Chatterchick is scattering cackles
because my husband follows
a truth of his own again and in vain
I am looking for silence

Blacky is in the dumps
sighing that she suffocates
in the darkening darkness
where it's never silent

It won't work!
Bring nuts and bars of chocolate!
Madam settles herself
to savour it in silence

I wish it were so
easy, Chatterchick cries
Bonkers, Fatty, Layabout
they taunt; Silence, Silence, I

shout, Get out! I'm going
to think of something else
or thoughtlessly
do sports, get tired

I wish it were so
easy, Chatterchick cries
and the dumps are moaning
and the sofa is snoring

BLACKY is a pretty stray cat-
WE tried to take her away from all that-
She's cute-She's smart-She tugs at your heart-
She lives outdoors all year round-
With her friends she can be found-
Winter is her only fear-
She lives outside all year-
She may have lots of friends-
But her love for us never ends-
THE END

Years and months of tidy weather.
A sunny and partly sandy time
Where did it all go? The breath?
There was no rain on my heart!
There was no greeny leaves on my garden
Like the desert with deserted heart
Then there was a rainy cyclone
It poured out with a thundering storm
The first day storm was cool and calm.
The second day was with heavy lightening
Why does it sound like thunder & blow like a lightening
There grew a little tiny seed inside the sand
The wet, rainy, eroded sand gave a little light of life.
The patchwork of the untamed desert;
The cyclone doesn't last long, knew the desert;
Could it be more alluring & enduring?
Do you say no to a thunder storm on a desert?
The desert cooled and calmed.
The rays of hopes & the pointy days with blacky clouds
Cloude move but not the rain;
Everyday it rained; somedays were sunny;
Desert knew the rain will stop one day.
But it started believing that the rain will last.
On a day when the rain went to the deepest of the sands.
How could there be water on a unwatered area?
Melted the poor sunny day light desert.
Then the subsequent day it stopped raining suddenly;
It was all sunny, dry and hot again.
But it was not like the time before the cyclone.
There was wet in the deep sand.
There was a leefy seed with blossomed flower;
All of them in despair, in confusion, terror.
It was a catastrophe for the desert's soul.
The cyclone will never know what made this catastrophe;
For it never looked back at the desert's aftermath;
The desert got the new ray of acceptance;
It actually grew and groomed, made more of itself;
Spread more cacti, cactus & wildflowers;
It was dry on daylight & cool at night;
The stars & the sun grew brighter on the desert.
The desert started making more of sandstorms & laughed;
It was what it was & what it will be with or without the rain.
The desert know that now. It's a good thought;
The desert  is overwhelmed with joy & happiness;
For it will find it's own companion one day who stays;
But the desert thought sometimes;
"one last time, will you rain again?"

Yesterdays pain is following you
sits on your shoulder 'n don't set you free.
Took the wrong footin n stepped down on those,
lookin thru eyes that di'n't want to see.

We is diff'rent in colour
but skin an' blood just the same.
I am filled up wit' anger,
you is covered in shame.

Scared to look back
at hist'ry past
unable to turn from
what you wanted to last.

Tortured and toubled,
when it came to the clinch
you bought us along
an' introduced Mistuh Lynch.

To you Mistuh Whitey
we ar' lower than low,
Mistuh Blacky does the t'ings
that you don't want to know.

I belongs to the man,
just like-the dogs.
There for pickin' the crop
an' choppin' the logs.

Yesterdays pain's not goin' nowhere
It's stickin to you all o' the way.
Fo' the evil yo' done 'tis stayin' right there.
Never t' move, never t' sway.

Yeah yest'days pain is followin you
it sits on yo' shoulder 'n it won't set you free.
Cos you took the wrong footin' an' stepped down on those,
while starin' thru blind eyes that don't want t' see.

This skin I’m in….
Has taken time to understand, appreciate and heal
From the burden of deep pigmentation
See, growing up frustration and humiliation was my constant station
Called names like “blacky,” “midnight,” and “streetblack,”
I embraced the negativity and wore pain like a sack
I bore the brunt of racism taught within my own community
And there was no immunity for me
I could not escape this dark skin

From year to year
The torture became more severe
And my self-esteem almost ceased to exist
Because I saw myself the way others saw me
I began to speak the same negative words
Spewed by others to myself
This deep pigmentation lead to alienation
I truly hated my dark skin….

In high school, I decided to work on me
And not care so much about what others thought
I told myself that I was more than a conqueror
I spoke more positive words and
I thought the darkness of my skin, didn’t win
But I still got told that “I was cute to be dark,”
Could it be that I was just cute
Not focusing on dark or light?

That is when I begin to realize, this wasn’t my fight
It’s my job to build my own self-esteem
It’s right in the definition, it’s literally what it means
Self-Esteem is how you see yourself!
It’s then that I chose to embrace this dark skin
That absorbs the sun, shines like onyx,
Purifies like charcoal and stands regal like a raven
This skin I’m in has taught me how to soar to higher heights
Loving every step my chocolate blessed feet trod…

Hey Mona, I was just thinkin' about lethal ***-puckered mixed fixes & hole-blown fixations as an encouragement to those with puckered-*** syndrome: a rare condition syndromical of something I just now dreamed up very suddenly a few months ago last year probably for sure.

Jan. 2, I feared for my life.  Jan. 3, I feared for my life. Jan. 4, It was my day off and I feared for my life a little bit. ~ The Paris Sisters (with Mike Litoris) don't say: English isn't logical, threw/through, filled/field, caught/cot or Russia begins with an R. Trump has an R in his name. What's up with that? or How to make aquifer sound *****, by Kristina Magnesium, "She touched my aquifer" or When a cop shoots a deaf man 9 times for not obeying an order, it's a mistake. When I do it, it's a crime or Whiny introspection is the cop-norm among coppers. Stop whining, or else! Come, nibble on my niblet little piglet. It's a belaying pin below a giblet ~ Don't look to me to solve your whiny mental problems. I seek no part in your suicide. Hello whitey. Hello blacky. Hello brownie. Hello girl scout. No girl guide ever blurted a degraded bio-****** confession: "My ****** expression is degraded bio-sexually. Yes by Jesus plus bejesus, I grubbly & grubbily mate with highly-strung grubs in Belize City coffee grounds." ~ Will you sit with my turds? Who do I look like? Someone from **** Sitters? My *** is like ice cream from Mexico. Build that wall!

A mahogany girl sits with herself thinking
Of the blue sky and the notion of falling
Waiting in a green circle of grass and insects contemplating
Red Riverdating
The mahogany girl sighs into existence a dream of telling
Fighting vampires like a black Van Hellsing
Purple dreams of fantasy, like cupcakes and video gaming
The blacky void of starting,
It is a prism of colors she wants to sing.
Do you know her in yellow mellowing?
The mahogany girl dances purple twirly flashes of startling
Black wonder into being
There must be an ivory smile somewhere hiding
in the souly expression of the mahogany girl’s dreaming .
Twirlywhirl a foot and clap your hands in the rhythm of the red drum playing
The mahogany girl flashes brown eyes and joins all celebrating.

I watched a lovely cloud,
drifting merrily on,
small, cotton white was he,
as though he was just born;
Then, of all the horrors,
a ******* cloud appeared,
this ugly ate my friend,
which promptly disappeared!
Poor Whitey was now gone,
Blacky finished my friend
whom I knew just did not
deserve that brutal end;
So why must beauty end?
Why cannot it endure?
Must beauty always fade,
even when it’s pure?

The White Hole thought to itself: I need another hole to fit in with. It scanned parks, meadows and forests. And stumbled into a Rabbit Hole. Hey, watcha doin', the rabbit said. I'm not trying to blow you away, rabbit. I'm just testing if I fit in with your hole. You're too glaring, the Rabbit Hole screamed. Get your laser light out of my cozy darkness. And out whooshed the White Hole.

The White Hole continued it's search for a hole to fit in with. It scanned war zones, battlefields and cyber bunkers. And nearly fell into a Man Hole. Hey, watcha doin', the man said. I'm not trying to blow you away. I'm just testing if I fit in with your hole. It's getting much too hot in here, the Hole said. Snap off that nuclear plant of yours, I wanna be cold and uncomforto. And out whooshed The White Hole.

The White Hole continued it's search for a hole to fit in with. It scanned the universe, both outside and inside. And bumped into a Black Hole. Hey Whitey, watcha doin', the Black Hole said. Sorry, Blacky, I'm not trying to blow you away. I'm just testing if I fit in with your hole. Well, Whitey, I can tell you this: you gotta wait till I'm done.
How long you think you gonna take?  Ages, you call 'em light years. You can try my *******. Blacky, any hole of yours, light seconds I’ll be there.