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Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: adventure, confusion, dream, fantasy, friendship, happiness, hope, husband, imagination, life, lonely, lost love, love, mystery, nature, passion, people, relationship, romance, romantic, sad, social, song-urban, wife, woman, women,

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: childhood, dedication, devotion, faith, family, children, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, mother, people, recovery from..., social, urban, wife, love,

A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children’s lives stray off course. I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: imagery, lost love,

Neon Night: Urban Sonnet

Above, the shrill of neon lights portend
a promise of new love in garish hues,
but for a broken life yet on the mend
the darkness of the scape brings only views
of solitude when memory accrues
as strangers unimpassioned eyes peruse.

The music wafts from grottoes down below,
blue jazz and candles in a shadowed room,
while up here floodlights cast necrotic glow
as wind gusts and the drops of rain resume.
Cold luminance is all that they exhume
just as my mind expects a rose to bloom.

Your recent death keeps looping in my mind,
no passing faces in the crowd are yours.
I walk the night, imagine you in kind
emerging through the uninviting doors
like Cathy to go dancing on the moors.
I rush beneath an eave as now it pours,

your white reflection standing in the rain,
come back to haunt the neon night again.

1/23/18


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, love, nature, people, religion, seasons, social, time, uplifting, urban, work, god, beautiful, time, beautiful, god, time,

God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping  A time for laughing…
A time to mourn A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear A time to make amends today.

A time to get A time for losing…
A time to keep And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love A time for hate…
A time for war A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl3:1-11



Poem Details | by twanna Irisha |
Categories: imagination, love, poetry, romance, society, spoken word, urban,

Felony Money

True definition of a hood love story,
They called him Felony.
Skin was as smooth as a shot of Hennessey.
He made a lot of other men envy.
His style was particularly different from the rest.
No gold chains around his neck, but a simple rosary lies on his chest.
Underneath his Sunday best was a solid bullet proof vest.
His pockets had a secret treasure chest.
Steepness with infinite thickness,
But every man has a weakness.
She killed him with kindness.
A righteous lioness,
His royal highness: his positive guidance.
She was the offspring of the titans.
 Exceptional of importance to his reputation,
 She was his foundation freedom from his everyday discrimination.
A safe haven like a wave equation, her name was Money.
Half black and half Puerto Rican,
Skin complexion of an Egyptian he nicknamed her Isis.
Dipped in gold went perfectly with her skin tone.
She was an overgrown precious stone.
Foreknown Money was working with the federal bureau of investigation.
 Deeply in love with a convict but yet victorious triumphant.
Stunting on everyone’s judgments Money is Felony movement.
A step ahead of the government,
Never seeing a seal indictment
Money was his antidepressant.
Felony was her significant participant.
Both of them reaping the enjoyment,
Bonded by each other’s fulfillment,
Seal their delinquent intimate commitment.
In love with a codefendant left them with a Bonnie, and Clyde ending.
Love testimony of Felony and Money


Poem Details | by crystal Hill |
Categories: urban, me, love, me,

My Strong Black Man

Brown eyes so deep with anger and pain yet, so hypnotising and sweet they 
tempt my soul.

Lips so soft and warm, such harsh words for such gentle lipsKiss me so I can 
feel your pain.

An embrace so safe and secure that could crush you and destroy that which is 
oh so pure- hold me closley.

I feel your heart,
I hear your breath,
I know there is love inside.

A sculptured body, skin of a king, I see you in my dreams-I feel you when you are 
away.

If only you loved me with a heart that's pure.
If only you'd let me in so I could love you,
forever and ever,
my strong black man...


Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,

blood transfusion



Poem Details | by Heather Hill |
Categories: dedication, devotion, faith, fantasy, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, love, music, on writing and words, passion, people, song-teen, uplifting, urban, visionaryinspirational,

Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun


Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: love, urban,

Night in New York

This city demands to be explored
   It aches with the yearning of a living metropolis
The broad masses of the people 
   take sustenance from it 
    One cannot help but believe that 
the city is a living organism 
Does time tell everything? 
   Time is a manic relative of this city 
   If you know this you can survive in this urban homeland 
You can thrive when 
    you know that 
the swift pace of life here 
   keeps you on your toes 
   You can survive 
when you realize 
that the millions pounding the pavement 
are searching for the peace you seek 
The bright lights which shine in the shadows 
are reflected in a million eyes 
Every time you see a smile in this city 
      Treasure it 
for the hectic pace of this asphalt homeland 
allows for only brief moments of love


Poem Details | by Briana Baker |
Categories: abuse, addiction, creation, love hurts, prison, summer, urban,

Are We There Yet, I Really Have To Pee

This is something other than unsure laced with heavy heart.
I'd love to change my mind,  is this where you take charge?
When our play begins, the starring role I'm begging you to take.
Open your eyes, I won't sit around and wait.
Would you instantly be swooned if I could be your tin foil dream?
Would you cook me in a spoon, shoot me right through your blood stream?
A rush that lasts longer than fifteen seconds, a force that beckons for all of your attention.
I want to illuminate the dark corners, where you hide the  secrets that border,
The hurt that you and I refuse to admit, the shit that resides far beneath the surface,
Those things that just never quite seem fit and yet we both allow them to exist.
Between a cut and a hole, is there really a difference at all?
Knowing what I know, why do I keep interest in something I cannot control?
She's got what you need and she's got you by the balls,
I have nothing that can compare to her thralls.
But this is just an embellishment of events as seen in my head.
This is my heart written on paper that cannot be readMaybe if I do it like this, it will make more sense.
I hope you'll let me find solace in you because I know I can do better but I don't want to believe it is true.
This where I lose rhythm and ask you to lie and tell me you'll do anything, but darling don't take the time to try.


Poem Details | by Andre Sanders |
Categories: art, depression, devotion, faith, family, father, friendship, growing up, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, love, peace, urban,

Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrsatmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



Poem Details | by Norey Bailey |
Categories: love, urban, me, heart, heart, love, me, i love you,

Think About It

I got that I love you yet cant stand to be around 
Yet sometimes you make me want to leave you by the way you act 
I can be stressed without your stress and depressed without you to be 
depressed over 
at times I feel like nothing in this world could compare 
At others I feel like I’m comparing you to someone who can do better
I got it on lock with the love in my heart for you
 Yet it seems as all you do is break my heart and hurt me too
I got that half sour half sweet feeling going on at times 
I feel weak for you then the way you treat me makes me strong
You are a definite positive to my comparative state of emotion at bay then you 
surface as a snake and a ripe tide begins 
I fall in this den of negativity 
You pull me under like the devil in hell himself 
God sent you an angel and this is what you’ve done to his help
I’m here to love you but all you see is pain 
I’m here to warm you and you put me out in the rain
What do I do? Do I stay in thoughts that you will become my charming prince? 
Or do I leave now based on this repeated evidence.
 U tell me cause it’s one choice to be made
 I should feel like a queen instead I feel like a love slave
Considerate and loyal too but all I hear is I don’t know how to trust you
For your love I have played the fool but in the end it will be you who will be left 
schooled
You will learn later that the love I have for you is greater than any wall in china,
Wider than any deep blue sea, and stronger than the faith of mustard seed 
I’m so fed up but I know what I need.
 I need to either leave you alone 
Or teach you how to treat me.


Poem Details | by Norey Bailey |
Categories: black african american, friendship, lost love, love, urban, me, love, may, me,

Are we in love?

There are things that I'm going through that no one knows of 

But it’s written on the walls of Egypt
 

I gotta read your phrases like 10 times and I'm not checkin for grammatical 
rhymes

I'm adding up the I love you’s and I wish you were mine’s

I'm trying to keep my eyes from watering because you make me want to erase 
love and start over again

You make me want to re-evaluate the one that I'm with and flip the script

And see if I love me as much as you do

Boy let me tell you.

I love you

There have been days I wanted to call and say just that

But I know there would be more to the story

I couldn’t just tell how much I adore thee

I couldn’t just say it and think that would be it

I know that would be the moment that could make your heart say o’shiit

I need to make this move 

Even though I'm with another dude, 

I love you

Aint the type to break up happy homes

Especially since both of us are trying to prove them wrong

 I don’t want to make a mistake

I don’t want to be the one to walk away from all I know

To fall into the abyss of mystery 

Cause I only know you as a friend you see

Yes it flatters me that your thoughts are tattoos beneath my left breast

Yet I can’t get to that yet

I'm still stuck with your reflection as my shadow in the vanity

I'm still forced to deal with the fact that you may truly love me

Why did I wake up this morning and come to work

Sitting in my office with a hell of a smirk

I can’t even front…

I been goin’ through some shiit and I wanted tell you

But I can’t because there is only so much you can do

You may be my guardian angel 

But it’s gonna take a helluva Monarch to get me through

And trust me I'm not saying you’re not capable 

Let me stop there

We parallel on a plane headed for eternity

I'm the money you are the security

What more do we need to add to this recipe?

O yeah…I guess that would be…u and me.

 


Poem Details | by James Nichols |
Categories: black african american, inspirational, introspection, love, mystery, passion, song-urban,

The Coal-Est.hot Item

(Inspired by the genius of MsNorey BaileyPlease check her out )

Soulful sista
Strolling in her full spirited stride
Just couldn't hide
From my heart's searching eye's
that I swore I
wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more
Until that particular half second
I wanted to run-------grab her by the hands!!!!!! 
AND......
take her down to see the Reverend

I didn't have any spare time that was to be wasted
Wanted to recycle my trashy reputatation
Strip
      Down         My image                                                                      Un-til- it was raw

So that.....
It could be steamed and not fried
BLESSED
Not viciously devoured
  Hope that I'm a genourous helping
That'll nurture your body and soul
and in no way be unhealthy
One who'd always fill you up, never leave you empty
Be your top and bottom money maker and not once will you ever have to pimp me

Easy to open
Hard to tear apart
I play a game thats not a game & i trump any Player's card
I'm what the mighty-dollar can't buy
And I'm the same thing that stores just don't sale


Poem Details | by Reena Choudhary |
Categories: art, true love, trust, urban, wind, woman, work,

The Child Within

I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.
I'm supposing and I'm closing,
In on all my childhood fears.
I'm indicting and I'm inviting,
The people behind my tears.

I'm reflecting and I'm injecting,
The power of God above.
I'm unmasking and I'm asking,
Why the child was void of love.

I'm a hunting and I'm confronting,
The abusers once again.
I'm a hurting but I'm supporting,
The courage of the child within.

I'm remising and I'm dismissing,
The notion that I was no good.
I'm a fearing but I'm a sharing,
All aspects of my childhood.

I'm a feeling but I'm a dealing,
With all of my past issues,
I'm a dying and I'm a crying,
So please pass me the tissues.

I'm confiding and I'm not hiding,
From the issues I must explore.
I'm expressing and not suppressing,
The child's feelings anymore.

I'm a shrieking but I'm a seeking,
To help heal the child again.
I'm a grinning because I'm winning,
The trust of the child within.


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, faith, family, happiness, history, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, lost love, passion, people, political, recovery from..., religion, social, teen, uplifting, urban, god, god, love,

Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, children, christian, community, dad, daughter, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, faith, family, father, father daughter, feelings, forgiveness, friend, friendship, god, happiness, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, life, love, marriage, memory, mom, my children, parents, religion, religious, sister, social, society, son, success, teen, today, together, trust, uplifting, urban, wife,

The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Marilyn Hernandez |
Categories: brother, family, lost love, satire, sister, urban,

Wasting Water

Sniff, sniff; smell that?
The bridges are burning,
There goes the kinship, 
You’ll never be earning,

‘Cause blood is thicker,
Or so you claim,
You carved in the truth,
The name of your game,

You tattooed your duplicity,
And pretended not to know,
Insulting our intelligence,
With the seeds you sow.

To use us in your time of need,
When all your blood ran out,
But you’ve wasted all your water,
And now you’ll live with drought.

Conveniently, when your fire’s doused,
You’ve got your blood transfusion,
Your loyalties have been restored,
Our familial bonds? An illusion.

But we were already prepared,
‘Cause water is much quicker,
It was only a matter of time, 
And we were watching the ticker.


Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: allegory, black african american, christian, confusion, death, depression, education, faith, family, fear, children, freedom, history, inspirational, introspection, life, love, music, nature, pain, peace, people, philosophy, rights, sad, slam, slavery, social, stress, success, tribute, uplifting, urban, visionary, war,

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Poem Details | by Roman Chebukin |
Categories: adventure, daughter, dedication, fantasy, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, inspirational, love, music, passion, peace, people, romance, sister, teen, urban, wife, me, music, body, me, music, i love you, sexy,

Sexy Curves

In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.

A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see

I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop

You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a  little and calms
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.

You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock

Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap

Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss


Dedicated to all the woman of the world
PS: You are not trash, you are not.......you are precious jewelsStay that way ladiesI love you all

 


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: brother, daughter, dedication, devotion, faith, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, husband, inspirational, life, love, mother, religion, seasons, sister, teen, uplifting, urban, wife, love, may,

Did The Lord Build Your House

Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is “plain.” But is still standing. We’re “simple folks...” By many people’s understanding… We may not have much of what is “socially appealing”… But we have love in our hearts And this is a good feeling! We may not be “wrapped up” in much of this world’s entertainment. But we seek God’s peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and “calling” in mind. To seek God’s ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We’re thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We’re blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! “Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!” God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: allegory, angst, art, black african american, christian, dream, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, love, peace, people, philosophy, prayer, religion, religious, science, slam, social, space, spiritual, star, success, time, uplifting, urban, visionary, light, sound, earth, light, sound, time,

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Poem Details | by Jeffrey Lee |
Categories: community, culture, family, hip hop, love, urban, youth,

HIP HOP

Give me a beat and mic
I’ll recite what I write
Let me tell you a story of the hardships of life
How to survive poverty and strife
It’s the lifestyle of the youth
Through the music it speaks the truth 
Everyone became more diversified
We found the truth when the elders lied 
It reminds us of our strength and unity
Never about self but just about family
It changed the world of fashion
A culture religion; it’s how we living
Always breaking racial barriers and it binds us
Together we learned how to love and trust
It teaches us black lives matter
Poetic black youth spit verses and their pockets got fatter 
Many become urban legends and stars
It taught us to dream big and we can go far
What we say, wear, eat, drink, and think
Don’t turn your heads and don’t even blink
This thing you were scare of and wanted to stop
You can’t it’s the fabric of America, HIP HOP


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: bible, character, christian, community, confusion, corruption, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, grief, happiness, heartbroken, heaven, history, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, parody, people, political, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, sin, social, society, sorrow, sorry, today, urban,

Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption.. God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


Poem Details | by twanna Irisha |
Categories: dedication, devotion, family, fear, health, history, life, lost love, love, people, sad, sympathy, urban, son, god, pain, lost, god, lost, son,

Chicken Head

       Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the way you do?
        you least can get your son some new shoes.
     If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
         You have kids, you need to get a grip.
          Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
         To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
           Why are you selling your last food stamps?
          To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
      This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
     Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
      Look into their eyesthats the hatred for you!
         Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
               Crying to be loved by you,
            You can really fix the things you do!
   Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
                 Look inside your heart,
    and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
          A chicken head that stay in the streets.
      Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
            Pray the lord your soul to keep.
          If you should die before you wake,
       ask him to help take your kids pain away!
             Some one should decapitate you,
       for all the pain you put your kids threw.
      So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
    I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
           They cry for help, they beg of you!
     Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!
    


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, husband, inspirational, life, love, mystery, religion, social, son, teen, uplifting, urban, wife, love,

NOTHING Yes I Said Nothing Can Separate Us From God's Love


Though in this world, we so often trod…
NOTHING can separate us 
from the love of God!

Neither tribulation, 
distress or persecution…
Nor the government or it’s institutions.

Neither nakedness, peril
 or even the sword...
 God’s love is a treasure that can’t be stored!

As it is written; “We are like sheep
 led to the slaughter…”
But God loves every son and daughter.

In everything, we’re more than conquerors
 through Christ who loves us…
His death on the cross means
 that he wants us!

Neither death, the angels or
 the principalities to be…
Things present or to come…
Can separate HIS love for me!

Nor height, depth or any kind of creature…
Can separate us from God’s love…  
This is his feature!

His love is clearly evident 
and reigns supreme.
Over all of the earth and every human being!

Why not accept his love… 
That is inseparable?
By accepting HIS salvation 
He’s made this possible!

Now is the day of salvation
 His gift is for us to receive.
All you have to do is reach out to him… 
And simply believe!

By Jim Pemberton  
06/02/10    
Read Romans 8:35-39






Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, love, people, recovery from..., religion, seasons, social, uplifting, urban, me, me,

Create In Me A CLEAN Heart

Create In Me A Clean Heart... Create in me a clean heart, Oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. May my flesh be crucified.. so that YOU..others may see! Please don't remove from me your presence, or Holy Spirit. May I meditate upon your word.. and daily live it! Restore unto me the joy of your salvation... As I serve you with a deep love and appreciation! I will teach sinners, of your wondrous ways. So that they my serve you all of their days! I will shout aloud of your righteousness and proclaim That you have delivered me from all guilt and shame. As my lips are open... I will sing glory & praise to YOU! May you be exalted in all that I say and do. My sacrifice to you are a spirit and heart that's broken. God will not reject me.. this he has spoken! May I bring sacrifice and obedience as I come to your altar. You are my solid rock... like the "Rock of Gibraltar!" Thank you for cleansing and making me whole. You brought healing.. and restored my soul! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 51:10-17


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: bible, christian, city, courage, faith, god, hope, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, joy, life, love, pain, peace, prayer, religion, religious, spiritual, uplifting, urban, youth,

The Corner of Madison and Huron

At the corner of Madison and Huron,
The faint pedestrian appears.
A couple holding hands walking swiftly
As police pass near.
Cane in his hands
Walks a younger looking man,
Rolling his suitcase along
A central corner in a downtown city
Where faith, hope, and love belong.
May God bless you Toledo,
Today and forevermore.


Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: beautiful, blue, care, caregiving, crazy, dark, desire, dream, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, first love, flower, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, future, giving, god, happiness, how i feel, i love you, imagination, innocence, kiss, longing, philosophy, romance, romantic, senses, sexy, sin, storm, strength, sweet, thanks, together, trust, truth, urban, visionary, weather, wind, wisdom, youth,

Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear.no shame.no games
This is love








Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: dedication, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, history, holiday, hope, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, love, peace, people, political, religion, seasons, social, time, uplifting, urban, war, prayer,

This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10