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 to 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 a 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!
I look into your eyes and see a race of kings and elders, deep and wise and proud. I look into your past and see the blood and sweat that built a nation, and a legacy that gave us our our American music and our very soul...a most beautiful poem!
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on January 8, 2004
"...great, the vision and dreams,
wise the rivers flow.."
Could well apply to these marvelously
contructed verses. It has always been
truth, that where natural talent is,
there is no color or race, only words
that touch a univeral cord. You have
certainly done that in this work.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on December 14, 2003
Beautiful Poetry...
"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 ..."
Oh Shy, this is a wonderful piece I was truly in awe
this is the very essence of poetry wonder tribute as well!!!
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2003
All I can say is that you are brilliant. I love this...it is in my library. It was well worth reading a second time around. I appreciate work like this. I am sure, this will be studied for years to come. Excellent poet you are... hey, you've always known that yes sir, you are always one I turn to learn from :) I'm glad and honored to have the ability to do so. Wonderful work....Psssst, Michael... I think your ole unc has some competition. ;)
Thank You,
Emilie
Reviewed by Susan Sparks (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2003
Shy, This is EXCELLENT. A great expression of black pride. I see a black President of the US in our near future. From great adversity comes the greatest wisdom. Therefore, I'm certain that the day we are led by a black President will be a great day for America and all Americans. Thanks for sharing. Susan Sparks
Beauty is a river called Jim/Shy poet1 and I have
just rowed (awestruck) down it,wow!
I wanted to cry when I saw the current deep down
but before I could it swept me off
over waves
swiftly
passing so much of sorrow
hope
wisdom
power
and love,love WAS/IS the river,
(the river of a TOP poet,)
I would like to row there again on that river,
that river of Jim re Shy poet1...how lucky Langston Hughes is
to have this poem dedicated to them...this was an awesome adventure Shy,just beautiful poetry!
Love
from
kay.
On the point of that word 'peoples'I wonder if it is really
incorrect,when I think it over and I think of even the word 'person'
an 's' could rightly be added(oh,I know not by english rules but I mean by poetic license)for even each person has so many sides to them,
we are the child the adult the sisters brothers friends worker dreamer
teacher learner and so on all in one,are we not peoples in ourself?I wonder...I know 'peoples' is not so called correct,but,I love that word anyway.Your nephew sounds adorable,I am sending him a big Aussie hug!
Hi michael from Australia!xo
your style, tone and imagery reach into the delicate shadows of time's poetic hero, flowing into the river of life...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on November 23, 2003
Wonderful write. Thanks for the sharing.
Reviewed by Sheila Jones (Reader)
Reviewed on November 23, 2003
Oh my, this is totally beautiful!
"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 ..."
Thank you Shy, for sharing your excellent poetry!
Sheila
Reviewed by Taylor Trenton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 23, 2003
Beautiful poem such depth it amazes me.
"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 ...."
Shy you may not realize it but this is one of your best if not your best...it is from your soul...and that is where the best poetry comes from...this is intense in it's message and truths....
"No, not like raisins dying in the sun
No, not like servants and lesser things
No, not like inferiors and a doomed beings ...
But, like Captains and Presidents
Soon we'll be Saints and Saviors too ...
And all American heroes for you ..."
what a wonderful expression of pride in your people...and your nephew is lucky to have you to teach him all this..
BRAVO!!
It surely is a winner.....floria
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wise the rivers flow.."
Could well apply to these marvelously
contructed verses. It has always been
truth, that where natural talent is,
there is no color or race, only words
that touch a univeral cord. You have
certainly done that in this work.
"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 ..."
Peg
this is the very essence of poetry wonder tribute as well!!!
Thank You,
Emilie
This poem should be read by one and all..
It is proud, profound and pure....ty, Dani
~Chrissie
just rowed (awestruck) down it,wow!
I wanted to cry when I saw the current deep down
but before I could it swept me off
over waves
swiftly
passing so much of sorrow
hope
wisdom
power
and love,love WAS/IS the river,
(the river of a TOP poet,)
I would like to row there again on that river,
that river of Jim re Shy poet1...how lucky Langston Hughes is
to have this poem dedicated to them...this was an awesome adventure Shy,just beautiful poetry!
Love
from
kay.
On the point of that word 'peoples'I wonder if it is really
incorrect,when I think it over and I think of even the word 'person'
an 's' could rightly be added(oh,I know not by english rules but I mean by poetic license)for even each person has so many sides to them,
we are the child the adult the sisters brothers friends worker dreamer
teacher learner and so on all in one,are we not peoples in ourself?I wonder...I know 'peoples' is not so called correct,but,I love that word anyway.Your nephew sounds adorable,I am sending him a big Aussie hug!
Hi michael from Australia!xo
Reindeer
V.
Thank you for writing AND reposting. I might have missed it.
"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 ..."
Thank you Shy, for sharing your excellent poetry!
Sheila
"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 ...."
Carmen
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
"No, not like raisins dying in the sun
No, not like servants and lesser things
No, not like inferiors and a doomed beings ...
But, like Captains and Presidents
Soon we'll be Saints and Saviors too ...
And all American heroes for you ..."
what a wonderful expression of pride in your people...and your nephew is lucky to have you to teach him all this..
BRAVO!!
It surely is a winner.....floria