I see an old man who does not speak. I wonder what vampire stole his voice. Is his breath next? I bet he was a poet once. Who is to tell, not he nor I. I see a young lady with the mind of a child. I have no idea if she is cursed or blessed. I have nothin...
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The old man comes each night He patiently watches till morning light Watching and smiling he sees all He glows and beams as he watches us all He brightens the night And makes shadows disappear All while smiling from ear to ear
My Papa told me long ago You can see the wind by the moving leaves The weeping of angels When it rains The singing of birds How they welcome the day Things are visible If one looks hard enough To look deep inside of another heart To hear the love in a vo...
Black Beauties, or: from Mali to East Africa, spanning a continent
opening a discussion long overdue on race (?)Black Beauties, or: from Mali to East Africa, spanning a continent The short, heavy, gleaming cashier -- I was afraid to say why -- I was so distracted -- stunned almost -- by the historic hairdo she wore so . . . well, it reminded me so strongly of Mali...
Let Me Love You Just The Way You Are
A poem dedicated to people whom I love because they love me.Let Me Love You the Way You Are By Captain Midnight Based on the song “Just the Way You Are” by Billy JoelFor Hotstuff and for three other women not here. I love you all. Oh … There are people Who love to judge us Based on what we’ve done So far … Mm mm m...