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A Poetic Soliloquy To My Father...

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I invoke you—

Spirit of my father,

invoke you:

Worshipped ancestor

Spirit.

You who sits at feet of God;

In whose image

We and the universe were created.

In life, the meeting of our eyes

Is a lost memory; yet

In life, sons and daughter

Are spitting images—thee and me.

As these eyes and mine meet,

I yearn that our eyes to meet again

In this transitory earth bound world.

Ah, but I am consoled in the revelation,

That you in ancestral world are preparing;

And that we shall enter into a glorious immortality.

I invoke you;

Spirit of my father, I invoke you

In the spitting images of sons and daughter—

Be pleased in these humbled seedlings

In whose human forms your spirit is transformed;

And in whose life forces your spirit will forever abide.

Spirit of my father, I invoke thee; spirit of my father, abide in me.

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		Charles2 says: powerful inquiry into the spiritual world. strong connections never die poems by this commentor ever ...through the night Ingots things ...to+do
		tinesia30 says: IN Jesus name AMEN. Powerful write . poems by this commentor Out the Mouth of Babes This Generation Will Rise Red light Blue light
		mlowe5 says: Thank you, C2, tinesia30 and love_supreme. My dad died when I was just a year and a half years old; my baby sister was just six months old. I and she, have no keloid memories of our Dad. But the Uncles who "Daddyed" us always reminded us of the greatness of our birth Father.. I have also penned a poem for those great Uncles who lived to hear our children call "GrandPa!" There is no Family like the Black Extended Family. Peace and Love, mlowe5. poems by this commentor CONTEMPLATING THE JOURNEY... what tha hell...??? Daylight Spring Time

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY mlowe5

MORE MOCKERY...

Gender equity,

Void in a democracy,

Shows its mockery:-

COSMIC POETIC BUTTERFLY

When your mind

the cocoon

of your spirit

releases

let the rhythmic wings

of your being

soar you

streamlining

the airways of life

with your essence

of healing words

of graceful liberation

to those cosmic beings

in the universe of life

awaiting their hydrating

oxidation of the onederful

onement of the oneness of

your onedering peace and love:-

SOAKED AND WET...+

Rain flowed down today,

Leaving my soul soaked and wet:

Blessed with healing grace:-

FORGET...???

Some things

you do not forget.

Tried to forget

to go to sleep once;

Tried to forget

to pee once;

Thought I forgot

to breathe once:-

TO THE PARTY OF THE POOR

Stop begging momey,

The vote wins the election;

Just beg fo votes:-

Our votes are priceless,

More powerful than gold;

And more respected:-

Poor and homeless vote,

Selecting who they feel cares:

Go focus on this!

UPWARD AND ONWARD... (ANOTHER MLOKU)

Gradually the stars and the full moon decided

to move onward,

And the golden dawn appeared with the bright sun

rising into daylight;

Blessed to be perpendicular, in labors of love, I

went forward:-i

GERMINATING GRASS

Green

Grass

Glowing

Gracefully growing

God’s great greeting Glory

VOTER AWARENESS AND POLITICAL WINDS...

As the American

Political world turns

Its winds of change

Are blowig with

An enormous increase

In voter pressure:-

To determine

The direction

In which these winds blow

Ironically the political

Pressure gradient force

Of the political parties

Seems to be focused

On money rather than

Political ideology:-

Thus let us ever

Be mindful that it is

Our Vote That Is The Sun

In the political forces

Determining the directions

In Which political winds blow:-

MEDALS OF LIBERTY

If Liberation was deemed

To be Gold,

The Emancipation must

Have been Silver,

With Desegregation being

Considered Bronze;

And this Crap going on today,

Must be Rusted Tin:-

FIRST PLACE

The finish line waits;

Be the first crossing over---

Labors of love done.