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Come back to me
What can I do ?
My mind always brings me to you.
I reach for you, but you’re not there.
I feel your spirit, everywhere.
This longing increases every day.
How I wish you were here with me to stay.
It’s so much easier, when I’m asleep.
During waking hours, my yearning peaks.
Creator help me, I just feel SO much.
My love for this man, I so long to touch.
Kiss on his face, and gaze in his eyes.
A caress from him, would have me paralyzed.
I come to this river, and look every day.
Although I know you’re not here anyway.
Still I look to the ripples, to bring you near.
Yearning so much, to have you back here.
I try not to miss you, really I do
But, I can’t stop my mind
from thinking
of YOU
© June 21, 2013, L. Karriem
My mind always brings me to you.
I reach for you, but you’re not there.
I feel your spirit, everywhere.
This longing increases every day.
How I wish you were here with me to stay.
It’s so much easier, when I’m asleep.
During waking hours, my yearning peaks.
Creator help me, I just feel SO much.
My love for this man, I so long to touch.
Kiss on his face, and gaze in his eyes.
A caress from him, would have me paralyzed.
I come to this river, and look every day.
Although I know you’re not here anyway.
Still I look to the ripples, to bring you near.
Yearning so much, to have you back here.
I try not to miss you, really I do
But, I can’t stop my mind
from thinking
of YOU
© June 21, 2013, L. Karriem
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Another long distance relationship. Not feeling compelled to look up if this one was with Dominican Republic or Scotland. They kinda overlapped. Both were aware of each other, and got along. They were both in love with me and I also had feelings for them.Scotland's over and done with; however the bridge is still there with Dominican, we're just not even trying because of covid travel restrictions. We are dreamers, but moreso realists.
The blue
She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hidden.
And so did she.
They searched for blue.
Their whole life through.
Then passed right by
And never knew.
~anonymous
And so did he.
He kept it hidden.
And so did she.
They searched for blue.
Their whole life through.
Then passed right by
And never knew.
~anonymous
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Just read somewhere
Adolf's shirts
I once met Adolf Hitler
in a laundromat
he had his shirt off
and was kicking the washer
screaming in Spanish
about not enough room for
his Hawaiian shirts
"Calmate" I yelled
"Whats up with you", he screamed
"Look no damned soap suds and the machine is bloody Korean"
"Why didn't they get a Miele? Aaagh"
He slumped into resignation, eyeing the ceiling
living a new identity had its challenges
I thumbed my magazine
small creatures retreated into their holes
I thought about the war
in a laundromat
he had his shirt off
and was kicking the washer
screaming in Spanish
about not enough room for
his Hawaiian shirts
"Calmate" I yelled
"Whats up with you", he screamed
"Look no damned soap suds and the machine is bloody Korean"
"Why didn't they get a Miele? Aaagh"
He slumped into resignation, eyeing the ceiling
living a new identity had its challenges
I thumbed my magazine
small creatures retreated into their holes
I thought about the war
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Adolf's shirtsPlanting my roots
Emerging from the shadowy depths of my enclosure
my cage
wearing nothing but my skin
drifting into the thicket
feeling the cold white velvety blanket dissolving to moisture beneath my steps
I find a patch of earth
soft grasses green
soil black as pitch, rich in vital minerals
with one thrust of my foot
I sending it plunging deeply within
one following the other
stretching out my toes….hardening….reaching…digging…. growing
anchoring me
my legs and body stiffen
brown skin darkening, thickens, hardening
raising my head to smile at father sky above
arms outstretched, reaching out…..to embrace
connecting to earth and sky
I can move nothing, as the hardening change of my skin
moves up through my torso and limbs
feet and toes growing to roots, deep down in the earth
clutching the mother’s breast…clinging
arms and fingers to branches caressing father sky
breathing a breath I’ve never before breathed
no longer through my once movable mouth and nose
now solid, clothed in a new hardened skin
bark, solid, dark, and strong
my breath moves from within my core, and radiates up and out
haaaaaaaa
my arms swaying to the whistling wind blowing through my branches
as I sigh and moan, a tune of my own
of thanks and wonder
© January 10, 2010, L. Karriem
my cage
wearing nothing but my skin
drifting into the thicket
feeling the cold white velvety blanket dissolving to moisture beneath my steps
I find a patch of earth
soft grasses green
soil black as pitch, rich in vital minerals
with one thrust of my foot
I sending it plunging deeply within
one following the other
stretching out my toes….hardening….reaching…digging…. growing
anchoring me
my legs and body stiffen
brown skin darkening, thickens, hardening
raising my head to smile at father sky above
arms outstretched, reaching out…..to embrace
connecting to earth and sky
I can move nothing, as the hardening change of my skin
moves up through my torso and limbs
feet and toes growing to roots, deep down in the earth
clutching the mother’s breast…clinging
arms and fingers to branches caressing father sky
breathing a breath I’ve never before breathed
no longer through my once movable mouth and nose
now solid, clothed in a new hardened skin
bark, solid, dark, and strong
my breath moves from within my core, and radiates up and out
haaaaaaaa
my arms swaying to the whistling wind blowing through my branches
as I sigh and moan, a tune of my own
of thanks and wonder
© January 10, 2010, L. Karriem
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
This poem was a vision I had of myself connecting with mother Earth and Father sky, outside naked in the dead of winterI am eternity
Spilling the contents of my heart onto the page
Filling the space with a love, that has no age
How would you feel, if I shared the epitome of me ?
What would you do, if inside myself you could see ?
There is nothing there
just...
energy
No hair......blood......teeth......or skin
A thing that ceaselessly births and dies, again
and again.
I am eternity
and YOU,
are
ME
© July 2, 2014, L. Karriem
Filling the space with a love, that has no age
How would you feel, if I shared the epitome of me ?
What would you do, if inside myself you could see ?
There is nothing there
just...
energy
No hair......blood......teeth......or skin
A thing that ceaselessly births and dies, again
and again.
I am eternity
and YOU,
are
ME
© July 2, 2014, L. Karriem
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Can't recall what prompted this. I do recall it's about a Cancer cutie that lives in Dominican Republic. We're still friends :)Kabul's new dawn
Like a pack of cards its folding
scenes like the last days in Vietnam
helicopters flying the staff out
while the Taliban
roll through the streets
US reinforcements will be too late
the games up, the day is done
Afghanistan will be back
in the dark ages
God help the women
the educated
the free thinkers
life now under a rabble
of backward clerics
and armed goat herders
scenes like the last days in Vietnam
helicopters flying the staff out
while the Taliban
roll through the streets
US reinforcements will be too late
the games up, the day is done
Afghanistan will be back
in the dark ages
God help the women
the educated
the free thinkers
life now under a rabble
of backward clerics
and armed goat herders
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
many running for their lives in Kabul
Songs
If you could read my mind
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
Now tell me what you gonna do
When judgement comes for you
No one to blame
You know I love you, 99
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Living in a promise land
Our dreams are made of steels
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs!
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
Now tell me what you gonna do
When judgement comes for you
No one to blame
You know I love you, 99
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Living in a promise land
Our dreams are made of steels
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs!
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
If you could read my mind by Gordon LightfootWhat's Up by 4 Non Blondes
Crossroads by Bone Thugs N Harmony
99 by Toto
Fight the Power by Public Enemy
Living In A Promise Land by Willie Nelson
Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot
Just some songs I listened to this last week
Deprogramming the days of dismay
In honor of the slaughtered
who have come to ask
I honor all your spirits
so today, a sacred fast
Taking time in quiet reverence
I offer you, libations
Protesting your normalized slaughter
by these marketing corporations
To all those, choosing to dwell
in their bubble-wrap of lies
Covid mask, blocks your Vishuddha
denying truth, is most unwise
On this day of thanks, henceforth
I shall abstain from eating
No contribution of Supply & Demand
to the monetarily greedy
The calendar is Not, my God
that program, the woke DO see
Our ‘cestors knew, all days are sacred
Don’t need paper, telling me
For the origins of Xmas
to all pagans, that were slain
I’ll honor you, Dec 25th
From all foods, I shall abstain
I thank you spirits, for my sight
the dreams you gifted and visions
prompting all research, that I did
divulging lies, for my soul’s mission
To you, I offer sacred tobacco
giving peace, for all your pain
And every year, it shall be thus
fasts and offerings again
As your bones lay in Gaia
true origins, and holiday reason
I remember well, your sacrifice
Your blood flavors, calendar season
© November 26, 2020, L. Karriem
who have come to ask
I honor all your spirits
so today, a sacred fast
Taking time in quiet reverence
I offer you, libations
Protesting your normalized slaughter
by these marketing corporations
To all those, choosing to dwell
in their bubble-wrap of lies
Covid mask, blocks your Vishuddha
denying truth, is most unwise
On this day of thanks, henceforth
I shall abstain from eating
No contribution of Supply & Demand
to the monetarily greedy
The calendar is Not, my God
that program, the woke DO see
Our ‘cestors knew, all days are sacred
Don’t need paper, telling me
For the origins of Xmas
to all pagans, that were slain
I’ll honor you, Dec 25th
From all foods, I shall abstain
I thank you spirits, for my sight
the dreams you gifted and visions
prompting all research, that I did
divulging lies, for my soul’s mission
To you, I offer sacred tobacco
giving peace, for all your pain
And every year, it shall be thus
fasts and offerings again
As your bones lay in Gaia
true origins, and holiday reason
I remember well, your sacrifice
Your blood flavors, calendar season
© November 26, 2020, L. Karriem
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
My disdain for programming. Calendars are just one part of it.Our Native elder's believed e v e r y day to be sacred. Every day is a day to honor, respect, & show love for both parents (not just 1 day of the year; our parents didn't feed us, clothe us, etc. only 1 day of the year). So how is it that after you we leave the nest, we're only expected to show them love and reverence ONE effing day!? Bullsh*t!
Definitely want nothing to do with a day that celebrates the massacre of the Pequot tribe (take a wild guess what holiday that is). Aaaaaand I'm not even going to bother listing everything that I've researched on Xmas. ROFL ---- I fast on this day also. Although if you're curious, you may wanna research what the colors red/crimson against the green symbolizes.
So aye, traditions and things . . .I prefer to know the origins of anything I celebrate. See the thing about History, is it's typically the story of the victor, not the remnant left over's of massacre trying to pick up the pieces after.
Once I've discovered the true origins of something (the energy behind it) if it's founded on the duress of others, that forever alters my perception of that holiday. So I can't fake the funk on "programming". Just feels better all the way around for every day to be sacred, because then the primary focus is gratitude for having another day. Alive is good reason to celebrate, isn't it?
online today!Teach me to part
Trains, planes, stations.
We leave and
We settle in deaf
Stagnated places,
We take off
And fall down
Sleepless nights,
Shaky ash, cigarette light
And our poems
Just like that,
By the way.
But don't be afraid
Of not enough love
In your life.
Just teach me to part
Trains, planes, stations.
We leave and
We settle in deaf
Stagnated places,
We take off
And fall down
Sleepless nights,
Shaky ash, cigarette light
And our poems
Just like that,
By the way.
But don't be afraid
Of not enough love
In your life.
Just teach me to part
Trains, planes, stations.
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
life events are often like trains .. one arrived, the other left .. you just need to learn to say goodbye
Earthquakes In Alaska
The weather is too hot to go outside
I've watched so much tv my brain is nearly fried
If I could find a cave I would have a cool place to hide
I would like to go somewhere but I hear they started having earthquakes in Alaska
Well it's either climate change or a pole shift
Or maybe the aliens have taken control
With all that's going on I would say psychics don't have a gift
What do they know I just want to go but I hear they're having earthquakes in Alaska
The ac went out on my car so I'm stuck where I'm at and it's not much of a flat
So I'm looking wall to wall and I'll be here for a long while
My eyes are getting very big I hope no one mistakes me for a crocodile
Just forget about a long distance call don't want to hear about earthquakes in Alaska
I've watched so much tv my brain is nearly fried
If I could find a cave I would have a cool place to hide
I would like to go somewhere but I hear they started having earthquakes in Alaska
Well it's either climate change or a pole shift
Or maybe the aliens have taken control
With all that's going on I would say psychics don't have a gift
What do they know I just want to go but I hear they're having earthquakes in Alaska
The ac went out on my car so I'm stuck where I'm at and it's not much of a flat
So I'm looking wall to wall and I'll be here for a long while
My eyes are getting very big I hope no one mistakes me for a crocodile
Just forget about a long distance call don't want to hear about earthquakes in Alaska
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Posted: Aug 2021
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