Poetry
All That I Do Not See
I cannot see Asian or Indian
I cannot see Caucasian or African American
I cannot see Straight or gay
I cannot see Jew or Gentile
I cannot see Ghanaian or Senegalese
I cannot see Hindu or Muslim
Christian or Buddhist
I cannot see West Indian or South American
I cannot see Cuban or Dominican
I cannot see Yoruba or Ibo
Ashanti or Ife
All you see
puts you at war
slices you into pieces
divides you
All I do not see
All that is invisible to me…
the mass of energy
that consumes spirit
burdens spirit with its claims
of truth
has liberated me
made me whole
made me one
with all that I do not see
Copyright 2010, 2017
Ingredients
for
An Afro-American, A Colored A Negro
Ingredients
for an Afro American
a Colored
A Negro:
A gallon of West Africa
some North and Central Afrique added to taste
A gallon of white man-European
boiled in Western thought
Several cups of Muslim
Yoruba
Christian
and ancestor-nature based
Belief systems
rooted in God, Goddess
All That Is Spirit
Two extra cups of Christianity
mixed with
preachers tips
and Negro spirituals
Shake in
an assortment of blues
jazz
Rock & Roll
and a quart
of Gospel music
About two pints
Of Native American
and four centuries of
history flavored with freedom,
enslavement, resistance
Diasporic stew,
Middle Passage secrets
and spiritual warfare
A pinch of abolitionists, Quakers,
underground railroad stations
and some folks who did the the right thing
Add conscious and subconscious
memories of current
and pre-Civil Rights
terrorist acts
Blend in some salty fried toes
Genitals
eye balls
Tar and feathered children
with the bombing of churches,
homes and the destruction of
economically viable
neighborhoods
Sauté the mixture
with some pickled HBCUs
some stuffed segregated institutions
hard work
vision
and the willingness to die
Whip in some figures of authority
-judges, sheriffs, deputies
politicians and employers
with their frozen hearts
their roasted souls
who waged war
and wore
the KKK robes
in their hate filled eyes
Add some Holy Spirit
Creativity
forgiveness
mental breakdowns and a warrior’s spirit
peppered with false imprisonment
stewed chain gangs
picnics featuring barbequed Negroes
attack dogs
and lynchings for entertainment
combine with sanctioned rape of women
and children
molestation
fortitude
dignity
self-education
in the face of death
Use 40
Cups of artistry
and loads of innards
that seek change
Add several pints
of love
anger
hope
fear,
confusion, determination
and a gallon
no- two gallons of
of the American dream
Pour in some African roots
self examination,
research and critical analysis
to taste
Mix with two slimy
but solid buckets
of categorization
cultural development and ingenuity
Include large meaty sprouts
of the evidence of things unseen
doused with scene after scene of the seen
Watch the hatred rise
It will steam
Let it cool
dissolve
From the light
Of God
and the smell
the knowing
of his her love
You must not forget
the mustard seed
the faith
This is essential
It must be continuously
sprinkled
and put
into the
complex mixture
Put a smidgen
of amazing grace
griotte’s secrets
double consciousness
and more seen, after scene of the unseen
Copyright 2013, 2017
Jealousy
Jealousy is silent
like a hot butter knife
waiting to slice
Jealousy is vocal
like a noisy bee
ready waiting to sting
Jealousy is thirsty
like an annoying Mosquito
ready to suck blood
Jealousy is hidden
beneath
unknown visages
at the masquerade ball
Jealousy is ruthless
like the victor
who seeks
to destroy
Some jealousy retreats
when shamed
exposed
to light
Some jealousy pretends
truth
hidden in the arms of love
Some jealousy regrets
guilt offerings
reparations
Some jealousy
lies dormant
awakening
with another’s rise
Some jealousy dies
uprooted
by the sea of change
by the see of change
No jealousy is safe
for its poison
can be deadly
guised in
savorous fruit
For no jealousy is safe
like a poisonous snake
hidden
cascading among the familiar
its deadly tongue
can extract life
in a flash
Copyright 2010
Opus 1: Michael & Whitney: The King & Queen
You raised the bar
and sit on the throne
allowed us to witness
what we’ve never known
A talent, a gift
magnificent, rare
the sacrifices you made
to lift you there
For you’ve both broken records
with the hits on the charts
You redefined the game
while watching the darts
They said near the end
when the sales were much less
that your glory days
were in the West
Numbers count and there’s mass appeal
But the title is earned
One is anointed
Let’s keep it real
Excellence not mediocrity
allows one to reign
setting the standards
not just entertain
For the greats change with time
They understand nature’s flow
They can’t, don’t won’t remain still
That’s how they grow
For when they “stumble”
they “crumble” not
They rise and stand,
and “look to YOU”
to hold their hand
They set goals until that final day
when they shed body
and “this is it”
they say
It is the battle ground
and the omnipotent view
It is the historians call
not what the publicists spew
For when they say you have failed
and the numbers decline
You are still at a place
others would love to mime
You still set the rules
reach that other realm
For we know in our hearts…
You are still at the helm
For if Aristotle were alive
breathless he’d write
how You as artists transmute nature
and pour forth light
And Marian
with a smile would say
“My Lord - my march
What a glorious day”
And Lena would look
with a glow in her eyes
and know her fight-walk
was worth the prize
And Ethel, Handy, Sam and Lady Day
would beam with Otis and Sammy
at the dock of the bay
knowing, at peace
that they paved the way
When they say you don’t shine like you did before
rightly sneer at the peons
for your light helped open the door
You raised the bar
and set the stage
and not a living soul
can change the akashic page
Now, we can have a numbers brawl
but, numbers are only one part of the sprawl
When we are talking art, artistry and skill
your offerings
are not run of the mill
Now, for the record
let’s get it straight
Let’s put aside publicists
and end the debates
Titles come when
you change the landscape
You soared with the angels
gave us goose bumps and we cheered
took art to heights
as the jealous leered
Now, there are some who prefer
to focus on your personal travails
but, I eye
the gifts: the dance, the voice
and how God hails
For human imperfection
is a short story
we all know
but, that higher ground
is a place
that not all artists can go
Mother Houston, Lady Katherine, Daddy John and
Papa Joe tell me your secrets
What how did you do
how they sourced the glow?
What nurtured their creativity
their discipline, their style
This is what is important
for the American file
Creativity in America is on the decline
So why would we not enter and mimic
their creative mind?
Yes, they broke records and topped the charts
and their skills won international hearts
Other artists achieve and make us smile
but the King and Queen
went an extra mile
Whitney makes us salute the flag and stand
each time her voice goes o’er the land
She gave us warmth on 9 1 1
spread the light
when there was no sun
Michael Moon walked into our souls
and made us question our global roles
He used his art to unite and heal
and Whitney showed how
love can steal - feel
When I eye hear the Queen sing
or the King perform
I wonder how long
when another will be born
You soared with the angels
took us to another sphere
We lauded
applauded
and no one came near
We take nothing from Aretha
the Queen of Soul reigns
a master of gospel, pop, opera
not reduced by chains
Dionne, Tina, Patti and Barbara
are in a league of their own
They are the best of the best
This they have always shown
We take nothing from Diana, Gladys, Dinah,
Nancy, the guys, Mamie or Ruth
add Odetta, Etta, Nina, Ma Rainey and Bessie
For their light has given us truth
Little Richard, Jackie and Sam
We know your pain
and acknowledge that
you cleared the land
Jim Crow lynched you and your title was denied
He killed, raped Truth
and took your offspring as his bride
Universal law will clear the debt
That is an edict his children must never forget
Michael and Whitney
You reign supreme
with the Drinkards Watching
You reign supreme
You were are Americans
at the top of your game
made make America proud
at the top of your game
put the world at your feet
at the top of your game
We still dance to your beat
at the top of your game
We still cry when you sing
at the top of your game
You left America proud
at the top of your game
Your voice, your scepter
at the top of your game
asks us to rise
at the top of our game
You gave us your all
at the top of your game
You branded our souls
at the top of your game
We saw God’s light
at the top of your game
Olympians
From Olympus?
Copyright 2013