Thank you for taking time to read my poem. I appreciate all of you who come here to read and comment.
First, I would like to thank Christine and David. Christine, thank you for the nomination to be PoW. David, thank you for your time and effort in organizing and bringing us the W3 poetry prompts each week.
This is a first for me (pun intended) 😊. Hosting a poetry prompt, I am humbled. I hope you all enjoy and I am excited to read the responses. Have fun creating!
Reminiscent Summertime
An echo poem
It all began with a glance glance A quick look that had me in a trance trance Butterflies in my stomach do a dance dance Not like the two-step but the Harlem shake shake
My first adolescent crush crush Had my face all flushed flushed Suddenly cheeks turn beet red like blush blush Ah this puppy love, what a rush rush
Holding hands at summer camp camp Eyes light up bright, like a lamp lamp Sweat beads on my forehead, damp damp Oh, I wonder if he thinks I’m a tramp tramp
Only one thing is for sure sure Summer camp is nothing but pure pure Hot fun in the lush green land land One must experience it to understand understand?
Answer me this Bring awareness to the Complex idea about love Does it happen organically Exempt from conditions Free of judgments Gratuitous just for its existence Hopeful for its longevity Imagine finding lasting love Just once is enough Knowing some may never have Love is like a cup of tea Making the heart feel warmth Needing no validation from others Only building excitement for Pleasure purpose and peace Quick to turn away opposition Releasing any and all doubt Soothing the body mind and soul Tension leaving with each tantalizing touch Unleashing stress from the day Vanquishing control with each caress Wishing the best for all Xenodochial by nature Yearning for that feeling Zen is the ultimate goal
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. Love is Like a Kaleidoscope was written in response to the W3 Prompt for this week.
I hope I followed the rules for the prompt. Apologies, if I missed the mark. It was a lot of fun writing this one. Enjoy!
Thoughts invade my mind Trying to sleep, I count sheep One, two, three, four, five Doze off for thirty minutes Beep, beep alarm clock goes off
A related post titled, Better Sleep for Increased Productivity can be found here. I wrote this back in March 2024. It is a helpful addition to the poem about insomnia that reflects the importance of sleep.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, Held Hostage by Insomnia. 💞🙏🏽
closets overflow shoes, dresses and jewelry must haves, impulse buys space is tight, what can I do make room for new trends, donate
The challenge this week for Tanka Tuesday is to focus on cleansing/purification. The poem I wrote looks at cleansing from a spatial standpoint. I used this definition as my guide to shape the poem for this week-to rid of something seen as unpleasant, unwanted or defiling.
Cleansing by way of removing clutter is wonderful. Donating all those things no longer needed or wanted, gives those items utility. A second life, if you will. Someone else can enjoy the items rather than throwing them away. Spatial freedom makes way for clarity.
Thank you, Yvette for the prompt this week. Also, thank you to all for stopping by to read. Stay well and be blessed💞
Love Gives the Courage to Hope and instills Passion to enjoy Embody, realize Happiness when it shows up In your life, it is not luck that Money flows your way, sheer fruit of efforts
The poem Essentials of Humanity was written for the prompt by Sadje. Thank you for taking the time to read.🙏🏽💞
Learn dancing, greetings, table sets Talking skills null and void Lacking Words like hello, please, and thank you Take a back seat to sass Slick talk
Social education for kids Grace, respect, etiquette Manners Timeless skills to carry you through Being a lady, young Man too
A cotillion is an event for the youth, ages 11-13. It teaches manners, how to conduct yourself in public situations. Social skills that help them build confidence and conversation skills. Also, how to properly set the table, ballroom dance too. Young girls and boys learn etiquette that will stay with them for the rest of their lives. Valuable skills to learn.
I am not sure if cotillions still exist, but it needs to come back. Sadly, too many of the youth of today are disrespectful and lack essential social skills.
The Cotillion is written in response to the prompt. Thank you for reading🙏🏽💕
Mama Ayo made Black Love Day February 13th Kings Queens
Commemorate love, family Self, people, don't forget Show heart
Thank you to my readers for stopping by. The poem Black Love Day is to highlight a day that was founded in 1993. The woman who started this day is D.C. native, Ayo Handy-Kendi aka Mama Ayo.
Black Love Day is about loving the creator, love for self, love of family, the black community and the people. It is a day to spread love to each other, no matter your race. Also, this day seeks to stop violence and racism.
You can share your stories and experiences with the black community on your social media platform. Write about the things that you admire and any positive reflection that is personal to you. Positivity is the general theme and purpose of the day.
Some ways to celebrate the day are to connect with the culture, strengthen relationships with each other. Uplift a loved one, support black-owned businesses and/or causes. Wear purple and black to show your solidarity.
February 13th is also an alternative to Valentine’s Day. Show your loved ones, family, friends and lovers just how special they are by spending time and showing your love, in a way that is uniquely you.
The day is less than a month away. Look out for different activities in your area. How will you celebrate?
Finally a new year is here With everything you have hold on tight New goals and ambitions appear Finally a new year is here Stopping old habits the slate will clear Just as day turns into night Finally a new year is here With everything you have hold on tight
That one place Place no one knows Knows not where to look Look but unable to find Find your place of peace Peace not to be disturbed Disturbed for only one minute Minute that feels like eternity Eternity only an exaggeration Exaggeration of time Time only imagined Imagined to be infinite Infinite it is not Not by a longshot
That one place Place now found Found, no longer sacred Sacred, private, peaceful Peaceful once, now tarnished Tarnished, perturbed, just bothered Bothered, tense, no longer a place of refuge Refuge from the outside noise Noise like loud and quiet chatter Chatter unnecessary and shady Shady in times when light is needed Needed to block out murder masked as self-defense Self-defense now used as a cover up Cover up for ill behavior of the letter groups
Can’t we all just get along Along with each other Other people, faiths and skin tones Skin tones, just the outer part Part of the core of a human Human, we bleed the same as you You are not entitled to harass at will Will led by your lack of understanding Understanding nothing when it comes to rights Rights to which you are not the dictator Dictator to all people you deem unworthy Unworthy to be here just like you You in all your glory are delusional Delusional, unfair, self-righteous to a fault
Place of peace, interrupted
As I write this, I am thinking about everything going on in the world right now and in the recent past. Too many people are senselessly losing their lives, and for what? People who feel that they are more powerful than you. People who feel that we are not worthy of life on this earth. The same way they are living and breathing; we have the right to be here too. The world is in chaos and a lot of us are experiencing unrest. Any semblance of peace, fading away. It is a sad state of affairs.
I can go on, but I think from the poem, you get where I am going with my sentiments. The price of peace should not be this expensive. Such a simple concept seems like too much to ask. Peace looks different for all of us. Be it 10 minutes alone with your thoughts, a one-hour nap, 20 minutes of meditation or cherished time with loved ones. Maybe, a day of not having to look over your shoulder in fear of being snatched up on the street.
Thank you for taking the time to read the post. My hope is that sooner rather than later, things will look up. I know in my heart that better days are to come. Prayer is always bigger than any problem.
Searching out the window Wonder catches me Where oh where is sunshine Cloud after cloud careening Patiently, I stand by Oh wait, what's this Feeling warmth and joy Reaching in my pocket Oh, there you are Sun in my pocket
Thank you for stopping by to read!
Imagine, finding the sun in your pocket! It would be a pleasant and welcome surprise on those cloudy days☀
Sun In My Pocket was written in response to the W3 weekly prompt. The guideline for this prompt is to write a poem of 10 lines or fewer that places someone—or something—in a delightfully improbable location. Think sharks in a bathtub, a dragon in a bar, or any unexpected presence where it clearly doesn’t belong.
What started in 1973 arguably a new era of sound you might say lyrics abound origins up for debate words used to create break dancing, beat boxing, pop lockin' on any corner, people rockin' was it the Bronx, Manhattan or Queens? who had the biggest influence does it really matter, I mean all are cities and cultures of affluence
Two small words, hip hop its legacy lives on a culture rising from some of the greats Kurtis Blow and The Breaks Kool Herc rode around with those speakers Rock Dis Funky Joint, with Poor Righteous Teachers
Sugar Hill Gang was a Rapper’s Delight don't forget Public Enemy Don’t Believe the Hype Boogie Down Productions, You Must Learn KRS One said it best Check the Rhime with A Tribe Called Quest
Keeping it Strictly Business with EPMD Eric B & Rakim said Check Out My Melody How Many Mics does it take by the Fugees This Can’t Be Life said Beans, Scarface and Jay Z Lauryn Hill sings Selah while MC Lyte raps in Cha Cha Cha
De La Soul said Stakes is High and Queen Latifah sings U.N.I T.Y. all I’m trying to say is it doesn’t matter if you are in a NY State of Mind like Nas or if you Stand Tall with Rapsody let’s not forget, Mobb Deep, RIP Prodigy
Hip hop is here to stay it feels like it started just yesterday Tupac wrote an anthem Dear Mama and Notorious BIG was Big Poppa the music ain’t Slippin' spit DMX which artist do you think got next?
Thank you for stopping by to read. 💖
The poem, The Phenomenal Growth of Hip Hop and cover art by O’Nika
Psst Hey you Help, I'm lost Where is my home It is no longer Bulldozed, trampled, gone How can us fawns find safety Where will we find food and shelter Can we sleep in your backyard tonight We have nowhere else to go, help us please
