the blows.
The world appears to be wide awake -
It's deathly void of color
The lights from the stereo beacon for party goers in the making;
There's something to be said about life from the second floor.
I can't put my finger on it
'Cause you and your vision never make it to the other side of the window
But I don't want to keep stride through clouds of smoke.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
Here I am, I stand
for one thing
I stand tall and proud
and shrink -
It's like a magnifying class
being pulled away from an ant
as it grasps for its life
Here I am, falling
A simple hole in the ground
where I stomped angrily
the world spins with me,
the colors bedazzle and amaze
everything seems slow,
why is the clock broke?
Here I am, on the ground
now grasping for my life
here I am, an ant under a magnifying class
gasping for air
begging for life
the world spun with me
like a top that wont stop
and now it's fallen, and I am lifeless
Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 8:08 AM UTC
Tiny legs
And tiny hands,
And the thick crop of black hair on your head
Small little nose
And cute red lips
You were born with loaded sweetness...
Twinkling eyes
And twitching ears..
You were born with loaded passion and possession..
The day I saw you ..
I got entangled..
In your beauty and shine...
With day one of your birth
***My sweet doll,
You have assassinated the whole me....!!!***
Again came the day one,
When you went to nursery..
Cute little legs walking on its own
Smile turned in crying
Twinkling eyes briming with tears
The first good bye I can't forget..
The first good bye you never did...
The Splendid Care School where you and me
Together we learnt our phonics & abc's..
With your journey of nursery,
I repeated my basics too
With the first year of nursery
***My dear,
You have overpowered the whole me..!!***
Today again is the day one ..
When you start your primary school...
Bright white shirt, green checked skirt...
And shining in a deep green Blazer...
You set the whole school ablaze...
You dazzle with your charm
You smile and run along...
Happy yet again with
Twinkle in your eyes..
You turned around to be so mesmerizing charm...
Spreading laughter and warmth .....
I will wait to write yet another ' day one' when you enter secondary School ...
Till then my dear one you bedazzle me with your magic...
With your first day in primary
***My enchantress,
You have entrapped the whole me..!!!
***
Sparkle In Wisdom
Sep 2018.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
This, my darling, is what you call divine -
my good for nothing, wondrous soul. Take but a step inside - let the beauty bedazzle you. Find yourself in outer space and let the shooting stars of my heartstrings guide you home.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
Meet the ‘rents (A bee movie)
As Humble left the honeycomb, now a bee,
He was accompanied by a guard with a kind heart.
The guards name was Bee-Real, a real gentleman, you’ll see
And he said “Follow me. I’ll take you to where your new parents are.”
There was a little room and as Humble went inside,
There were a pair of bees waiting for Humbles arrival…
We have been waiting for you, the lady bee said with a smile.
How do you do? Said the male.
Humble was left confused and in a state of bedazzle.
It’s a pleasure to meet you Humble…
This is your new mother ‘Bakes-a-good-crumble’;
And I am your father ‘Dude’.
We’ve have been waiting to meet you.
We are your new relative bees.
Welcome to the Bumble family.
We are going to look after you, is there anything you want to know?
Who are you?
We are the people who will raise you as our own.
We will welcome you, with loving arms, into our home.
The Queen Bee cannot look after,
The 2000 bees she has created today.
So we are your adoptive parents. Is that ok?
I’m one of two thousand offspring?
Yes Humble, one of two thousand bees born today,
But one in a million to us Humble…come give us a hug…we don’t sting.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
where the void has
it's puppets...
the cartilage
of dead suns,
and the rumor of you
advances.
all the peculiar Rhombi
bedazzle the Waste
as long shadows
fold into crashing
waves of
noise... and split seams
mend your reflection
as you gather to yourself
the whole of Creation
to microscope the dot
above your
i.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
Hello shiny loop of post-shower Rainbow,
you of mosaic-powered striated halo,
and so sages tell, a sign of faith.
You chaste secreter of much potted gold,
crescented magic of arc-perfection
your brilliant mixtures of shaded hues
break raindrops into states
of optic illusion which act as temptation.
Oh consummate sweep of bow-creation,
who can know when and what
day you appear, colourfully naked.
Favour no seekers, oh Rainbow whom
by digging for myth will
selfishly follow roads right to your end.
Make therefore no friends
of illicit searchers for treasure, those
who see you as meant lure
for retrousséd wealth-embellishment.
Rainbow you cover your real blessings
in pseudo-gilt with which
ingratiates have become obsessed.
Sedate then all lucre-lust with a curved
root at each end of your
rain-augmented foot to waylay theft.
Divert and deflect looters with luminous
know-how and curl into
spacial deception before desecration.
Bedazzle all lechers by preventing entry
to any pretentious view
of your sensitive and tremulous end.
You as writhe of kaleidoscope can keep
away crooked schemers
by retaining your varisome irridescence.
Alive with mysterious rays
behave like a ghost loathing the sun, be
as invisible, turn pale, fade,
and disappear to invalidate trespass.
Rainbow hide what is always your own
from blind passers by with
greedy spade-eyes, stay unmolested.
Stretch out your tracery uncontrolled,
a beauteous vision who keeps
her vaulted prism a glorious whole.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
O' body, O' dear body...
It's the mackerel you gobbled up yesterday.
Why else does this cat circle you
The third time again.
Silence! O' gut.
Keep thy waves down for a while
At least until the
Cat's wide gaze passes by.
O' body, O' dear body...
Be careful at the beach.
You are in their home land;
What if all those fish inside you
Rush up to the sea.
What if their friends try
Knocking at the doors of
Each of your cells.
O' body, O' dear corpse...
What if you finally come back
To the shore with a thousand fish-kiss.
O' body, O' dear body...
What if
Everything you savoured,
Everything you devoured,
Came to life before you, in a flash.
O' body, O' dear body...
What if you let
Your thirty-year-old breast milk
At the first sight of baby.
Or may be, the bread
And the roast meat
Came up in search of those tiny lips.
O' body, O' dear body...
What if those tender *******
Show up to bedazzle
A sunny noon at the dearest city
And what if the dank aroma
Makes you 'spill' all over again.
O' body, O' dear body...
What if the cattle inside
Come out to graze
At the sight of the meadow
What if that cockerel
Jumps out into the courtyard
At the sight of his hen
And the frogs inside
Start croaking at every downpour.
And the birds that settled in you
Yearn for the skies
O' body, O' dear body,
All those fish, birds and beasts,
Leaping out of thee.
O' body, O' thy soul… -
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Dust is that from which stars are made.
A paradigm of childbirth. Blood
Swirling in a hot centrifuge
Like a vortex of fabric, played
Delicately atop the palm of a
Darling wife, motherly creature,
Denied her union. Bled of that hot
Milk, strained like a force, though never
Pulled beyond, she sits atop her
Stool, draped in the clothier's mantle,
With the hands of a craftswoman. Her eyes
Bedazzle us, distant and purposeful.
Woven from dust, these gentle threads
Are tangled and wrapped unto themselves, formed
Into the fabric of a memory
And bled out in a lattice of starlight.
Dust is that from which stars are made.
The dust of a memory, ground
Under the craftswoman's pestle. Our lights
Are distinct, cut like a crystal
And hewn into the sterling weave
Of jewels, held out like a shroud
And left to dry, as that faint light
Dreams of swirling dust.
Ever-sung stories. Melodies, music
Becomes a lattice on which our
Light is recalled. A whispered melody
Turned lyric. Into the stars our
Memories echo, ringing through
Fields of starlight. Our resonance,
Committed to its odyssey, is sent off
With a kiss on its forehead.
Wisps adrift in the void count off,
One-by-one, and softly surrender.
The message of our memory,
Held upon a star, is lastly forgot
As the shroud dissipates and forms
A veil, adored and tragic and torn out
Across the sky. Gently woven anew,
Our memories refreshed like a drop of water.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
Rabbits and demons
Lurk in that cap
Stars from the sky
Bedazzle that cap
In a locked chest
Resides that cap
It clashes
With this season's attire.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
When you left me over a phone call that lasted a minute and a half
I should've known our fate then
when you said you wanted a second third fourth fifth chance
I should've said no
When you texted me tonight asking me to see your make-up
I should've said no
because all I can think of
apart from your gorgeous eyes
and your pink cheeks
and your chapped lips
is that
he will see you today
and he will remember
that you did it for him
that maybe you chose his favorite colour
or you put on his favorite perfume
he will remember that scent on you
from that one friday
the one day which was the best of his life
maybe he waits every friday to see you
you say you did it for you
but you did it for him way before you did it for you
you gave a part of you to him
a part that you'd only given to me
and it took you a day to bedazzle yourself for him
and you didn't even know him
he met you on a friday
or so I think
but he sees you every now and often
and he will forever remember
that you did this for him
what today you say
you're doing for yourself
but he won't know that
to him
its still like that past friday
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Flattery will not be tolerated,
I use what I have for what I need,
I do not care for the publishing ideas,
Shame on you for invading my world,
My freedom to write carelessly,
I cry at the effort to reread my works,
Unable to deter the image of pain that stains each of my poems,
So prospect me these ideas,
And I will crawl into a tiny hole in the world and never come back,
Bedazzle me with compliments,
Shower me with offers,
Pour out the praise,
Show me the door.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Wind through my hair
Cotton patches paint the sky
Dancing little lights
A view so common
Yet has its own charms
Mesmerise and bedazzle
A night like this
Though simple
Precious and remembered
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
.
*Heavens celebrate
With
Silver gates,
Silver flowers,
Silver crowns,
Silver tiaras,
everywhere.
Silver curtains,
Silver gowns,
Silver capes,
Silver drapes,
everywhere.
Shining blossoms,
Fragrance filled,
Echoing smiles,
Pearly clouds,
everywhere.
Angels clad in
brightest silver,
Fairies dancing around,
Harp with it's
silver strands,
Playing it's tune and sound.
Flute echoing from
far behind,
The ambience full
of cheer.
Stars assembled to bedazzle each and
every turn,
Moon brightens the nook and corner of the big heaven,
You are running around in the pristine silver attire.
Today's your 16th birthday,
And
Celebrations are planned in heaven, my dear!
All the Gods and Goddesses are invited,
Cakes are bigger than the tallest tree,
Trees are laden with chocolates and truffles,
Eateries bright and silvery too.
Making the atmosphere prestine and pure.
It's your birthday
dear son,
And
Celebrations are planned in Heavens!
Mom & Dad sends you love, hugs and kisses,
They wish you the
best of today
And
Lots of love travels your way down here from,
The Earth.
As,
Celebrations are planned for your birthday in Heavens.
*
Sparkle In Wisdom
19/11/2020
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 3:14 AM UTC
In the vastness and void
I am just a grain
A particle
The grand opera plays
Through comedy and tragedy
The world applauds
While the speck observes
While the sands of time wash over me
Ignoring me
For I am minute
Solitary
Brief
All my endevours
All my labours
Are fleeting and insignificant
While time resumes
And power waxes and wanes
The glorious bedazzle the stones
The audacious stand, for a short while
Then fade
Just like me
Yet
In my moment
I know
I feel
I love
No grain could have such passion as I
Could ask the questions I dare to ask
Could seek beyond the familiar
To embrace the unthinkable
And taste the unknown
This grain lays upon a hazardous shore
Where tides and fauna hold sway
And the grain does not deride or decide
But acquiesces
With quiet assuredness
This grain does not struggle to be known
Does not beseech the approval of the universe
For in me are all the majesties and mysteries of life
And for me
This tapestry dances
And I rejoice
And I sing
For one brief second
A song
A melody of life
Such as can never be heard from the rock mass
Upon the waves of oblivion, of uncertainty
I flounder
One grain
On the vast shore of existence
Awaiting the builder's loving craft
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
I like shiny things
If I could
I would bedazzle myself
With rubies and emeralds
Diamonds and sapphires
All real of course
If only I could
I would look so cool
At least In my opinion
But alas I haven't the funds
Or if I'm being honest
The courage
A suit of precious gems
Would receive so much
Undeserved mockery
I fear I couldn't stand it
How sad.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
enigmas bedazzle me
colourful lights intertwine us
impossible romance novels
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC