Moment in Time

Moment in Time
I wait for that moment in time
That moment I get to shine
& show the world I’m great
That moment to prove to myself & others
That I can…
That moment to clear my head
Of all the worries in the world
& stand on that bigg stage & perform
To give everything I got & leave it there…
To be as confident as a hurricane wind
& as smooth as a ocean wave
To set my place on the mantel
Next to other greats
& look back on my moment
When I shined like the august sun*
I wait for my moment
The moment to claim my spotlight,
To unleash the potential of talent,
To reflect on the great moves
& accept my weaknesses but
Overshadow them with my strengths
To take hold of that moment in time
& cherish it
O’ Lord, O' Lord I wait.
I wait for that moment where
Your favor sits at my right
& your mercy sits at my left
& your honor guides me through…
Through to my destination,
My place of glory,
My moment

My Otha Half

My otha half consists of...

Beautiful days of endless conversation
& ugly nights of miss-communication
the underastanding to know
that man are not perfect
but that women are no less or more of equal

That utter feeling that you get
everytime the lips are kissed
with the feeling of a miss
knowing wthout you, no bliss is felt
just sharp pains of loneliness....

A Touch, Caress, A Gentle Blow
across the neck
assuring that my otha half's presence is right next

Spending time where
minutes seem like seconds
days seem like hours
months seem like weeks
& just a year ago seems like yesterday
when we 1st met & you asked
what my otha half consist of

Ask About Me

People often wonder where
I get my peace of mind,
Where I get my confidence
Or my calm sense of time.

They often ask about my smile
Or even my good looks
My swag that often grabs a room
Or a deep voice that leaves you shook

I’m asked about my grade of hair
Or even my smooth skin
The way I take my time to think
And then move at no wits end.

My loveable sense of humor
Or a heart that never pretends…
I tell em’ its from my Father
Who blessed me with his things
From within.

The closest thing to God I have
Whom I cherish in every way…
So I thank my Heavenly Father
For creating A Father’s Day.

Happy Father’s Day

Peace From Above

Aching hearts filled with Pain.
As I think of the turmoil and darkness the world is in each day.
People are dying and there is SO much hate.
You think to yourself why doesn’t God come and take it all away.
To end the suffering for joy and peace to be restored.
But in that moment you remember one thing more
That with patience, prayer and love
Each day can be overcome…
With the hope and anticipation of Yeshuah’s return
And with the guarantee of his glorious triumph
You can always hold on to that glimmer of hope
The hope you find when relying on the peace from above.

My People

The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.

The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.

Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.

Langston Hughes

To His Love

Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning breaks,
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks,
Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss.
Eyes were made for beauty's grace,
Viewing, rueing love's long pain,
Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain.

Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
His fiery arrows casts:
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, staying in the grove,
To entertain the stealth of love,
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying, in desire,
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire.

Come away, come, sweet love,
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace that should rise
Like to the naked morn:
Lilies on the river's side,
And fair Cyprian flowers new blown,
Desire no beauties but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride,
leasure, measure, love's delight,
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight.

Anonymous

A Poets Call

It has always been easy
to get to my heart.
There is no other way of stating it.
The best poets are lovers,
are receptacles for pain,
joy, injustice
and the innocent smiles for children.
We trust too early and easily.
We read potential in the countless faces of evil.
We carry many, many wounds.
we are often crippled yet some
heal quickly
only to open their hearts
to stories our children can see through.
The right words can send us on
unlimited Journeys.
The hurt in childrens eyes
release fury
in our souls and fists.
Black girls mistreated hair
brings tears.
I do not wish it to always
be this way,
to care too much can damage
one's spirit yet,
the secret to longevity of
significant poets is:
we never give up on love,
poetry &
the smiles of the young.