I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Monday, January 18, 2021
Marching For You
Someday We'll All Be Free
by Donnie Hathaway
Marching For You
We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of dying slow
Burned and beaten with whips of hate
For reasons we didn't know.
Tired of standing in the back of life
Awaiting the freedom of death
Tired of bowing with downcast eyes
And holding our angry breath.
We were tired of living like cattle
Sold in the markets of men
Cursed with a curse, (not mankind) something worse
When existing was our only sin.
We were tired of working for nothing
Owning no thing but our souls
Watching our labor make other men rich
As they reached, (on our backs) for their goals.
Son, we only wanted what was rightfully ours
A family, a home and some land
To be treated fairly and given respect
Like any other color of man.
We marched because we had to
Through this country we call home
(A million miles from the place we were born)
But to which we will ever belong.
In Selma and in Memphis
In Atlanta, Little Rock
Downtown D.C. and Kentucky
And they could not make us stop.
Many died and many cried
As we marched our way through hell
And what our pain has helped us gain
Only God can tell.
Injustice hides it's face from those
Who dare to shine the light
We marched to show our dignity
And to change our wrongs to rights.
We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of hearing "no"
We fought for the freedom that you're taking for granted
In ways that you never will know.
So, don't scorn these tired and graying heads
We're feeble and old, that's true
But as you dance down the street to this new century beat
Know this, son, we were marching for you.
We were tired of dying slow
Burned and beaten with whips of hate
For reasons we didn't know.
Tired of standing in the back of life
Awaiting the freedom of death
Tired of bowing with downcast eyes
And holding our angry breath.
We were tired of living like cattle
Sold in the markets of men
Cursed with a curse, (not mankind) something worse
When existing was our only sin.
We were tired of working for nothing
Owning no thing but our souls
Watching our labor make other men rich
As they reached, (on our backs) for their goals.
Son, we only wanted what was rightfully ours
A family, a home and some land
To be treated fairly and given respect
Like any other color of man.
We marched because we had to
Through this country we call home
(A million miles from the place we were born)
But to which we will ever belong.
In Selma and in Memphis
In Atlanta, Little Rock
Downtown D.C. and Kentucky
And they could not make us stop.
Many died and many cried
As we marched our way through hell
And what our pain has helped us gain
Only God can tell.
Injustice hides it's face from those
Who dare to shine the light
We marched to show our dignity
And to change our wrongs to rights.
We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of hearing "no"
We fought for the freedom that you're taking for granted
In ways that you never will know.
So, don't scorn these tired and graying heads
We're feeble and old, that's true
But as you dance down the street to this new century beat
Know this, son, we were marching for you.
©by Voo Shining Stone
Jan 19, 08
5:37 p.m.
Sunday, January 17, 2021
Of Moose Heads and Men
funny funny funny Marriage GPS
so true about driving in Dallas!!!!!! terrifying!!!! lol !!!!
The Secret That Was No Secret
The Secret That Was No Secret
Lying here with you
I wonder if I dare
Tell the secrets of my soul
I wonder should I share......
Lying in the darkness
Of this warm and cozy room
The only light comes from our eyes
And the softly glowing moon
Lying in this tenderness
With our hearts and forms entwined
The taste of love is on our lips
Like a sweet and honeyed wine
Do you want to know a secret?
I finally dare to ask
As I pull away to await response
To my long awaited task
And what is that? you whisper
Barely breathing as you gasp
Wondering if I need to tell
Some misdeed of the past
I let you lay in mystery
And drown in lover's pain
And then I turn to pull you back
Into my arms again
I love you so, I whisper
The words I'd never said to you
And you exhaled your breath and laughed and said
Girl, that I already knew!
©by Voo Shining Stone
1/17/2021
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Jealous Of You
Jealous of You
When the wind touches your cheek,
Blows back your hair,
I get jealous
Jealous because I don't want
Anyone, any thing touching you but me!
When the sun's rays fall on your face
And make your eyes squint
As it turns your skin a sweeter shade of brown
I get jealous
Because I don't want anything in your eyes but me.
Jealousy is torture but exquisite torture
It stings with the pain of a honeybee
But makes you know, indeed, how much
You want, you crave, you need
That honey that comes with love.
The soil of love's battlefields
Through time immemorial
Have been stained
With the blood of that jealousy,
Made sacred with the blood of that love.
The heart wants what it wants
And will not settle for less
Will not release until the bands break
And even then,
Will not let go though the heart has turned to dust.
Some say jealousy is evil
But I say jealousy is pure
For what is love that can be passed around
Through different hands and hearts
And not kept holy and cherished in the heart of the One?
And you are my One
And I am Yours
I want no other lips, no other arms
Kissing me, holding me
Nor kissing you, holding you.
I am jealous and I make no bones about it
Neither do I apologize or make excuse
For what is love that does not care who touches it, soils it
When once it lay like a precious pearl
On a bed of priceless gold?
That is my love for you: A precious pearl
And I will not give you up or let you go
I will not share you with strangers who do not know your worth
I will not stop wanting you, needing you, loving you
Even if you walk away from me.
©by Voo Shining Stone
Jan 16, 2021
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