In this poem, God is singing over His child as He offers hope and healing to the abuse survivor. The restoration He can bring to a shattered life turns darkness to light, ashes to beauty, and heart-shreds to golden threads.
5 Seconds “Good Morning Sir. May I take your order?” Five… Go ‘head girl…walk that walk That stroll that causes whiplashes and… car crashes…yeah Legs for DAYS…dancer’s thighs…pause Make em’ lose sight of the fact that he’s standing next to …what was supposed to be… “Ms. Right” “Oh….I was just admiring her shoes…they would look better on you boo”…he lies… Argument aborted…for now Ass that wont quit….advantage Serena….game…set…match She’s Jinx…high steppin’ in the surf….iconic Deadly confidence…come correct or don’t come at all… Four… She’s Cleopatra…….Jones that is….Bell bottoms and an afro… Body like an Amazon…Don’t touch that natural! Built to last….physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually Balanced. Ying….Yang…Sun….Moon… Fashion conscious…never materialistic…. Knows where she comes from…..Tracy Chambers… Levis and boots…or Alexander McQueen Neiman-Marcus or Old Navy…it’s all the same... But don’t sweat the technique… What she wears on the inside is what counts… she wears it well Three… Cool swagger…her Runway Strut…America’s Next Top Model Tyra knows best Hypnotic sway…twist and turn…those……… hips… Birthplace of Kings….and Queens Milky Way…Cradle of the universe… Transport my soul to another dimension….. Starship Enterprise…..Uhura Two… Walk like it’s so good YOU can’t stand it… I see ya’…as you pass I wonder where you’re going…can I come along? Aware that I’m watching….a glance back… A grin….silent subliminal….. “What are you waiting for? ....I don’t have all morning” One… “Sir?...Sir?? May I take your order?” “I’m sorry….may I have a large coffee light and sweet?...actually…..make it two” © Sean M. Macon 2013
A CIRCLE OF FRIENDS written by Brandon BrawnerDEDICATED TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO HAVE TOUCHED MY LIFE A CIRCLE of FRIENDS you are to me,You lift me up and set me free;You open my eyes when I cannot see,To show me what I can be. Each of us with a wisdom,Different in our view;Wisdom from experience,And we offer it to you. From you to me it passes,Around our circle of friends;There are no situations,For which we cannot make a mends. Within our circle grows,A love that’s stronger still;Each of us we know,How this can be real. It can be real with goodness,And caring attitudes;Reaching out to others,When they feel the blues. As one link can weaken,The others will be strong;And within this CIRCLE,LOVE will be the bond. A bond that lasts forever,In this life and past;Together we have forged a CIRCLE,That throughout time will last. Each we walk our own path,Living the life we must;But when we come together,We form a CIRCLE of TRUST. Lean on me my BROTHERS,And my SISTERS too;For when you cannot walk alone,Your FRIENDS are there for YOU. It’s the building of a foundation,Relationships are the key;Listen to these words for a message,Of what you mean to me. Consider yourselves to lucky,That we all are who we are;And TRUST within this CIRCLE,Whether you’re near or far. A CIRCLE of FRIENDS you are to me,You lift me up and set me free;You open my eyes when I cannot see,You are more than just FRIENDS;YOU ARE MY FAMILY! © Brandon Brawner, February 11, 2002
This is a collection of poems which i was wrote over the past two years. This little compilation holds all the ups and downs of my recent life. through manic depression, eptopic pregnancys, cancerous mothers and a world of naughty shinanigans came this book of poetry. From a young writer for the young and old reader.
This is a poem about how a single feather drifting from the skies sees the world as a whole. Many of us do not notice a feather gliding in the breeze, so I thought it would be interesting to convey these ideas into a poem. The gravity on an object as light as a feather is very weak, so it is allowed to spend a long time floating through the air; during this time, it has an omniscient view of all of us. The personification of a feather sees so much, but very few of us notice as it falls to the ground.
I want to be free I often find myself in this desolated place of nothingness My anxiety filled world where my tears are the streams that flow from north to east That once open they risk the chance of overflooding my conscious mind Subliminally I lay in angst, awaiting some kind of relief Relief...sure it comes in different forms but all are merely 7 seconds in heaven Subliminally I barricade my heart and my thoughts praying for some kind of freedom All I want is to be free Be that carefree child who plays on trees at two or three And before you judge me take judgement upon thine self I mock myself at times like a rustic old rag sitting atop a dusty shelf Emotionally and mentally disjointed I want to be free Unhinged untouched not tampered with I want to be free Let memories of old be the past I sing off key These shackles around my brain and my heart need to destroyed cause, All I want is to be free Care-free so free Away from this world of anxiety where my tears are merely streams that overflow this place of nothingness Let torment be the last thing I pray to end As I lay my head down All I want is to be free.