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"Images" by: Nubian Star

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Images

Images of u move across my mind
Like Ko thi dancers
Boldly elegant 
Much like the mahogany of ur eyes 
They send me into Juvenal pirouettes
Til I fall
Dizzy
Giggling
Free in the space mere thoughts of u provide
I spread my arms wide
Awaiting ur embrace
No matter how long it takes
For the melting of our sensibilities is timeless
The swaying of our hips together is a melody
In rhyming
We are the kick, ball, chain, step
Tap, tap, tapping away
As you partner with my heart
U surround me
So complete
I need nothing more than to
Open my heart
Soul
Eyes
And see the image of
U
To know
This…
This
Is
The dance of
Love
End Point
4/14/14

Written by: Nubian Star

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"The Fall" by: Nubian Star

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The Fall
I usta be able to 
Pull it out 
on
Demand
But now
Now
I wait
Like an addict
Sick for my next hit of
Ink
Words
Stanzas 
Carefully places thoughts
Yes
I miss it 
Like clean air
Or grandma grown veggies
Homemade marmalade 
I miss seeing a poem in
EVERYTHING
Every thing I could imagine
Came thru my hands
Etched out the tips of my
Fingertips
Drip from the ball of my pen
Creating masterpieces placed 
Lovingly together by
Emotional structures
Standing on the accent of each stroke
Every BOLD crooked 
Printed cursive line
I’ve never written symphonies
But thru my pen
I have conducted 
The opera of life thru
Words
Played the sweetest harmonies 
That dance in front of your eyes 
My every experience 
Was held 
Majestically 
Between the spaces of 
Each
Word
My triumphs
Myself induced 
Defeats
My struggles
My ambitions 
Dreams
All stored 
Between the spaces
& The many pages
of countless
Notebooks
Journals
Napkins
Menus
Flyers
Scrolls
Parchment 
It was my religion
& I was the most devote 
Believer
Worshipping
Words
Holy scriptures 
Gifted to me by the Most High
Anointed Scribe
But I forsaken it
Took the blessings for granted
Selfishly
Pridefully
Sinfully
I fell
Broke my quill
Could no longer spill
Ink
On gilded pages
No longer serve
In the army of 
Writing soldiers 
Give away my mojo
For vanity
And now I suffer
Fiend
For words that once wore my
exclusively
Want the words to 
Love 
Me
Again
End Point
4/7/14
Written by: Nubian Star

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Poetry "Ancestors" by:Nubian Star


I bet our ancestors are angry
Angry our backs are scar less 
Furious that our hands have
Never labor in any way like
Their calloused fingertips
We have no idea what cotton
Feels like pure from the ground
Under a hot Mississippi sun
At high noon
Can’t even imagine what it must have been
Like to watch my daughter be raped
By our master
Her father
I would guess the souls of those
That built what I now benefit from
Turn endlessly at the ignorance we resort to daily
Giving homage to them only in February
For 28 or 29 days
This country’s roads are paved on their graves
Haunted by their continual misfortune
The lives they were told they should be thankful for
Treated less than animals
Forced to pray to a God that didn’t even recognize them as human
Made to sing praises to a deity that demanded they give their blood
As worship or be punished
Monsters yielding
Black leather bound books
With gilded crosses
Filled with foreign markings
Inhuman teachings
Unrealistic requirements of devotion
I KNOW our ancestors cry out in rage
Every time we pick up instruments of hate
And kill one another
Over
Shoes
Jealousy
Lust
Territory
Behaving like the very ones that
Stole us in the first place
Ignorant
I bet our ancestors watch us now
Ashamed
End Point
4/10/14


Written by: Nubian Star

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