Poetry Corner by T. R. Baker

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copyrighted from 2003-2013

Feeling out of Touch

a laugh
a smile
a chuckle
for u
for us
when i
consider our
kinship
how it
transcends time
space
distance

silence…

Silence
~ After the funeral, when everyone has gone home, how I imagine it must feel. ~

the worst is after that day
and the sounds are gone
QUIET…
where are you
i’m alone without you
SILENCE
i call your name
it resonates from my tongue
NOTHING
NOTHING
SILENCE
it seems like just yesterday…
you were here
i mouth
“i love you”
SILENCE

(To my Uncle Ricky. Dedicated to my Aunt Carolyn Baker who died February 7, 2010.)

I AM Not Politically COR-RECT

I AM
proud to say
I AM
PO-LI-TI-CAL-LY neutral
I AM
even prouder to say
I put my faith in a THE-O-CRA-CY
though a DE-MO-CRA-CY provides me with certain LI-BER-TIES

Yet, it saddens me
to see the IN-HU-MAN-I-TY
the wanton DIS-RE-GARD
for a man who has WILL-ING-LY
taken the helm of a country that has fallen to, at least, one knee

It dispirits me
to know that even with all of the advances that have been made HIS-TOR-I-CAL-LY
that one man’s worth can still (CO-VERT-LY) be measured by,
not the true content of his character, as we have been taught to believe,
but the QUAN-TI-TY of his melanin – what they see

Forget that he is
well-spoken
educated
exceedingly AR-TI-CU-LATE
a faithful husband
a doting father
a beloved son
(and that he happens to possess a swagger that is reminiscent of a tribal war dance)

Some choose, instead, to ascribe to mis-given IDE-O-LO-GIES
that divide according to race, economics, and ridiculous party BE-LIEFS
They are stymied in their A-BI-LI-TY to grow, to think, to reason IN-TEL-LI-GENT-LY
to consider that, perhaps, this brown skinned man
with his grace, finesse, and liquidity
has a sincere benevolent civility
for this COUN-TRY that could care less about his guileless attempt to resurrect their
precious
DE-MO-CRA-CY
even I can see that

but then again, ME
I AM
PO-LI-TI-CAL-LY neutral
and
I put my faith in a THE-O-CRA-CY

©March 26, 2009
I Know Black Love …

Will I know it when I see it
will I recognize its kisses
or
will it call me by name

Will it whisper in my ear
or
will I perhaps feel the same

Will warm breezes first caress my face
or
will it surprise me and seemingly defy time and space

Will I heave and gasp for breath
will I stand shoulders back, erect
or
perhaps there will be sound effects

Will I know it when I see it
Will I taste it
Will I touch it
Will I feel it
Maybe hear it

Will it make me cry or laugh (or maybe pass a little gas)
will I smile uncontrollably
will it fall down to one knee and ask to marry me

I’m sure I’ll remember the day, the night, the hour
love took me under its power

I’ll smile, I’ll laugh, I’ll cry
I’ll probably wink an eye

Because love will have found me

I’ll know it when I see it
I’ll recognize its kisses
I’ll know it when I feel it
I’ll call it by its name…
Black love

Rhythm

Have a private party
Sing a new song
Find your own RHYTHM…
and dance all alone
Listen to yourself in the quiet
Find the value in the moment
that you’ve been given
because truth is…
you asked for it
Cry a tear and smile
Take a deep sigh
and laugh out loud
This space in time
is really a new beginning…
a time to allow yourself to be
something you’ve never been before
Consider all the possibilities
Live your silent dreams one by one
Find your RHYTHYM…
VISUALIZE…
CATEGORIZE…
PRIORITIZE
and
sing a new song
and dance your new dance all alone