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Peace & Blessings
@ Sr Amen-Ra
Schmm Khnuu
Hetepu, the offering of peace and blessings
which I offer to you, on this ancestral day of
Martin
Luther King Jr.
We must begin to emulate this ancestor who
saw the light of everlasting life within, to
speak
and guide the Civil Rights Movement.
The light of everlasting life which is within all
of us is a path for
ascension of the Higher Self.
We must use this light to see the mountain top,
as Martin Luther King, Jr. did
For
we are the rulers of our own fate
Paul
Robeson
@
Angel L. Martinez
Strong
brother,
You
have been our shining light
A
reason, an eternal season to believe
That
a suffering world will one day be no more
You
are a man among the masses
Raising
a voice of fire, of love, of power
From
the strains of “Old Man River”
To
your cry of genocide
Generations
now listen and will forever do
As
what you have shown
By
holding the standard
Of
all people working and striving
You
held it up high and you could see far away
Your
voice called us to follow that road
Always
knowing
Just
as you walked forward
We
will never stop our marching
Carry
on the struggle sung out of
Your
hope and inspiration
Strong
brother, you left much for us to take on
To
believe
To
be strength
To
be victorious
We
will keep your faith
For
your revolutionary soul will forever
Fly
in us all
Daddy’s Lamp
© 2004 Deborah Chainey
It came from a source I
never identified
But it was in his
hand
The shiny plastic
faux-copper bottomed lamp
Its faux-crystal
reflecting the light
Right into my eyes
Minus the shade
Minus the bulb
He arrived as usual
unannounced
Rang the doorbell
Several times, nice
and loud
The door flung open
And there he stood
A man with a lamp
in my doorway
Standing at my door
A man with the shade-less
lamp in his hand
He stepped through
the doorway
Into my home
He spoke only one
word
“Own”
His nickname for
me
Handed me the faux-crystal
lamp
Minus shade
Minus bulb
He took a seat
Made himself “ta’
home”
On my faux-leather
couch
He was well
I was well
And the small faux-crystal
lamp
With the faux-copper
base
Un-shattered
Safe in its new
found home
With the faux-leather
couch
A gift from My Daddy
A gift of love
A rescued faux-crystal
lamp
With a faux-copper
base
Muffy the Clown
@ David
"X" Gordon
Muffy
the Clown
Was a good clown
Not the best
But good
Damn good
He could inflate his cheeks,
And flowers
would grow out of his head
He could spin like a top,
And the room
Would fill with music,
And lovers knew
his thoughts
On love.
He could hum
And the troubled
Would find peace.
But,
He had a face
Like
a pickle,
So every time he
Tried to perform,
Before he said a word
They all would laugh,
And laugh,
And
laugh,
So he never got
To inflate his cheeks,
Or spin like a top
Or hum.
So they never saw his flowers
Or heard his music
Or found peace
So he called his agent
Manny Washburn.
"They don't look,
They don't
listen,
They just look at my face
And laugh."
"Hey,
Don't worry Muff
They're laughing, ain't they?"
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To Honor The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective's
10th Anniversary
@ Carlos Raul Dufflar
Hold on to our dreams while riding the key to life as our foundation
of the Earth speaks to you and me as it carries the wind of truth we have nothing but love in our hearts for we have faith
in the word
The rain pours in a spirit dance
Could we fly in space to heavenly music
The sunrise within a
few minutes
My prayers are my happiness from tearful eyes
I walk Manhattan Island beneath the waterfall of Muscooth
Morningside Park as the trumpet is blowing and the drum rhythms of guaguancó mama
as it keeps fire and strength
I
love the silence of the heart
Carlos Raul Dufflar
Angel Martínez
David Gordon
Dorothy Johnson-Laird
Uthman
Ibraheem
Schmm Khnuu
Ships keep floating beyond the space of time
The dreams are born on earth as the
warriors of words
Speak the language of peace that we love and not the mask of war
Beauty is only skin deep
Could I read your mind
The assembly of poets as we all brothers and sisters
I thank you with your sharing
of love and peace
For honey is sweeter than a cup of sour milk
For our love is Lord of the Universe
Bring
me the Song of Suliman
Of our life that continues for those who continue our legacy of a beautiful flower
I
was born in El Barrio
Where we respected los viejitos con bendiciones
We gave them fruit and flowers to honor
with a song well sung
My great-grandmother Leocadia who planted the seed of the word before I rose into the heart
of the light
With a spring forever as it calls all of our names
As it passes us the heroes recently decorated
in silence
From yesterday today and tomorrow
By the Earth all of our love oché
The Bread is Rising
Poetry Collective in our
10th anniversary with love and soul forever
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