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I Loves me some Black Women 100% fine always genuine strong like oak (not weak like pine) from her roots to her vines I loves me some black women Jive-trippin, wine cooler sippin, in my bidness dippin, wide-hippin, big lippin, got me payin fo dinner and tippin I loves me some black women Has always been my friend will love her to the end Here with me (not gone with the wind) I loves me some black women! John Riddick, Jr. - JRiddick24@aol.com Editor of Rhapsody in Black ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Untitled Finally, a day off Well, not really. I shoulda been elsewhere, Isn't that silly? Guess you know my routine, How she makes me change my mind. But damn, when were together, We're suspended in time. By the way, TIME, what's your problem? Can't you see we're not done yet? But I don't think it heard me, On that I can bet. I was headed in another direction, My pager went off, no need for discretion. I knew it was, well, "You-know-who", Her message said simply, "I LOVE YOU". I was back where I started, Rushed home in a hurry. She'll be here soon, No need to worry. That's the part that gets me, She's like my soul mate. She took me back to the place, Where we had our first date. Hours are like minutes, I know you've heard that before. But I'm telling you the truth, She had just walked through the door. What's the deal with a day off? How long does it last? If I was where I shoulda been, It would have NEVER ended this fast..... Craig Gill - CGILL@US.IBM.COM ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Colored I am blue or red Both due to the bruised of society I am purple I am green Like grass they walk on me I am yellow and pink Flushed of my natural color As a result of disease In the minds of the greedy and the hateful I am orange You see me through sun rays The light that gives me strength I am brown Black Which variations of these two make up my shade of color I am of no color For in many eyes I do not exist Oui You, me Yes We How we fit together naturally The strength of your muscled mass caress the curves of my slenderness Ooooh weee! Oui Yes We are in sync as my body cups your shape as you sleep and when I move you follow suit forming one We Yes Oui Your size, build, make compliments mine How we match in mind and body We are soul mates Yes Oui We Katherine Smith - email@example.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dreams of Bob sky teardrops wake me (you feel my emptiness) no glimpse of sun to guide my way (I'll be home soon) wheels spin closer to final destination wind sighs through island trees I hear you calling me I'm coming, my heart answers your plea listening to your words of love (anticipating our embrace) they calm my frantic need (I see the house from here) is that your shadow near the tree? rushing through the doorway, (I call your name) suddenly, our song begins (a muffled refrain) bidding me, REMEMBER though the love is real... its all just been a dream Dawn Landon firstname.lastname@example.org ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ BLU I remember when I thought Blu was sad Someone said When you're sad you're Blu But Blu is the end of the madness a state of being in Tru Blu is the vastness of the midnite So rich Almost black Just being no forward no back Blu is reflection in water of sky of everchangin' beauty necessary to life Blu is the depth of the ocean another world where wonders reside Blu exhales all the sorrows breathes calmness inside soothing soft Intense brite Luxuriant deep in life Complete Vibrates resonates in special time with me flows thru my eyes into my mind waves of tranquillity feeling Blu sweet serenity Susan L. Harrigan - Suli98@aol.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ MY LIFE IN REVIEW I lie in my fatal bed, 30 seconds 'til sleep. There rests in my head a prelude so sweet: A vision of life with its meaning complete! Surreal, Sublime For real, Concrete A man who ran from the fermented beast he held captive in his hand, but would not release. He screamed and hollered and cried for help, but no heart pitied the drunkard's yelp. His reality, swayed his steps, dismayed. To grain spirits he was a slave even unto his untimely grave, with no chance to ever rise again. El vino was his only friend. For it made him feel important. As she walked the people they would talk. The very air spoke of her condition. She rationed out her soul for silver and gold! without her Father's permission. The buds of her youth withered slowly away like a sun drenched philodendron. Acquired, immune deficiency...a damned killer syndrome. Her death was not professed with the ringing of church bells. But instead they shouted to her corpse, "I'm glad you're dead, now go to hell!" El dinero took her life as far as I could tell. It made her feel important. There was another woman who stood by a tree. A beast in its branches spoke unto the woman and said, "Here, a fruit, for free!" and the woman said, "No, that fruit has a price the farmer told me so." The beast, "to that old fool pay no mind he doesn't want you to know. He's jealous of you and what you can do, just eat it and your knowledge shall grow" So she gave in to this temptation condemning her to strife. As if that weren't enough she took some more and condemned her husband's life. A shame, a loss they paid the cost! The land hated them forever El diablo was their friend he tricked them again. Knowledge made them feel important. I beheld a might less King with an asphalt throne. His dominion was over rocks, sticks and stones. His countrymen were mice, his coffers would not suffice. Honor, valor! Glory, power! His reign was a doleful bliss. Emaciated from the meals he'd missed. A man shouldn't have to live like this. Forlorn, desolate! Unborn remiss! Ningun was his friend Insanity made him feel important. I watched the clock tick tock. And then I watched tick lock. To my surprise before my eyes, bewilderment and shock. Fundamentally deceased with knowledge increase; my mind at rest, my soul at peace. But posthumous wisdom to what avail. Knowledge, wine, and insanity, lust doth the soul impale. If I only knew my life in review I could have saved my soul from Hell. Jerod Frazier - email@example.com
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