You lean into my eyes and you see rivers
Old rivers that stagnate in the past
Their fingers touch floors of this world
And wrap around the Blackness of my skin
Muddy, long, wet rivers
Like my 'peoples' path
And they flow everywhere
In the deep brown scars in my eyes
You see how things used to be ...
Pyramids
And chains
And master mentality arrangements ...
Rigged hard like hot cotton fields
And you hope they never change
You see what you were told to see,
But, I, only wanted you to see me
Now I talk to rivers
And the rivers talk back to me
They linger like dreams
And spread their life to everywhere
Like my 'peoples'
Even on the shores of a defeatist society ...
Now I walk in deserts
Deserts of broken hopes and dreams
They seem to be everywhere ...
Black and White and blue ... - Yellow too
Now I see deserts of my people
But, I'm left wondering if ...
They truly see themselves?
As these old rivers, and truth, dry up to dust ....
So many rivers have flowed through us
In bright and lustrous hearts
Poets remind us of what we can still be,
Maya
Langston
Malcolm X and Martin too ...
And many new Poets flew ...
No, not like raisins dying in the sun
No, not like servants and lesser things
No, not like inferiors and doomed beings ...
But, like Captains and Presidents
Soon we'll be Saints and Saviors too ...
And all American heroes for you ...
Dreamers and cloud walkers
My 'peoples', my hopes
-- All walked inside the dream
They made dreams reality;
In the highlands and the low lands
The rivers flowed ...
In dark darkness and smooth light
Like my 'peoples'
Each one of them, will love you too ...
And someday, the rivers
Like my 'peoples'
Shall flow again
Great the vision and dreams
Wise the rivers flow ...
Many older Blacks incorrectly use the word 'peoples' as a substitute for people.
I was assisted by my 13 year old nephew Michael, who asks, won't this poem anger 'peoples'. My answer: its not a poem about angering people, its about truth!
This reads like a classic and I coud easily hear these words formed as a fabulous delta blues number (love blues music...lol)
As for deleting anything...because it's "too angry"...Don't.
Such pieces are our growth stages and reflect on past eras...they show which way our individual paths led....and where from.
WE THAT BELIEVE...ARE ALREADY SAINTS. AND, MANY OF US ARE ALREADY SAVIORS. HOWEVER, INDEED, WE ARE ALL...DREAMERS. THANK YOU FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
So powerful, poignant,and beautifully written.I was reminded of Hughes' poem: "I've Known Rivers," as I read.
Thank you for sharing this gem, and continued success.
Sincerely,
This was so outstanding Shy, absolutely loved this:
Now I talk to rivers
And the rivers talk back to me
They linger like dreams
And spread their life to everywhere
Like my 'peoples'
Even on the shores of a defeatist society ...
Absolutely outstanding Shy...standing ovation. I totally and completely enjoyed this piece. Your newphew is a very lucky fellow man to have an uncle as wise and true as you. Bravo.
Cheers!
Deborah :o)))
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2004
Liltingly, hauntingly beautiful ShyPoet(who, with
the talent you possess)should not be...shy.
Reviewed by S H (Reader)
Reviewed on December 5, 2003
That's one of the best poems I've read on the authors den.
Exceptionally well written work! Very nice work and please tell your nephew that the REAL truth always angers people! But we need more of it in this world!
A wonderful write, ShyPoet! We are all different, and we are all the same; and who would have it any other way! We are the same when we love and want respect; we are all different in minds and looks, never mind color, eyes, hair, we are all different, thank God.
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
Applause & standing ovation! If Leonard Pitts wrote poetry, I swear it would be something like this. He is one of my modern literary heroes. Naaaah, he couldn't touch you here...maybe ;) This reminded me of an article he wrote on "Ghetto Opoly"---his words are so wise. If only some read more and actually let it sink in...AND put it to use.
I loved this view:
"But, like Captains and Presidents
Soon we'll be Saints and Saviors too ...
And all American heroes for you ..."
Here is what I might have added before this verse ;)
No, not like glorified pimps & "G's" that rap
No, not like a big commercialized fad
No, not like good sports and entertainment
No, not like business America sells "Black"
I've been inspired. This poetry washes all of the ugly away and clears a path that has always been open but maybe cluttered or one didn't see it there before to take that direction. A refining purification. Showing something that is already there and many need something to put them back on track. This is it. Your words are amazingly strung with depth that rings in and out of every line and leaves a reader with many after thoughts. This is one of the best pieces I have ever read from you. So, for 13 Michael, you aren't bad at all! I think you might be breathing down your old uncle's neck ;) Talent must run in the family.
Very well composed with much dignity, class, intelligence and skill. Fine fine work!
And an excellent truth, AKA ShyPoet! Like a river! And nothing else can be said.... this is the most beautiful write I've read, and it saved in my library already! Stay strong....
In Spirit,
Bear
Reviewed by lianne Jones (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
a very powerful and deep write, it's excellent!
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
Great dedication! I agree with Floria this is one of your gems from the heart and soul. Great write.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
When you write from deep down inside....what you truly feel..what is in your heart and soul..Shy..That is when you write your very best...this is one of your very best....and how could it possibly anger people...we are different all of us....God made us all unique..this is exceptional writing....and now my favorite of all of yours.....floria
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
And true it is indeed, very beautiful and powerful as well. A pleasure and privilege to read.
Reviewed by Taylor Trenton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2003
This is powerful!
"Now I talk to rivers
And the rivers talk back to me
They linger like dreams
And spread their life to everywhere
Like my 'peoples'
Even on the shores of a defeatist society "
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
As for deleting anything...because it's "too angry"...Don't.
Such pieces are our growth stages and reflect on past eras...they show which way our individual paths led....and where from.
Thank you for sharing this gem, and continued success.
Sincerely,
Barbara J.Henry
Now I talk to rivers
And the rivers talk back to me
They linger like dreams
And spread their life to everywhere
Like my 'peoples'
Even on the shores of a defeatist society ...
so insightful and wise,
Reindeer
Cheers!
Deborah :o)))
the talent you possess)should not be...shy.
Carmen
in the course of history, meantime seek freedom
I loved this view:
"But, like Captains and Presidents
Soon we'll be Saints and Saviors too ...
And all American heroes for you ..."
Here is what I might have added before this verse ;)
No, not like glorified pimps & "G's" that rap
No, not like a big commercialized fad
No, not like good sports and entertainment
No, not like business America sells "Black"
I've been inspired. This poetry washes all of the ugly away and clears a path that has always been open but maybe cluttered or one didn't see it there before to take that direction. A refining purification. Showing something that is already there and many need something to put them back on track. This is it. Your words are amazingly strung with depth that rings in and out of every line and leaves a reader with many after thoughts. This is one of the best pieces I have ever read from you. So, for 13 Michael, you aren't bad at all! I think you might be breathing down your old uncle's neck ;) Talent must run in the family.
Very well composed with much dignity, class, intelligence and skill. Fine fine work!
Thank You,
Teresa Emilie Dybevik
In Spirit,
Bear
"Now I talk to rivers
And the rivers talk back to me
They linger like dreams
And spread their life to everywhere
Like my 'peoples'
Even on the shores of a defeatist society "