Poetry Form: English Madrigal
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Hello everyone! I am excited to share this new poetry form. The English
Madrigal is one of many varieties of …
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Jerry W. Ward, Amiri Baraka, Black poetry studies
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Amiri Baraka and Jerry W. Ward, Jr. September 2004, Furious Flower
Conference (Virginia)
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A 15 Year Revision
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a refrain of "he's a bad person" rings
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Far From BasYc by G.L. Lambert
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hold me to this
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becoming softer after every compromise
brittled and self-destructive, we were charring
into sharper malicious states of being
compressing ourselves into mo...
Life happens...
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My baby boy is 12...
My baby girl almost 1...
Life happened so i did not post anything in forever.
Well Same moonlight for our Dreams is coming back.
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THE JEM MOVIE'S SHANA AND COLORISM
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from a decidedly brown-skinned black girl with a big bouncy purple fro to a
beige biracial "safely black" girl with straight hair
This strikes close to hom...
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Hey there, fighter
it will get brighter.
Take a breath, a little deeper
and bring your faith a little higher.
Remember, you are a leader
not a follower..
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Inhale the yawning frost
let it gather and collect
beside your sleepy heart
drowsy from neglect.
Rest your ghostly frame,
hush her muddled drawl.
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....oh how i miss the power of your writings ...can't put into proper words just how deeply this piece touches me....beautifully written my friend...blessings
Oops, how much can a dying love hurts... I wonder, should love ever die? Not that we live in fairytales, but perhaps human race has lost the truth about love.
"...denial is a harsh mistress." Indeed. Excellent write. I've read Kubler-Ross in trying to understand depression. Your poem is both artful and insightful.
I think you meant "inevitable" instead of inventible. I love words and love to learn new ones, sorry if this appears somewhat odd but I looked your word up and it doesn't exist. I totally dug this, hope shattered is always painful.
Potent write! Beautiful language paints a canvass that is coloured with sadness,loss, beauty and a lyrical free verse flow. Beautiful when read aloud as well. A compelling write that makes this reader want to delve into the writer that is you :)
Your perspective on denial is interesting. "tattooing on the wall of a crumbling dream" is a great image. I haven't read Kubler-Ross so don't know if inventing the comfort of grief is from her writing or your thought, but makes one pause, and agree that in a certain way grief can be comforting.
I love it when writers say things in new ways such as your "hemoglobin sunset." The images this one phrase evokes are powerful and unique and wonderfully vivid.
....oh how i miss the power of your writings ...can't put into proper words just how deeply this piece touches me....beautifully written my friend...blessings
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ReplyDeletefantastic piece.
well penned.
very true words. its very touching and truthful.
ReplyDeletepowerful word imagery!
ReplyDeletewow... sometimes i forget how lucky I am to have such great opportunities to read the works of such amazing writers...
ReplyDeleteThings we find when we look beyond, glad i clicked on your tab.
ReplyDeleteYou rendered this completely true to the heart. It is delicious.
ReplyDeleteOops, how much can a dying love hurts... I wonder, should love ever die? Not that we live in fairytales, but perhaps human race has lost the truth about love.
ReplyDeletegreat write - its an eddy of emotion, one that one willingly is apt to let the swirls overtake the mind
ReplyDeleteA perfect piece here.. loved the last line!
ReplyDeleteI could relate to it- now moved on; the scars remain.. :)
Hugs x
"hemoglobin sunset"--fabulous phrase! Thanks so much for sharing this one for the rally, and for your feedback on my entry!
ReplyDelete"hemoglobin sunset" is an amazing image! Loved the entire piece. Thanks for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeletesome nice word play...the death of love, luckily it is often the phoenix rising back from the ashes...perhaps elsewhere...
ReplyDelete"...denial is a harsh mistress." Indeed. Excellent write. I've read Kubler-Ross in trying to understand depression. Your poem is both artful and insightful.
ReplyDeleteI think you meant "inevitable" instead of inventible. I love words and love to learn new ones, sorry if this appears somewhat odd but I looked your word up and it doesn't exist. I totally dug this, hope shattered is always painful.
ReplyDeletea lot of pain in the loss and pulling away of anything that was once filled with love....the word grief is all to real....bkm
ReplyDeletePotent write! Beautiful language paints a canvass that is coloured with sadness,loss, beauty and a lyrical free verse flow. Beautiful when read aloud as well. A compelling write that makes this reader want to delve into the writer that is you :)
ReplyDeleteinteresting that you included the swiss-american death scientist elisabeth kübler-ross - and yes i agree - grieving can be comforting...deep write
ReplyDeleteYour perspective on denial is interesting. "tattooing on the wall of a crumbling dream" is a great image. I haven't read Kubler-Ross so don't know if inventing the comfort of grief is from her writing or your thought, but makes one pause, and agree that in a certain way grief can be comforting.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my place.
The comfort of grieving...great combination
ReplyDeleteWow,that's all I can say. powerful.
ReplyDeleteI love it when writers say things in new ways such as your "hemoglobin sunset." The images this one phrase evokes are powerful and unique and wonderfully vivid.
ReplyDelete"All that's left is the comfort of grieving"
ReplyDeleteGreat!
So good.
ReplyDeleteWow. That was powerful! I loved this style of your writing. You always impress and never disappoint!
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