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Japanese Garden n' America
by Mitzi Kay Jackson

Friday, January 21, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Got a wonderful book "Reflections of The Spirit" By Maggie Oster watched Angela doing Tina Turner in "What's Love got to do With It" and oh well enjoy...............

I'm going to start this one nice n' easy







I was sitting on blue clouds
Counting Gods
As they walked by
Eyes bright as oceans stars
Glistening under waves of silver
When I saw him
Standing as Solomon did
Hanging child under his wrist
Confident black
Bold black
Strong black like the father
On Good Times black
(ain’t we lucky we got em’ black)
Air got caught in my throat
And I started to choke
Declining as do winter snow
Falling big and slow
When his eyes caught me
Levitating me
Holding me in suspense

Till the day grew dark
And we lay down
On blades of grass
Where I became fields of sprinkled sand
Over wet lands
And he drain my every dream
My every thought
My every fear and hope
He split me open like
Watermelon on a summer day
With scores of family and bar-b-que
And children run and play
Juices turning greens to blu~black
Breaths shallow
He whispers “don’t be alarmed, this was meant to be”
How he eased it all loose from me
Pain as beautiful
As the leaves in the rain
Twisted

Sun shined on my forehead
And exposed my belly
Full as the moon
Surely being over Neptune
He washes over me like
Blindness
And I can’t see, but I’m happy
Worth more than all the gold
Of King Cole
Cause I can breathe
I felt the twinkles of my stars
And the beating of my heart
No more clouds to hide in
I am his design
Brighten me pink
Me not thinking
Floating with flat green oval
And he is truth black
Deep deep blu black….Out of existence black

Outside though they call him
Dat nigga
That black who can handle
That trigger nigga
That black who would
Put two in ya nigga
That black who plans n’ sends
Them packs nigga
That black that keeps
Dem rats’ nigga
That black that
pushes them stacks nigga
that black that say:
fuck da police
fuck da system
fuck da world
fuck dem mutherf**ker rules
I got ta twist em’
I got ta make ma own existence black


I remember the sounds
The bright as red sun sounds
The thunder beating the rains sounds
The trees crying out in pain sounds
Feeling alone left empty
My baby slid from me
Like water in my hands
I am falling….to the floor
Trying to hold on….for more sounds
Of that tickle my pink
Of that sparkling stars
Of that gentle rain down my back
And leggs
See I am your design
I am here now
I am green reflecting
I am a Japanese Garden in America
I am thirteen shades of green…..now
My King Solomon is not here
Nigga you should have left me in the clouds



As beautiful as this place is

  

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Reviewed by Michael LaSalle 5/27/2007
your talent blows my mind, this poem is still giving me chills, you are in a league of your own, only a few other writers I know stand as you do. hard to put into words such an impacting piece, its a vision of art. I loved it very much, thank you, mike
Reviewed by Shinya Yawakazi 10/11/2006
I agree with all of them when I say"This is the most beautiful poem i've read in a while now and have you been to Okinawa,Japan its really beautiful^_^If you have any questions of Japan culture let me know...im basically it heh heh
Reviewed by Rukiya Faizah (Reader) 10/31/2005
This was too beautiful...can't believe I haven't read it before today. Wow, woman, thanks for this...and i love it.
Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson 2/4/2005
Great job!
Reviewed by Robert Fullerton (Reader) 2/3/2005
You seem to be able to put words down that I can only think of...Outstanding, Mitzi.....Thanks.....Bob
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 1/24/2005
A wondrous post! Very interesting read indeed!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 1/23/2005
I love your poetry, this is outstanding,

Reindeer
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 1/23/2005
Off The Wall Done Good Honest Street Stuff Getten F--ked By System Of
El Presidente Bush & His Mexicanos $Greed Mongering$ Clones...

Right On With What's Not On Right!

TRASK
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 1/23/2005
'Brighten me pink' is the kind of phrase only you can turn. This one grabs you by the emotions, Mitzi.

Ron
Reviewed by Nordette Adams 1/22/2005
Well, all right all right now! LOL
Drop by and read "Cat Fight" if you haven't done so already, Mitzi, and thank you for your encouragement.
"Cat Fight"
Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart 1/22/2005
This is a masterpiece if I ever saw one. Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. Tina would be proud. Bravo.
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 1/22/2005
Wow, wow quite a poetic story. G
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 1/22/2005
Mitzi,

You are an amazing poet. Gritty. Raw. REAL. An extraordinary piece you have penned--you just keep getting better and better--i love the way you pour your soul onto the page

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

YOU ROCK!
Reviewed by Lamar Hunt 1/22/2005
Truly lofty, rich in feeling, but the language is a bit much for my sheltered ears. Rich blessings. Lamar
Reviewed by Walter Jones 1/22/2005
You grab and turn me so well, image and pain not for the reader but for the liver of life, touch a sore and fill it with balm, heal a wound over a sliver and it festers, to release the forgien body, remind and take, each day lives in us to express our souls that others may step on us to reach better...i could never say it enough times, you are a great writer.. Walt
Reviewed by jude forese 1/22/2005
the color a soul depends on its ability to see in spectrums ...

exceptional poem!
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 1/22/2005
I have not figured that word out either Sandie but he does create a powerful message here. It got me to going.
Reviewed by Felix Perry 1/22/2005
Nice write, sounds so refreshing to heart and spirit.

Felix
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 1/22/2005
Richly woven and power packed, Mitzi. You really pull the reader in all the way; love the imagery! Bravo!
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 1/22/2005
I don't know why black people are called "nigger", why can't they be just simply called "black"?

No matter, this write is just AWESOME. It captvates me from beginning to end.

Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 1/22/2005
Wow, Mitzi. You sure did start this one 'nice 'n easy' but ended it much differently. A truly powerful emotional write.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 1/22/2005
I hear you. I hear you loud and clear here. I do so hope that before I pass on that the word "nigga" will become as distasteful when black Americans say it as it does when we whites utter the word. I can understand why it is used, I think, but the word is such an explosive one, and rightly so, that it needs the same stigma put on it no matter who uses is. As I said, I do understand, it is somewhat the same as when we whites call ourselves "rednecks" as opposed to other people calling us the the same thing. A lot get lost in the translation. Be good. I know you are.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 1/22/2005
Exceptional poetry Mitzi!!

love Tinka
Reviewed by Marilyn Seray 1/21/2005
Mitzi, this is truly deep, thoughtful and full of visions. It flowed like a song learned from/by heart.
Reviewed by Aberjhani 1/21/2005
Out of all the talk regarding revolutions during the 1960s and beyond, I don't think anyone realized that the most meaningful revolutions, whether televised or not, would not take place in the streets but in the minds and souls of poets like Mitzi Jackson. It's kind'a like the Staple Singers said: "I'll take you there," and you sho nuff did. And then again it was like Tina said: "We gonna start this one out nice, and slow, and easy. But then we gonna end it real rough." And you sho nuff did. Peace.
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 1/21/2005
This is most thought-provoking, Mitzi; as we have come to expect from your poetic soul. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by E T Waldron 1/21/2005
Mitzi your poetry is always exceptional! This one reminds me of how llttle we truly know about humanities nature.. I always look deep into the duality of nature. We can desire someone for the incredible way they make us feel and some of the fantastic things they do, only to find they have another side and they do the bad things just as good as they do the good things.;-)Great poetry ms poet...

Love, Eileen
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 1/21/2005
May be one should think about changing the age group here.

When I had a Jap garden, it was just peaceful. This is a great poem, full of poetic images.

Here we can't use the Nig' word..



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