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IN THE ARENA OF HUNG-UP HANG-UPS

CATEGORY

In this country’s marathon of human life,

panther hued sheep are always on the mark,

set and ready for the challenges of the lead

and erasers of the pencils of systemic racist

oppression.

Standing, walking, riding, driving, running

and just jumping around have become like

daily death sentences for people of color on

the tracks and fields and in the pits and pools

of daily life.

What would normally be pit-stops along the

road of life are now normal traffic-stops of death

by knees, arms, and loaded hands of whites that are

always in the right even when filmed in the bright light

of day or night.

Indeed, each day perpendicular to the ground is blessed

for we black-inked ones not yet parallel in the purgatory hole

of the daybreak that has not been seen in the olympiad arena

of today’s pontificated extravaganza of this country’s optimized

racist bigotry.

Today, the liquid spirit of liberation flows through the shadowed

seams of the weaving hope, faith, graciousness, and the vibing

H-Boult rhythms proudly spiking towards the tender revelations

of the tangible reality that Ray and Steavy saw sailing towards

the finishing line.

Never again will we sing an anthem of before I’ll be a slave, I’ll be

dead and buried in my grave and go home to be free; oh no!

I was born free—burst from the womb—flowing down the loins

of liberty; destine to freely participate in the reality of God’s

rainbow of colored life.

Oh no!—this time—ain’t nobody gonna turn us around;

for we have finally realized that the trophy of freedom—

liberation—has never been given freely; rather, it has always

been fought for on the decathlon battlefield of liberty. Thus,

sitting around waiting on the trophy to be given is bad; not

getting up and taking it is worst!

So let us hurdle and shadow my bad with I’m so glad Jesus

lifted me…singing glory alleluia…Jesus lifted me…and now I’m

on the battlefield of the Lord with wrinkleless hope in my soul’s

spirit; the trowel of faith in one hand and the breathing sword

of God’s liberty in the other!

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IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION

I once wallowed in apathy;

I once had feelings of being unworthy;

I once struggled with fathering failure;

I once, in anger, felt God had abandoned me;

Then, keloid memories of the childhood lesson,

In gracious spirituality, massaged my paining soul;

And with amazing divine wisdom and guidance,

I exercised the healing grace of the message

And was lessoned in the awareness taught:-

In renewed soul searching prayer,

I sought action to replace apathy,

And labors of love were found;

I asked for help in arriving

At belief in my self’s worthiness,

And it was profoundly given unto me;

I knocked on that door of determination,

It opened widely, ushering out failure

And ushered in faithful persistence:-

With forgiveness and supreme love,

BALLOTING WISELY

With faith in ourselves,

And with hands of liberty,

Let’s vote out evil:-

VOTING POWER

The plan is oneness,

And we're wholly its success;

We have the power:-

SERENITY...

Hate trying to climb…

Naturing winds of peace blow...

Love scattering hate…

IN THE NOW OF WARING TIMES

The time is now

And now is the time

To no longer scream

“No justice…No peace”!

“Black lives matter”!

“Power to the people”!

We must now declare

And go to ensuring war

Making democracy

And equality reality:-

And no it does not

Have to be guns firing

And bombs dropping;

It simply needs to be

Voting empowerment

And other changing actions

That also makes the Constitution

More than just words

But a living document of liberation.

Yes there can be war

Without collateral

Damaging murder

When the focusing action

Becomes the “killing off”

Of apathetic mentality

Towards constitutional

Irregularities

Denying constitutional...

TO AN INSPIRING CHILD I KNOW

Know that you are not God’s punishment

To your parents for something they did or didn’t do:-

Never ever feel that you are unworthy

And lesser than anyone else in this world we live in;

For you, dearly beloved, are God’s gift to this world.

The disfiguration you survived and carry,

Is of your body and not of your beautiful mind:-

It’s a deformed physicality rather than a skewed

Reality of your mentality and beautiful spirituality:-

It is not the body that determines our worthiness;

Rather, it’s the supreme rendering of our soul’s spirituality

And the divine wisdom and guidance we have and give humanity.

Know that you are the survived glorious embodiment

Of thanksgiving faith, hope, peace, and healing love:-

Continue to share your enjoyment and gla...

TURTLES OF LIBERTY

In the race of life,

Let us be as the turtle,

Rather than as the hare:-

Let self assurance,

And motivated focus,

Pace our journeying:-

Our shelling wisdom,

And paced determination,

Mirrors destiny:-

The Distance is long…

Let patience be a virtue…

Resilience shelled…

The race may be slow,

But liberty is coming—

Let’s steady our pace:-

Praise longevity,

Ancestors’ footprints

leading—

Persistence fueling:-

We’re shelled in oneness;

Turtling along the way—

Winning liberty:-

TO BEING HERE ON A GLORIOUS DAY

Because you are in it,

This is indeed, a blessed day

To fully enjoy and be glad in:-

While some have been called in,

You have been given another day

To be an instrument of His Peace

And a daily reflector of His Love:-

Despite the painful challenges

This day shall confront you with,

Healing grace and divine wisdom

Shall guide you in conquering feats:-

Thus, in living hope and faith,

You must enjoy this day, and fulfill it

With labors of love to others and self:-

TO OUR BELOVED YOUTH

Being the seeds of the seeds

Of the fruits of your beginnings,

Yours is the destiny to ensure reality

To the visions of dreams deemed deferred:-

(There is much for you to pursue and do)

Listen, chickens have their coops;

You, our beloved, are eaglets:

Heirs of daughters of the moon

And sons of the shining sun!

(There is much for you to pursue and do)

Focus your revealing eyes;

Spread your wings wide;

Feather well your nest;

Soar in great glory!

(There is much for you to pursue and do)

The All Seeing Eye is upon you;

The Pyramids stand before you;

Flowing waves are behind you;

Liberating shores awaiting you:-

(There is much for you to pursue and do)

N...

A JUNETEENTH REFLECTION

Celebrating strong

Total liberation sought

JUNETEENTH reflecting

As we celebrate

Let us be re-energized

The battle goes on

Books Written By Poet

IN THE ARENA OF HUNG-UP HANG-UPS

IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION

BALLOTING WISELY

VOTING POWER

SERENITY...

IN THE NOW OF WARING TIMES

TO AN INSPIRING CHILD I KNOW

TURTLES OF LIBERTY

TO BEING HERE ON A GLORIOUS DAY

TO OUR BELOVED YOUTH

A JUNETEENTH REFLECTION

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