Newpanther

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I And I

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I and I
Waited for her lamp light to turn low
Red, white and blue
dimming as the evening approached
Such a warm and welcoming she
Such a welcoming heart she
It was what first attracted
I and I
To she
In the first place
and she will always have my heart
my pledged loyalty to love and protect she
loving she
in the darkness
alone
under multi colored party lights
red, white and blue
declaring my love to she
from the mountains to the prairies
and oceans white with foam
she
will have my heart and whom
I and I
Yearn for
clothed
naked
wrong or right
I and I
love the touch of her hands upon me
hands
Blissfully exploring each and every crevice
Every valley
And when the lights were turned low
I and I
Glanced at her beautiful face
Sleeping peacefully
Closing the door behind me
I and I
Soft footsteps to another place
Where I found she
patiently waiting for
I and I
Her lights low in
Black, Yellow and green
Exploring as much of she
as
I and I
Could
Before she awoke in the other room
Reaching out for
I and I
and finding an empty space
Which should not be empty
She
Welcomed
I and I
Loved me and
I and I
Loved her for as long as I could
Until the alarm
Three little birds on our doorstep
Beckoned
I and I
Back to my ship
She
Bid a warm farewell
As
I and I
slowly disappeared from her view
And she
away from me
Until the next time
I and I
Can be with her again
To love her
And for her to love
I and I
Again
Upon my return
On next year’s cruise
To Jamaica

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		mlowe5 says: Wow, Newphanter! Here I am standing (bad back at 82) reading this beautiful canvas, wearing black pants, yelllow undershirt, green shirt, and a Jamaican flag designed kufi off to sub an art clsss and an African Studies class.! I lived and taught in Jamaica 15 years. Two of my three children were born there! and spent their pre-teen years there. Thanks for this beautiful pen. ONE. Peace and Love. poems by this commentor Imaging Slapped Oppression... Another Haiku Trio Again RHAPSODY IN GRAY
		Newpanther says: Respect everytime, my mentor! poems by this commentor Our Text For Today... And When I Get That Feelin' Nana To The Ninth

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Newpanther

Salvation

moments after when the tears have dried
and I have put aside my emotions
setting them down in a nice glass jar in the center of the living room coffee table
not forgetting where they are when I need to refer back to the old me
and if I need to black out for a moment
apologizing profusely for stepping out of my inner self
remember
it don’t happen too often
often told and knowing truly that my fuse line is longer than that one lane highway across the Nevada desert

I know me

as I grow older
steady mirroring the personality of my daddy
patience level swaying in the wind
needing a moment to dip my toe into the pool

yeah
I know how deep the damn water is

and so I find myself here
alone with me
or
the soft
smooth touch of you
a tall glass of icy pineapple 1800 at my elbow
the sounds of Phyllis Hyman in my ear

The Way We Were

it was all so simple then
late at night with my typewriter
reams of schoolboy paper and black ink pen
and when the spirit moved me in the middle of the night
words were formed
I obeyed the spirit
and began to write
with beads of poetic sweat bouncing from my brow
an out of body moment
never understanding just how these letters altogether formed
fusing together words
sentences
quatrains in military formation
sometimes a haiku
and out of body experience
it just happened
there was nothing ever for me to do
the spirit offering
directing words to pen
remembering those times
it was all so simple then

the way I was
the way we were

periodic interludes of time
many moments of second looks
these things were all over my room
unorganized
later finding their way inside of hole punchers
...

She Loves The Color Blue

she loves the color blue
but ain't got 'em
ain't got the sympathy you think she should have
as you bypass her soul
peering endlessly at what you think you came for
but will leave empty handed

she loves the color blue
but ain't got the smile you see painted on Barbie Doll's face
just the same one she wears when her heart is broken
and when she's chillin' at the weekend house parties
hiding her joy and her pain from you
just like the morning clouds hide the still sleeping sun

she loves the color blue
but got plenty of blackness
sometimes passing for the blues she loves so much
but you gotta look deep within her to find the richness of its hue
regal
like a shining Black Panther she could've been
like a loving black mother she surely is

yeah
she's got plenty of blackness
and shares it with those...

A Warm Moment In Time

I loved her
though she wasn't the cutest girl in the neighborhood
couldn't afford to wear the latest threads
place her delicate feet inside the latest platforms
or shape her afro into the perfect Angela Davis sphere

I loved her
because when she slow dragged with me
I lost all of my insecurities and inhibitions
for the length of the 45 playing on the turntable
words lost their weight
while I held her tightly in rhythm

her warm
even
breathing caressed the side of my neck
and her fingers
sinfully lost
in the deepest part of my afro

when the three minutes were up
I would return to the end of the sofa
and wait patiently
while others took their turns
and lost themselves with her
in their own
warm moments in time

Hiatus

took a hiatus
the side pocket is where it was slowly inserted
placed in its holster with safety clip checked
could be innocent children or poets nearby
smile
you can approach me now
no Clint Eastwood squint
I can see clearly
can think clearly
my pen
is now safely in its holster
letting it smolder for a few minutes
the room cleared
dancehall
now a room where poets gather in rowdy celebration
inebriated
overflowing frothy mugs filled with verbs
adjectives
pronouns shot into the ceiling
and we sat in our wooden chairs
whooping and hollering
careful not call out wayward poets to meet in the dusty road at high noon
a poetic showdown
we all know that a drunken pen can be the most deadliest instrument
widows weeping above poetic graveyards over the hill
and my pen
was safel...

Apocalypse (Haiku Afterlife)

morning cup of joe
apocalypse is over
he did the right thing

and on the third day
the clouds parted from the skies
her name is Harris

a thief in the night
soul of the nation is saved
joy in the morning

almost November
world will do the holy dance
the joy bells will ring

the mark of the beast
says so in revelations
wearing a red hat

six headed serpent
the second set is over
but we serve third set

wolf dressed as a chef
grilled lamb chops on the menu
they still will follow

new Monopoly
she changed the rules of the game
damned glad about it

much reminiscing
women not allowed to vote
that was yesterday

message to these men
she can make her own choices
mind your damn business

Sometimes, I Prune

sometimes
I prune
things that were once
live
vibrant
once having meaning and value
got sick and died along the way
before succumbing
reached out their infested limbs to
infect other well-meaning branches
live
currently having meaning
value
purpose

sometimes
I prune
before the sickness turns my green into a sad
morbid yellow
then
a blackness of death
spreading branch to branch
and eventually
killing the entire tree
which was once vibrant
meaningful
full of purpose
which is the end of me

sometimes
I prune
but before I do
every attempt is made to revive
to survive its sickness
maybe remove a leaf
here or there
I owe it that
because it once had meaning
purpose
once a part of the big picture
part of the trunk<...

I Would (An Anniversary Thing...)

I would
take the same path I once took in younger years
scattered
littered with thorns
gravel
broken glass
boulders
small stones
slowly working my way through the labyrinth
feeling my way through the dead ends
until I found the right path
the exit
at the end
would find you there
waiting for me

I would
give up my simple minded vacation plans
just a day of fighting traffic to get to the Jersey shore
hardly a day of relaxation
to pack and plan a year in advance
fly through the friendly
cloudless skies
landing next to a cruise ship port
next stop
sun
sand
sangria
to my adopted home of Jamaica
among other tasty
Caribbean destinations

I would
stand by your side again and again
tears and/or rain clouding our vision
together
sending loved ones ba...

The Pen Has Super Powers

poetry page one
I'm reporting what I see
poetic Clark Kent

Sloe Gin Fizz

Teddy Pendergrass
close the door and lights turned off
how prom night ended