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Ronald Jones Feb 2015
Despite your sorrow, your grief,
your smile stayed sweet
giving warmth as you
maneuvered through the world,
a solitary, inner orphan
since that awful time a few years ago

The heavy pain you carried
that wouldn't let you be

The unanswered conundrums that
resisted parsing for one so young

Yet all along, there was the inherited voice
lying quietly within you

like a sleeping bird's
awaiting the dawn

desiring to sing again
in splendorous tones

a new day's joyful awakening

February 3, 2015
Ayeshah Mar 2010
Music is my Muse
From the funky jazz tempo
To the sounds of salsa
From the classical rock
To the alternative basses
From the Opera Lady's bellow
To the Tenors solo
From the 80's slow jamz
To them 50's swinging bands,
To them country folk songs
To those old folks blues
Music is my Muse,
My inspiration,
Being Black&Puerto; Rican
I- A NuYorican,
I've heard the best tunes,
Bahchata's & Merengue,
Bailes La Cumbias,
Like Macr Anthony &
oh how he sang to me,

My wanting
to rock with you like
Micheal Jackson-
To Vanilla's
Ice Ice Baby,
It's yo thang do what you wanna do,
Candy coated Rain drops
By Soul For Real,
& When will I see you Again-
Babyface
Until I muse
in my amusement
When Tim McGraw  
Sanged don't take the girl,
Reba "Asking Does
He love me like
he's been loving YOU",
To its my prerogative
Like Bobbi Brown said,
Let not for get
Johnny Cash,
Or what About them
O'Jays
Yeah my muse is musical-
Music and thinking artfully
coincides with one another,
with breathing and  eating
Rhyme & Rhythm linguistics
even as we walk down the street
or cruising
while jamming in ya car,
LL Cool J said Cars drive
by with the booming Systems-
AH Push it was
My jam back in the day
R&B; Was mostly what I liked
But growing Up
I started listening to
Rock & Hip Hop,
Got drunk off those sweet
Monster Ballads
while Making love
to Sade,
Sung All Cried Out
at my graduation party,
Tony Toni Tone
Made Us-FEEL GOOD YEAH
at all them block parties
back in NYC,
Now
I listen to everything
going on 33
heard it through the grape vine
that YOU share
a likeness in this Musing?
Music is My Muse.
Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright ©
Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved
jeffrey conyers Jul 2015
Why?
Many probably wonder.
Bobby Kristina, why?

All we know God holds that answer.

For every death that occurs in life.
The Lord holds that purpose deeply close to his spiritual awakening.

Sometimes, a child without their mother has no guidance.
Sure friends, associates and close family's members fill in that slot.
But within other minds, you simply was lost.

And now you back in the heavenly arms of your closest kin.
The one most daughters upon earth call their closest of friends.

In a place filled with serenity.
In a place filled with guardian angels.
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
To be the
unlocked door
before you

Jimmie in with
bobbi pins and
credit cards
or
Knock politely and
wait, ring if left
unanswered

Maybe I'm still
in the shower
Pressures of the illuminati, tryna slide me,
Money honeys, Bentley's to Bugatti 's , but i watch the trees,
That comfort me, guard my mentality, see many casualties,
Of the industry, planted like Bobbi,
Out of the blue,
Tryna fool me and you true, to this testiments, see them up their residence,
Luxury Beverly, movin' cleverly, watch how they convert thee,
Mansions parties, inside of mansion parties, hardly,
No ones sees the truth, the plot is try to corrupt the kids, to the youth,
I stay packed with troops,
Wolf pack, instincts around bad habits, sheeps to lambs,
Make em all scram, god daamned,
We cursed on the earth,
Ask my im living, and whats my worth, since my birth,
I saw heaven inside of hell,.light to darkness, linked parallel,
Missed the ship that sails,
On the brainwaves, everybody loves to say okay okay,
I just sit at the dock of the bay, and play,
Howlin' wolf, smokin' stacks of lightning, to enlighten,
My melanin shells, people fightjn' for chips, but they been done stale,





Thinking about the promotions, thats coastin,
In motions, violence lays the ultimate emotions,
Got folks fighting folks, they never even heard of,
All for in the name of ******,
Ink when its put on the sheets,
I lay it thick, thicker than concrete,
Everybody movin' feet,
To technology that constantly defeats, repeats,
Of the everyday same thang, same critics that want to sang,
To the streets and slang, businesses to the hoods that bang,
Threw away the keys,
To false reality, now everybody made at me, cuz i see,
The light that shines too bright,
I play like Brian McKnight,
I cross lines likes mines anytime,  i grind, i blow up the sign,
So yall can see the game, bird language, hard to relenquish,
The flows that i throw,
Faster than Flo Jo, running the tracks, and it's like that,
You could untan me and ill still be black,
But back to the facts,
And I'll stand on that, they could cut me, and I still won't crack,
We keep loaded gats, packed up in the place like fat rats,
Sam Harris Jan 2021
Leaving
He grasps for what’s left of me
Bobbi pins borrowed sweaters

Desperation hits as he offers commitment
In fear I will accept

While I am forced to leave him behind
Everyone else just feels like a dull cast
Shadow
Neville Johnson Jan 2020
It is quite an event!
Gerry Atric is old enough to know that Joshua Tree isn’t the right guy for Marine Layer. Anyway, she is more interested in Donny Brook, who had just broken up with Dee Ported, for obvious reasons. There they are, carousing on the Sunset Strip: Perry Winkle, Penny Farthing, Miss Understanding and Poppy ****, when who walks in --- Sara N Dippity, with ***** Nilly and Sal Amander, one on each arm!
Now Sara used to be the significant other of Mort Ify, before him, Pete Moss, before him, Charlie Horse and before him, Al Luminum! Go figure. That leaves Tess Osterone who cannot though she tries, attract any of these fine fellows, so she nurses a drink with Terri Ble, and wails about her latest disappointment with Con Descending.
Trying to calm the situation is Herb Tea, but even he ends up having cross words with **** Tatorial, who finally splits with Paddy Wagon in tow and heads over to see Tia Juana, and if they have time, Nan Tucket.
Why General Jive and Warren Peace are huddled has yet to be explained. Oblivious to all of us Mac Aroon and Junior Mints, shared tasty morsels and a libation with Amber Beer.
Preppy dressed Cord Uroy hangs with the stylsh Art Ist, each trying to make a move on Joy D. Vivre, but they are stopped by Moe Mentum , who had the inside track up until Scott Free, Gus To and Juan Derful surround the crowd, each trying to make some time with her.
Consider Lilli Put conversing with Al Falfa, while Rich People and Cord Cutter trying to listen in, but are thwarted by Mari Gold who interfered with that desire as she was shouting epithets at Con Undrum, who doesn’t know what to do. Miss Issippi cruises in and with Molly Fi, who tries to calm the situation. Watching from the corner is Bob Cat, wary of Miss Creant, who is eying him, all while she is being scoped out by Val I Date.
If life is sometimes a desert, Mo Have personifies it; he has his own problems trying to get out of the way of Uri Nalysis, who is just plain trouble. Jonathan Club is his usual convivial self, making conversation with Trey Chrotomy, who keeps clearing his throat. I was amazed to see Leo **** getting dressed down by Dinah Mite, supported in her criticism by Dee Mise.
Let us turn to the artistic arrivals: Marshall Amp and Art Professor, both adding some zest to the gathering, enabled in part by the always attractive Dee Colletage. Bill O’Lading is a bore until he jumps into the drink with Jac Uzzi, accompanied by Nat Ural, as they view the valley below and drink champagne with Elle Vation. Bobbi Pin pops everyone’s balloon by getting wasted and along with Cara Van is asked to leave. But this paled in comparison to Al Abaster attacking Ana Conda for hitting on her significant other, Tom A. Hawk.
Everyone stays away from Hal Itosis except Sue Venir and Mel Lifluos who avoids discussing the obvious. Commiserating and having a bad time are Marg Inal and June Gloom, but then they’re always that way when they get together.
Moving up in the world is Val Et, with her new recruit, Ann Appolis, decked out in a matching outfit with Lily White. Terry Dactl flew in to convince Dee Nial she had a true friend in Mother Nature, but that she should get a second opinion from Al Egory, any to hear what Brandy Alexander had to say as long as she was not slurring her words.
Everybody loves Gus To, he’s so nice to everyone, even the plain Lyn Olium and the depressing Miss Ann Thrope. We aren’t sure what to make of Sal Amander, who seemed a bit slimy, especially coupled with Beau Dacious. What were they up to? Dan Ube engaged Earnest Money to find out. He reported they were going to fleece Dan Druff and Butch Haircut, who should not invest in their hair-brained scheme.
Al Abama buttered up Cy Pres, hoping for some charity, while Minnie Scule and Tara Bite made an unlikely duo. “Respect” said Jen Uflect, that’s what everyone deserves, as she curtsied at the arrival of Caesar Salad. “Ha, ha, ha,” Heidi ** merrily exclaimed, joined by the mysterious I Stanbul. All he did was complain about the political situation.
Mary Me cannot get enough of Al Falfa, though she would have done better with the always engaging Mo Zart. Too bad he is always with Tom Foolery and Cass Anova, both with questionable motives. I know for a fact that Beau Dacious has crashed this party, pretending to have an invite from Des Ire. Outside, mystified by the diverse assemblage stands Papa Razzi, camera in hand. Hal Leluha tries to talk his way in, but gets nowhere is he is not on the list, says party planner Claire Ify. Mel Ifluous, on the other hand, though not an invitee, does get past the velvet rope, which I surmise is because he is with that wealthy Main Liner, Phil Adelphia.
Back inside the party I encounter Lazy Susan having a drink with Bud Weiser.  Here’s an unusual assortment: Guy Dance, Major Minor, Hazel Nuts and Scott Free. His choice of clothing questionable, Lee Derhosen paints a pretty picture about his life to Al Fresco, who is dismissive. Maybe that is because Mo Hawk puts him down, but he gets some protection from Val Id. Dee Tatched, never a joiner, talks business with Perry Mutual, who is threatened by his nemesis, Vito Power. Jungle Jim back from his travels, has a new mate, Lazy Susan, she having moved on from Leo ****.
How Riff Raff got an invite is shocking and I hope he will depart soon with Lee Ving, Bob N Weave, and Con Descenion. Louis Ville slugs it out, batting away the negative but truculent comments of Claire Ification. Tim Buktu acts like he is in another country, causing Mort Ified to hang his head, all made worse by the mutterings of Carrie On.
Mentor Ing tries to advise Con Flagration to cool it and is helped by
Dolly Grip and Frank Lee Speaking. Stu Pendus addresses each issue raised by Bill O’ Particulars, but he cannot allay the suspicions of Artie Choke, finally saying he must be in a vegetative state if he cannot understand the implications of what he proposes. Bo Tox just stood there, trying to look good.
The last to leave is Senor Ity. Phil Harmonic and June Bug drive him home where he lives with Dana Point and Sherman Oaks.
I always do word play at the first of the year.
Napolis Apr 2019
As we
scrambled
out the door
this morning
like two
eggs in
a frying
pan,

I woke up
at the
bottom
of your
purse,

smiling
like a tabby
cat from
ear to
ear cause

you finally
took me
too..

amongst the
perfume
samples

and wrappers
of gum

and butter fly
Bobbi pins,

had to
catch my
breath

as you
bee lined
for highway 1

had to
lay on
a pad
of feminine
protection.

grab hold
as I
jumbled
against

the make-up
kit and
the silver
case

of your
I pod
glistening.

but there
I was
right where
I always
wanted
to be,

surrounded
by all

in your
world
you love
most.

and 'wanted'

feels
warm.

"can't do without it !"

feels like
heaven.

here,

in this
everyday

moment

with you...
Yenson Oct 2020
I won a lottery from start
they did not and they are mad as hell
burning with envy and jealousy they're screaming blue ******
they say its their nature to be losers and they are nurtured to hate
because the lottery was rigged and God is white
and a fortunate ****** should be punished
for not representing a slave
they had won the bobbi
prize of narcissists
poor raving
psychos
hahaha  hahahah hahahah............

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