Let Me Call You Sweetheart


Let Me Call You Sweetheart

 

 

As the Month of February aka The Love Month comes to an end I Honor the Sweethearts in my Life. My Grandparents William and Eva Palmer who were married for around 50 years and my parents Edward & Mable Palmer who were married for 40 years.

Dearest Sweethearts

Tell Me What Heaven is like

Come to Me in My Dreams and tell me of Paradise!

Are Aunt Helen Garcia and Aunt Thelma still as talkative as they were on earth?

It must be great that you get to see Aunt Helen James, Aunt Gladys, Uncle Clarence, Uncle Willie, Cousin Linda, Cousin Bertie, Grandma Hattie Finney. Tell them how much I miss them. Tell them my world has not been the same since they ascended to God.

Are the streets really paved with gold?

Are there 12 Gates to the City?

And What of Jesus and the Angels?

Oh How I long to be reunited with you once more!

No more pain. No more sorrow. No more hurt. To Leave the cares of this cruel world behind!

I know that I’m just passing through onto a better, richer more rewarding Life.

But one day I too shall take my seat at the Welcome Table! What a Great Day that Shall be!

 

 

 

There is never a day that goes by that I don’t think of you!

I’ll See You in My Dreams!

 

 

 

 

Let Me Call You Sweetheart    

 

 

The Return of the Prodigal Daughter 


 

Happy New Year 

The Return of the Prodigal Daughter 



Havana Heart Cabana 

 

Blame it on the Bossa Nova

ROOM OF NOCTURNES

 


 

That Sweet Husky Whiskey Lauren Bacall voice back-lit by fruit and mint flavored jalousies was no match for the Gold, pearls, diamonds and rubies sparking against Obsidian skin.  Sky high stiletto heels worn as birds of prey. Ready to strike at any given moment..

Gourmand cigarillos distilled in Gin.

Nubian Night Cinnamon Cinema.

Queen of the Smokey eye. One quarter open. Three quarters closed.

Her scorching nature aligned with me.

Hair fallen over one eye Aladdin’s Veronica Lake.

JoyBaieda Rueine was the ruin of many a poor man’s soul.  An Enchanting Hazy Super Moon simmering coming to a boil just below the surface.  A Sassy Sexy Sultry Siren.  Springing up during the Gold Rush and leaving just as quickly.

Blame it on the Bossa Nova 

JoyBaieda was an impromptu Madam when necessity dictated.

He Caught wisps of ghosts as she passed by.  Softly illuminated by ambient light gentle rings of smoke formed Saturn’s Hallowed Halos around her womanly curvy body. 

 

Truly she was a conversation Stopper.  Men were lost in Ruminations absorbed in her sensuality.

We are Ebony Swans Ravens in Gilded Forests

 

Saturn’s Sunset Moon Rings

 

JoyBaieda Rueine slowly turned her elegant head barely acknowledging my presence whilst giving me that once over slow up and down visually assessment that Onyx Women are so very good at doing.  Ever so gradually turning the rest of her towards me her lips opening beckoning yet the words burst the mood.

“This place smells like old mens ball sacs.  It’s filled with filthy beer, whisky and gin soaked bums who look like they were just released from the local Bowery Mission hall.  You’re operating a Holding Pen Wastrels!  Are you running a homeless shelter populated with forlorn drunken losers?  No. Wait. I just answered that question. 

You promised me an elegant Bar & Grill serving upscale clientele. An elegant seaside Cabana. Now I feel like I’ve thrown my money down a sewer and invited all the Mole people to come in for cheap drinks on check day!  The Eclipse will be here sooner than you think and you’re still not ready. And if we’re not ready. We can’t go and we’ll be left behind in the mid-1950s forever!

Pig headed bastard!  You’re nothing but a Pretender to the Throne!”

 

Dream Lover Fantasy aborted. Bitch Mode in process. Engage. I felt like I was sitting in a cold damp mist after exiting a relaxing soothing sauna. Breath.

It took all the mental and emotional effort that Emerson Skreech could muster to form sentences that made sense.  Word Selection. Operate.  Emerson had to go through a mental flight plan each time he uttered a sound as he struggled with ill-fitting dentures as well as a pronounced lisp.

Breath. In. Out. In the midst of getting my scrambled thoughts into coherent words She made that serpentine motion with her tongue removing the salt from the edge of her drinking glass in one fell swoop.

 

Room John 3:16

JoyBaieda had consistently checked the dials, gauges, and meters wondering why the absorption rate was glowing so slowly that it was almost at a stand still. Formerly troublesome tremulous Nepenthes had ceased leaving their home-base making it even more difficult to feed the diameters so the process could continue. Even the formerly tremulous thermostat was silent. Quiet. Too quiet…  Made her wonder if the Settlement would survive  Then wonder why the Dayforming process had slowed down to the point of going in reverse.

Must employ the Wisdom of the Strix and their descendants The Nephilim

 

“There were giants on the earth in those days… the sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children to them”. (Gen. 6:4) the Nephilim?

 

 

At that thought She spotted the little multicolored Whirlwind. As she watched it began to spin. As it spun it grew larger whilst moving in a circular pattern as it approached her. Then it began to take the form of a young man with a handle bar mustache, top hat and frock coat.  Unexpectedly a beautiful young woman materialized along side him.

 

With the coming of the Strix Eclipse the Dead shall Mock the Living.

 

Quite the Dapper Gentleman aren’t you Uncle Henry and I see you’ve brought along Aunt Carrie!  Carrie beating Henry to reply with a gentle noble head said, “I tired of the Gibber jab of Hibernia Watson and decided to accompany Henry on this quest,.

JoyBaieda breathed a sigh of relief that Aunt Carrie had accompanied Uncle Henry as Aunt Carrie was a skilled Steamstress.  Surely Aunt Carrie could get to the root of the problem, speed up the Dayformer in readiness for the Eclipse.

Well Now Folks Let the Soiree Begin!

 

 

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Henry Keyser

 

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Aunt Carrie ~~ George Gordon’s Sister

Weeks Prior

Here’s the Key.   Persevere and keep it safe.  Without it The Eclipse won’t accept you or your family.  And with those words of encouragement Busker Boodle and his band of Merry Henchmen were on their way into the Universe.

The memory jerked itself from his mind then became morose and downcast at the uncertain yet certain reality any future relationship with the Gorgeous Hellecat.

Gorgeous Hellecat.  The Odalisque.

Produce the Key and Live.   No Key = Condemnation to a washed out Time Warp Fairy-tale Oasis.

 

 

The rate of Absorption is glowing slowly. And I know why.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Rising Sun
Psycho Barn House

 

 

 

 

 

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Destiny Inhabits the Soul


 

 

 

 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/inhabit/

Inhabit

 

Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse.

Black is not something I do. It is who I am.

It is the place I inhabit and that which inhabits me.

Black is the space where ancestral spirits find place within my soul. It’s music inhabits my every thought and deed. From Be-Bop to Hip-Hop it’s all there never to be displaced no matter my current accommodations.

Calling me Journey. Sojourning for Truth.  Ain’t I a Woman strong and fierce.

Calling me Traveler for I have inhabited many shores. I strode forth without ever leaving my home.

Home is the place that inhabits me. Every cut corner ragged edge begs to be filled. Silence inhabits uncharted symphonies of mindless cacophonies. Symphonic Blasts inhabit the Universe.

Museum paintings and sculptures inhabit three planes: Past, Present and Future. Transformation begins via viewers lending voices to long forgotten pasts. Silent Interiors speak Volumes but only the selected of the masses can hear its voice.

The butterfly leaps from Chrysalis thrust into Arboreal fields. In tune with Eternal Firefly beings.

Street Urban Art Inhabits dreary dry brutalist streetscapes revamping the atmosphere paying Silent Verbal Homage to fallen heroes kept from whited sepulchral one-sided gallery spaces.

The past inhabits the future while dullards look askance on those not like them. The past inhabits the present whilst clinging to a more hopeful future.

Past and current inhabitants on a collision course with destiny. Destiny inhabits the storm.

The Great Soul inhabits All Souls at birth yet flees from the wicked. Let Grace Abound.

Yes We Inhabit a strange land mystically inhabiting three spheres. Counterclockwise orbits inhabiting galaxies.

 

 

 

A Love Supreme in Search of Me.

 

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One Word Photo Challenge: Family


 

https://jennifernicholewells.com/2017/03/21/one-word-photo-challenge-family/#like-15516

One Word Photo Challenge: Family

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Part III: People, Places & Things

If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!

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This week’s word is Family!

My Family Past and Present from the 19th Century to the 21st Century!

 

 

 

 

Fannie Lou Hamer


 

This is Well Worth a ReBlog for Black History Month Feb. 2017!! Celebrating the Women Warriors of the Civil Rights Movement!!  Long Live the Revolution!!

Fannie Lou Hamer ~~ One of the Queen Mothers of The Civil Rights Movement

I know that this weekend Americans are celebrating the Birthday and Life of Martin Luther King, Jr. but I want to focus on the Mothers of the Civil Rights Movement in America. Many Americans have no idea about these great African American Women who risked life and limb for the freedoms we now all enjoy and some take for granted. They endured jail under harsh conditions and were often beaten within an inch of their lives just because they wanted to register to have the Right to Vote!  Seems shocking but in terms of American History these protests, marches and speeches took place a scant 50 or 60 years ago. As I have heard some of the elders say, We Stand on the Shoulders of Giants. Fannie Lou Hamer is one of those Giants.

“God will not have his work be manifest by cowards,”- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Fannie Lou Hamer – “I Don’t Mind My Light Shining”

 

Fannie Lou Hamer – “We’re On Our Way”

 

Fannie Lou Hamer – “Until I am Free You are Not Free Either”

 

Fannie Lou Hamer : At the 1964 Democratic National Committee

As most of my readers know by now I’m not a woman who holds her tongue. I’m bold, brash, outspoken and unafraid. I call things as I see them. A Revolutionary, Activist and Outcast all wrapped into One! I’m beholden to no man save the Lord God. Real Life. Real Talk. Grown Folks speech.  Where do I get my Fierceness from?

I have neither chick nor child. Thelma Palmer Varner

I’m Free, Black & 21. Edward G. Palmer

Deborah all you need to do in this life is Stay Black, pay taxes and die. Edward G. Palmer

I also remember all the stories from my mother Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Grandmother Hattie Finney Banks, Maternal Aunts Helen James and Gladys Young; Paternal Aunts Helen Palmer Garcia and Thelma Palmer Varner of what it was like to be Black during the early part of the 20th Century. Jim Crow at it’s worst. Now there is a resurgence of hatred against People of Color and those who follow faiths outside Christianity. Yes History does repeat itself. The Tea Party, Christian Identity Movement, American Nazi Party, Klu Klux Klan, Fox News are all wearing the same White hoods under their three piece designer suits.

Back in 2014 when I turned 55 I entered the Council of Elders. I take my position and responsibilities seriously. I cannot and will not stand idly by while people are persecuted, harassed and bullied simply for the color of their skin. I believe everything happens for a reason. God, the Universe, Lord, Jehovah or Creator places us in certain situations to see what we will do, how we will react and will we really Live our Christianity or whatever faith you follow. As the Bible says, Faith without works is dead.

So as the expression goes if you can’t take the heat get out of the kitchen!  Okay So you know what’s coming next!! Get Ready!!

F.E.A.R ~~ False Evidence Appearing Real

We hide behind that Wall of Silence thinking if I’m just quiet enough I can slip under the radar. They won’t see me. I can hide and everything will be alright not knowing or not caring that Silence = Death.

We’ve become a society of trained apathetic circus clowns who when the powers that be say jump we ask how high. If we shuck and jive continually bowing down to the institution plantation head clowns. If we kiss their ass long enough perhaps we will be permitted the privilege of being allowed to slave another day.

Reduced to a mass of sniveling groveling cowards we’ve sold our birthrights for the few crumbs that drop from the Overseers table. We rant and rave against Trayvon Martin, Ferguson, Staten Island and other atrocities but back away from the injustice in our own backyards. Completely ignoring all the weapons within reach, easily at our disposal. All we have to do is pick them up use them but instead we say it’s not happening to me so I’m safe. Safe for how long? Who guarantees that you’ll magically be released at the age of 62 or now 66? There are no outside saviors. It’s you that will make a difference. Do you really think that by ignoring the cries of others that evil, harm, & wickedness won’t come your way? You’re living in a glass bubble. And why post scriptures of peace, love and redemption without acknowledging that even Jesus got angry and threw the money-changers out of the Temple. But No we mix idly among thieves, robbers, rapists, stalkers tethered to electronic mind numbing devices entranced by technological marvels ignoring the mud and filth accumulating on our clothes while building empires in the sand. Yes the brainwashing has been completed successfully and the new slave masters smile from on high.