The
Poetic Lounge
Volume One
Poetry
Compiled By:
Fiordaliza Charles
http://authorfcharles.com
http://facebook.com/Fcharles30
authorfcharles@gmail.com
Charron Monaye
http://authorcharronmonaye.com
http://facebook.com/charronmonaye
Charron.monaye@gmail.com
Acknowledgments
We would like to thank God for instilling in us the gift of writing, which we utilize in the hopes of touching the lives of others. When one pens a mixture of words, emotions and life experiences, the resulting masterpiece serves to motivate, cultivate and encourage those who seek deliverance, love, or solace.
Author Charron Monaye and I have met some truly amazing poets, who we have come to admire, and we wanted to provide to them an open platform to share their beautiful poetry with the world.
As a result, The Poetic Lounge was born. This publication offers great poetry, written by twenty talented poets from varied walks of life.
It is our sincere hope that this volume will leave each reader smiling, crying, laughing, seeking greatness, but ultimately...craving more.
The Poetic Lounge Volume 1- May 2011
Dedications
Antinea Carpenter
Charron Monaye
Darcova Triplett
Darwin Greaves
Fiordaliza Charles
Gloria Lathen
Kayundra Simpson
Kevin Moutry
L. C. Arrington
Larry Ballou
Lena Sledge
Loretta Young Natowitz
Miriam L. Jacobs
Patricia “China” Jones
Rakaylveia Rush
Ramona Jones
Rico Revels
Sharon L Smith
Susan E. Henry
Tasha White
This book is dedicated to all of the contributing authors and our readers because without you there would be no book.
Thank you
Contents 1
Introduction
ANTINEA CARPENTER
I’ve come too far to go back now
Praise
In love with his gifts
Dear Little Black Girl
My Black is beautiful
CHARRON MONAYE
Last Night
The Other Way
Crossing The Way
The Conversation
The Divorce
DARCOVA TRIPLETT
Bye
Minding My Business
Solutions
Natural High
I Am Loved
DARWIN GREAVES
At Your Request
A Personal Note
False Moon
FIORDALIZA CHARLES
Answer Me That
Love is Love
True Heart
Leave This Way
Are You Feeling Lonely
GLORIA LATHEN
Contents 2
Under God's Construction
You're Circle
An Influential Woman
Are You Fancy
No Matter What
K. SIMPSON
Your A woman
I Can't Stand a Disrespectful Child
New Lady
About Me
Sunshine
KEVIN MOUTRY “POETIC SOUL”
Can I?
Love's Sanctuary
W.O.W (with out words)
Going Through
My Fight
L.C. ARRINGTON
Anti- Poetry
Hypocrisy
Potential
700 Messages
What Ever Happened To Romance
LARRY BALLOU
Relentless
Not Right Now
Change
A Little Girl I Know
Hey Mommy
Contents 3
LENA SLEDGE
Body Language
Count It All Joy
I Want To Be
Pretty
Sinners Have Soul Too
LORETTA Y. NATOWITZ
My Gift
Some Days
If I Was Gone Tomorrow
In The Eyes Of A Child
Loved Ones Lost
MIRIAM L. JACOBS
Purple Wings
Love Me
Stuck On You
I Am A Diva
Aura
PATRICIA “CHINA” JONES
Talking to a shadow
She’s Something Like a $$$$$ Star
A Gangsters Tears
Original One
Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend
RICO REVELS
On This Day
Forbidden Pleasure
Graffiti
Continuum of Love
Contents 4
The Making of A Man
RAKAYLVEIA “RAKI” RUSH
High School Years
My Next Step
Choices
I Made A Decision
Good Friends
RAMONA JONES
What Could Of Been
Music Of The Season
Uncertainty
Un-Expectation
The Pain Is Ever Present
SHARON L. SMITH
My Mother's Name Is Beauty
Haiku's
Fish Out Of Water (For Haiti)
Dearest Love
I Got Me
SUSAN E. HENRY
Psychotic Break
Maple Trees Remind Me
Into The Rain
Enchanted
Cathartic
TASHA WHITE
Broken Promises
Why
Life
Note To The Reader
Introduction
The T.P.L Project" was an idea that CEO Fiordaliza Charles and Author Charron Monaye came up with when they noticed so many talented poets/writers networking that may have never been published. This concept gave them the platform needed to help showcase as many poets and writers worldwide.
"We are very fortunate to have come across so many talented and truly amazing poets and writers. We will like to thank all that contributed in the making of this project and to build a book of everlasting memories”
ANTINEA
CARPERTER
Antinea Carpenter is poetess who has been writing poetry since the age of 13. She is now 36 and the mother of 7 beautiful children. She is married to a talented minister of music who is also her best friend. She lives in North Carolina, where she was born and raised.
She published her first poetry book entitled “My Spoken Passion” in 2008. Writing is her passion and she hopes to one day publish more poetry books and novels. “My Spoken Passion” is available at Barnes & Noble and Publish America.
http://tinyurl.com/AntineaCarpenter
My Spoken Passion & Divine Divas of Inspiration.
E-mail: antineaspassion@gmail.com
I’VE COME TOO FAR TO GO BACK NOW
I think I was given another chance at life,
because,
see,
I was headed down the wrong path at 1 time,
but I know God has bought me from a mighty long way.....
I have a light in me that I want to shine,
another life in me that I must live,
one where my heart is always full of joy and happiness and my desires are met.
I got smiles I haven't even began to use, stored up inside of me and I've come too far to go back now,
too far to be easily discouraged,
too far to let anyone steal my joy ever again!
I've come this far by faith and with my faith,
I plan to soar higher and higher each day....
Shine on bright light, shine on!!!!!
I've come too far...
PRAISE
All praise goes to one of God's most beautiful creations......the Black man!
I praise my brotha’s for their determination,
their skills and the beauty of their skin.
I give you props for your struggle and your strengths.
I love the uniqueness of your style,
the swagger in your walk and the compassion in your heart.....
ooooooh! how I love the way you are.
how you love, protect and stand by what you love,
I love the way you love your mother, your children and handle your business
I love you for your failures as well as your accomplishments.
I give praise to one of God's most beautiful creations......the Black man
oh how I love thee
IN LOVE WITH HIS GIFTS
When he opens his mouth I hear the voice of an angel,
singing lullabies to my soul.
Nothing worries me anymore once he opens his mouth and runs his beautiful fingers across those ivory keys,
he puts me in a musical trance and touches me deep with his gifts from God.
Sang that song daddy,
play them keys!
Sing what God has put into your heart so that you can touch the hearts of others...
He sings the sweetest melodic melodies that keep me falling deeper in love with him.
DEAR LITTLE BLACK GIRL
Dear little Black girl,
I want you to know something,
I want you to know that little black girl, you rock something fierce.
You are beautiful from head to toe,
inside and out.
You are radiant and regal and that is because you came from a long list of strong beautiful black women,
from your mothers, to your grandmothers, to your aunties and on.
I want you to know you are something special and never forget that,
a gift from God in all your glory,
you are unique to me,
a captivating beauty to my eyes.
You can be anything your heart desires,
there is no dream too big or no accomplishment you can't achieve,
because you are built to succeed,
from the sweat and blood of the many strong black women before you,
always know,
your black is beautiful,
because God made you that way and baby girl he don't make any mistakes,
and always, always know,
little black girl....YOU ROCK!!!!!
MY BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL
My Black is beautiful from head to toe
with everything in between.
From my permed, natural or dyed hair,
to my pedicured feet & painted toe nails,
My Black is simply beautiful.....
My Black is beautiful because I come from a long line of historical beauties,
Queens & Kings,
inspirational men & women,
inspiring teachers,
inventors & preachers,
writers & poets,
& the list goes on and on and on....
My Black is beautiful because I can embrace who I am & always love me some me & my pride for my heritage makes my true inner beauty shine out for the world to see...I'm Black & I am Proud!!!
My Black is naturally beautiful because.....
God made me this way!
CHARRON MONAYE
Songwriter/ Poet/ Author Charron Monaye was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA. After performing her award-winning poem, “Alone”, on the UNCF Telethon at the age of 13, her mother knew poetry and writing was her gift to share. After receiving her BA Degree from West Chester University and her Paralegal Degree from Washington Learning Institute, Charron decided to revisit her talents and started writing for the Philadelphia Association of Paralegal Quarterly Magazine.
In 2009, she entered the music word and made her mark as becoming known as the “Soulful Songwriter”, placing her poetic lyrics on songs recorded by Veronica Hayes (912 James Street Production), Summer Fitch from L & S, and ML the Truth (100 Drums Production, LLC). In 2010, she penned her 1st book of poetry entitled “My Side of the Story” Tackling topics that include love, relationships, tragedy and triumphs makes this book of poetry unique and inspirational.
Her life and poetry has also been highlighted in books: “Tears of Fire”, “Best of the Best 1995”, “I Am Royalty. Vol 2” and “A Poetically Spoken Anthology”. Also, on the CD “The Truth” released by ML the Truth.
She is a mother of two sons, (Christopher and Craig), a member of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc. & Order of Eastern Star (PHA), ~ PA
http://www.charronmonaye.com
Email: charron.monaye@gmail.com
LAST NIGHT
Last night I cried my last tear
I dreamt my last dream
I throw away all the memories
Everything which connected me to you is gone
There is nothing left so your power can’t be reproduced
I won’t tolerate the disrespect
You can’t make me bow down to your orders
There is no way I can conform to your demands
When you have no clue or idea, what it really means to be my man
I deserve better
I will not settle for anything less
You can say what you want
You can scream and yell all you please
But today was your last opportunity to say anything else to me
I have nothing else to give
Won’t be wasting any more of my time
You don’t appreciate me, never have
I can’t give you what you don’t want
So the buck stops now, I’m done with you
Out of my life is what you are about to you
Last night I erased my thought and memories that I carried
Just for you
THE OTHER WAY
What doesn’t kill you?
Will make you stronger
Is what some folks say
But what happens when I
Lose all consciousness
My memories escape me
The faults I have embraced won’t move out my way
Will I continue to make the same mistakes?
Will life lessons preserve it to reveal the reality in the necessary heartbreaks?
Every hurt is required for pain
Just like every pain is necessary for the sun to shine
When I think of the time I lost my way
I only have myself to blame
The lessons were not learned and reality was not shown
I was too immature too see everything I really need
Was right in front of me
I was running to places that wasn’t meant for me
So I created all this unnecessary misery
And even though I am a better person
Because of the extra journey that led me here today
I wish I was wise enough, mature enough, and determined enough
To do it
The other way.
CROSSING THE LINE
My heart wouldn’t let me walk away
Regardless of what you put me through
I could hate you forever
In my reality, what would that prove?
Honestly, we was never meant to be
You tolerated me
Just like I dealt with you
I know it wasn’t right
We let lust control
Bring to life a situation
A movie that shouldn’t have been scripted
Characters pretending to be who their not
Even though
We knew the game was a lie
We kept playing until the battlefield became too much
Allowing anger to cover who we are
Falling victim to the stories our friends would shout
Without correcting cause the pain of it all
Hurt so much
It was deadly ground we stood
Knowing it wasn’t the safest concept to live by
We couldn’t end what we started
Cause everything about it felt so right
The plug has been pulled
The production has finally ended
A story that should have never been scripted
Depicted, reconstructed to show
How we let a mistake evolve into reality
Something we wasn’t ready for
Something that neither one of us could handle
It was fun while it lasted
I owe you no good byes
We were a mistake that should’ve never happened
But since we did
You will remain the poster child to how
Fairy tales end
When you cross the line with a friend!
THE CONVERSATION
I’ve imagined the finer things in life
I’ve dreamed for everything in my reach
I’ve prayed for a powerful language to teach me how to speak
I know the things I wish for wasn’t too far out of my control
So I stepped in God’s shoes to get a quick peek
I had to see if my dreams would become the plan I wanted to seek
And quickly my God spoke to me, saying;
“No need to peek, you are too impatient and need to think
If this dream is yours to keep
Can you complete every mission requested of you
Or when times get hard,
Will you run away forgetting the trials you must go through?
To make sure your loyal and committed to the desires you so dream
Are you willing to do what needs to be done?
No one wants a quitter on their winning team
So your answers will be a revealed in due time
But right now your time is depending on mine and with your behavior
I think you will do just fine
But before I release your first miracle, you must pass one more test
It won’t be easy, your future will be jeopardized if you fail so do your best
Anything worth having, is worth fighting for
So step back, watch the signs, because your first stop will that closed door
Don’t be discouraged
Remember it’s only a test to determine your passion to what you’ve ask
Once you pass this test, blessings would shower in abundance
That you would have no clue how to manage
I will not see you on a journey to leave lost, abused, and led astray
You are my child, and nobody will do my child that way
So know I close by, and the only engine that is allowing your mission to operate
You can thank me later, you deserve it, but for now I am the one who facilitates
No help is needed from you.
THE DIVORCE
The hardest thing
I had to face was separating from the womb that carried me
From yelling and screaming
To prove that your bitterness would not affect me
To see my children reaction when they saw mommy and daddy fighting
To watch my life flash before me
When I signed the last sheet of paper that permanently freed me
We were not ready to make such a commitment
Ending a life of fantasies while enjoying the moments we embraced
Never thinking of the pain it would cause our off-springs
The moment we decided this marriage could no longer win
Did our selfish acts lead us to another road of confusion?
Will it present those hurtful questions that we can never answer?
Or can you explain the harsh reality and tell your daughter, WHY
I know they say
It’s better to be apart rather than show the kids an ugly situation
Did we take into account before we had that horizontal conversation?
We were not capable, or
Did we allow the power of lust to overcome the reality?
We had no business creating
Either way, our immature actions will never gain the satisfaction
From the lives we are now separating
This divorce has destroyed the sacrament given to us to honor, protect and share
But we ended it, without a second thought,
Not focusing on who it would hurt or who really cared
Whenever I hear mommy can I go over daddy house
I am automatically reminded of the bitter end that separated our family
Divorce, the plague that destroys millions of home each year
Can be reduced if we, learn to love and go back to the days when love was live
You made that vow and to it, you should behave in a manner
Manifested in God’s love to give chance and hope to a new family
Born to see new life
Divorce is a virus, which destroys, makes sure you are ready
Know what you want, understand what you are getting into, cause
Once you make that option your reality, it naturally affects everyone around you forever
DARCOVA TRIPLETT
Darcova Triplett There are numerous words that describe the life and times of Darcova Triplett. Friend. Wife. Mother. Sister. Poet. Doctor. Educator. Creator. From Florida to Nevada and Europe, as well, Darcova fulfills her purpose of progressing the cycle of acquiring knowledge, internalizing that knowledge and sharing that knowledge... all in hopes of inspiring, motivating and empowering the next person to
"GO 'HEAD AND BE GREAT!"
www.Darcova.net
Facebook: Darcova Triplett
Email: darcova@yahoo.com
BYE
Don’t need your approval
I passed that stage
got 'me' going on
turned to a new page
ain’t waiting for your yes
I already know
putting my own plan in motion
going where I wanna go
not attempting to be funny
don’t wish to make you mad
but some things have changed
you ain’t got what you thought you had
played the fool long enough
took a minute to get here
focus ain’t on you
now my vision is clear
MINDING MY BUSINESS
Are you intimidated by the fact
that I know I’m all that?
perhaps insulted by the notion
that I’ve perfected my magic potion?
maybe threatened by the thought
that my strut can’t be bought?
wondering how i stay sane
as they scandalize my name?
think my chin is too high
and my ego too big?
give up my short do
for a long flowing wig?
minimize my ambition?
neutralize my position?
bite my tongue?
close my eyes?
turn my head?
play dead?
let me answer your questions and put your fears to rest
there’s no way around it, i am the best
but hold on, don’t worry, no need to fear
keep minding my business and you’ll learn something,
my dear
SOLUTIONS
I often think back to the time
when you walked through that door
all doubts were dismissed
and uncertainties confirmed
you are the solution to my situation
NATURAL HIGH
I’ve got butterflies in my stomach
ants in my pants
I’m head over heels
about this second chance
my heart is singing
it’s smiling, too
you’ve come into my life
to refresh and renew
feeling like a little girl
can’t get you off my mind
this high you got me on
is one of a kind
don’t need no drugs
alcohol won’t do
I’m good just like this
cause i got you
I AM LOVED
When I'm feeling down
overwhelmed and confused
I simply look into your eyes
and you guide me back to my peace
when I'm lost and alone
when anticipation consumes me
I simply listen to your voice
and your soothing words calm me
when tears roll down
when I’m tired
when I’m falling
you catch me, hold me
and your touch revives me
I love you
for loving me
the way that I need to be loved
DARWIN
GREAVES
DARWIN GREAVES was
born
in Barbados, West Indies.
And
now resides in Philadelphia, Pa.
Poetry.
Is his favorite word, he loves that word Poetry is, to him, a
snapshot of life. He, through the muse, have laughed, cried and been
inspired to reach beyond the limitations others set. He has been
writing seriously for 7 years and by seriously he means truly giving
to the muse what he has received. In this realm of poetry he has been
touched and inspired by fellow artists. That, to him, is the reason
why he does this. Not for accolades, though I appreciate and humbled
by them. No for the connection with people through the vehicle of
writing. Poetry is a snapshot of life. His life in words.
Future project soon to be released. The first in a series of poetry books “Manifestation of My Manhood” will be release May/Early June 2011.
http://tinyurl.com/DGreaves
Email: greavesdarwin@yahoo.com
AT YOUR REQUEST
At Your request,
I looked within,
and found no
knight in shining armor
preparing to defend.
Yes, my heart is
free,
to ride the ever changing winds,
but it refuses to
fly,
for it lacks the discipline.
To know when,
enough is
quite enough,
before what I must...
devolves into
distrust.
Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust,
will my life end
this way, tell me please.
Who am I to demand,
when all through
my life,
I've slapped away your hand,
refused to accept
your reprimands,
and now I feel
the ever changing winds.
I can't withstand
when I look
within,
when I look deep within.
At your request,
I closed
my eyes,
and in my dreams I saw myself
wearing a bad
disguise.
The lofty plans I devised,
all met a quick
demise.
And still, though you reached out to me
I refused to
compromise.
There is no prize,
at the end of an aimless path
no exclamation at the end
of my life's final paragraph.
No celebrating the good man I was,
no toasts during
my repast.
Not if I,
refuse
to defuse,
the evil trapped
inside of me.
In your presence,
I stand accused.
And as I
lay my final night to sleep,
I pray my soul will keep,
until a
brighter day.
I know you are the light,
yet my eyes are
closed.
I'm always saying I'm indisposed,
but in truth,
my
soul has decomposed.
But through it all I know,
my
soul can be reborn.
For a man wearing a crown of thorns,
gave
his life so I could live,
and when I pass away be respectfully
mourned .
Every day
I have been warned,
In every way.
Your
love I have scorned,
please Father before
someone
notifies my next of kin,
before my life comes to an end,
give me the strength.
At your
request, to look within
To
look within,
To look within
A PERSONAL NOTE
A personal note to you my love,
I know I've been
inviting,
the demon to dine,
unrefined.
Words at the altar
of Isis,
disinclined.
To praise a covenant so priceless,
the chime.
Awakens
the Christ,
I climb
upon the altar of ignorance and
vice
align
my soul to be sold for a fair price
a love
divine
strangled by strife,
mangled and left without hope.
A personal note to you
my beloved
I will always,
I will always,
Love the warmth of
your smile.
The clock
ticking, matching the moans of the
beguiled.
The shock
of being marooned on this sacred
isle.
Mocked
by the bibliophile.
Locked
within the
crucible of a lover's exile.
Blocked
by a blessing defiled.
A flock
of seagulls fly single file.
Through the smoldering
embers
of a love once remembered.
To be so true,
and fanned by flames,
the remains
of a personal note
to only you.
To only you.
Signed I will always love you
FALSE MOON
The
crescent moon brings a tear to her eye
the waning sun illuminating
her false wishes
as time passes by.
The moon appears to
she...
waning as her lover's destiny,
dramatic changes
in
the lunar phases,
of her tortured heart.
Moon cycles affect her
sensitivity
once captured in the throes of a romance
albeit,
a
moment of brevity.
What appeared to be
a lover's moon
has come to be
a long,
lasting kiss goodbye.
The
new moon brings a soothing calm,
her parched and blistered
heart
needing the emotional balm.
For so long
she waited
for a redemptive pause...
relief from
the effects of her
righteous cause
to save
an embattled heart.
The waning
crescent bids a fond goodbye
Moving across her false dawn
In a
foreboding sky.
Unfortunately
she,
once danced with moon
beams
and now it seems
'This the end of her reverie
forever
lost
is she,
in the
memories,
of a
long
lasting,
kiss,
goodbye.
MELANCHOLY ROSE
Tell me what you want my baby,
show me what you need my lady
forever,
for you and I seems lately
to be
the tears falling from a
melancholy
rose.
Once a large bloom
nestled in sugarcane,
no passion crimes committed.
No one to blame.
To many days
without love's sacred rain
leaves a tear stain
saturating the earth
beneath a melancholy rose.
Floribunda roses
abundant scents
tickle the noses
of passerby’s
oh my!
Yet
sometimes the bloom comes singularly
a heart not privy
to what's meant to be,
leaving nothing but a landscape
of love in repose.
While tears fall from the eyes
of a
melancholy rose.
Sometimes one bloom stems,
sometimes a cluster blooms,
love can grow
if given the room.
But the distinction is so very fine...
a dividing line,
that over time,
can disappear,
and leave nothing but tears,
falling from the beautiful eyes
of
a melancholy rose.
CAN I (MAKE LOVE TO YOU)
From the moment I first saw you,
and asked, "Excuse me, may I have this dance?"
I looked into your brown eyes and knew,
we had the makings of a fine romance.
An enhanced
deep emotion never felt before,
I had deep inside,
holding you close to me as we started to glide.
Deeper and deeper,
into a space reserved for two,
eager, so eager,
an overwhelming force I couldn't subdue.
Baby, it's true,
so very true,
and now, here we are sharing a love
long overdue.
So hold on tonight,
and let our love games ensue.
My sweet lady,
let's share a bottle of Moet,
I’ll draw a bubble bath,
so you can quietly reflect,
and when you whisper, "Dee, do you really love me?"
I'll gently kiss your graceful neck,
Oh baby,
My sweet lady,
with all due respect,
you've got me so damn erect
I have to ask,
please say yes.
Can I Make Love to You
all throughout the day,
please pretty baby,
may I have a taste of your sweet parfait,
and when you're soft and wet,
I promise to give all that you can stand.
Force your beautiful body,
To obey all of my commands
Can I make love to you
Over and over and over again.
Baby, when you moan,
I swear, I hear a symphony,
a crescendo of orgasmic synchronicity.
Can we make love all night long,
baby, you are the epitome,
of ebony, mahogany perfection,
and the star of my fantasies,
dipped in misogyny.
My sweet lady,
your children and mine,
and mine are yours.
Though your son is from another man,
he and I share a great rapport,
and what you and I can't afford,
we will go without when push comes to shove.
For so long we paid the price,
of former lovers who didn't think twice,
and now, here we are sharing this priceless love.
Let me call my mother,
so she can watch the kids,
for 24 hours, in your love
is where I need to live.
Can I Make Love to You,
all throughout the day,
please pretty baby,
may I have a taste of your sweet parfait.
And when you're soft and wet,
I promise to give all that you can stand,
force your beautiful body,
to obey all of my commands.
Can I make love to you,
over and over and over again.
Deeper and deeper,
baby, let me explore your anatomy,
I'm eager, so eager,
baby, please take all of me.
Deeper and deeper,
your love, I swear,
is beyond compare,
can't take a breather,
when I'm tasting you I don't want
to come up for air.
Oh pretty baby,
can I make love to you
all throughout the day,
open up baby,
let me taste your sweet parfait.
And when you're soft and wet,
I'll give all that you can stand,
and force your body,
you obey all of my commands
Tell me you want me baby,
tell me you need me baby,
tell me you love me baby,
you're all I need
I swear, you're all the woman I will ever need
I love you.
FIORDALIZA
CHARLES
Author/Poetess/Promoter Fiordaliza Charles has encountered many unfortunate life events, some which lead her to write some of the poetry that she has written since the stunning age of 12. Fiordaliza believes that most poetry brings peace and joy and she wanted to share this wonderful feeling with the world.
She became an author on November of 2009 when she submitted her first manuscript to Publish America LLC and she was offered a 7 year contract for her poetry books “My Poetic Heart” and “Poetic Embrace”. Since then she has self-published five more poetry books and a novel entitled “Can I Tell You a Secret?” She also helps to introduce new businesses that are doing positive work in the community on her official T.P.L website in the tab entitled “Website of the Month” she has worked with companies such as Traffican Entertainment, RIP graphics, Steamy Trails Publishing LLC, Label Me Royalty.
Her life and poetry has been highlighted in books and radio stations: I Am Royalty Volume 2, SARFM”, The Steamy Jones Show and “A Touch of Grace”. She is currently helping to introduce poets worldwide in her poetry anthologies entitled “The Poetic Lounge”.
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ANSWER ME THAT
I remember a time
I used to run for your embrace
Now I cannot wait to get away
I do not hate you
I just hate what you became
Why do I have to pick up the slack?
Getting us back to the love, that we once had
The way you treat me now is whack
If we ended things today, I will be so glad
What happened to you would never lie?
Thought that our love will never die
Are those things of the past?
Can you answer me that?
LOVE IS LOVE
Whenever I find myself thinking of you
I close my eyes and I cry
I feel your spirit next to mines
As I remember our precious times
When we made love, you satisfied my all
You completely took over my soul
How can I ever forget you?
You left me in the middle of fall
I want you back, I miss you boo
Don’t you want me too?
I cannot keep you out my head
Damn, I miss the love we made
TRUE HEART
You said you loved me, then why do me like this
Love is not supposed to feel like this
Is there an ending to this?
Give me something else besides this
I gave you my heart and all that
Did you think it would not end like that?
You must be crazy to think that
I am tired of this and that
I think I want my heart back
And there is no turning back
Why do I keep taking you back?
I don’t want that old thing back
Stay away from me
I have to get back to me
You've always been wrong for me
Now I am going back to loving me
LEAVE THIS WAY
I've been going through something’s. Please don’t judge me but, pray for me to stay strong because I can't take it anymore. I gave our relationship too many chances and it keeps getting worst, why do you keep saying you will when you will not.
I need a real man, one who treats me with respect, one who knows how to please me, one who makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world. The one who knows my worth.
I am sick and tire of lames, the lies and those with very little brain. The ones who want to use and abuse me, the one who are so immature, they can even tell them losing.
I want you out my life, please leave and never come back. I can do badly by my damn self and you know that, I do not need this stress. Forget it this is whack.
No, I am not killing myself, just getting rid of the trash and out tossing it out door. I do not want this anymore. I love myself too much to continue living like this. I have to start thinking about me. What does love have to do with anything?
Please leave, go away, the same way you came. I want you to leave but, I know that you going to want to stay. This is a tough decision to make. With all things, consider this is what I have to say is goodbye and leave this way.
ARE YOU FEELING LONELY?
Look around you
There is always someone there
He never leaves your side
He knows the reasons why you cry
Do you know anyone like him?
Who accepts you as he does?
Can you tell that he really cares for us?
He paid for our sins on a cross
What a friend we have in Jesus
You do not have to ever feel alone
He will always be your true friend
Let us praise him and make amends
Amen !
Amen !
&
Amen
GLORIA J.
LATHEN
Gloria J. Lathen was born in 1970 to Perry & Verdist Walker in Pine ville, LA. , In 1983 she lost her mother. This resulted in her moving to San Francisco, California. In 1988 she graduated from high School, became a single mother at the age of 19. In not understanding the hardship of being a single mother, she had another child at the age of 20. In 1995 Gloria decided to go back to School.
In 1998 Gloria graduated from Jr. College with an Associate’s of Arts degree, that same year she gave birth to twin girls. Gloria states, “You must persevere no matter what may come your way”. Because of her determination to succeed, in 2005 she enrolled in New College of California to pursue her Bachelors of Arts degree. On August 26, 2006, she graduated with a degree in Humanities & Leadership with an emphasis in Education.
On September 30, 2007, Gloria married Rev. Robert Lathen and to this union was born a daughter Gabrielle Lathen on September 2007.
Not realizing that her love for writing would lead her to Poetry Writing. She started writing poetry in 2000 and became a Published Author in 2009. She has recited her poetry in Churches, Cafes, funerals, weddings, and she has written poetry for newsletters.
In going through different situations in her life Gloria penned her first book E.M.O.T.I.O.N.S. Everyone May Overcome Trials Inform Others Needing Salvation, "A Woman of Wisdom Poetry Collection", Which was birth from the pain that Gloria endured from a young tender age.
The purpose of her book is to encourage others to PUSH PASS THEIR PAIN & PROCEED with the PROCESS to PRAY, PLAN, PREPARE & PURSUE the calling in which God has gifted you.
What make her poetry unique are the heartfelt experiences of real life experiences she places into each of her written poems.
Gloria states, "GOD WILL TURN YOUR MESS-UPS INTO MESSAGES TO HELP OTHERS"!
Gloria resides in Pittsburgh, California with her husband, their three children and her brother.
Gloria has ventured out & created "I'm Royalty I'm a Queen T-shirts (Queen T's by Queen G).
She is currently working on her 2nd Volume of Poetry, which will be titled: Your Purpose is Greater than your Pain. Subtitled: Pray, Plan, Prepare, & Pursue & Watch What God Will do!
Gloria is currently working on an Anthology book project that’s Titled: A Living Testimony, My Story & Subtitled: “Real-Life Stories of Individuals whose lives that have been Transformed from Tragedy to Triumph”. The Purpose of the Anthology Book Project will be for 10 Contributing Writers to embark on a Journey to unveil our masks and share our stories in hope of Blessing others without Testimonies.
It will not be just an Ordinary book, but it’s going to MOVE, TOUCH, & ENCOURAGE others while at the same time Giving God the Glory!
Gloria uses her poetry to motivate, stimulate, and cultivate people to move beyond the ordinary and go for the extra-ordinary.
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Email: awomanofwisdom@gmail.com
UNDER GOD’S CONTRUCTION
Oh my, my, my I must express
Yes! We are all a work in progress
God is doing a transformation within
First, you must give consent before construction can begin
God is performing surgery piece by piece
Just watch as bad habits are being released
Your attitude may not be nice
But just think twice
You are being shaped & molded into who God wants you to be
Never lose your cool or dignity
You are ROYALTY in God’s sight
Be patient the change won’t happen over night
After your refinement all will see
What a precious jewel you’ve turned out to be
UNDER GOD’S CONTRUCTION
YOUR CIRCLE
Some folk you must release
In order to acquire sanity & peace
Love them with distance in between
But they don’t need to be all on your scene
Your space should be surrounded by those who have
Your best interest at heart
Not those who’s coming to tear stuff apart
Tell drama he’s not welcome here anymore
And escort him right out the door
Your circle should include love ones that really care
And those who appreciate being there
YOU’RE CIRCLE
AN INFLUENTIAL WOMAN
An Influential Woman know s her right from her wrong
She’s content but yet she’s strong
This woman has beauty within & out
Her confidence speaks what’s she’s all about
Her actions defines who she is
She influences others by the way she lives
The power in which she possess
Signifies that this woman is truly Bles
When she step in the room her elegance follow as she leads
She’s an Influential Woman yes indeed
One classy lady is she
She’s a good example for all to see
AN INFLUENTIAL WOMAN
ARE YOU FANCY?
If you have not heard
Fancy can be used as a noun, adjective and or verb
Listen to my every word
I’m going to speak in the form of a verb
Fancy means one who is executed with skill
You’re blessed even more when you’re in God’s will
You’re an extravagant human being,
You’re a King or a Queen
You can be fly with your fancy bling, bling
But if God is not 1st in your life, it really don’t mean a thing
If you choose to be fancy, represent your Lord & Savior
Because he’s granted you unmerited favor
So the next time someone states: “You fancy huh?”
Just think of all that God has done
And reply yes I am, and I must let you know
I’m fancy because God says so!
I’M FANCY HUH!
NO MATTER WHAT
No matter what folk say about you
Love them anyway is what you should do
Remember what God has for you is for you
No matter what folk may try to do
No matter how folk scandalize your name
Please remain calm, don’t go insane
No matter how folk try to emulate you
Keep in mind you’re an original
And there will always be a copy or two
No matter what
You must keep your dignity & class
And allow folk unwise behavior to pass
NO MATTER WHAT
K. SIMPSON
Ms. K Simpson was raised in a small town in Arkansas yet her life's journey would take her multiple places in the United States before allowing her to settle in Atlanta, GA. Her journey has been one that not many women, or men, could have made without losing their minds or lives. However; in order that she could share her God-given talent of easing the pain with words, she had to learn pain. The pain of bearing two beautiful daughters and raising them as a single mother; the pain of losing her mother just before entering adult hood; and assuming the responsibility of her pre- teen sister, while at the same time having to raise her own children; and the pain of losing her paternal grandmother and maternal grandfather, who taught her how a woman should live her life both mentally and spiritually. Her two daughters are now growing into two wonderful women who reflect their mother's love and spirit for life. Ms. Simpson provides evidence that the sacrifices she has made were worth it in order to give her daughters a life far better than her own.
“God Gave Me This Talent” is the opening to another journey. Homeless... that was I, from being in a shelter to sleeping under a bridge, to wondering if I was going to get a meal to eat. I am not asking for your pity or a hand out. Right now, I am here to teach you, and let you know what my life is about. Some of you know parts of my story others of you don´t. The thing about my story it will have you in tears I´m not going to front. Some of you knew me before, get to know me now God has come into my life; I have so much more to live for. The old me is dead so please let her rest. Pay close attention, God has his hands on me. You will finally see me at my best....
GOD GAVE ME THIS TALENT Is an Inspirational Poetry Book It will inspire you, make you smile, make you laugh and even make you cry. I cover everything from love to break up and just everyday living. This is a must have book....
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YOU'RE A WOMAN
You're a woman that can hold her own
You've been through a lot which has made you strong
You’re a woman that won't give up without a fight
I must say that's one of the things I like
You’re a woman that keeps it all together
You intimidate people therefore the don't know how to get on your level
You're a woman that's God Fearing and keeps God First
People only have something to say about you when you’re at your worst
You're a woman that has changed her life around
They still throw your past in your face to try to bring you down
You're a woman that's sacrifice and gave up so much
You stood on your own and didn't need a crutch
You're a woman that has a story to tell
Your test and trials have made you excel
Your work doesn't go unnoticed
I admire that even
when you’re going through it you keep Focus....
I CAN'T STAND A DISRESPECTFUL CHILD
A disrespectful child doesn’t live half of their days.
I'm done walking away giving you back to God before I put you in the grave.
I'm all you got at the end of the day
Child please, you will not disrespect me in any kind of way
I brought you in this world and I will take you out
So it's best you watch the words that come out of your mouth
If you have something to say you better not tell anyone but God
Right now child of mine I'm ready to tear you apart
I'm a new Christian I must admit
I'm your mother and will beat the breaks off you if ever get slick....
I can't stand a disrespectful child
Lord give me the strength to calm down I know it’s going to take a while
Child you hurt me I'm not going to lie
Your my child someone I could never despise
As Mothers we do our best
From our children we expect the best and nothing less
I can't stand a disrespectful child
I know I've done my best so I give you over to God with a smile....
NEW LADY
When I saw you with your New Lady
I thought my heart
would skip a beat just maybe
A smile came upon my face
At that moment I knew all the painful memories had been replaced
I'm happy for you and your New Lady
Oh by the way congratulations on the baby
I have to get this off my chest
Why are you still calling my phone, being childish with all that mess?
When we agreed going our separated ways was for the best
I don't want you anymore I must confess
I wish you well in all you do
You're an X for a reason Damn that statement is so true....
ABOUT ME
What is it about me that you like?
Go ahead be honest it's alright
Is it the way I walk
Could it be my sexy voice you like to hear when we talk?
Maybe it's my sexy lips
Could it be the way I move my hips
Could it be my bowlegs?
Is it the way I tilt my head
Is it my beautiful smile that shines so bright?
Is it the way I walk away, refuse to argue fuss and fight?
Dig a little deeper if you will
There is more to me then my looks and my sex appeal
What you see is my external beauty
Look a little closer, you will see favor and faith all up in me
A woman of God I say in a loud voice
God got a hold of me, and yes that was the best choice
There is more to me then the naked eye can see
You would know this if you knew anything about me
SUN SHINE
If I'm dreaming please don't wake me up
I ran across
one that has me stuck
One thing about My SUNSHINE, he's not green
or slow
I have to admit he had me when he walked through the
door.
My first thought who is this man, I need to know more.
Then
I told myself you need to talk to GOD, so I immediately hit the
floor
I asked father is this the man that's in your plan
Because
I had given up on love and decided I didn't want a man
My father
told me you tried it your way now try mine
This man is different
but I sent him just at the right time
My SUNSHINE walked in my
life and brighten up my whole world I started having butterflies and
feeling like a teenage girl
I decided to step outside of the
box
My SUNSHINE is someone I like, no someone I could love a lot
KEVIN
“POETICSOUL”
MOUTRY
Kevin “Poetic Soul” Moutry (has been writing since the age of 13, he started off writing hip hop lyrics, and songs and has evolved into Poetry over the years. He loves writing poetry about romance and love, although he writes about different subjects these are the ones that fit his character the most. He has one book completed entitled "Sees of Inspiration" which is available at lulu.com, the file download is also available. He is currently working on creating a second book and looking to do a spoken word Cd of poetry soon.
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Email- purelypoetic@aol.com
CAN I?
Can I embrace your total woman
wrapping my arms around you
holding your heart within mine
Can I kiss your aching mind
with my words
can I stroke your linguistic face
with my verbs.....
Can I behold you
capture you in my thoughts
like a still frame
digitally etched in my cerebral vortex
Can I hold you?
cuddle with your innocence
while inhaling your essence
becoming intoxicated in your presence
Can I touch you?
softly and gently
deeply and passionately
spiritually and mentally
intricately and intimately
Can I make love to you?
lay you down
between the lines of these pages
inserting my verse inside of yours
mixing our ink
secreting my sonnets
within your womb of poetic expression
Can I....
take you to the heights of ecstasy
"Poetically"
Can I....
engage you in the throes of passion
"lyrically"
Can I....
consume your total woman
"totally"
Can I
caress your poetic silhouette
with the silky touch of my verse
be the liquid hydration to quench
your aching thirst
Can I be everything you want
and need me to be
completely
and
totally
LOVE'S SANCTUARY
Come away with me my love to a place where the refreshing scent of love fills the air. A place where happiness feeds the spirit and passion quenches the thirst of the soul. A place where my mind goes every time I am with you. A place where two halves become whole.
Journey with my love to this blissful place of everlasting ecstasy where lovers emotionally consummate and celebrate their love. A place that exceeds the realm of physicality and goes beyond the boundaries of reality and enters into a world of romantic fantasy.
A place where the faithfulness of true and pure love resides. A place where the expression of love is constant and overflowing. A world of unconditional love, steadfast love, everlasting love. a place where the harmony of mind, body, and spirit come together to form the sweet sensual sound that creates a beautiful symphony of love.
Escape with me to this lovely place my love where two heartbeats become one.
Take a moment and run away with me to
LOVE'S SANCTUARY
W.O.W (WITH OUT WORDS)
Without Words
she spoke to me
she formed sentences
without parting her lips
her voice yelled without
speaking one syllable
screaming in silence
With Out Words
she captured my attention
she told me her life's story
without using one vocal inflection
she sang a song of love without lyrics
a song whispered in silence
so only I could hear it
With Out Words
she touched me deeply
she kissed me mentally
she stroked me verbally
with unspoken words
and the silence of verbs
until my mind was full
With Out Words
she left an everlasting impression
with her eyes she pulled forth from me
the sweetest of expression
and although she never said one phrase
she left me thoroughly and completely amazed
she spoke volumes to my poetic existence
she spoke endlessly to my guarded heart
through her eyes with persistence
With Out Words
she left me in awe of her quiet verse
of muted melodies and silent sonnets
causing my mind to explode and burst
with elation and appreciation for her unspoken language
because her silent stares and gentle touch has saved me from my anguish
With Out Words
she has freed me from chaos within
because her quietness has brought calmness
and a balance to this mind and now it can rest again
W.O.W
GOING THROUGH
Searching for illumination
I'm trapped and lost in a darkened state
and although my eyes are wide opened
I find it hard to actually see the light in front of me
to see past my eclipsed vision
my light has been blocked
my sight is now blurry
what I see is now distorted
because my mind is contorted
and bent around the thoughts of futility
disjointed by my life's pains
my agonies and humility
trying my best to see what's beyond the horizon
but it's impossible looking through tear stained eyes
while realizing...
that this race that I'm running, is meant for me to run alone
and that the trials that I face, I face alone
they say that weeping may endure for a night,
and that joy comes in the morning
but it's impossible to see your morning
while you are mourning
while the pain becomes almost impossible to bare
and in your heart and mind you're wondering
if God himself even cares
about the pain and agony that you are feeling
about life's hurts that has your mind reeling
and wondering what's next
trying to search for strength, and inner peace
but feeling that you have none left
wondering.....
where is my exit? where is my way of escape?
looking for a door to open
and release me from this helpless state
feeling like it is impossible for me to win
stuck in this revolving door
that every time it seems like I'm walking out
I'm actually walking back in
In to this state
this place....this feeling
this feeling of a hopeless....and a purposeless existence
while trying to find my way out of this darkness
with persistence
and while I'm desperately and painfully
wondering what's next to do
I hear the voice of GOD
saying to me
"THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THIS IS TO GO ALL THE WAY THROUGH"
MY FIGHT
this is my dilemma
this is my plight
the constant struggle within
the daily fight of wrong and right
when my flesh
combats my spirit
fighting against the
eternal destiny
that GOD has invested in me
when the instincts of my sinful man
interferes with the purity of
my spirit man
when the voices of my n-e-me
tries to overshadow the voice of God
in me
speaking to my thoughts
tempting my desires
fighting against the will of God
for my life
so here I am
fighting the thoughts of insecurity
combating the desperation of obscurity
trying my best to live a life of purity
trying to resist lustful intentions
with the help of meditation
and heavenly dissensions.
prevention of exercising my own will
to partake and entertain carnal and fleshly desires
to try and cover the void in my life only GOD can fill
trying to suppress thoughts of wrong
and embracing thoughts of right
this is my everyday struggle
this is.......MY FIGHT
L.C
ARRINGTON
L. C. Arrington (poetic alias L-A-Quent) was born and raised in Ohio, after undergraduate school, she moved to Philadelphia to begin the next phase of her life; higher education and a career in pharmaceutical research. She became a self-published author in October 2010 with her debut poetry book entitled “Prescriptions of a Poet: Remedies of the Heart.”
Over the years, she has had numerous speaking engagements, performed spoken word at various venues and has contributed as a freelance writer for various online magazines. In addition to writing she enjoys staying active in the community and is involved in youth mentor ship programs. She enjoys music, the arts, sports, traveling, good food and spending time with friends and family. She is also a proud member of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority Inc.
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Email: lcapoetry@gmail.com
ANTI-POETRY
You don't even inspire me to poetry, no matter how hard I try...
it’s like my hand struggles to write the words my mouth hesitates to provide...
I can't color you with my metaphors, I can't paint you with my similes....
it’s not that I don't think of you, it’s that u fail to touch the heart of me....
I want to write you a love song but you give me no motivation...
what u do is not enough and I’m growing impatient
everything seems so technical, and robotic and feels so strategic
and you've never been that hand to hold, although I very seldom need it.
with you I’m neither sad or ecstatic anymore, I’m just indifferent
And to think that when I met you I thought you were heaven sent
I thought you'd whisk me away, I thought you were exactly what I needed...
in the beginning everything was so easy with you and I just could not believe it
But all the while I knew this couldn't be the answer I was looking for....
you might be close to it, but you've proven to me that I deserve more.
You don't even inspire me to poetry, it makes no sense to pretend...
but when you're willing to be my lyrics, I’m willing to pick back up my pen.....
HYPOCRISY
Why is it that if a celebrity breaks a law they do 30 days in rehab?
If a civilian breaks the same law, they get a fine, or are doing time no questions asked?
To put it plain there must be a consequence to abusing fame
Maybe if there was truly a price to pay the behavior wouldn’t be the same
Yes I agree no matter what your salary we are only human and make mistakes
But what if your actions put a freeze on all your assets including the cash in the bank?
Then let’s see how quickly you’ll let Captain Morgan help you operate your vehicle
Or raise your hand to a woman, break probation or secretly borrow from a department store
But I guess if the White House has had so many scandals and most of the culprits are walking free
Why should we expect anything different from a so called celebrity?
Perhaps I’m missing something but I can’t help but feel
Rather than setting the chaos straight we reward the problem instead of taking steps to rebuild
Now celebrities are getting born every 15 seconds,
not due to their skill because they have no talents
Famous because of the volume of their voice or how foolish they behave
Guess it doesn’t matter what they are saying about you as long as they have something to say
On the other hand it’s like the public thrives on gossip and other people’s tragedies
They say they aren’t supposed to be our role models, but let’s infiltrate their lives, increase the paparazzi!
Let’s scrutinize every action, make it larger than it seems
Forgetting that if there was a camera in your own living room what exactly would we see
But when it comes to living in a glass house, stones can appear quite heavy
Especially when boulders start to fly through your windows of hypocrisy
POTENTIAL
He has potential, but a part of my heart still belongs to you
How can I make it to my future while my past is still in view?
I try to shake your image from my head
But dreams of you still follow me when I lay in my own bed
I wonder if he notices I wonder if he can tell
He is a breath of fresh air, but you know me so very well
He wants to show me things I’ve never seen before
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