"reba" 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
I saw you in the hallway,
With all of your friends,
And everything around me moved in slow motion,
The girls think I'm crazy,
I kinda agree,
But it's hard to be cool enough whenever you look at me,
And I can be immature when I'm lying on the floor,
Photoshopping us together like I'm all yours.
But you just learned my name,
And I think that's kinda wack,
Have you seen my sweet shoes and my new backpack yet?
Somebody tell you why this hurts so bad,
Why can't I find someone like my dad, (I love you dad)
Why can't you just see what I see,
When you say I'm just a friend, you tell me I'm just friend,
I think I could make you happy,
But you say I'm just a friend,
So I'll be that
But I don't wanna be just that,
You probably think I'm too young to feel this way,
To you I'm a crush that just won't go away,
So even if you move on and have a happy life,
I promise I will pray for you, 'cause I'll be doing fine,
See I can try to be mature like nothing's really wrong,
But you probably know I'm faking by the time you see this
And I don't mind saying how I feel, as long as I stay true and keep it real,
Somebody tell you why love takes so long,
I think I'll just watch Reba with my mom (yeah)
Why can't you just see what I see,
When you say I'm just a friend, you tell me I'm just friend,
I think I could make you happy,
But you say I'm just a friend..
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
Nothing against Tim.
Nothing against Jason.
Nothing against Dierk.
Or even Miranda Lambert.
But when I'm in a country mood for a musical journey.
Give me some Mel.
Give me some Conway.
Tillis and Twitty knew exactly what to say?
Give me some Cash.
Even Johnny Paycheck.
Give me sweet Reba.
Give me some Lynn.
Whether it was Loretta or the other called Anderson.
We aware females always have an answer.
Give me some Buck and the Buckeroos.
Owens and the boys was direct about love troubles.
Play me the Statlers or Barbara Mandrell.
Where she's talking about sleeping single in a double bed?
Or about being country before it became cool
Give me some Faron or Webb Pierce.
Legends of the field we can't forget about them.
If you know country, then you must know Webb Pierce.
Spin some Oak Ridge Boys and Roger Miller.
If you know country music.
Play even some Charlie.
Whether it's Daniel or Pride.
Let forget these legends as time goes by.
Now, I can listen to Wyonna of the Judds.
And maybe a little of Alabama during my musical journey of love.
And let's not forget about Dolly.
Or even Hank Williams.
Just play me some.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
I'm not into Tim Mcgraw.
And might never be.
I'm not even into Faith Evan although country is a vital part of me.
Some might say, I'm missing a lot.
It's just not country music to me.
But acts trying to be rock stars.
Now, name the Statler Brothers or Mel Tillis.
Or Loretta Lynn to Reba then you talking directly to me.
I was country long before the change.
Can name legendary acts that others stars can't name.
Marty Robbons, Roger Miller and others isn't hardly mention today.
Unless someone's doing a tribute act to them.
But these was artist that contribute to the country music today.
They might have worn glitter suits and played guitars.
And yes, some probably was too conceited to be a true star.
I was country long before the change.
I remember Dolly singing upon the Porter Wagoner show.
Yes, long before she had her own personal show.
I even remember those artists Waylon, Willie and others being called outlaws.
And I guess this is when this field beginned to change.
Still I was country long before the change.
But in truth nothing ever remain the same.
We all must accept growth.
Simply for the facts it brings a growth to us.
Even if I'm listening to Carrie Underwood and that Jason dude.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
Ed came to stay when she was 12
No one invited him.
He snuck in through the sliding door,
for the girl who needed some sense of control.
He told her he would help her,
he would always be her friend.
Self-control was what she needed
And he’d teach her all the tricks.
Move your food around,
bring it to your mouth,
then ask about your sister’s day.
It was their little secret
and he’d teach her how to keep it.
So he lived inside the mirror,
fostering disease.
He showed her a reflection
but it wasn’t really hers.
Ed came to stay when Reba was 12
But he didn’t just come for a visit
He grew stronger in the hollows of her sunken cheek,
and the jutting of her narrow hips.
We found Ed six years later,
When zeros became double zeros
And weak legs gave way on the sixth step
Six years and we hadn’t noticed
Ed carving out her rib cage and collar bones
Until there was nothing of her left.
And just Ed.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Reba-roo I’m missing you
as hard as I can miss
I gave you lots of pets and hugs
And sealed each with a kiss.
Black and grey and white are you
All trimmed with silver and gold
The longest and the softest fur
Spectacular and bold
A queen are you, with regal stance
Your noble pride is clear
The purest lineage you have
And wear it well, my dear.
Your head held high with deep brown eyes
Your tail sweeps the sky
You leap the mountains in a bound
And with the birds you fly
Then softly tho I call your name
You instant come beside
I know you’ll never leave my heart
In memory you reside.
You came to us a stranger
Confused in your new world
So many things you soon would learn
Your puppy brain just swirled
But gradually as time went on
You learned your new role well
A family dog you must become
But whose? We could not tell.
Then suddenly one special day
We went out in a crowd
A family saw you, fell in love,
And called your name aloud.
Jacki stroked your glorious coat,
Peter drew your face
And little Emma stood beside you
Basking in your grace.
It soon was clear, you told us then
You found your place, your home.
You have a family to love
No longer will you roam.
Your sweet and mellow giant heart
Devoted; always true
Now spread your love (just like your fur)
Protect your family new.
My furry heart, devoted dog
We had to let you go
You have a wondrous life ahead and
You’ll do well, I know.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
"Wish you were here"
Scrawled out in sharpie
In the bathroom stall
I fish a ballpoint pen
Out of my shoulder bag
And scribble a
":("
And a
"Miss you too"
I go into my car
Slam the door
The skies are cloaked in
Grey clouds
It begins to drizzle
Then pour
Reba's voice comes through static:
"My mind is on you"
I pull over
To the side of the road
I put my head
on the tattered
steering wheel
I feel something in my throat
That needs melting
But my eyes are deserts
Instead,
I lift my head
To watch
the heavens cry.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
hearing it reminds me of home
the child in me smiles at the sound of it
a name that died a long time ago with her
bring it back for the happiness it inspires in me
for the memories it brings out of me
the name that has a place in my heart
even with its country drawl
I love it more than you can imagine
reba
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC