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"POEMS ARE: LOVE--RELIGIOUS--JINGLES--EVERYDAY MESSAGES"
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MY TRIBUTE WRITTEN COMPOSED PIECE TO MAYA ANGELOU
| Posted on May 31, 2014 at 5:12 PM |
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 MY TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU MAYA How do you
know, I ask you
again, How do you
know about this news, About this
spiritual soul, They say that
she took her flight to the heavens, A flight to
the heavens, Say that again, Who? Maya Angelo, That is what
is said, Someone said
that her works, her missions, her everything here was
finished, Finished I
say again, And so they said
that then she just up and left, Left all she
matriculated here, all that she had ever accomplished through out the pages of
history, and time, For mankind
to moan, groan, Weep about
and pray, Why if you
talk to some others you will find that It is the
marking of a grand celebration, Now tell me
just how celebrating someone who is now dead a
celebration someone did ask, In fact, Explain to
me what you mean by this, Is what was asked, And said, This
celebration is for the soul of a poet, Quite
remarkable indeed, Gone to meet
Sweet Jesus, Gone to rest
her head with his, For most all,
the interpretation is simply called dead, But for me
instead, I see her
with those golden fingers still writing new intelligent, Angelic
pieces for the angels to speak out loud above the luminous Clouds, While
walking down the golden streets as they pass saints, You know who
saints are right, Those are
the folks who lives became inspirations to the dust people, Us I say, Us, Why when she
broke through those heavenly realms, The cheers
were so loud, and thunderous, Why the
celebration there sent water raindrops all the way down here, It did rain,
here I say, For a couple
of days, You know it
rained down here all the way around the world, But in
heaven, She now has
her words flowing, Telling the
glorious experiences there on forever non expiring paper, As the saints
of all times gather to hear what next angelic verses she may put together with
the angelic saintly intelligence that she will forever display, Why even Sweet
Jesus stops what He is doing to listen to whatever she might
compose and say next, We celebrate
your lovely soul, We honor and
reverence the time and space that you filled with your Voice, song,
intelligence, Spoken
words, plays, The embodiment
of the woman you evolved to be and expressed So vividly,
boldly and with undeniable grace, Fashioned
always by the truth almost missed between the messages, The messages
of overcoming of ourselves in order to be crowned by grace, The messages
of unity and love between mankind no matter the races, The messages
of uplifting of the souls, The
acceptance of the struggles, While shocking
others and bursting the views of those who like To live in
their own created bubbles, No one will
ever brace the pages of history as a poet, play wright, talented actress, activist,
like you have, and did, So I end
this honorary solute to you in words by you best said, I rise, I rise, Until I meet
Sweet Jesus, I rise I
rise, Until I
embrace my heavenly, transformed being, I rise I
rise, Until my
home in heaven I walk valiantly, Where I will
forever write poetic messages, With those
golden fingers of mine, Stored in a
place called forever time, I rise, I rise, I rise, I rise! Love Ya MAYA
ANGELOU! POET/Author Thelma Cunningham |
"HOODIE"
| Posted on April 2, 2012 at 3:50 AM |
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 "HOODIE"You are soft and covering, As I move, you provide, Warmth, Protection, Style, Privacy, Covering, Yes! Some have been infamous under you, That is true, But, not the majority I say, No! Not the majority at all. One way direction, Forward, I press, Sometimes simply breezing by the things I pass, Destination without procrastination, Snuggled under so tightly as I walk, Run, Stroll, To cold to do without you, Bold enough to speak about you, You are worn in different styles from culture to culture by any human, This includes, Youngins, woman, men, How is it that for only one culture you represent only danger, only sin? Couldn’t that sin apply to most anyone? It is the behavior associated with it when done that fuels the fear, But, Know that it is true for any culture, any time, and anywhere. And Understand that this is not the only selected choice and gear, Folks do what they plan in the face that smiles , With no covering at all, Without any regard, respect, repentance or fear. |
"Who Was I"
| Posted on March 30, 2012 at 6:30 AM |
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 Who Was I Was I my mother’s son, Was I the beloved, hallowed born male in my family, My father’s delight and yet, There was born two, But now tragically only left to bring in the family off spring only one, Were my cries, my bemoans for life, For help, Below the moon that pierced the dark, velvet sky, That aphotic, cryptic night, Did they echo the cries that took place way back when the slaves cried and bewailed as they were drug to the shores of no more? Who was there to hear my cries of help? Who was there for me as I let out my last sighs as I died? I lay on a cold slate three days like a tossed away slave, Cold, lifeless and alone, Ignored, and tossed to the side my phone, Just long enough to cover up any truth that might would have come out, Now framed and being blamed, Disgrace being placed by my name, I fought as hard as I could to live, I tell you, I did, I was ever so brave, As on the grass I lay, That night that I fought for my life and my right to live and travel as I did, I fought to be where I was, I fought for the right to walk freely as me under that beaming moonlight, I fought for the right to be a dark skinned man given the right to place a hood of cover over my head because of the cold and rain, I fought for the right to embrace my family again, But tragically, A frightful, calamitous, Insufferable, appalling, gruesome, grim demise would be my plight, And now after all you have done, You try to damage and further devalue my lifeless being, You want to squash who I was like a bug under your foot with no meaning, But, The heavens have intervened, The world has told you no, This is and was our son, A human being, Our brother, A destined father, His mother’s and his dad’s adored son, Our beloved one, Black, White, Hispanic, And oh no we are not done, From the highest office, To the furthest part of the world, Just about everyone, They heard and hear the grief of a Grieving mom and dad, They hear my cries too finally although I do not dwell any longer under the sun but rest in the Son, Justice for me is reigning, As I rest with God’s son. We got you covered Trayvon Martin. AS An Army We Must Break The Violence So Fluid In Our Society For One Cruel Reason Or The Other We Pacify Ourselves With. For You See It Never Matters When It Is Not At Your Door Step! |
DO YOU KNOW THAT I FORGIVE YOU
| Posted on March 22, 2012 at 4:30 AM |
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 Do You know That I Forgive You I really do not understand how I can, Or why, Immeasurable hurt abounded inside after you, This thing, these things you did, I was perplexed, confused and wondered why, Because hurt may come when people make mistakes, But when done on purpose, Many a soul inside dies, Depression, Rejection, Insecurity, Distress, Languish, And gloom, I knew I had to find myself Or my life was over soon, Could I find the strength to forgive, Pass all the hurt, Pandemonium, Turmoil, Self blame and even shame, My groaning enlightened my senses And allowed me to refute every self accusation of blame, But, I forgive you, My feelings swayed like leaves blown By a strong wind, Back and forth, Sometimes fiercely and other times violent, Wanting revenge as I cried, Sobbed, Inconsolable whimpers, Inner being left hollow, Then miraculously, My emotions, They finally subsided, Allowing a shimmer of healing inside, I lamented, I started listening to a minister, Forgivenessis what is constantly ministered, Well, when you are hurting, Truly wounded, Pounded by the offense, offenses, Memories hurling you to the abyss, Nothing said like forgiveness most times matters, In fact, You would rather die, But , Inside I did, I continued to die, My soul inside continued to die, I realized that I had to let this go, This one thing I now understand and realize, That is, Bring all and every situation to God who Already knows, And ask him to help you to heal and forgive, Jesus will handle the situations and comfort your Soul, So, My advice to you is live, Let it go, Let Jesus carry the hurt, Take care of restoration, Take care of justification, Grant you a resurrection and manifestation of acceptance and love, Bless you, Give you peace and nourish your soul. And if you are the offender, Stop, To Jesus you bow your knees, Ask for forgiveness please, And those who you are offending, Attacking, Hurting, Let them go, The freedom you give them is the same freedom that will save your own soul. |
"The Again And Again Praise"
| Posted on March 6, 2012 at 5:46 AM |
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 The Again And Again Praise Jesus, Heavenly Father, Thank you for the again and again Answers, Blessings, Deliverances, I know that I need you still again and again, However, I know that the battle you have already won, Jesus I know and before all declare you as my Savior, And God’s son, Yet, Having said all that, This does not mean that I will not have to come to you again and again, You are aware of this and that is how you said for it to be, Depending on you for all and everything, I thank you for always making provision for all my needs and for totally forgiving my sins, taking away penalties and understanding me, I so dearly need your help, Deliverance, Care, Love, Acceptance, Forgiveness, And, Protection, Every kind of blessing that I am in advance thanking you for and that I am always confessing again and again, When my enemies try to make me ashamed that I need you again and again, Strengthen me Lord Jesus with your anointed caring favor, When I fall weak from the battle at your alter sometimes in despair, Please send the help that I prayed for and need from far and near, You are the God who never sleeps or Forgets anything ever except my sins, So again and again here I am, Pouring out my heart, Anguish, Despondency, Frustration, Dilemmas, Predicaments, Disappointments, Stress and troubles, And yes, As usual, I need you again and again, Sometimes it is family troubles, Sometimes it is marriage difficulties, Sometimes my selfish unforgiving attitude, Yet, forgiveness is what I’ll need the most, Sometimes it is financial crisis, Sometimes it is flesh control issues that may be, Gluttony, Sexual, Dishonesty, Cursing, Profanity, Temper, Neglect, And yes, I need deliverance form these or that, Most times it may be deliverance from cruel enemies that are quite shrewd, That plan my demise constantly and down fall, The strife and ending of my life, They plot and schedule my humiliation and disgrace, They put me on display the same way they did you on many a day, They strategize my dilemmas, They set up the trials and trauma that bring tears to my face, But, Again and again, You send your deliverance, You apply your mercy and grace, You grant the favor and answers to my petitions, All my trespasses and sins under your salvation plan are totally forgiven, And although I learn righteous lessons through the trials and the load I through humility bear, Still, Again and again I thank you for always blessing me, Sending deliverance and, Again, Always being there. |
"TORNADO"
| Posted on March 5, 2012 at 2:59 AM |
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  Tornado Twirling, Swirling, Whirling, Round and round, Picking up and throwing houses, cars,buildings, structures and objects violently to the ground, The trees split, The wind blows with fierce force and forms a rapid rotating funnel twist, Objects are spinning around, above and within the funnel’s vortex inner midst, Hail and rain usually accompanies this wind storm, However, it does appear with just magnanimous clouds and winds alone, It shatters glass and any and everything fragile in its path, Take shelter or you will be caught up in the winds fierce blast, Folks take shelter and hover inquisitively in areas that are deemed safe, Hoping that the winds by pass their space, Meteorologist call them twisters or cyclones, It is a ripping, roaring, rotating dangerous column of air, The term supercellular refers to when it develops over bodies of water and only there. It connects to the surface of the earth and a cumulonimbus cloud, The narrow end of the funnel touches the earth and grounds, Lightening will appear in spurts, And it is accompanied by debris and dust or dirt, Then when all the wind is gone, It is time to repair all the damage that is done. Hopefully, none of your kin and friends were tossed by the storm, And yes, by your side and in your arms they all are left as well you unharmed. |
"REMINDER"
| Posted on March 1, 2012 at 12:17 AM |
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 REMINDERYet another reminder, Oh No! Fallen! Moments surreal, time stood still. Pondering!Stunned! Locomotion! Mind in vague trance time, Cartilage now begins to lye, Lifeless osseous matter transpired, Obsolescence, Expired, Cessation, Souls flying all at once to the sky, Violence, annihilation is here, Tragedy not scarce, Tragedy not rare Death too now here, Still dismayed today, Gone away, Suddenly, Alarm, Tumultuous travesty, Far gone, No win, No win again, Reminder of kinder, Reminder of care, Your still here, Not gone, not gone, By the grace of God, Meditation and prayer, Souls flew away while bodies lied motionless as they fell, Fly away beyond the clouds, Gone away, gone away now, Our town of tears applicable here, Smiles turned upside down, Inconsolable hours, Flowers to lie, Teddy Bears and candles on display, Cards with expressions and posters beside each other lay, Hugs for pain, Now the blame, No words alleviate grief, Now time stands still before it fly’s with cries, Empathy, Sympathy, Far better to care, Acceptance, Perhaps passion, Too late, Consequences of hate, Perpetuated state of hate, Avoidable fate, Now a soul is through the never to return gates, Never to return gates await, Frigid, bleak state, At best the rest, Left with recoiling memories of pleasant, special occasions all now cherishing, Bitter sweet, Bitter sweet feelings now you keep as you weep, Reminder to love, Reminder to care, Empathy, Sympathy, Acceptance, Respect, Your still here, not gone, Not gone, Reminder, Reminder, Reminder to read God’s word, obey it, love and care. |
"A Tribute To Whitney"
| Posted on February 14, 2012 at 9:06 AM |
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Stairway To Jesus Although I walked this realm many a life given step,  Although I caressed your face and dried your tears on many a day that you wept, I will always do the same, no matter where I am. Even though I am in a heaven destined plain, Not the same, but yet I do and always will remain, Above the clouds, I know me, you right now may not envision or perceive, But, Just know that although you weep, I hear and I do understand your grief, And one day, yes, you will here with me live and be, So, When you see a floating cloud know that, I am resting in Jesus. I am resting in Jesus. I know that you are hurting and grieving. I know tears are streaming, I know that your heart aches and brakes. And, you may also be thinking was it something that you could have done? We all have a destiny at an appointed time. Each and every one, This, anticipate, No matter the circumstances, no matter, Our days are accounted for under the sun. Then, The stairway to Jesus we must then climb. That bright lit journey that is heavenly devised, Away from all life’s pressures, expectations, dire situations, sorrows, struggles, But not all strain, There was also success, love, joy, and divine happiness, Most of all, Mainly, My love for you all too, that is and will never, ever change, Especially for you, dearest, Most of all in your heart of love I will always too remain. I gave my all and many a soul it blessed, My Jesus knew my needs and granted what was best, Divine rest, Hear me as I sing, Yes Jesus loves me, Yes Jesus loves me, And this I leave and all my worldly treasures for a realm far better, So when you think of a bright sunny day, My love will comfort and light your way. When the breezes blow softly in Spring, When the songs of the birds you hear singing, And when on fresh falling snow the sparkles of sun rays glisten, And when in your mind me you are missing, Sing a song with me and my love will sparkle like gleaming sun rays, comfort like soft, warm Spring breezes, and bring melodies of joy and love from the birds you’ll hear singing. In the night, A blanket of velvet sky that covers the earth with stars is where I’ll gleam, I’ll be next to Jesus night and day, In His eternal presence, And in you love, I will, as I mentioned always stay, But until you are able to see my smile, hear my voice again and I yours, Just know that I walked the stairway to heaven. And that Jesus greeted me, And all of heaven’s host proclaimed, “Welcome Home” |
"SOMETHING IS BROKEN"
| Posted on January 30, 2012 at 11:32 PM |
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 "SOMETHING IS "BROKEN" Something Is Broken Slit, Slit, You may not get this, Slit, Slit, That is just a mournful, gripping, display, Affliction, crucifying addiction, Scars it always bears on the skin, Blood oozing, nullifying weariness, State of flesh rare with aching wounds baring the pains I incubate, Inside, hollow, blurry tomorrow, Slit, slit, burn, burn, Why? Something is broken, No one to hear, No one to understand, No one to care, Sometimes burns, Depending upon whose hurting, Out of here despair, Somehow this is what I’ll do to declare, Something is broken, Miss it, dismiss it, condemned, Injury, laceration, complications, Wounded inside, wounded outside, Annoyance to acknowledge, Pestering, embarrassing at best, So how do you handle this so called Aggravation, Bothersome, excruciating, exasperating, Inflaming, injurious, vexing ordeal, How do you approach? How do you begin to embrace, face this harrowing, complex, yet reachable heartand soul sickness? One loving word at a time, One loving I love you at a time, One I’ll listen and let you talk at a time, One Jesus is the answer who is always ready to listen, care, be there when no one else is at a time. One I am here and do care to listen at a time, How do you reach a soul, heart, that is crying out from a living purgatory? One loving, saving answer at a time. |
"Momma's Memoirs
| Posted on January 21, 2012 at 1:12 PM |
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 "Hello All!" Once Again It Gives Me Great Pleasure To Showcase The Book Entitled.......  "Momma's Memoirs" You Know, you are only given one mom. Hopefully, you get to love and cheerish her as I did mine. Was my mom absoblutely perfect? No! We are not called to be perfect. We are placed here to be loving, thoughtful, helpful, genuine and as kind as can be. Now that I have shared that, I want to tell you that this book is about my mother and the many lives that she influenced in such gracious ways. My mom is in heaven now. I do miss her dearly. 'This book gives only a glimpse of her presence here on earth. Not lengthy, but just right. A beautiful version that is meant to honor some of the many activities that she pursued and accomplished with her alloted time here on this earth. Please enjoy the read. written by: Author Thelma Cunningham |
