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Poet Introduction
2 love & 2 b'loved is all I want in this life...& the next...
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Anne Rice, Tupac Shakur, Edgar Allen Poe, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes,Margaret WalkerAbout Me
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Spiritual, sensitive, sweet-natured, mild-tempered, optimistic mostly, kind-hearted, down2earth, book worm I believe everyone has a right to speak and write words just the way they want them spoken or written...Being able to express your true self, your true feelings, your true heart, your True Love is what we were put here on this great earth to do!! "Express Yourself!" in any form or fashion, it's everyone's God given right!
This is one of my favorite poems...I just have to write it..
" We Have Been Believers "
We have been believers believing in the black god's of an old land, believing in the secrets of the seeress and the magic of the charmers and the power of the devil's evil ones.
And in the white god's of a new land we have been believers believing in the mercy of our masters and the beauty of our brothers, believing in the conjure of the humble and the faithful and the pure.
Neither the slavers' whip nor the lynchers' rope nor the bayonet could kill our black belief. In our hunger we beheld the welcome table and in our nakedness the glory of a long white robe. We have been believers in the new Jerusalem.
We have been believers feeding greedy grinning god's, like a Moloch demanding our sons and our daughters, our strength and our wills and our spirits of pain. We have been believers, silent and stolid and stubborn and strong.
We have been believers yielding substance for the world. With our hands have we Fed a people and out of our strength have they wrung the necessities of a nation. Our song has filled the twilight and our hope has heralded the dawn.
Now we stand ready for the touch of one fiery iron, for the cleansing breath of many molten truths, that the eyes of the blind may see and the ears of the deaf may hear and the tongues of the people be filled with living fire.
Where are our gods that they leave us asleep? Surely the priests and the preachers and the powers will hear. Surely now that our hands are empty and our hearts too full to pray they will understand. Surely the sites of the people will send us a sign.
We have been believers believing in our burdens and our demigods too long. Now the needy no longer weep and pray; the long-suffering arise, and our fists bleed against the bars with a strange insistency.
~Written By Margaret Walker
...Quote Time...
"Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid."
--John Keats (1795-1821)
This is one of my favorite poems...I just have to write it..
" We Have Been Believers "
We have been believers believing in the black god's of an old land, believing in the secrets of the seeress and the magic of the charmers and the power of the devil's evil ones.
And in the white god's of a new land we have been believers believing in the mercy of our masters and the beauty of our brothers, believing in the conjure of the humble and the faithful and the pure.
Neither the slavers' whip nor the lynchers' rope nor the bayonet could kill our black belief. In our hunger we beheld the welcome table and in our nakedness the glory of a long white robe. We have been believers in the new Jerusalem.
We have been believers feeding greedy grinning god's, like a Moloch demanding our sons and our daughters, our strength and our wills and our spirits of pain. We have been believers, silent and stolid and stubborn and strong.
We have been believers yielding substance for the world. With our hands have we Fed a people and out of our strength have they wrung the necessities of a nation. Our song has filled the twilight and our hope has heralded the dawn.
Now we stand ready for the touch of one fiery iron, for the cleansing breath of many molten truths, that the eyes of the blind may see and the ears of the deaf may hear and the tongues of the people be filled with living fire.
Where are our gods that they leave us asleep? Surely the priests and the preachers and the powers will hear. Surely now that our hands are empty and our hearts too full to pray they will understand. Surely the sites of the people will send us a sign.
We have been believers believing in our burdens and our demigods too long. Now the needy no longer weep and pray; the long-suffering arise, and our fists bleed against the bars with a strange insistency.
~Written By Margaret Walker
...Quote Time...
"Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid."
--John Keats (1795-1821)
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