"tamara" poems
...
Is that as bad as you are to me?
I relented
not because I'm tired
but because I believe that you're the best friend ever
disappointed ...
after seeing what you did
once you know how the actual
once you're comfortable with your new friend
and then I forgotten?
how poor I am
I'm not mad at you
sure
but
in fact you make me disappointed
disappointed
very very disappointed
disappointed with what you've done to me
disappointed to state that you've given me
but one thing you should know
I'm still here
and will always be here for you
my friend
my enemy
my dearest
my sister
my teacher
my favourite
my buddy,
otis
boyo
suganda
yuni tamara
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
bindi's grace the top of her mocha forehead.
wrist draped with bangles. African soul.
style so Afrocentric
afro so black panther
fist high in the air she is black pride. she embraces the motherland with open arms and is proud of her heritage. music notes hidden in the blacks of her eye. she is music. hiphop and r&b.;
tupac's lyrics ingraved on her tongue. words of left eye instilled in her brain.
music gives her life.
voice of an angel yet she stays mute. black ink at her fingertips and a notebook always at her side. she is a lyrisit. she is sassy. press the wrong button and she's gone for a moment but will soon comeback to earth. a beautiful quiet vibrant soul she is indeed. stubborn and mean at times but still as sweet as the refreshing taste of lemonade on a hot summers day.
she is Africa. she is India. she is Haiti. she is black pride. she is music. she is poetry. she is wonderful. she is comical. she is lovely. she is classy.
she is my big sister. O.Rob.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
HER *****
dedicated to Tamara
Her bosom...so swollen....so full
Bulging beneath her blouse
Straining against her huge nursing bra
I long to suckle her deeply, till the end of time itself
Her ******* thicken....becoming so *****
She sighs deeply....her let-down gently washes over her
She smiles...guiding my hands as we unbutton her blouse
Her ***** takes my breath away
Her bulging cleavage qiuvers at my touch
Engorged.....veined
I bury my face....my lust.... in her *****
Savoring her womanhood
She unhooks a cup....her huge ****** weeping
Longing for my hunger
I suckle her deeply....lovingly....wantonly
Her warm milk, life's sweet nectar
Flows...flows......flows...flows
Feeding my desire...feeding my love for her
My love for the warmth of her *****
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
Someday we will have DJs at funerals.
I should know. I DJ'd a wedding once.
Well I shan't say I DJ'd the wedding.
I merely pressed play on the tiny boom box (SONY) and here comes the bride.
Twas a beautiful wedding.
A black wedding.
The bride was my first cousin Tamara.
Yes the whole thing was beautiful.
Stop it already.
A scant 4 years later I attended her death.
A rainy morning.
A call.
Awoken early
the morning sun not up.
I have a photograph taken July 27, 2003 maybe!
My brother her sister and I on a Carribean cruise. I'm sticking a tongue out. I was mad at the fine Bahamian wearing fake dreads making money by posing for photos for the non-natives. But if you bypass my tongue in the photograph you can see her. You can see the foursome of us smiling with some random Bahamian fake dread.
If you look slightly left in the photograph you can see her smile.
Her smile.
Her joie de vivre.
A moment if you will allow me. Away from the boat the Bahamian boys would not leave her alone. They would whistle, catcall, stare and menace. But she was my family. She was my cousin. Her protector and her friend. Those boys' eyes would follow us. But when I held her hand down the boardwalk they did not dare come within punching distance.
I will refrain from her beauty.
Her elegance.
Her ability to tell me to 'shut the **** up' with only a glance.
Somewhere buried I have the video of her wedding.
I can't watch it anymore but perhaps I should.
I need to see her happy again.
Beautiful again and
looking forward.
United States
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
my name
is case sensitive
adriana tamara
is how it’s spelled
sometimes as one word
and sometimes as two
but always as only lowercases
my name
is humbling
as it reminds me
that i am merely
one girl
against the elements
i am merely
one voice
muted by wind
my name
is empowering
she shows me
that my mouth
can never run dry
that my thoughts
can never go dormant
my name
looks small
compared to all of the rest
because i
am small
compared to the world
even in my own perception
i am too little
to know everything
to understand everything
my name
is my teacher
is my guardian
is my keepsake
& when i think i know everything
about poetry, about loving, about people
she humbles me
and i continue to learn
case sensitive
(12.24.2020)
—adrianatamara
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
There's a bridge
there's a pond
there's a sunset:
that's all we want.
Pour me some coffee
in your night gown
your soft city dress
foreign fragrances,
perfumes - Tamara!
Your tablecloth
crushes my soul
as I lay to sleep
on an old bruised sofa.
Same house, same key.
I embrace you
as I tremble,
as a man should.
Like and old string
I sing
these songs for thee.
A stunning vision
has appalled me.
Last night you said
you missed the nights
when I took you dancin'
under the same moon.
Well, baby… I miss 'em too.
You said: "Do you see?"
Honey, but didn't I see?
I see you're gone away:
and there's no more me.
-T.M.™
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
You enticed me, your neighbor,
Newly moved in right upstairs
With aromas of your cooking.
And you invited me to share.
We started then to get close
Like brother and sister were we
That had different parents
But still becoming family.
I ******* about all and sundry
You smiled and said let it go.
I complained about the heat
You laughed and told me “Go
Down to the beach and play;
Get wet and come on back
Then remember Missouri
And see what little you lack.”
And, nobody laughed so,
Delighted with my every jest.
Never remembered punch lines
Yet swore mine were the best.
If I passed near her doorway
I was urged to come inside.
This was the very doorway
Where camaraderie did abide.
So, for a decade we took
Samples of what we cooked
Up and down the stairs
To each other and each took
That deep and abiding pleasure
Of having someone upstairs
Who had that cup of sugar
Or that butter we could share.
I live today with gratitude;
I was blessed, for however long
To listen to the lovely music
Of friendship’s gentle song.
I will miss the coffee shops
And boulevard people watching.
I need to stop this for now as
My throat seems to be catching.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
You can just
get out of my face.
Your response to
some one not liking you,
is to not like them back.
Here's a thought,
why don't you try
changing the way you act.
You may be a friend of a friend
but that alone does not garner respect.
I call you 'Tomorrow' because
that's when I want to see you
and every body knows
tomorrow never comes.
You had better hope
that some of the things
that you say come back to haunt you
because nowadays not too many
even what to say boo to you.
© 2012
All rights reserved.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
Tamara is slowly dying from aids
She got it passed down from Her ancestors that were enslaved
She quit easily because she had no one to come to her aid
No doctors no hospitals just a lonely maid
She's dying what to do?
She's alone without a clue..
She's scared, afraid of death
From inside , out there's close to nothing left
She closed her only eye and asked god why?!
"I'm innocent can't you hear my cry?!"
There's worse ppl out there why do I have to say goodbye..
It's not fair lifes not fair
My personality is way passed rare , but No one else cares
its just pointless
Your not a judge so try to point less..
She has feelings to she is even still god blessed
Just cursed from the devil to never let her soul rest..
No more im done wheres the rope
I'm not pushing on because I lost all hope
She heard the winds voice say nope
She asked again give me the rope I have no more hope,,
I'm alone and I need some to help me cope
Idc if I die just help me through this
I don't want to be alone through this
I don't have anyone but I still feel like I miss
Someone..
Just give me a kiss..
No one would take the risk
Except one..
Never thought exist
A powerful holy son
Gave her a kiss..
Now Tamara sleeps in heaven with nothing to miss.....
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC
In last November 2015 a friend of mine named Bridget died and
Her partner sadly misses her
And on August 12 2016 Bridget
Was reincarnated as Michael Townsend son of Alice and brother of Toby Townsend
You see it is my work as Cronus to bring Bridget back into the world as Michael Townsend
And another mate of mine that died last year was Steve Grigor
And September 6th 2016
Steve Grigor was reincarnated as Ethan felix Vaughan
You see as soon as Steve died
Bridget took him by the hand and they shared many a methane smoothie together
So their bodies can improve the quality of their life and now
Bridget's mother is Alice and Steve is son of Tamara and Henry
Here is a welcome to earth song to Bridget and steve's soul
Welcome welcome welcome
You drink your methane and you have a lot of fun
And now you have been reincarnated into your new life
Death isn't the end
It is a new beginning
So let's party with Michael and Ethan
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
She is the devil
in thin disguise,
she will prattle on
"oh the greatness of his being",
but her clothing
is stitched with lies
and her nakedness is obscene.
I call her 'tomorrow'
because that is when
I want to see her.
Everybody knows
tomorrow never comes.
© 2012
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Let’s Take A Moment to Celebrate Mother’s Day.
Although I keep hearing everyday is a celebration that’s true.
Everyday my Mother never stop loving me.
How about you?
From the day I was born to how I’m living now.
I thank God that my Mother’s strong and still around.
I miss my Mother’s Mother (my grandma) without a doubt.
R.I.P. Myrtle C. Pringley the moments we had is still with me.
Motion pictures to still memories I still press play.
I remember grandma after you passed in my dreams you visited me.
In my dreams you gave me a ride home and told me you were okay.
The odd thing is where I live now.
When you were alive you didn’t know where I stayed.
So it’s not a hidden memory that was misplaced.
Thank You God and my Grandmother for a blessing daughter.
Thank You God for always having your angels around her.
Even when she didn’t know of your presence.
No matter which path she followed God had engraved.
How and the 5 W’s the day she would get saved.
I remember the day she was introduce to LOJ.
From then to now she still walks his way.
Following the Holy road to heaven.
The only road to heaven and covered in his presence.
I really didn’t mean to write this long.
But I guess I wanted to express exactly where I came from.
Tamara (my lady) always say my Mother and I is exactly alike.
So I get a little glimpse of what her life was like.
I don’t mind if we’re alike because my Mother I love.
Thank You God and Grandmother from the heavens above.
To: Lauren C. Osgood (I Love You Always)
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
The wind blows smoke on a darkened day
From a pyre for deeds once done.
I sit in the silence drinking my mead
Shadowed by the dying sun
I watch the phantoms dance the wall
In the grace of one so fare
Wrapped in dusk and a violet mood
With lightening lancing her hair
Why do I stare
She whispers to me
Oh do I dare to show her
All that I see
She catches my mind with a grasping smile
And speaks with gesture of hand
In her eyes I swim the shining sea
And walk the ancient sands
Peace I seek and I found it there
And so here I shall always stay
As starlight blazes from her soul
Only hell shall bar my way
And why do I stare
She whispers to me
Oh do I dare to show her
All that I see
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
I sit
In front of your gate I sit
Many of your walls clear the clouds
While other tops are underground
But there is no where else I'd rather be
In front of your gate
The place of sacred permission
All for a chance
A chance to behold
The source of your light
Very for its very warmth alone
Has captivated me
So I sit
Legs crossed
Spine straight
Palms open
Resting upon my knees
They are not stretch in tension
Yet
They
Go on...
Like fields of suflowers awaiting your light
My eyes are open but please believe me when I say
I need not sight to perceive your brightness
My ears are open
I dedicated to your speech
And the other
To my own heartbeat
Cause, the heart better understands
How silence speaks
And my soul
Has taken hold of my breathe
My tounge
My lips
So Love drips and it pours
Warm like summer rain
Oh guardian of the gate
You might have heard them say that
This one
Is a madman
And if Madness
is Love for the light we all have within
Then
I
Am a madman
And this madness
Is bliss
So if you wish
Put your swords upon my throat
Your spears to my heart
Arrows aimed at my head
I mind not
But please
Please
Allow me to sit here
Speaking of the madness that is light
And Love
But if you wish for me to leave
I will leave
Spine straight
Palms open
Like fields of sunflowers
Awaiting your light.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC