"bobbi" poems
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
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
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
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Stripping for her sister, Silvia has to talk pretty;
fingers playing music for free beneath the Tree
of Life; meaning, kissing the standard of the
Prophet, homeless in the area of the gods' legs;
**** teen club for those married to the six original
fallen strippers; their Dream Machine waiting for the
rich Rainbows did smell of the power of peace in her
eyes filled with soiled thong *******
Kenneth Williams that died at birth; Cold chaser
of the genius of life, of the painting of Christ & the cops'
Alchemy; In the sand wrote Mary sitting on a low Wooden
Wall
where the robot's tongue turned to wearing
Science; Einstein would have loved the winding
walls to unknown parts where injuries do not listen
to mom beating a friend with a bat; Top Air Park toes
asleep, Bobbi, the clear message that she was
pregnant; maces seized drinking enemy to live
within the sound of the gun, the angel of ***********
went up to meet, to meet; After you are watching a fool
in just his socks carrying a changing table to change
the broken glass of Bettie's ***** her friends holding her hands
at the fast food w/ a lot of debt and deceit as he sat down upon
the earth; Thomas Wolfe, on the radio he sang
the song, remember our night on this town [1 to 1]
of ours
upright in their ways to the nakedness of the
daughters of the bookmarks, go to play in one of the
corners, talking to & understanding the trees' leaves;
the meaning of the empty gun between her teeth
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
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
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
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.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC