*It's in the way our eyes met
playfully chasing each others shadows
sumthing bout the way you say
it's gonna be alright baby
grabbing me off the bathroom floor
both hands at my shoulders
sumthing bout the way you say
it's gonna be alright baby
alright baby
Silence stirs in my womb
Full with you
I breathe love
Inhaling all you have to give
I soak
I bathe
In the glory you are…..black man
Silence covers my entire being
Of times on bended knees
Praying for you to return to me
My heart knows shit just ain’t right
My mind knows things just ain’t right
And you get out there and make that money
That’s the only way…and the shit ain’t funny
And I pray Lord keep him safe
All the killing
All the killing…while
Silence stirs my inside
And I want to be filled with the glory of you
Black man
I want that part of you that’s pure
Blackman
God knows I’m know saint
Can’t point the finger at you
But what am I to do
All the killing
All the killing
Silence stirs my brain
Things ain’t the same
And I miss you black man
I miss you so much black man
That I sit for hours
Cradling the child that should have been ours
Why you off cause
You had to be that black man
Who’s part of the master’s plan
And rain down on our picnic
The depth of emotion, hope, and dedication runs so deep through MASTER'S PLAN that it approaches the sacred. Wonderful work with telling undertones of significant sociopolitical elements.
Hi, Mitzi. I'd like to put a link to this over at Kings and Kindreds. :-) And I think that's enough to let you know what I think of the poem. LOL. ~~Nordette
A very beautiful and emotional
poetic view of thoughts your poem is filled
With a sadness that is just so heartfelt
And I can feel your loss sometimes we make plans but
God decides what is right for us
He has set a path for each and everyone of us to fallow!
Excellent Imagery And Flow very sad and the
Page is filled with painful emotions!!
Love And peace to You Always..Morning Star
Very nice and an interesting view of thought, one who cradles the thought of another yet the rain upon a picnic from which the created master's plan has fallen...very nice
Awesome energy in this poem. It is a plea for the greatest black man to return and pick up where things left off...the sun will shine again, Mitzi and inside that picnic basket is a neatly folded red and white checkerboard tablecloth, fried chicken, potato salad, bread, cheese and wine for two...Blessed Be.
Sis, the ending of this was just lovely. I could relate to this whole piece but the ending, it has that twist of knowledge and word play, that I love most about writing.
Dear Mitzi,
Biggest love and care to you sista!!
So happy to have crossed your humble, love surrendering path!
All the love you need is abundant inside of you!!
Shine on beautiful soul!
Love and friendship
Suzie xoxo :-D
Rain Down On Our Picnic,i.e.There's No Master Plan Only Plan You Got Involved In-I Think You're Pretty & Pretty Smart To NO IT DOES TAKE 2 To Tango-Huh! He Gave You FREEDOM OF CHOICE-FREE WILL...
Whole Idea Is Not To Look Back Only In Justice Of Revenge You Been Wronged-Even In Love You Just Can't Get Enough Of (Greed) You Want More Sex...So If You Don't Hang On To The Rope (God) Threw Out You As I Simply Hang Yourself In The (Lasso) Loop..
This Is Good Write On--Let's Face It (God) Ain't No Saint Either He's Just As Guilty In His Own Eyes Of Bumbled Creation-Be Satan Devil...
the mystery is who the master is...if the plan is rain then it's a negative plan...should be no saint, right? i really enjoyed this one although the reader is left a bit confused...thanks a lot for sharing
So well you reach out to the plight of living, and being a part of the culture, sharing the soul, marking the edge, a reflection, a truth, growing more than time and space, a rest spot, for words and thought.. Walt
Deeply passsionate and painful write from the heart of a caring woman who though proud of her man also is somewhat angry at him or perhaps the life that took him from her. As always Mitzi you keep it real.
Mitzi this is so filled with a sadness that is just not funny. I can feel your loss, and the anger. I can hear your crying and see your tears. I can also feel your despair, and your love for the child that you cradle in your arms. The killing isn't right, and never will be. The Master's plan is different for each one of us, because each one of us is unique. Stay strong Mitzi, because it is in our strength that we can heal.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little den sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
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poetic view of thoughts your poem is filled
With a sadness that is just so heartfelt
And I can feel your loss sometimes we make plans but
God decides what is right for us
He has set a path for each and everyone of us to fallow!
Excellent Imagery And Flow very sad and the
Page is filled with painful emotions!!
Love And peace to You Always..Morning Star
The master's plan ain't ours, but it's what's to be.
Ron
enjoyed.....Art Sun...
Sage
Biggest love and care to you sista!!
So happy to have crossed your humble, love surrendering path!
All the love you need is abundant inside of you!!
Shine on beautiful soul!
Love and friendship
Suzie xoxo :-D
Very emotional, sad and such beautiful write
Whole Idea Is Not To Look Back Only In Justice Of Revenge You Been Wronged-Even In Love You Just Can't Get Enough Of (Greed) You Want More Sex...So If You Don't Hang On To The Rope (God) Threw Out You As I Simply Hang Yourself In The (Lasso) Loop..
This Is Good Write On--Let's Face It (God) Ain't No Saint Either He's Just As Guilty In His Own Eyes Of Bumbled Creation-Be Satan Devil...
TRASK
(((((HUGS)))), love and prayer, Karla. *Happy New Year!*
Love Tinka
Also, I like the graphic--how did you upload it?
tell it like it is.
Happy 2007!
Happy New Year to you and your family!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Fee
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little den sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."