Good Morning America
(in my Bernie MC voice, I surely do miss him)
America we are head for the brink of disaster if we don’t get our priorities in order.
Humanity is the only thing that will keep us growing, thriving and surviving.
That thing that we all are looking for is love.
Its the thing that comes for above.
Above the madness the clouds are nothing existent
Good Morning America, rise to the occasion of forgiveness
Admit your mistakes and you will grow in grace.
Our children deserve a chance to run in a race free of hatred, bigoted scenery
Good morning America, when to bombs bust in the air, no-one will care.
“What set you from, your klan, creed or the color of your skin.”
There are not lethal weapons that just take out the poor and leave the rich behind
Wake up America from the sleep on mediocracy and advance in the dance of discovering other space and times.
Good morning my sweet land of freedom rining from the majestic hill tops of Georgia
Good morning America from the shores of the Pacific beaches that are nestled in the Arcadia of the oranges groves past
Good Morning America (to Be continues)
“Just Like Music”
My friend doesn’t understand Poetry. . .
“It needs come music” he says . . .
Oh, there is more, in my up coming book; Ashay’s Speak
I recently celebrated my birthday.
I wrote a poem because a friend of mine gave me a pretty journal with flowers on it. Her request that I write my pretty poetry in that journal. So, I obliged her and wrote these verses.
“My Garden of Friends”
Birthday’s are special
My garden of friends grow strong
April showers, Fall
Expectations would make a great subject for a poem.
I going to have to think about writing one. One expectation that I find consistent in the literary world is that a writer is always writing. Perhaps a writing is more like a philosopher. Always thinking. . .Humm!
I am excited about my opportunity to share my poetry @ that launch of Rise, an Anthology of poets from the Los Angeles area. Here I have put excepts from my poem, Slaves No More printed in the Anthology edited by Mark Lipman.
Our humanity is in our DNA
Our dignity tossed overboard by the meat ships that sailed the Atlantic
“No more weeping and a wailing. . .” freedom physically for us has arrived.
Our suffering now is of an intellectual and spiritual kind.
What would Nat Turner, who led rebellion in 1839, say to our black young folks today?
“Your freedom came at a very high cost, but some yawl still choosing to be lost!
We still live like we’re not oppressed in a land; marginalized by bad water and police brutality.
The shackles on our mind is slavery; the overseer, mass communications
Steals the soul and exploits our Nubian minds, sells our souls up the rivers of destructive imaging.
Dresses up and pants down is an indication that our self-esteem ground level thinking.
Black men stop generically stop labeling black women hoes, the commodity of capitalism that is not the true meaning of Hip Hop.
You guest it the rest is in Ashay Speaks!
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Los Angeles, CA 90804
This is an update about my coming book. I am so excited.
Today is also a day that I write a poem.
The thing that is most dangerous are unmet expectations.
Let them go with each breath that you take .
Expecting something that will make everything alright eats at the soul.
Let them dissolve into the ether of forgiveness.
Let serenity nature the anticipation of the unknown.
Expect nothing of anyone with the anticipation of waiting for yours to come.
Life will bring balance in the corridors of willingness.
In September 2014, my life came crashing down. I lost my beloved daughter, Marian Monique “Mimi” English. She was born January 22, 1977. So, I am thinking about her today as her natal birthday approaches. This is what emerges out of the ashes of my grief.
I could cry for a thousand years
Tears could not covey deep sorrow’s painful howls.
I felt them when I lost you.
My heart possessed the joy of comprehending the gate of separation.
The sting of death will never immobilize my love for you.
Captured in memories are the essence of family;
United in ancestry that lives on forever in history.
Time stand on the cliff of Infinite wisdom.
I cling to the hope that someday we’ll meet again.
Far beyond physical dimensions of time. . . .
Just one taste brings mahogany raptures to its senses.
Try not to miss, me
abated breath waiting to exhale. . .
The other day. I got into it a bad way with a friend
Someone I knew I would know until the end.
The end came much to soon.
An argument ended it all.
The laughter, the talks, the philosophical differences.
I really didn’t know that you felt the way you did.
I heeded the warning in your eyes and knew our
friendship would be over.
I don’t do loud angry outburst.
That shit that makes you think “This bitch is crazy.”
The truth be told, I knew that this day would come.
The temperament of bullshit, has become apparent.
Good riddens is how I really feel, Have a nice life
My only responsibility is to forgive.
I am sorry that it had to end this way, but I think
your better off without my input.