Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Amor ............... Prose Poem




Laying in the darkness

With my head between your bosun

Listening to the soft slow beats of your heart

Pondering on how I had found a love that was not only stronger then time

But stronger then life itself

A love that has overtaken the being of me

A love that has reach beyond the soul inside of me

A love that burns in my heart hotter then the sun

While wrapping around my flesh like a cool breeze on a hot summer night

A love that has turned into a everlasting love,

That will last for the eternity...



HVD





Friday, February 5, 2010

One Love ............ Prose Poem ......























When I first met you, I never Image me, in love with someone like you

Nor did I imagine someone like you, in love with someone like me

But slowly over time, your love worked its way into my heart, mind, and soul

Even when my mind was uncompromising, refusing to take your softer approach to life miseries, your love seep into my mind and transformed it, so I could see the entire light of day


Your love took my hand and held it in my time of desideratum

Your love took my will and conformed it

Your love breathe life into my wondering soul, so it could walk straight on the narrowest paths of life, while making my spirit whole, while never letting me be, the same lost man of old

Your love took my heart and molded it to fit inside yours, so they would beat as one

Now we walk in this life, as of one whole

Your love help me thru it all, by helping me to hold on to my faith, when I gave up hope

Your being has filled me with an incredible love, without taking out the man I was, while adding what I needed to become the better man I have become


When life's weight became unbearable for me to lead us, your love of me took the extra load off my shoulders and walked in front of me, until I was able to lead again

You are and shall always be, the constant motivation within my life, and I will never let go of your precious love, that I have become forever addictive too

I thank God for making you, I thank you for choosing me, to be the man you gave your precious love to

... With All My Love ...





Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Reflection ..... Prose Poem


Sunrays of different hue hover above the waterfall...

Vision of clear blue skies envision inside my mind,

As it rest at this place of tranquil peace

Lungs slowly inhale and exhale as my body sleeps

Warmth touches my flesh

Softness touches my soul

Eyes slowly open to a new day...

A quick deep breathe

Her presence is felt near

Eyes open

Vision sharpens

A smile crosses her face

As her fingertips rub gingerly on my shoulder flesh

Awakening me to a lovely new day

With her touch of love, and deep affection....





Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Black Woman... Collaborate Poem with M.KARRIEM SALEEM





BLACK WOMAN

THE FAIREST AMONG
THE GODS.
U,
WHO HAVE N'SPIRED MY MIND.
U,
WHO HAVE PLEASED MY EYES,
WITH THE THICKNESS.
U,
FROM WHOM I CAME FROM.
BLACK WOMAN.
U,
FROM MY M'AGINATION.
WHO FLOW LIKE THE
BLACK INK OF MY PEN.
N2 POETIC VERSES.
U,
PUT THE NEEDLE 2 MY HEART.
HAVING ME SINGING LOVE SONGS.
LYRICALLY LICKING,
STROKING.
YOUR EARDRUMS.
LET THE PASSION OF MY WORDS.
TOUCH YOUR SOUL LIKE A GENTLE
SUMMER BREEZE.
BLACK WOMAN.
U,

GIVE ME LOVE THATS SO.
NEUROTIC.
CHAOTIC.
EXOTIC.
EROTIC.
I'M HIGH ON U LIKE,
A POTENT NARCOTIC,

RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS

U,

BLACK WOMAN

HAS A VOICE OF REASON SO COMPELLING

IT OPENED MY EYES SO WIDE

THEY CAN SEE THE VASTNESS OF THE UNIVERSE,

WHILE LEAVING MY MIND STILL ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE SIMPLICITY OF THE WORD,

ME...

U,

BLACK WOMAN

HAVE A DESIRE FOR LOVE,

THAT REACHES THROUGH MY MORTAL FLESH,

TOUCHING MY HEART

MY MIND

MY SOUL

WITH SURREAL SOFTNESS OF LOVING LIFE,

MAKING MY LIFE TWICE FOLD

U,

BLACK WOMAN,

TAKE THE MYSTERY OUT OF BLACKNESS

WHILE MAKING THE WORD BLACK

PURE AS WHITE SNOW

U,


BEAUTEOUS

LOVING

ACCOMMODATING

CAPTIVATING

KAMA,


WONDERFUL

OUTSTANDING

MAGICAL

ALLURING

NURTURING, VIRTUOUS BLACK WOMAN...


U,

MY BLACK WOMAN

COMPLETES THE BLACK MAN,

IN ME...

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Silent Touch .... Prose Poem

Lips embrace tightly

Breath held

Lips taste

Kiss of passion

Fingertips touch the sexes

Woven bodies embrace tightly

His essence is felt,

Touching my soul...

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Holiday Delight


Under the Xmas tree so delicate and small

You could barely see her between the big presents as she gingerly crawled

Not knowing this was a special day, not only for her but for us all

Daddy's first born was mesmerized, by all the colorful packages, so pretty and tall

One by one she pushed them, and watched them tumble and fall

Laughing out loud, this little girl was just having a ball

Her daddy watching and laughing, taking pictures while he hid in the hall

Taking precious pictures of his first born first Xmas, for us all to be able to recall


Mommy hands daddy's little girl her first present and tried to show her how to get it unwrapped

At first, she just smiles and watches, because she thought this has to be a trap

Because, all the times before, when she tore open a box she heard the words," stop it, you little rat"

With an I'm innocent look; she looks at me like, "hey daddy", you and mommy need to have a little chat


Once coached on how to tear open the bright pretty box

This little rascal opened them all, like an old skillful, gray fox

She never stopped, until she came to my new pair of navy blue socks

She test tasted them, but by the look on her face, they must have tasted, like a dirty rock


After she had them all opened, she didn't know quite what to do

So she started playing, with her mothers worn out pair of blue house shoes

I handed her a new doll, shaped like a baby kitty cat

But her favorite first Xmas toy, was her mothers old, worn out brown hat.


My next best Xmas, was after my second child was born

I recall it well, that's when my wife must have lost her mind, by buying our first born, her first musical horn

Now, who would even thought, a six-month-old child, would know how, not to share

The more we tried to make her, the more she showed us, she didn't really care


This holiday is the celebration of Jesus first born day

But please, don't forget about all your glorious past holidays

They all are special, in their own unique way

And that is all; this 1man has to say...


Happy Holidays ... Peace Be Still ... 1manview ...