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Dreams Interrupted

My cat interrupts my dreams
I mean he actually stops them in their seams

My cat interrupts my dreams
A familiar grunt softly at first it seems

Its my cat interrupting my dreams
Again this morning, I think its a scheme

Its my cat, not a bat, with a bat
he’s stretching at the bed post, my heart hears his whispers

Its my cat interrupting my dreams
I welcome the consciousness that his light nibble on my finger brings

Knees to the Ground

This is an excerpt of a poem that I wrote in December 2017 this is the last 2 verses,

No moral compass-no morale-no trust in political leadership to be proud of until our children are safe in schools and our black lives matter in churches.
No you keep kneeling black America, until the Red, White and Blue stands for me and you too.

Keep kneeling as we watch and pray that together we will see a better day
Martin’s dream has yet, to be fulfilled he didn’t get to the mountain top with us and we are not there yet
Black people kneel until America remembers that she is not America without liberty and justice for all

“SOS, I am calling all black people to come on in. . ..”

Reflections

I wrote this elegy after losing one of my closes friends. We were college students together and both singers. Her name was Christy Douglas her persona was fascination and her talent was mesmerizing. She passed away suddenly before accomplishing her goals of becoming a superstar. She was a star in my eyes and I treasured her friendship tremendously. I never shared this poem with anyone until today. 2/25/2018

Reflections
By Dawnna Mathieu (Ashay)
5/03/06

If I were a memory
I would wrap you in a blanket of love

No moment is any fonder
Then when I ponder

Time spent remembering your smile
Miles of laughter and good times
are scented with the reflections of you

This, I will never forget

Nor Regret-creating images as spontaneous as our friendship
Silent reflections as a whispered prayer

My favorite past-time
With love supreme and joy divine
Reflections are all mine

The beginning of 2018 will end with a signicant event: The release of my poetry book Ashay Speaks, by World Stage Press

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I am so excited about the up coming event of my book launch. I need your help in creating a buzz for this incredible work. To wet your poetic whistle a bit, I am going to share one of my poems about the Holocaust based on a painting that I experience that was painted by a Black Victim of Hitler, Josef Nassy.

Ashay Speaks: Poetry on Courage and Black Survivors of the Holocaust book to be released in December 2018

via Ashay Speaks: Poetry on Courage and Black Survivors of the Holocaust

Ashay Speaks: Poetry on Courage and Black Survivors of the Holocaust is a unique and timely literary contribution to the humanities of the twenty-first century. It is a result of research she conducted, while in an Art and Humanities graduate program. Ashay Speaks about life and love as she tells the stories through her poetic ventures. She focuses on her ancestry and create art that edifies the African American community, with a rich tapestry of language, that engulfs the brains of the reader, with the nuances of her literary style. Ashay uses the imagination to bring fourth images that satisfies all levels of poetic intrigue. Her works brings The Black Victims of Hitler out of obscurity, which is a little-known fact among the general public and rarely part of the African American History discourse in academic settings and cultural events….Continue reading the book discription on her web-site http://www.ashayspoetrynmusic.com

So What, We Kneel at the game of life. . .

These verses are excerpts from my poem as a tribute to Miles Davis and John Coltrane.

Come let, those with their bitter attitudes, loose their way, so what
We kneel for a brand-new day. . .Peaceful protest
M L King would approve, feel that syncopated groove, so what

We are onto a better tomorrow, doing greater than our mothers or fathers
David killed Goliath, Cane slew Able and Malcom’s chicken are coming home to roost, so what
Life’s lessons will return again, if you don’t learn them now, So what

Miles and Coltrane, sounded the alarm, edifying the black nation
So what, they don’t like it, our black a-s are no longer chattel, so what
To God, to us we built this country, so what, your denial does not matter. . ..

Karen Bass is a “bad mother shut your mouth, can you dig it?”

Karen Bass Regulation Session

It was a typical Tuesday night
The moon was out and I was relaxing
I stumble upon Jeff Sessions’ interview with Karen Bass

Karen Bass was asking all the right questions her impeccable timing taught me a lesson
Jeff Sessions was stumbling over his words
his beady little eyes swiftly searching for the right verbs, with the look of contempt on his face
A smug, descended on his countenance when asked “Who in the FBI has the authority to authorize a report on Black Extremist Identity Groups that want to kill that police. . . O yeah there is more!

Answers to some this Q: What makes your service or product valuable.

I am so glad you asked.This is how I answered the query.

​I am a wordsmith, poet, spoken word artist, and singer/song writer. I create and add value to the arts in the city. I convey a message of love, piece and hope. I put into words what others feel in their hearts. I teach about the African Diaspora experience. I am clear about my vision as an artist and I enable people to experience the humanities through my visions of artfulness. It is my aim to bring stories about me personal experiences and the greater community out of obscurity. Some of my work focuses on the issues of injustice in our society, some of my work presents historical art work of others that have contribute immensely to our Diaspora experience, but little is known or discussed about their artistic contributions; such as blacks who were Hitlers victims and survived Nazi concentration camps. I am here to raise awareness and of my culture; use my voice so that the masses are knowledgable and can seek peace for the greater good.