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                 MORNING DEW

Forever in a moment a void is replaced by the thirst
quenching drink of the morning dew...

Morning dew, ohhhhh morning dew....take not one moment 
away from the feeling indescribably sweet...

Ohhhhhhhh mutters the grass as her long glistening hair 
sweeps the heels of her feet.....
Ashamed not of her beauty she is confident and complete...
He is in love with this morning dew who is transfixed on 
the herbal fragrance and the magic of the mineral mist....
Awakened with a passion and moved by the spell....
Forever in a moment his journey begins at the creek.

Stillness of the water, clear and fresh
Awaken my darlin' this is a new day a shadow springs 
forth and whispers these words...
Renewed by the creative energy enticed by the force 
that it brings...
Your love for her forever in a moment 'till the day
that you lay down to rest.

"awaken with the passion of morning dew"

"kissing your lips lightly as you sleep"....

Awaken my darlin' to this day of new
Allow the morning dew to christen you...
swiftly and abruptly the dampness meets your skin
the moisture and the smell captivates you....
to the deepest darkness within;
as you breathe a deep breathe it automatically soothes 
you and the journey begins.

You open your eyes to the sky still dark...with 
a haze of first morning light
Amazed by the captivity it handsomely sparks...
As A Good Morning embarks......whispering in the 
breeze never to impart.
A flash and a shadow breezes a touch away from 
your skin....
An Awareness of awe reaches you with the mist 
of the morning dew.

An incense of myrrh and sandalwood and some other 
familiar herbs sweep past your third sense and 
dances in the breeze as if it belongs there.
You Rise from your slumber  as you hear the 
rushing water in the creek soothing sentiments 
it seems to speak' a lullaby from the mountains peak!!
You gracefully stand up and feel the warm ground 
beneath your feet....
Intrigued by this fantasy and the power it brings 
pleased to obey its youthful qualms.

Taking a deep breathe to the water you leap.
Her beauty is immeasurable ....a light glows around 
her nakedness as she bathes in the hot springs with 
minerals that shine against her olive skin...
By the presence of her being you gallant stride 
rhythmically begins.
As if driven by an unknown force you are gravitated 
to go forth...the morning dew mixed with the myrrh 
and the minerals that are misting from the falls that 
so has you moved...seems to pull you into the froth...
She rises her head as she seems to uncover her trance
A smile of tenderness dancing gracefully calms all 
fears that may be within,
She calls out your name as if you were an old lover 
and friend...and holds
out her dainty fragile silky hand...

Without hesitation you slide your fingers through 
hers....Eyes upon eyes trusting and touching souls..
She walks from under the falls into your arms....
perfectly sculptured as made from a mold...
Forever in a moment a void is replaced by the thirst 
quenching drink of the morning dew...

Morning dew, ohhhhh morning dew....take not one 
moment away from the feeling indescribably sweet...

Ohhhhhhhh mutters the grass as her long glistening 
hair sweeps the heels of her feet.....
Ashamed not of her beauty she is confident and complete...
He is in love with this morning dew who is transfixed 
on the herbal fragrance and the magic of the mineral mist....
Awakened with a passion and moved by the spell....
Forever in a moment his journey begins at the creek.

Stillness of the water, clear and fresh
Awaken my darlin' this is a new day a shadow springs 
forth and whispers these words...
Renewed by the creative energy enticed by the force 
that it brings...
Your love for her forever in a moment 'till the day 
that you lay down to rest.

Leilani (c) LLo9228134@aol.com

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Lady Love (Forced Out)

I was born in the closet
and now I have been forced out
didn't have a choice
I am not alone in this silent sisterhood
Sometimes others show me a sign and we eye 
one another knowingly holding on to 
our secret

I have written my love on walls for her,
this creature who looked at me and said this
Brown Skin Lady was righteous

I have placed my parched brown lips
to her soft black form and spoken words
I thought I could never say
I gave in the first time
she whispered her song in my ear
Her sounds made my panties wet
and many nights I have ached after my sweat poured
'cause I gave in to her rhythm

They say I can do better
Have a monogamous lover who isn't 
banished to after hour affairs
But still I settle for less
A few hours of her at a time
placing my head in her lap as she strokes my ears
Soothing me but too anxious to give in
blinking the Sandman's dust from my eyes

I have battled to prove my faith
carrying the scarred hands, knees and 
injured limbs around as my sick trophy

I have dug deep just to proudly take my hands
and finger her perfect black roundness

No other has reached deep inside my body
left me waiting, pleading
I am scared to think I love her this way
Enough so
I have placed a ring on her finger and said
I do...'til death do us part
Committed to her before any man

Am I sick to long for her fullness
and lost virgin form
Sick to want to bask in her divine nature

So weak or is her attraction that strong
Am I wrong to want her very essence
Am I damned
'cause fellas I love h.e.r too

h.e.r is a personification of hiphop... 
hip hop's essence resurrected

Vet a/k/a Gifted One (c) twinpoet@hotmail.com

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     WINDOW TO MY SOUL
[dedicated to the birth of the first 
man-child in my immediate family]

I knew of your coming
I saw it in a dream
We held our conversations
Beside the river stream

I told you of your history
Your heritage, your right
I talked, I taught, you listened
Until the morning light

At night I walked with the ancestors
To prepare you for the day
When you would introduce yourself
And finally find your way

And as I held your mother's thighs
To bring you in this space
Your entrance here was so amazing
It filled a waiting place

Over your left shoulder with fists held tight
You carried your cord of life
This sign was the true mark of an ancestor's return
And it brought my heart delight

When you opened your right eye to look in my face
The love in my heart did unfold
For you did not look me eye to eye
You saw the window to my soul.


Nyra Pierce (c) pierceny@arlaw.com

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     SON

Never so fulfilled
At a time
In my life when
Misery was my company
      and fear was my mate---

To you I owe my life
Harmonious at long last
After weathering so many storms
Never do you need worry
Kindred spirit
        for
You are
Outranked only by God
         and together we will build
                   the
Utopia of our so(u)lstice.


Nadeen Herring (c) MsNadeen@aol.com

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           FAMILY 

A familiar bond, a tie profound,
the blood of primordial clay and sound...
A vibe, so high, descended low,
so the tide of life can cause to grow

the ethereal thread that weaves us all
in the heavy darkness of now.
The juice of dust which imbues our shell
has arisen from the depths of hell.

Father Breath, Mother Earth,
thanks for that essential spark
that moves me through existence aware...
a pair that’s one throughout the dark
of death blossoms in to birth.

Famed within each other's eyes,
reflections of our very selves,
as we’re welded to the ties,
within each other our power lies.

My brother, my sister, against the odds,
mother helps sustain us here;
Father animated us.
On the scene exists no fear.

Oh, hear, strong yoke of necessity:
Keep us bound tightly to the light
which permeates our sludgy mass,
and ascends beyond the bounds of height.

Breath, besieged in heaven's dome,
is sighted by the rhythmic tomb.
For now, we clasp so slow and cold
until transcension of the mystical womb.


Christopher Felton (c) clfelton@msn.com

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            COMMUNITY

As I approach the entrance to my community
Serenity embraces me entirely
A feeling of warmth, comfort and security
Overwhelms my being totally
I love where I live, this place I call home
Greeted every morn by the birds' graceful song
Warmed by the light shining bright, big and bold
Eased by the neighbors who care to unfold
Wrongdoings of those no honor beholds
My eyes are always pleased by the grounds kept so clean
Now the dead winter leaves gone,
The warmer temperatures bring 
blossoms of beautiful flowers
trees oh so green
my community buzzes the fever of spring
I am greeted more and more as the daylight shines longer
As my neighbors enjoy pleasant walks
And the porch chairs now rock
I can only think how blessed my family must be
To call this place home
Such simple bliss indeed

Small treasures always amaze me
Although we have many, 
I bring notice to one specifically

In the center of our community
There lies a gazebo
Located perfectly under the midday sun throw
Targeted by the late night moon glow
The gazebo attempts a life of its own
Entrusted by our maturing young ladies 
To keep secrets unbeknown
And for the younger girls
A playhouse close to home
It is a place of gathering for our young men
When bonding must unfold
One can hide out when self-thought is invoked
It is a day-dreamer's paradise
If truth be told
We are fortunate 
To have such a private place for all to know

I must thank God
And my extended family
Our secret
We should share with the world unselfishly
For every person on earth deserves 
A home in such a community


Shevette Swayze (c) curiouslady68@hotmail.com

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              HAUNTING

Slowly walking, talking, only in thought,
     to the man in the chair, rocking, forlorn.  
A captain in stature, clothing and look
     a face carved with wrinkles, weathered and worn.

Although not by choice, he'd left this terrain,   
     ten, twenty years hence, maybe sixty or more.
His ship, it was huge, in mast and in hulk,
     his home was wherever the wind chose to blow.

Tough, bluff and bluster, hulk of a man,
     serene, sensitive, calm he'd be known.
Still sailing his ship, still smoking his pipe,
     still haunting this place, that I call home.


SHOVIAN (c) SHOVIAN@aol.com





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