"terrell" poems
I shutter in the nights moon.
I hide my self way before noon.
I fear, I fear, night will drift me away.
Moon! I gasp! Do you see me,
turn your judging face from me.
I shutter in the moons glow.
I fear! Which way should I go.
I see the morn only in my mind.
Its solemnly burrow within the trees
like a spy. Yet the cannot escape
my keen eye.
Day light! Blasted day light!
Sneeks its glow upon me.
Yet, comforts like a blanket!
But though I shutter in the moon light
And yet, I welcome a
pleasantly new days sun,
Woot! Whoo! Comes my weak calls.
For by days sun I hunger no more.
I just peck lustfully blood from my
fluttering feathers, of nights telltale gore.
I am just a hungry owl,
Whoot! Whoot! I cry.
My beak shutters to softly croon
My calls fierce, again in nights moon,
Alass! Shouts of fear from the mice.
from chipmunks from the baby racoons.
Hide! Hide! Hide!
For I will stalk you in the night.
You shall be my dinner before
day light.
Comes now too, my endless fear.
I float over fierce brown deer
Its mighty weight, yet, of me
it does not flinch,
Yes, even with my nightly, whoot!
Whoot! Over it my eyes gauntlet glare
It just looks me over as if I am not there.
I flutter full, to appear stronger, but though
I am mighty to the new birthed young,
I am desolate to the ones more than I, so strong.
Whoot! Whoot! Whoot! I cry out.
I cry strong and brave,\.
Yet, not a small beast does not fear as it
shows its self to me
They scamper, Ha! Ha! I laugh.
Do they not realize their tiny legs will
not free them from my swooping outcome.
I swoop, Ha! Ha! Silently I am upon them.
I since their heart beats like a drum.
Soon it is over. Their will is no more, but mine.
As I perch way up in this tree
Shutter I do of beasts, but so do they.
For in the woods all too is fair play
For that is nature's contract
guaranteed, to all forest prey.
© Written by Linda Bates Terrell
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
The Old Church
upon the hill
based on love and God's free will
it call to all of Jesus filled heart
it somehow, sets apart.
© Written by Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Swirling cloths of green folage among bricks divine
flowing forward up and down
always to its roots comes its frowns
© Written by Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
With the addition of one.
They seems to have so much fun.
Just by removing one.
With the addition of one.
They grew to be better.
Then they once was.
Mary got to sing a little more.
Notice her lead upon Touch, a simple additive song.
These are the ladies called, the Seventies Supremes.
Led by the voice of the sweet vocals of Jean Terrell.
A voice you can tell so different than Diana Ross.
Who recorded an album called boss?
And I'm not talking anything from her.
And sweet Cindy Birdsong.
Another member, who grew into her own.
And shared more vocalistic leads as a co-lead singer.
It Time To Break Down, with his bass beat.
Would have anyone dancing upon their feet.
Stone Love, taking them in areas that Holland, Dozier Holland never thought of.
These were the Supremes.
Which by this time only four membrs were upon hits.
We can't forget Flo.
Who were apart of the original hit trio?
Frank Wilson, accepted the challenge of the seventies unit.
And left them with an imprint that fans will remember.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
Thousands of places I looked for you
In the shadows of my mind
A child of brades I visioned once
Ah, you were a vision of my dreams
And now you by my child, thank God
All dreams come true, finally, so it finally seems.
© Written by Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
"The Ville."
There was a town they called the ville
It set at the top of the hill
It never was with a light or clue
It was a hunters dream come true
It's coyotes whined with a shrill
Deer run to the bottom, of the Ville's hill.
It was just a hunter dream.
© Written by Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
She's a maiden of the night
spun curls golden ribbon twined
Men long for her beauty
Her lips a tell tale sign
She sighs within prides whipers
of breath of scotch and water
Yet, she's humbled by the days light
She casts her trust upon none
Huddles in her covers till noon's sun
She was once innocent,
her beauty natural it flowed
Now a maiden of devils honor
she sighs, at night, for the pay
Ah yes, the pay, keeps her alive
She, by night she smiles
her red lips to dazzle her King
She glows beneath the chandeliers
Sensually, she giggles
Then, all glass tips high
Who will win her eye
Cheers the gentlemen all cry
And she smiles-- again
thinking quietly-- she sighs
Yet, beneath her breath---
the words she'd whispered haunt her
"just one more time"
© Written by Linda Bates Terrell
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
My Dear Sister,
Your picture in the drawer
hidden years from my sight
Did you too ever wonder or
think of me in the night
Not one time playing together
Not ever did we share a morsel
Not a park did we ever visit
Nor a letter shared by parcel
My thoughts scatter with now age
of the what-if's and what-evers
My humble hearts love does not
strive in vain to be so clever
What is it that you thought
when they kept us far apart
Was you like I dear sister
so lost alone in the dark
Did you fear the unknows
and wish the comfort of my charm
Did you sister, think of me too
praying that I keep far from harm
Never a fight to call you bad sister
Not one time did I hold your hand
though I think of you often
why haven't I searched of you
through out the land
© Written by Linda Bates Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
What a lovely Christmas it was.
Hunger full, bellies.
Time for some fun
© Written by Linda Bates Terrell
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
No title
no title
words slither
in the mind subtold
like serpents to behold
No title
no title
a choice so unmade
no words in braids
not one word or two
not even just a few
No title
no title
no time to entitle
that title so futile
cast out the title
and leave it untold
but the ending--- contemplate
the insatiable ultimate
story must unfold.
No title
no title
Though no title surfice
the ending tis precise
like a run for the mice
the maze is the challenge
but--- the escape is the goal.
© Written by Linda Bates Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
Walls of grime and wood
lonely it stood
Tears in its windows ledges
Its sorrows strung near the hedges
© Written by Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
by Terrell Morrow
Motown tune harboring,
Automobile industrial base vicarious drive,
Downtown city lighting life-giver of struggling spirit,
Red-winged-angel-singing city I call home.
They tell me we can’t keep it together,
I fight for your honor trying to ignore the families I’ve seen ripped apart
Through the pressure of financial stress that weighs down the strength
Of even the toughest of Pistons.
Even though I’ve seen the happiness of children ripped away
Transcending from that signing purple colored dinosaur
To the morning sounds of hums,
I’ve heard a remembrance of the happiness of people ripped away
By purple colored gangbangers.
I say to those who don’t see the fury in our eyes,
That burns with the blaze of a 1967 riot,
Is the truth of our history:
Our city, our home, our tears,
From the very moment you set foot on that Riverwalk
And see the Princess set sail to a dream on a bank of beauty
As the waters part like Moses’ path.
We are but mere underdogs with the purest of waters.
The product for which they lust for the thirst in which we quench
An essence for which we must for the fist in which we clench
As we fight our endless battles and the Hells we’ve created in Paradise Vallies
As we walk through the valley of the shadow of death-toll population
Hand-in-hand generations that shine like sons of the son.
Yo, show me a city that’s aware of its oblivion,
And simply relaxes like my hometown,
Detroit.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
One loudly dying tree, cries to me,
"I too yearn to be free,
But my roots will not, of that allow me.
Forever, I am bound to this spot,
And in the end, my withered trunk.
will serve, as my own burial plot."
Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
Today is the day I lingered in deep though of yesterday
But now I find it so bewildering why I ever did
Is worry just humble thoughts colliding
Or is it that
the unknown of the tomorrows unleashed
in just another humble sigh?
© Written by Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
Say, Elvis, say south.
Say, Little Richard, say south.
Say, Jerry Lee Lewis, say south.
Say, BB King, say south.
Say, David and Jimmy, Ruffin says south.
Heck most of the Classic Five was southern born.
The message is within the history of these southern born artists.
Where all mention above is still highly praised?
Alabama, Georgia, and Kentucky too created a feeling still bringing news.
Wilson Picket aka the Wicked one.
Jame Brown and Jean Terrell heritage are within the southern region.
If you don't know nothing comes from the south without gaining your attention.
Did I mention Dolly Parton"
Conway Twitty aka Harold Jenkins and Porter Waggoner.
Something within the spiritual birth.
Check the history of Chess Records blues artist.
By the way even Berry Gordy.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
TILL ONE DAY (second version)
Marriage,
It puzzles the brightest minds
It captivates all entwined
Its vastness cradles all within
Its a battle of sink or swim.
All Poems © Written by Linda Terrell
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
I can't say it.
I won't say it.
I'm determine not to even speak it.
But it's a vital part of America's english.
Even if the teachers against it.
We know writers have confirmed it.
And it's true.
Notice the many songs referring to it.
Mel Tillis and Webb pierce layed it down.
When they stated, they Ain't Never Seen a woman so great.
Make no mistake about it.
The creation of a woman were simply great.
Even the Four Tops sung about her.
Proclaiming to us all Ain't No Woman Like The One I Got.
Who doesn't think they have the best one on the lot?
And the Temptations stated they Ain't Too Proud To Beg.
When it came to keeping her.
Not that the man was weak.
But because he was in love.
Luther Ingram spoke volume of true.
In things love will make you do.
Ain't That Lovin' You validated the reasons too.
Fats Waller, spoke it and we agree.
Least when it comes to us.
Ain't Nobody's Business What I do.
And we very aware that when adults many wants to know.
But sometimes we say a little.
Because too much have them asking more.
Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell sung twice concerning it.
With clarification in Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing.
That was borrowed by a drink.
And Then in Ain't No Mountain High Enough.
Many of us don't wants to be on a cliff.
Then there was Faron Young addressing life too.
You Ain't Lovin' then You Ain't Livin'.
No truer words spoken concerning your love for someone.
So this one single word.
Carry a power affect.
It might not be spoken correct.
But even the proper speaking folks gets readdressed.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 9:28 AM UTC
If I could built my world around you.
A lovely Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell song.
Explains the affection that a person feels about those he love.
If this world was mine.
Another Gaye and Terrell song.
Speak of the power he dreams he had.
To enhance in his eyes things he wants to do.
I would built you a castle.
Who tower reaches to the edge of the sky.
A Smokey Robinson's tune with simply the truth.
Sure we put love in a box.
Where we think mistakes won't occur?
Like the song written called,
If I rule the world.
Even God understood creating a foundation.
Requires a lot of loving care.
If loving you is wrong.
And we too deep within it.
Would be care to be right?
When we close to our true lover at night.
Some ifs.
We simply don't wants to know.
As long as love is surrounded.
And brighten by the rainbows.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
I'm gonna sing to you.
Just remember, it's the thought that count.
And the message will be within the tunes that I sing to you.
If not just the titles of them offered to you.
I sing try something new by the Miracles to relay my love.
Or throw in their lyrics, from you must be love.
Just know my message will be centered around love.
I will use Marvin Gaye, if this world was mine.
Maybe his and Tammi Terrell, if I could build my word around .
And break it all down with the Temptations, you're my everything.
Oh, you will be sung too.
I throw in the Rascals, Groovin' and it's not even a Sunday afternoon.
All these song has, what I trying to sing unto you?
Yes, even the Beatles, I want to hold your hand.
Cause I'm gonna sing to you.
Even some Sinatra fly me to the moon.
Cause love is what I feel?
Even end it with the Beach Boys, don't worry baby.
Everything is gonna be alright.
One of their under appreciated love song.
Except the message is written within them.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
Terrell was anxiously awaiting for the mail.
He was feeling so swell.
He got a big surprise.
One that burned his eyes.
The message on the Christmas card read.
Merry Christmas, I'm leaving you.
His girlfriend's message caused him to have to take pain meds.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC