by Michael Miers |
Categories:
anti bullying, autumn, baby, beach, betrayal, birthday, body,
Jhaine in Brazil, I think
closest I can figger
'cause, we don't share some language
probably a generational thing
I suppose
many words I don't understand
many of the words
she writes
like music
but, the ideas, I think
I could help to explain
maybe
Jhaine, she comes across strong
seems to carry herself
well
loves her baby
brother
beautiful and strong
rise up, little sister, rise on up
above it all
and bring the ones you love
for you are beautiful
and
you are strong
by Gigi Thrasher |
Categories:
fruit,
My love affair with bananas
must have started shortly after my birth
because it seems to be a generational thing.
My daughter spit out every Gerber-strained
fruit that was not bananas, just like
Grandma did in the end.
They dribbled down her chin but I was not
embarrassed. The only time bananas embarrassed me
was in my high school sex ed class
when Mrs. Wiley showed us things
I was certain my mother
didn’t want me to know.
She never would have looked
at a banana the same. I never looked
at Mrs. Wiley the same, that’s for sure.
Bananas go from generation to generation,
except when you use them
and generations just... die.
by Manon Boudreau Star Child Nebula |
Categories:
blessing, faith, father, god, growth, inspirational love, jesus,
As we entered the forest
Father blessed our generational tree
Lord love flows from thee
He is the giver
Of his river
Love of living without end
Holy Spirit and power he sent
A chance to conquer
Within his honor
A joyful place
God put upon our face
Grace divine
To be of our Father vine
Instructed by the Lord
To see forth
God fog redefined our view
As our Lord blessings grew
Heavenly Father honored
His son death conquered
Spiritually connected
Jesus Christ love resurrected
Praise all ye his servants
Our Lord is our deliverance
by Destiny Williams |
Categories:
words,
word play
agitates
souls
that
lack the
right
alignment in
their back
eyes
drawn with
markers
that have drawn
eyes that are gold
that mold
and glaze over
like love that
has been left in
the cold.
breathe me
in through nostrils
that resemble lips
that taste like ears
that hear nothing but senses
laced in acid
enhancement in veins
run like advancement
through generational names
this nonsense....
no.
this is word play
-Destiny the Poet
by Jaquay Atkins |
Categories:
america, change, longing, love hurts, nice, poems,
She wouldn't allow me to enter her sanctum,
Due to my affliction entitled kindness
For she wanted tough love
A touch of insanity and a pinch of absurdness,
Kindness was my weakness
Never mind my apparent strengths
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, blessing,
A day some thousand years ago;
He spoke love
Chose a mother/father vessel,
For me to come through;
Remember the former things,
I don’t remember the former things;
Yet I do?
My Elohim Father tells me;
Remember the former things;
Remember the former things,
In resolution in my his-story
I so my soul recalls
I am not of the earthen grounds
I am that I am birth from the heavenlys
Remember the former things,
I am resound placed in a tunnel
A fore runner of my generational-pride
Left the Father and angels’ side
Come through the tunnel energy whole
Placed in a vessel my spirit, soul
Remember the former things,
3/22/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
by DM Babbit |
Categories:
absence, age, love,
The days of our youth
now seem so long ago
and in this generational truth
I only want to know
would you bring me roses?
as you did back then
when love bloomed in spring throws
and it's just a memory returned again?
A smile in sweeteners gentle perfumes
of the lives that lay ahead
now far behind us in dreams exhumed
when May and June hang on a thin thread.
Bring me roses once again
from the gardens that you tend
be my lover and my friend
my companion to the very end.
by Eugenia Fain |
Categories:
child, grandfather,
Head of hoary hairs and deeply creased brow,
Do indicate
Traveled miles
Children
Live
And
Carry
On his name.
A warm embrace
Bonds the two generations together.
Photo 3
November 27, 2020
by Sharaka Miller |
Categories:
black african american, black love, boyfriend, marriage, native american, symbolism, woman,
I was most definitely surprised by your visit today
I want to let you know given the energy I feel from you
I can assure you without a shadow of a doubt
That I see a niche market that we can pinpoint
Giving us access to generational wealth
I want you to trust me
Your must leave your safety net behind
We can fly baby
I want to take you on the ride of your life
Just trust me
Walk with me
I will never leave your side
Not even in battle or war.
by Antony Glaser |
Categories:
appreciation,
Some are born Harlem Mercedes
and cast their shadow wide
Turn the world around
with love and peace
Sapple as a Jamaican Calypso
you rode the island Sun
and gave your generational heart
An Aladdin's legacy of activism
of civil rights with Martin King
and the antithesis of Bush and Trump
Wisdom as cultured Wine
by Sand Blown |
Categories:
age, appreciation,
aging awareness...
generational inputs...
resultant outlooks...
philosophies differ...
as arrows in a quiver...
good shots and poor shots...
betray past order...
to love and buy the present...
humans as robots...
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, confusion, humanity,
Love that sticks God Will Always Love You
Yet I am superficial analytical abundant fool
and where do I get off trying to be so biblical
I'm being so lazy at the point that I'm mad crazy
and in my honest sabbatical, I try to be logical
I try to be political yet I am not limited
It's a gimmick, cuz I try to mimic
My ancestors religious parodies
It's clear to me that I am afraid to be ,
at praise O' my Lord forgive me
3/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
absence, adventure, analogy, bereavement, heaven, irony, life,
"Don't mourn for me
Be happy throw a party at the dead of me
Celebrate with joys
as I clasp my hands and pray
I am not dead yet I love on in heavenly
I dream about you all the time
Don’t mourn for me
Keep my spirit flowing?
Through those I’ve touch
Stop the mourning
Vividly I’m here
Amidst the generational spheres
Humanity abundantly clear
As my body rest here
I am only memories
My true essences has gone on to the heavens
So in my birth you should have cried and moan
Yet in my death I live you should laugh and play
Shout to the masses hip-hip- hooray"
12/12/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©