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Sat, 25.08.2018

FIVE HAIKU’S by Richard Wright

1. I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away. 2. I give permission For this slow spring rain to soak The violet beds. 3. With a twitching nose A dog reads a telegram On a wet tree trunk. 4. Burning autumn leaves, I yearn to make the bonfire Bigger and bigger. […]

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Thu, 24.09.2009

COTTIN PICKIN’ FREEDOM RIDERS by Evelyn Dilworth-Williams

When Sister Rosa sat on that bus, she didn’t sit alone,
She had the visible image of the Master on the high throne.
There were passengers on that bus that no eye could see,
She was riding with people who had never been free.

Their time had come to sit and ride anywhere,
The day was now with no time to spare.
Cottin pickin’ time had lasted for hundreds of years,
So taking a seat anywhere was without fear

Ridin’ didn’t quench the thirst of the workers of the fields
They needed more of what a water fountain could give
With their brow, so hot none wanted to think,
They sighted God’

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Thu, 24.09.2009

FEELINGS FROM ‘63 by Evelyn Dilworth-Williams

The clothes got wet but not the souls
From the forceful pouring of the hoses
The spirits were ne’er dampened
Though evil attempts were rampant
Flames were fueled and denied shame
To lay hands on the real aged old blame

Overcoming second class citizenry
Ne’er use the killing children bombs

We march
We sing
We cry
No more
No more
No more

‘Cause we’re ready to die
Believe it and that’s no lie
Change the guard
Here comes a new age start!!!

From: Morning Promises & My Evening Songs
Copyright 2004, Evelyn Dilworth-Williams

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Thu, 24.09.2009

Death by Basketball by Frank X. Walker

Before and after school
he stood
on a milk crate
eyeballed the mirror
and only saw wayne turner
at tournament time

a third grader
just off the bus
barely four feet
off the ground
he dropped his books
sank a j’
from the top of the key
and heard the crowd roar
beat his man off the dribble
with a break yaneck
crossover
and slammed himself
on the cover of a box
of wheaties

he was out there
every night
under a street light
fighting through double picks
talking trash
to imaginary body checks
‘you can’t hold me fool’
fake right
‘this is my p

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Thu, 24.09.2009

TO CINQUE by James M. Whitfield.

All hail!

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Thu, 24.09.2009

HOWLIN’ FOR MY BABY by Howlin’ Wolf

They call me the howlin’ wolf now, and you found me howlin’ at your door
They call me the howlin’ wolf now, baby, and you know you found me howlin’ at your door
You know I love you darling, don’t drive the wolf from your door
(Lord have mercy, darling)

If God forgive me, I won’t let you make me howl no more
If God forgive me, I won’t let you make me howl no more
You want me to do like a wolf baby, drag my tracks out in the cold

Now Christmas eve is coming, and you want me down on my bended knees
Now Christmas eve is coming darling, and you want the wolf on his bended knees
You mad

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Thu, 24.09.2009

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS by Marilyn Nelson Waniek.

We used to tell each other erotic stories
at slumber parties when I was about ten:
We’d meet and kiss dark, handsome boys,
and then sink into sixty-year dreams
from which we’d wake up for church weddings
and to name our butterscotch babies.
From there we always jumped ahead
to the pooping-out party, and died laughing
into our silencing pillows at the way
we ‘d overdose on laxatives, and be dead.

We never dreamed of the face-making
self-reconstruction from scratch
we’d be engaged in for most of our lives,
of at thirty-four an ordinary day
on which an aspiration is adj

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Thu, 24.09.2009

COMFORT-MAKER by Jerry Ward Jr.

(for Toni Morrison)

on a needful day
your terribleness troubles

the house like thunderclaps
ripping a Delta sky.

You gather a bushel of autumn,
run faithfilled fingers over your threads.

Your needles of sunlight
worry a healing into history.

The ancient lady in your bones
memories out the quilts.

Her leafwork stitches spring
invisible at the seams.

You know winter starwars
have designs to freeze our flesh.

Your preternatural covers
blithely summer us into dawn…

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Thu, 24.09.2009

I WISH by Stevie Wonder.

Looking back on when I was a little nappy-headed boy,
then my only worry was for Christmas what would be my toy.
Even though sometimes would not get,
we were happy with the joy the day would bring.
Sneaking out the back door to hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine, ooh;
greeted at the back door with “Boy, I thought I told you not to go outside.”
Tryin’ your best to bring the water to your eyes,
thinkin’ it might stop her from whoopin’ your behind.

I wish those days could come back once more.
Why did those days ever have to go?
I wish those days could come back once more

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Thu, 24.09.2009

THEY CALL ME MUDDY WATERSby McKinley Morganfield, aka Muddy Waters.

*They call me Muddy Water,
I’m just as restless man as the deep blue sea
Oh yeh they call me Muddy Water,
I’m just as restless man as the deep blue sea
You know I’ve been like that, ever since my baby been gone from me

The night she left me,
you know the rain boy was pouring down
Oh yeah the night the little girl left me,
you know the rain was pouring down
You know I was the most bluest man, in this whole Chicago town

I got a brand new babe,
she just as sweet man as a girl can be
Oh Lord I got a brand new girl,
she just as sweet man as a apple on a tree
I wanna tell all

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New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

I have been all my lovers I have been better than my lovers I have been those better than I the ones I’ve never met the ones I’ve met... Desire 1. by Thulani Davis
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