Thank "You"

chillin
TV Watchin
then I answer the phone
and out of the blue
it's "You"
only...
my heart doesn't sing
In your voice
there's a familiar ring
But I can't place the voice
So there is no choice
but to ask...
Who again are you?

you pause
as if to think up
your disclaimer clause
We're both surprised
cause this reprise
is playing with no lies
of omission
no feelings of attrition
just congratulatory words,
I'm proud of you!

thought
I'd mentioned
before our previous
dissension
my book was released
in 2006
but maybe in the midst
of life's hits and kicks
the words didn't stay
and gradually slipped away
never to be recalled
by you

notwithstanding
the perception
of previous rejection
who would have thought
after nerves so fraught
I'd see this place and time
my, it's almost sublime
because I've realized
the power and healing
that is mine
simply because of a call
from you

Labels: poetry, self-realization

By Dee On Monday, April 28, 2008 At 12:24 PM

Disconnected

Disconnected
Dejected
Hooked on that shit again
I thought I was protected
From this affliction
Some call an addiction
Where does your faith lie?
my deepest heart cries
Does this mean that
this is my new god?

I spend dollar after dollar
Each time giving up more power
As I slide into a mental decline
ignoring me and mine
Couched in self denial
My character on trial
Help on redial
Yet every time I choose
The destructive “vial”
Is this my new god?

What do you mean…
It’s not automatic?
Faith alone won’t stop it?
I got to step to the plate
And act upon it?
But it’s in the Word
it’s a promise!
So true what you’ve read
Is what my God… said
However, faith without works…
is dead!

Copyright © 2008 by White and Ramsey

Labels: addiction, poetry

By Dee On Sunday, April 27, 2008 At 6:04 PM

What Comes Out of You?

Hi Folks,

The following question was posed recently in one of my online groups:

Do any of my sistas get into poetry/writing? If so, please let me know. This is a passion of mine. Just wondering if anybody was out there!!!!!!!!!

Immediately I responded by saying that I'm not a poet(ess) per se, but every once in a while, I get blessed.

I pointed them to my sparse contributions, which you may find in the poetry section on here as well as on my Wordpress blog.

When I thought about it some more I realized that every instance of creation, was proceeded by a moment of strong emotion or angst. This in my book doesn't make me a poet(ess), however it does make me great at channeling what is in me and pouring it out in a fashion that makes it of value to myself and others.

Some examples of poetry of value, would be that of Maya Angelou, Helen Steiner Rice and the King James Version of Psalms.

Each manage to incorporate one or more of the following into what came out of them: Flow, impact, motion, evolution, (not the theory of, but the fact that it begins one place and ends somewhere else), inspiration, comfort, affirmation, heart break, and so much more.

I written many poems since I was fifteen, some have been lost in moves from one apartment to another, and alas, I am horrible at remembering them. It's as though once I get them out of me, the carthartic effect kicks in and I can no longer remember them... all except my very first poem entitled: A Friend

I wonder in this world today
if anyone has a friend?
Not someone who hates you
and pretends to like you
But someone one who's really sincere

*A friend who is loving
and also real giving
So when you need her she's there

How can you tell if your friend is sincere?
and how can you tell if she's not?
It's really a matter of trust because
a friend comes with no guarantee.

* that verse right there is iffy cause I thought I remembered it all, but as I began to type it up, I realized whoopsie ... I didn't quite remember it all. But you guys get the gist... right?

So now that leads us to the question of the day. In moments of strong emotion or angst. What do you create? What comes out of you?

Labels: memories, poetry, reflection

By Dee On Tuesday, July 24, 2007 At 11:46 PM

The Strong Black Woman is Dead! Or is She?

This was written as my response to the original obituary of the strong black woman. Hope you like it...

The Strong Black Woman is Dead! Or is She?

No she's not dead
she's just experienced a rebirth.

Through the memories
of her daughters and granddaughters
who have learned
from her triumphs and failures
and realized
that strength is knowing
when to ask for help
when to cry out
when to be silent;

She's realized
that what she's experienced
does not define or confine her
that pride which prohibits healing
is no longer a banner
but a prison;

She's realized
that she is a word spoken from God
and as such
cannot
will not
return to Him void.
In essence she's come full circle
in realizing that
servitude was not the problem
just the master she served;

She's realized
that being proactive
is much more effective than being reactive
so she chooses her battles wisely
knowing when to fight
and when to let it go
her choice of weapons being
an education
proper financial planning
and community involvement
to enrich the next generation;

She's realized
that it rains on the just and the unjust
so she's chosen
not to harbor
a sense of injustice;

She's realized
that comparisons are self-defeating
so she's chosen
to celebrate her uniqueness
and strive for her personal best;

She's realized
that loving
not giving up on the black man
is key
so she's chosen
to start with her brothers
uncles, cousins, nephews
sons and grandsons
for she knows
the viral power of love;

She's realized
that submission to her mate
does not equate servitude
so she's chosen
to embrace the peerless system
of checks and balances
as designed by God;

But most of all
she's chosen...to forgive
live in the present
and love...always love.
Selfless
committed
love
which takes
uncommon strength.

Copyright © 2005 by D.S. White, All Rights Reserved

Labels: poetry, Writing Related

By Dee On Thursday, May 26, 2005 At 3:38 AM