Memories From The Heart


 

 

Memories From The Heart

 

Poetry Inspired by My Blogging Buddy Geetha.  Please Check out her most excellent blog for more poetry gems and jewels.

 

https://geethaprodhom.wordpress.com/2018/09/26/the-unknown-facets/

 

Fleeting memories as the sewing box plays, “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” Little I was and Little did I know that she would return to her beloved sweetheart husband in a future that played out too soon.

 

 

Opening my Grandma Eva’s Musical sewing box and seeing her all over and again. Returning to her apartment in Harlem. An apt that was huge to the 5 year old me. Hearing Grandma give a lighthearted scolding to her son, my Dad. Memories of a Great Day in Harlem with Grandma.

 

 

Each Memory is like a reflection captured within a diamond.  Precious. One glance returning you to a pleasant past event repeatedly Looped in Luxury.

 

 

 

 

 

The Monstrous Other


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The Monstrous Other

An Acquired Taste

Knowing winks and smiles exchanged as we passed each other in the hallways and I could see you through your window which faced mine across the way. She was an acquired taste which compelled both men and women to sample the wares.

Broadshire, Brock, Bicklebum & Looney

All late but not so great. Ice tinkling in her glass of sherry. Dream Catchers for the Dead.

Botox Bitches Trust Fund Hoes having caramel and chocolate dreams.

Society matrons with devious intent. Painted ponies being paraded around the room. Door to Door Equines once thoroughbreds not just painted nags.

Paleface bitches play judge, jury and executioner over darker tones.

No more putting up with white cracker nonsense being berated and belittled everyday.

Now the African Queen will arise!

Super proud of Colin Kaepernick and Nike.

I will buy Nike sneakers.

As for the white people burning Nike sneakers those are the same ones in pointed white hoods burning crosses. Getting upset about Nike decision but white folks comfortably enjoying their privilege while Black people are subjected to discrimination, bigotry and racism on a daily basis.

Served my country four years in the United States Army but my first name is still nigger and my last name bitch.

One day a Silent Hello Kitty will break free.

A Voice once silenced has now returned

The Nubian Ninja Reigns and Rules


“Trolls, I’m not here for your white supremacist, racist consumption” https://medium.com/@LeciaMichelle/trolls-im-not-here-for-your-white-supremacist-racist-consumption-5b40acef7693

ASLEEP


 

 

Asleep

 

I FELL into sleep becoming asleep eventually landing elsewhere.

 

Was it a parallel universe or an alternate reality?

I astral planed across the Multiverse dropping pieces of me wherever I landed.

The pieces planted took root and grew. Spreading myself throughout the Cosmos.

Everywhere is a seedling and a pod. Each pod is ready to be launched into dimensions and seasons yet to be born..

I drank the psychedelic brew. My innards erupted like a brewing thundering threatening volcano.  Explosion of volcanic ash and lava vomiting up brains, burning acids, guts and false notions. Distance tore through my cerebral cortex.

My stone heart turned flesh.  The sky, earth and seas faded away.  Sounds of sand animals,grass, birds, trees, grew silent.  Only my internal vibrations grew louder.

Drifting above the clouds I finally landed in what appeared to be a garage.  No cars. No trucks. No buses.  In fact no vehicles of any type, make or model.

Then I felt the thunder inside my bones.  I projectile spewed poisonous bile filled with scorpions, snakes and vultures.

Every piece of scar tissue on my broken body began to stretch and contort. Tendrils of brightly colored misty fog danced around me chanting in faint tongues.  Seconds, minutes, hours once fleeting gestures became stop motion audibles available only to me.

Two sets of hands one from the sky canopy the other set bursting from the earth zones grabbed and twisted me violently jerking my joints snapping my bones.

Visions melted before my eyes.  My extremities disconnected from my torso turning to mist and fog.  Spun silk swaddled me from birth to winding sheet.

 

Three sets of Gossamer wings sprouted from my back, shoulders and waist.  Like a human cannon ball I exploded into tiny kaleidoscope pieces of gems and jewels.

 

Vaulting  from the atmosphere my body careened around corners narrowly missing those ancient Pearly Gates picking up speed like a runaway freight train derailed from its course I will Live forever transcending logic.  Into new and mysterious truths.

 

Dreams and visions diffuse through my being.  Suffusing internal osmosis.   Breaking apart chaos.  Through synchronicity I was birthed into a trans-mortal being defying gravity, time and space.  Infused with crystal clear definition.

The Rain-forest applauded me.

For I am the Visionary.  The Seer.  The Oracle.

 

Into The Mystical Spring and Summer


 

 

Into The Mystical Spring and Summer

 

Into the Mystical Wisdom of Song and Dance

 

Eight Thousand Tongues giving praise in Bohemia by the Sea

A Landlocked nation filled with rivers, streams, lakes and ponds

 

Spring and Summer remain Captivating Muses awash in Wisdom, Knowledge and Creativity

 

Turn over this Tunic.  This Fabric of Life.  This Tapestry so Flora and Fauna may gaze upon it’s perfection of golden threads intertwined with the viewers Inward Light.

 

A Froth of Ocean sprang from Volcano Lava and ashes

 

We held out our Vessels to collect the Awakening Juices of Earth and Sky

 

Restart and Renew with Favor from Above

 

Daily the Seasons winter and Spring Churned in Battle each seeking to gain Victory over the Land

 

Transition from Frigid freezing cold cruel winter into Warmth of Spring

 

Young Fruitful Luminescent Spring Goddess emerged Victorious and once again the Land, field and earth burst into Green Goddess Colorful song with Trees and Flowers bringing forth fruit and flowers for the enjoyment of all.

Once again Life and Light have Thwarted death and darkness.

 

For I am the Joyful, Happy Cheerful  Radiant  Flâneuse who has set aside the bus and train to Meander   through Meadows, walk across gardens of grace, fecund fields parks of plenty where green spaces abound.  Sandy seashores with Sunny Skies!  Gratefully Contemplating the Wonders  of Spring and Summer!

Arise!  Arise!  Arise!

 

 

 

Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you. Isaiah 60:1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An Overgrown Pond


 

 

 

An OverGrown Pond

 

Where the Koi Jumped for Joy into the sky for the water comes from the sky then returns to the sea

Pistons, electrons, neutrons

 

 

 

 

 

By a Picnic Table caught up in sand

Beside a Piano wrapped around a tree

Where I had cracked an egg filled with red ants over his face

Where once I had tried two more times to plant myself on the portico of the place I had lived posthumously

Every day he would come to the drawing room dressed in a new wig and caftan ready to work on his latest illustrated sonata.

His goal ~~ The Chapel where the outline of an over grown cherub with upturned mustaches, a five o’clock shadow, cigar and swollen gonads graced the ceiling

 

In Her Long Flowing Caftan expectations were high.  Higher than ever before

As she crafted her Caftan Swung to and fro in the Breezes

Swirling & Twirling like a dance in Homage to the Muses and Goddesses of Ancient Times

Swaying Sometimes Billowing Out

Billowing Waving Flapping in Upturned Winds

Powered by gusts of frenetic kinetic energy her billowing Caftan swept over the town and villages spitting out flags, Semi-phores, and coded messages to family cemeteries

Leaving behind satisfied scripts which she added to her burgeoning collection

 

Sending Signals across the Mesa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the Joyful Koi began to play Ragtime 

They jumped up and struck the keys in sequence creating beautiful melodies