New World Black Women

shatter the myths salve centuries old wounds,
let the world know you are still healing,
but not a moment too soon,
for all is not forgotten nor forgiving,

you been victimized,marginalized,criticized ,
by so many negative stereotypes .
so many insults has been hurled at you,
still to this day you are standing firm and true,

beautiful black woman a new day is dawning,
stand up take a bow,hear me shout out loud,
I'm so proud,,
instead of washing dishing,
you will be running the white house

Michell Obama doing it for the sisters,
queens of old,
your time has come let the truth be told,
wide hips, big legs booty for days ,beautiful smile,
eyes that symbolize black pride ,

beautiful black woman ,
comes in all shades of gray,
for so long so many has waited for day,
when the moon would give way to the sun ray,,

you don't need to look white,
to be pleasing in the worlds sight,
you are strong proud a mother and child,

lets hear it a standing ovation ,
give the woman her dues,
as the first lady of a nation,
who often gave her the blues

beautiful black woman,
Hollywood couldn't make over you,
unlike Beyonce or Halle Barry,
no make up . could cover up,
a beauty so true,

beautiful black woman ,peace wizthom@8 part 1

LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,
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Gil Scott-Heron

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised: Gil Scott Heron



Gil Scott-Heron -The Bottle



Gil Scott Heron - Message to the Messengers



GIL SCOTT HERON-Black History

"It’s not much fun being a prophet. Sure, you get to speak truth to power, but inevitably you wind up getting popped in the kisser for your trouble. Then you go crazy and nobody listens anyway, until it’s too late. You’re essentially doomed. "

Gil Scott-Heron

Gil Scott-Heron was born in Chicago, Illinois, (April 01,1949 ) Gil's mother Bobbie Scott-Heron sang with the New York Oratorial Society, a college-graduate who worked as a librarian.. Scott-Heron's father, Giles "Gil" Heron of Jamaican descent, nicknamed "The Black Arrow" was a football (soccer) player who, in the 1950s, became the first black athlete to play for
Glasgow's Celtic Football Club. His parents divorced early in his life, and Gil Scott-Heron was sent to live with his grandmother .

Gil spent his early childhood in the home of his maternal grandmother Lillie Scott in Lincoln,Tennessee. Learning musical and literary instruction from her. Scott-Heron also learned about prejudice firsthand, as he was one of three children picked to integrate an elementary school in nearby Jackson,Tn. The abuse proved to much to bear . Though Scott-Heron's experiences in Tennessee must have been difficult, they proved to be the seed of his writing career, as his first volume of poetry was written around that time.

When Gil Scott-Heron was 13 years old, his grandmother died and he moved to his mother in the Bronx in New York City, where he enrolled in DeWitt Clinton High School. He later transferred to The Fieldston School after one of his teachers, a Fieldston graduate, showed one of his writings to the head of the English department there and he was granted a full scholarship.

Click here for more of Gil's story

GIL SCOTT HERON

Winter in America - Gil Scott Heron



'Peace Go With You,..Brother' by Gil Scott-Heron



GIL SCOTT HERON- GET OUT THE GHETTO BLUES

Oct 14, 2007


lonely ,lonely

wisemanspeeks

wrote: lonely !! lonely ,lonely
loneliest house on the block,
lonely!,lonely,lonely,
till all i do is cry,

they say it's a sign of weakness for tears to flow,
i say what do those fools know of cleansing the soul,
just because tears does not fall from my eyes,
i cry, i cry inside i die a little more,
as this pain i must endure to it's end,
at the lonely house on the block,

no treats for me,as love plays tricks a plenty,
every night on my knees i pray that tomorrow,
brings a brighter day as my prayers go unanswered,
again with these ghost of my past i am dancing,
this trash can of mines is empty yet full,
of memories,of coulda been, shoulda been, if it hadn't

been for,
the forks in the road Audrey whats wrong with me,

here at the loneliest house on the block,
torture has become the norm for a restless spirit,
peace of mind here lately i have not been able,
to go any where near it


a ghost love of lone ago has her hooks in me,
she wont sat me free ,lonely! lonely lonely,
how lonely can i be,i will be that leaf,
that clings to the tree long after the other has gone ,
lonely ,lonely,lonely,
I'm that person who never hears a knock at my door,
cause i am so lost inside my soul,

lonely! lonely,lonely,
I'm that misfit in a crowd ,
a clown with the tear drop,
that loneliest house on the block,
where no-one ever stops ,

LONELY! LONELY!LONELY!
I'm going out my mind,
my life is so out of time,
even misery wont keep me company,
LONELY! OH I'M SO LONELY,

Cathy where are you,,
all i need is just a Lil love,
to rescue me ,a hope to cling to,
one more chance to chase my blues away,
lovely rose it's torture ,torture,
without Ur presents in my world,
LONELY LONELY LONELY;

loneliest house on the block,
this year looks like no treats for me,peace

wisemanspeeks@protected o7 aka wizthom

Oct 14, 2007


I am-- lonely

in my life and times i went where the winds blew me
all for the sake of love i gambled to be complete,
many of lines i stood in trying to win what was not meant to be.
i oh i had my share of one night stands and close calls,
i even went before the pride to fall like Autumn leaves,
older and wiser but the choices are so slim.
i want her but she chooses him,
cause she has yet to go where i have been,

games people play lose to win only to start up again,
yet they must learn the harsh reality all on their own,
some never do,tho time and time pain they go Thu,
being used and abused by someone they say is love,

when if they would just open their eyes,
they would see it's the money and living in the fast lane,
that deceives and delivers the pain,
a game no-one can win,
whom am i to say ,it's wrong to live life this way,

young love lacks direction i was once like them,
the fear of losing never enters a reckless mind ,
and old loves gives up on finding the real,
defeat i could never accept,

all by myself still i search for lasting,
something to be what time can't steal away,
that wont fade in the light of day,
i want no-more of those one night affairs,

money brings me no happiness,
being the center of attraction bores me,
i am out here searching ,searching for something real.
something lasting,happy ever after,
someone who can accept me ,
as the person i am,

all my faults and indecision's,
all my laughter and joy,
all that i am imperfections,
reaching for the love,

as the person i am,i am,i am,
i am, i am,i am in need peace wisemanspeeks@ protected o7 aka wizthom

You And Me

Where is the watchman of the word
Who instills the fear of God in our hearts
Some of these so called ministers are a bit absurd
With their speeches, bibles and charts

What is your spirit receiving
Have they been true to their calling
The church has spirits quite deceiving
I know because so many are still crawling

They teach you just enough to cope
Yet their real god is the almighty dollar
Where's the power in Christ, where's the hope
Sometimes it makes you just wanna holla

The word came and regenerated our soul
But for some the thief came and stole it all
Satan and his ministers have quite a goal
Because so many have and will continue to fall

So much has become the norm
For the consciousness of many has been seared
Hardly anyone can withstand the storm
Because the true God is not feared

Lights, camera, action
They've been exquisitely polished
There sweet words can be such a distraction
It would seem the sheep are being demolished

They own nothing, yet they owe it all
Satan has even set up his own to be deceived
They even think on their life God has a call
But by their actions they've never believed

So in the hearts of men why is there no fear of God
A fact with which we all should be very disturbed
What a deception, such a great big façade
Please tell me where is the watchman of the word?

Now I've read the bible and was shown that which is true
It's by the Holy Spirit that I come to understand
God has placed quite a responsibility on me and you
As the Apostle Paul said, 'He was taught by no man'

Now that tells me that I must seek the kingdom first
For us to be on one accord, at some point we must agree
There must be an insatiable deep hunger and thirst
Because the true watchman of the word is you and me

Written by Ron Enoch

My Love

My love - Looking at your picture


5:30 AM, I am just sitting here looking at your picture thinking,
thinking,wishing , hopeing and needing you......
your touch ,your smile ,your love...............

I look at your eyes looking at me in your picture,
I want to see your love for me in them...
I need this window to your inner self.

6:10AM, Still thinking about you and looking at your picture
this is what I do cause I am in the mood for loving you.
I don't know when I have had my nose open like this.

I look at your eyes looking at me in your picture,
I want to see your love for me in them...
I need this window to your inner self.

All I do is think about you,,All I do is think about you....
You know you turn me on and on and on,
does she love me ? Why am I so turned on?
You ! You ! You ! I want you bad!!!

I look at your eyes looking at me in your picture,
I want to see your love for me in them...
I need this window to your inner self.

I close my eyes and see myself kissing you there ..
and there..and there!! Oh loving you in my mind is so good...so good!!
the memory of your words sooth me,
the sound of your voice,the little teasing all this excites me.

I look at your eyes looking at me in your picture,
I want to see your love for me in them...
I need this window to your inner self.

6:30 AM, I 'm going to bed and dream!!!!

Camron

Common - The Game

somebody call heaven

Wizthom


somebody call heaven,
somebody call heaven,
tell the creator,
send us an angel,
send us a miricle,

how can i feel the love,
when all i see is pain,
in a trouble world,
the more things change,
the more things remain the same,

somebody call heaven,
somebody call heaven,
tell the creator,
about the hell on earth,

send us an angel,
send us a miricle,
freedom and justice,
has been corrupted,

by the ways of material gain,
for the sake of lustful perversions,
sickful addiction,
what has become of human relation,

somebody call heaven,
somebody call heaven,
tell the creator,
bout the hell on earth,
send us an angel,
send us an miricle..peace wizthom@o8

LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,

Wizthom

wizthom collaboration with the late great poet Langston Hughes

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Democracy

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

Langston Hughes
**********************************





look obama wears no clothes ,



Lincoln freed the slaves ,
to the flow of Jim crow,
Clinton played the sax ,
some took to calling him black,

obama gave a speech .
that jump started his creed,
just another man riding the sweat ,
of my civil liberties,

this person has no history ,
for all i know he's a test tube baby,
wizthom says look!
obama wears no clothes.

his only true persona ,
is a systematic news diving media frenzy
the biggest con game,
is being played to the ignorant,
walloping in shame,

what is his name ,
from which seed he came,
wizthom says look! obama wears no clothes,peace wizthom@08



i want a black man

don't give me a colored raised white,
living on the sunny side of life,
to vote for,as away of saying ,
times have changed,

you chose him and called him a black man,
like you giving deceased blankets to the red man,
while calling it warmth
as it stands things are still the same,
once before i followed the red brick road,
being offered by this same kind of man,
who gave me this promise land
pouring muddy water on me,
while telling me it's just rain,

say that i am free tell me why ,
am i still writing systematic over tones,
such as these?..
you owe me four hundred years worth of apologies,
for my back breaking tree lynching women raping,
family separating,atrocities committed,too many,
to even mention,

you can keep that half breed,
he wasn't born black like me
i want a black man
born and raised on hardship,
who's roots can be trance ,
back to a ship,

i want a black man,
strong and proud,
in defiance he still wears the crown,
this man knows nothing of his family tree,
yet you say he's black like me,

I'm not buying it.. he has no American roots,
except wining and dinning with Chicago crooks,peace wizthom@08




LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,

Wizthom

bail out bail out ,
I'm not talking bout no air plane,
folks i tell you it's insane
chines are wary of spending their money on wall street,

bail out,bail out,
investors on the ledge ,
with worsening news,
they creep further to the edge,
feeling the blues losing their heads,

stock brokers credit holders,
all are paying long over do dues
from swindling money from folks like me and you.


shipping jobs over seas selling trade secretes to the chines,
buying foreign made goods ,
i hope you understand what is now understood
nuff blame to go around,
on the U.S.currence other nation frown,
euro must be throwing a party ,
at watching the Almighty dollar holler,


bail out,bail out it's name of the song
the rich need someone to pay the band,
so they can continue to dance ,
to that same worn out tune rent to own,


he who has the gold rules the borrowed ,
what does this speak of our tomorrow,
with no jobs ,how can we buy,


bail out,bail out,

if the glove don't fit you must acquit ,
o.j .Simpson found guilty on all thirteen counts,
look like poetic justice has righted the wrong,
bailout bail out, bail out bail out
judge denied,
looking at prison for the rest of his life,

bail out bail out,
what will will you do,
when once again ,
they have pulled the wool over you



shake shake it off

shake shake shake it off
say your husband has left you for another man,
coming out was his plan
shake shake,shake,shake it off,


your girl friend has join this club
man bashing pussy eating ,
called woman to woman,
she no-longer needs a man
shake ,shake, shake it off



wall street has stole all your money,
house is in for closure,
every thing it seems you have lived and worked so hard for,
is being thrown over board ,,feeling like you just can't take no-more,
shake,shake,shake it off,



killing drugging runaway mugging,
thugging ,no one is worth trusting ,
all this crime corruption is enough to fill a ocean,
making you feel like you walking into the abyss ,
of a black whole down and out like a festering sore,
shake,shake shake it off,


no respect for life ,
partial abortion kill that baby it's still alive ,
it's driving you insane stone crazy out your mind,
people still we must endure,
keep the faith soon all will be understood,
shake shake,shake it off,
we must keep pressing on,
despite all that's wrong,



shake it off
think you had a hellicious summer,
dealing with the force em blows of nature
get ready for the winter storms ,
they are coming with a vengeance unequal,

shake it off shake it off,
love must survive at all cost,
on the news beach blond with a gleam in her eyes,
tells a story of a train wreck,
pent up emotions needs an outlet,
shake,shake shake it off,

lost your job still they raise your taxes,
china want lend us no money,
to save our failing economy,
shake shake shake it off,
lord have mercy all that i said is true,
it is up to you,,peace wizthom@08

LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,

the death of an nation

wizthom
Date: Oct 12, 2008 7:29 PM




the death of an nation

as my generation starts to fade ,
as all the hero's go the way ,
of the Gods.
through the haze ,
I bare witness to
the death of a nation

i see a presidency being brought and sold,
the people being brain washed by tons of bull,
they want change but they don't know what the hell,
they are voting for,the issues most have not a clue
promises a plenty not enough on issues,

is it just me or are they just desperate,
for none assistant answers,
they believe anything,
right before their eyes ,
up in smoke goes the American dream,
the death of a nation,
oh God i am baring witness,
to the death of a nation.

scared tactics wrapped in rhetoric ,
tramping, raging politics ,
taxation with emendation ,
government says it's good for the nation,
700-billion bail out,

welfare will be no more,
there will be no-more programs to cut
while lobbyist work their own agenda,
people govern by the people ,
are just words from a bygone area
i hope you are ready for a new world order,
little signs are not so distant,

poor folks being evicted,
cause the landlords failed to pay their mortgages ,
better start building more shelters for the homeless,
can't find a job cause wal-mart buys all it merchandise from china ,
yes we the consumer will pay the price for convenience ,

stop wishing the jobs will come back,
cause we are knee deep in debt,
to the chines ,
it is a well known fact,
he who holds the gold makes slaves of the borrowers
there's a upside with out jobs ,
how can we repay them basters,

euro day has come as the currency will convert,
surely as the u.s, dollar loses it's luster,
to foreign investors,
yeah my friends you to,
will bare witness to the death of a nation,

times are ever so ripe for the anti Christ,
i see him but God forbids me from intervening,
i just hope you are ready for a new world order,
step right up get your mark 666,
for you want be able to sell or buy without it,

just like me you will bare witness,
to the death of a nation,
God help us,may God have mercy on us,
cause u will see that the dark one wont,

we got a price to pay for not sharing in loving ways,
our greed malice and hate has finally come home to roost,
nothing we can do to give a economy a boost,
will help.. we must play the hand that was dealt,
we must bare witness to the death of a nation,,peace wisemanspeeks aka wizthom


LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,

That One!!!!!

I am proud to see “That One” go to the White House!



That One!!!!!

McCain called him 'that one', did he mean that one black',
Well, 'that one' will be the President and THAT is just a fact.
For years we have been 'that one' - that one to work and slave-
That one to build a nation, to work from birth to the grave.

That one made the inventions, that we must use each day,
That one sang the slave songs, that one kneeled down to pray.
That one was put on auction blocks, stripped of dignity and clothes,
That one lost his identity had suffered the greatest woes.

McCain must remember that 'THAT ONE' has always been last,
And this thing is coming to an end, and time is passing fast.
'THAT ONE' will live in the White House on Pennsylvania Avenue-
Standing as a great statesman, doing what President do.

McCain couldn't remember the name Barack? Bet he remembers his face
'That One'- so tall and brave- 'That One' of the ebon race!
There's no need to take it back, it's been said, just ask Imus,
Guess we'll go on being 'That One', so cut out all your fuss!

Take it and shake it, we have over come, and you can't put us down,
Before we'll just be 'That One', we'll be buried in the ground!


Charles K. Chiplin,
Mississippi author and poet, Professor of English JSU

Epiphany of Love

Epiphany of Love - Fierce Spoken Word

Overdose - By Ferce Spoken Word

'True Lies' by Taalam Acey

it's a cold world

wisemanspeeks .. wrote: it's a cold world

you known it's a cold world
when the person you share your bed with,
has lost all desires to understand a woman needs,
no for play or words of endearment,
just a quickie and be done with it,
if he can get it up at all,
know wonder you're always so tensed,

you know it's a cold world ,
when you must start your day,
while still asleep,
trying to beat a traffic jam,
which you always find yourself in,

cursing yourself s-u-v damn,
for following the crowd,
cursive be this traffic jam,
and the gas that rising again,

get to work only to find your boss,
has become more of a jerk,
last night he had your guts for dinner,
now he wants to drink your blood,
all his calls for more you have come to hate,
yet you give in cause bills gotta be paid,

it's a cold world
when your life's' saving,
must go to the doctors who keep you
in trays of pills to keep the pharmaceutical companies ,
filthy rich,
whats left you must spend on up keep of a house,
worst yet you must or will mortgage just to be warehoused,
in a home where the staff often beats your ass,
keeping you so zoned out till you wont even remember,

it's a cold world,
when the kids you raised on MTV video games,
plenty of blood and gore,
just wishes you would hurry up and die,
before their inheritance is all spent,
this world is so cold ,
rather stay a dreamer ,
at lest i can exscape,
this madness you made a reality..peace wizthom@08

Democracy

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

Langston Hughes

The Weary Blues

The Weary Blues

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway ....
He did a lazy sway ....
To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming from a black man's soul.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--
"Ain't got nobody in all this world,
Ain't got nobody but ma self.
I's gwine to quit ma frownin'
And put ma troubles on the shelf."

Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more--
"I got the Weary Blues
And I can't be satisfied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can't be satisfied--
I ain't happy no mo'
And I wish that I had died."
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.

Langston Hughes

The Trumpet Player

THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS

THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS
By Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow
of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went
down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.




Hughes captures the African American's historical journey to America in what
is perhaps his signature poem, "The Negro Speaks of Rivers." Dedicated to W E. B. Du Bois
and using water or the river as a metaphor for the source of life.
Hughes's poem, published first in The Crisis in June, 1921, heralded the existence of a mystic union of Negroes in every country and every age. It pushed their history back to the creation of the world, and credited them with possessing a wisdom no less profound than that of the greatest rivers of civilization , from the Euphrates to the Nile and from the Congo to the Mississippi.

A New Song

A New Song

I speak in the name of the black millions

Awakening to action.

Let all others keep silent a moment

I have this word to bring,

This thing to say,

This song to sing:

Bitter was the day

When I bowed my back

Beneath the slaver's whip.

That day is past.

Bitter was the day

When I saw my children unschooled,

My young men without a voice in the world,

My women taken as the body-toys

Of a thieving people.

That day is past.

Bitter was the day, I say,

When the lyncher's rope

Hung about my neck,

And the fire scorched my feet,

And the oppressors had no pity,

And only in the sorrow songs

Relief was found.

That day is past.

I know full well now

Only my own hands,

Dark as the earth,

Can make my earth-dark body free.

O thieves, exploiters, killers,

No longer shall you say

With arrogant eyes and scornful lips:

"You are my servant,

Black man-

I, the free!"

That day is past-

For now,

In many mouths-

Dark mouths where red tongues burn

And white teeth gleam-

New words are formed,

Bitter

With the past

But sweet

With the dream.

Tense,

Unyielding,

Strongand sure,

They sweep the earth-

Revolt! Arise!

The Black

And White World

Shall be one!

The Worker's World!

The past is done!

A new dream flames

Against the

Sun!

Langston Hughes

Poem to a Dead Soldier

Ice-cold passion
And a bitter breath
Adorned the bed
Of the youth and Death-
Youth, the young soldier
Who went to the wars
And embraced white Death,
the vilest of whores.

Now we spread roses
Over your tomb-
We who sent you
To your doom.
Now we make soft speeches
And sob soft cries
And through soft flowers
And utter soft lies.

We would mould you in metal
And carve you in stone,
Not daring to make statue
Of your dead flesh and bone,
Not daring to mention
The bitter breath
Nor the ice-cold passion
Of your love-night with Death.

We make soft speeches
We sob soft cries
We throw soft flowers,
And utter soft lies.
And you who were young
When you went to the wars
Have lost your youth now
With the vilest of whores.


Langston Hughes

James Mercer Langston Hughes

James Mercer Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?



James Mercer Langston Hughes

James Mercer Langston Hughes was born in 1902 in Joplin, Missouri. This black poet and writer became, through numerous translations, one of the foremost interpreters to the world of the black experience in the United States. Hughes's parents separated soon after his birth, and youngHughes was raised by his mother and grandmother. After his
grandmother's death, he and his mother moved to half a dozen cities
before reaching Cleveland, where they settled. His poem "The Negro
Speaks of Rivers," written the summer after his graduation from high
school in Cleveland, was published in Crisis (1921) and brought him
considerable attention. He began writing poetry in Cleveland while in the eighth grade. In 1924, Hughes moved to Harlem after traveling through Africa and Europe. His first book of poetry, The Weary Blues, was published in 1926. Hughes cited as influences the poets Walt Whitman, Paul Laurence Dunbar and Carl Sandburg.

Hughes has been called "the poet laureate of the Negro." He is one of the major figures of the Harlem Renaissance, producing poetry, fiction, nonfiction, childrens books and plays, and prolific throughout his life. He spoke of pride as a black man, and influenced many black writers and musicians.

Langston Hughes attended Columbia University between 1921
and 1922 and earned his bachelors degree from
Lincoln University (PA) in 1929. He published his
signature poem, The Negro Speaks of Rivers in 1921
and his first book of poetry, The Weary Blues in 1926.

By his death in 1967, he had published sixteen books
of poetry, two novels, seven collections of short
stories, two autobiographies, nine children's books
and five works of nonfiction including pictorial
histories of black America and blacks in the
performing arts. The Book of Negro Humor and the
Book of Negro Folklore are counted among the nine
anthologies of poetry, folklore, short fiction and
humor that he edited. His translations of works by
Jacques Roumain, Nicholas Guillen and Federico
Garcia Lorca introduced these Haitian, Cuban and
Spanish writers to American and English-speaking
audiences. Some thirty plays, as well as radio,
television and film scripts and opera librettos are
included in his oeuvres. Hundreds of his poems
have been set to music.

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I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

[I, too, sing America]

STATE OF THE RACE

STATE OF THE RACE

With her wild eyes and swillin of beer
Screaming through the country for all to hear

What's her story you want to know
Well that depends on each day's show

Oh, here comes Bill, he's whinin too
Pointin that finger at me and you

What are they thinkin, we're so dumb
Every state she's in, that's where she's from

They go to DC and look like fools
We keep our focus and keep our cool

We're sick and tired of Hillary's drama
On January 20 it's all Obama

- from a Obama supporter

What Black Men Think.. 2

BlackPlanet.com

by: whatblackmenth1nk

Possibilities

Possibilities

WHAT R U FIGHTING FOR??

WHAT R U FIGHTING FOR??

THE TREES

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were
discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said,
"Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and
precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and
everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will
take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the
world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and
straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill
and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close
to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people
will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a
group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he
said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the
wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy,
because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure
chest.

At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree,
I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy
because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened
because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come
true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree,
I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed
box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay.
This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one
day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the
baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man
wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger
would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew
that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the
second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on
the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong
enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped . At this time, the tree knew that
it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through
the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they
came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die
at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it
was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God
as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going
your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust
in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they
wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know
what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways

Memory of Margaret Bauer

In Loving of Memory of Margaret Bauer, a real winner and true friend.
The Red Ribbon
Everyone wants a blue ribbon. Blue. First place. The best. Even kindergarteners want that blue ribbon. In sports, I was never a blue-ribbon person. In a race I was always last. In baseball I was as likely to get hit on the head as to drop the ball. In basketball I was fine as long as there weren't nine other players on the court with me. Where I got my horrible sports ability, I don't know, but I got it. And I got it early.
During the spring of my kindergarten year, our class had a fieldtrip to a park in a town about 20 miles away. Making that drive now is no big deal, but when you're six and you've lived in a town of 300 all your life, going to a town of a couple thousand is a very big deal. Nonetheless, looking back now, I don't remember much of that day. I'm sure we ate our little sack lunches, played on the swings, slid down the slide-typical six-year-old stuff. Then it was time for the races.
However, these were no ordinary races. Some parent had come up with the idea to have the picnic kind of races, like pass the potato under your neck and hold an egg on a spoon while you run to the other side. I don't remember too much about these, but there was one race that will forever be lodged in my memory-the three-legged race.
The parents decided not to use potato sacks for this particular race. Instead, they tied our feet together. One lucky little boy got me for a partner. Now what you have to know about this little boy is that he was the second most athletic boy in our class. I'm sure he knew he was in trouble the second they laced his foot to mine. As for me, I was mortified. This guy was a winner. He almost always won, and I knew that, with me, he didn't have a chance.
However, apparently he didn't realize that as deeply as I did at the time. He laced his arm with mine, the gun sounded, and we were off to the other side. Couples were falling and stumbling all around us, but we stayed on our feet and made it to the other side. Unbelievably when we turned around and headed back for home, we were in the lead! Only one other couple even had a chance, and they were a good several yards behind us.
Then only feet from the finish line, disaster struck. I tripped and fell. We were close enough that my partner could have easily dragged me across the finish line and won. He could have, but he didn't. Instead, he stopped, reached down, and helped me up-just as the other couple crossed the finish line.
I still remember that moment, and I still have that little red ribbon. When we graduated 13 years later, I stood on that stage and gave the Valedictory address to that same group of students, none of whom even remembered that moment anymore. So, I told them about that little boy who had made a split-second decision that helping a friend up was more important than winning a blue ribbon. In my speech I told them that I wouldn't tell which of the guys sitting there on that stage was the little boy although he was up there with me. I wouldn't tell because in truth at one time or another all of them had been that little boy-helping me up when I fell, taking time out from their pursuit of their own goals to help a fellow person in need.
And I told them why I've kept that ribbon. You see to me, that ribbon is a reminder that you don't have to be a winner in the eyes of the world to be a winner to those closest to you. The world may judge you a failure or a success, but those closest to you will know the truth. That's important to remember as we travel through this life.
You may not have a red ribbon to prove it, but I sincerely hope you have at least a few friends who remember you for taking time out from your pursuit of that blue ribbon to help them. I'm thinking those will be the ones that really count-I know it's the one that counted the most to me.
Copyright Staci Stallings 2003

SEASONS

Lesson about Life

There was a man who had four sons.

He wanted his sons to learn
not to judge things too quickly.

So he sent them each on a
quest, in turn, to go and look
at a pear tree that was a great
distance away.

The first son went in the
winter, the second in the
spring, the third in summer,
and the youngest son in the
fall.

When they had all gone and
come back, he called them
together to describe what
they had seen.

The first son said that the
tree was ugly, bent, and
twisted.

The second son said no it was
covered with green buds and
full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he
said it was laden with
blossoms that smelled so
sweet and looked so
beautiful, it was the most
graceful thing he had ever
seen.

The last son disagreed with
all of them; he said it was
ripe and drooping with fruit,
full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to
his sons that they were all
right, because they had each
seen but only one season in
the tree's life.

He told them that you cannot
judge a tree, or a person, by
only one season, and that
the essence of who they
are and the pleasure,
joy, and love that come from
that life can only be
measured at the end, when all
the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's
winter, you will miss the
promise of your spring, the
beauty of your summer,
fulfillment of your fall.

Moral explanation:

Don't let the pain of one
season destroy the joy of all
the rest.

Don't judge life by one
difficult season.

Persevere through the
difficult patches and better
times are sure to come.

Alicia Keys - Def Jam Poetry

Alicia Keys - Def Jam Poetry - Season 5, Episode 2

Kim Fields - Def Poet

Kim Fields - Def Poet

MYDEAR's Comment:

MYDEAR's Comment:

"COMFORT ZONE
unknown author

I used to have a comfort zone where I knew I wouldn't fail.

The same four walls and busywork were really more like jail.


I longed so much to do the things I'd never done before,
But stayed inside my comfort zone and paced the same old floor.


I said it didn't matter that I wasn't doing much.

I said I didn't care for things like commission checks and such.

I claimed to be so busy with the things inside the zone,
But deep inside I longed for something special of my own.


I couldn't let my life go by just watching others win.

I held my breath; I stepped outside and let the change begin.

I took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before,
I kissed my comfort zone goodbye and closed and locked the door.


If you're in a comfort zone,
afraid to venture out,
Remember that all winners were at one time filled with doubt.

A step or two and words of praise can make your dreams come true.


Reach for your future with a smile;
success is there for you!

"

THEWORDSMITH

THEWORDSMITH



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Kahlil Gibran

LOVE

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.

And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

INSTALLING LOVE

INSTALLING LOVE

Tech Support: Yes, ... how can I help you?

Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me though the process?

Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?

Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?

Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?

Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?

Tech Support: What programs are running ?

Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now

Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ?

Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.

Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?

Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.

Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components ." What should I do?

Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.

Customer: So, what should I do?

Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.

Customer: Okay, done.

Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.

Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?

Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.

Customer: Thank you, God.

Please share this but if you delete that's okay, God's love is not based on emails.

Suheir Hammad - What I Will - With HBO Def Poetry Jam

Black Ice - Def Poetry 1

I wonder

Every time I look at you...

I wonder if you'll take from me,

my essence.

The part of me that other women

don't know I have to give...

so passionately.

I see the look in your sensual eyes...

of curiosity.

Knowing that you have thought about

it many times, but...

was afraid of the attraction.

Afraid, that the lust burning deep inside...

would somehow betray you.

Every time I look at you...

I see the look of guilt on your face.

Imagining, me making love to you.

It's that look that will give your heart away...v
every time.

If only, you would open up to me...

we wouldn't have to hide in secrecy...

the passion dwelling within.

So many times...

I've heard you biting your tongue.

Nervously searching for the right words

to caress me with love, and

still not reveal the truth.

You can't look at me and say,

"I Love You"...

without raising some eyebrows.

You can't kiss me goodbye...


without others becoming all the more wiser,

as to what you really feel.

Don't you realize...

that peace of mind, is only a few words away?

Every time...

I look into your eyes,

I wonder if you'll take my essence...

embrace it as your own.

You know more about me...

than most other women do, but

you are afraid.

Afraid to follow your heart...

afraid to let yourself be free...

afraid, to give yourself to me.

While I am afraid that...

your eyes will give your feelings away,

and you will never know...
how close we could have been...
you and me.

When I say..

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow!

Yes I Can

Yes I Can

by Dr. Maya Angelou


When the land became water and
Water thought it was God,
Consuming lives here, sparing lives there,
Swallowing buildings, and devouring cities.
It was power, mighty power, grown careless
And intoxicated with itself, and
The American people were tested.

As a result of our tumultuous history,
There resides a thought in the American psyche
Which ennobles us high above the problems which beset us.
It appears and evicts despair.
It enters and wrests fear from its lodging.

Simply put, the idea is,
"Yes I can."
"I can overcome."

The one time slave says, "I have proved and am still
proving - I can overcome slavery."

The one time slave owner says, "I have proved and am still
proving - I can overcome slavery."

The North says, "I have proved and am still proving - I can
overcome the Civil War."

The South says, "I have proved and am still proving - I can
overcome the Civil War."

The American people can say rampant crime has not turned
our masses into criminals, and blissful peace has not lulled
us into contented laziness.

This song that was so needed by Americans when it was
written one hundred years ago and needed fifty years ago
by Americans during the Civil Rights Movement, will be of
great use to use, these days, as we reel beneath the blows of
a violent hurricane.

We shall overcome.
We shall overcome.
We shall overcome, I pray.
Deep in my heart, I do believe, we shall overcome.
Let us all pray.
Let us all work.
And, I know, we shall overcome.

My name is Maya Angelou. I am an American

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I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude.

And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding of life's secrets and hidden things.

A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are satisfied the most wretched of people.

I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals and sleeps, embracing her longing.

At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet the sun's kiss. The life of a flower is longing and fulfillment.

A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.

A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from the greater spirit to move in the world of matter and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death and return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.

Gibran

Stone River

Stone River

The tide is high

To high to swim

The sun will set in the hills

As we anticipate the coming of a new day

Even before the day ends

with great impatience we await

a new beginning

the waters of iniquity drown our beliefs

as our hearts become as hard as stone

uncontrollable waves of doubt and misunderstanding

flood our interpretation of survival

the bridge is washed out

there's no way to get around it

the waters rush through the rocks

at the banks of the rivers of our souls

the sun has gone down

there's a distant light of hope from the moon

upon the stones at the river, we await

a new sunrise.





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