Poetess Supreme TAMMY S. THOMAS reflects on her poem REFLECTIONS

Top selling author and poetess supreme TAMMY S. THOMAS reflects on her poem "Reflections" featured in her book of poems EMOTIONAL SOUL OF A POETESS! 

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#TalentTuesday "Less Shade" poem by Darrell Herbert the Artivist

"Less Shade"

Sometimes we can't always accept reality for what it is

So we create illusions like fantasies or dreams that help us cope with our disbelief

However at some point, we have to return to the real world in order to truly identify

The difference between the actual truth and what we believe to be the truth

Ignorance can be blissful if the truth is painful

But knowledge is the true key to happiness in this world

- Darrell Herbert 

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#WedNightPoetry: "Urinalism" by Darrell Herbert

Urinalism by Darrell Herbert

Urinalism

Left arm stung with polarizing I.V., but P.L.M.S. is forcing me to twitch my left arm vigorously as I attempt to sleep

How do you expect me to believe he's white when my heart is cold and black?

Sometimes I just wish I could die from heart cancer instead of having Grover's heart attack 

Wait, that's rape, does that mean you will urinate on my faith?   

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean Jesus really fell from grace?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean Heaven is an actual place?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean your anger issues will suffocate my rage?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean I'm someone I love or hate?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean I'll commit suicide on my birthday?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

With this rope my body will hang from left to right, with this belt my body will swing from side to side

Of course you would think that I was a dying orphan, four kids, and one ending that has blood on my hat

Cut off my wings like they did to that tortured angel who was never given his wings back

Heaven sent Hell's gates to resurrect my Ulcer plaque 

And rumor has it that you heard of me

Who do I call when I have flashbacks of insecurities?

Scorpion vice, insert the spikes into my lifeless eyes

Don't make me expose your bullshit and my bullcrap

Sometimes I just wish I could die from lung cancer instead of having Mahalia's heart attack 

Wait, that's rape, does that mean you will urinate on my faith?   

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean Jesus really fell from grace?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean Heaven is an actual place?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean your anger issues will suffocate my rage?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean I'm someone I love or hate?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

Wait, that's rape, does that mean I'll commit suicide on my birthday?

And walking on fire means that I will eventually die

With this rope I'll hang from left to right, with this belt my body will swing from side to side

#WedNightPoetry: Rare Acid Loser (by Darrell Herbert)

Rare Acid Loser

Lazy, lazy

Psychologically crazy, but in reality, spacey

Vomiting blood, lungs grazey

Chipped tooth, birth marks shady 

Starfish sex, birth defects

Doctor, can you please pump it?

By pump it, I mean my stomach

Like an infant getting fed with acid

A loser who's less attractive

Cum stains found all over the mattress

Lynch my tears

Piss on my grief

Oddly enough, I'll tie her ropes across my knees

I'll even tie them all, helping hands used my helpless feet

Medicine, Benzedrine

Lack luster, cocksucker

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#WedNightPoetry: Masquerade (by Tammy Thomas)

Masquerade

Masquerade

He's intrigued by me. Yet he doesn't know me. He's mesmerized by my eyes. They are flirting with him. He's hypnotized by my power of seduction. And he doesn't want to get away. He needs to know who I am, but I like to play. Curiosity is killing him softly as we danced. Our swag lits up the room on fire. Love the cat and mouse game. Arouses his senses. Pleasuring his intuition. Then the clock strikes twelve! Like the wind, I'm gone. Leaving him breathless and wanting more.

July 14, 2016 © Tammy Thomas

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#WedNightPoetry: "Libra Outspoken" by Tammy Thomas

#‎Wednesdaynightpoetry‬

Libra Outspoken

I was born with an inspirational purpose. Ambition mixed with determination running through my veins. I'm married to motivation. My soul full of fire, blowing smoke of pure desire! Learning how to be victorious of this balancing act of this Libra's life. Hell have nothing on me! I'm coming through with a rambunctious appetite. Do you hear me!

© February 20, 2016 Tammy Thomas

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#WedNightPoetry: "Trust Nobody" by Keisha Williams Cranford

*Trust Nobody *

You can't trust nobody
You can't trust friends
You can't even trust family
And it never ends
They say keep your enemies closer
But you can't trust them
You think someone is your best friend
When you think you know them you don't
and if you think they won't do what you think
They won't do what they will
A real nigga going to tell
You Tha truth and A
Real bitch not going to lie to you and
A truth friend will not snitch on you
And a true friend will not stand by you
See only fake , Jealous, wanna be' s
Just like you will do some bullshit To you
You can't trust nobody but yourself
You can't trust friends family or Nobody else
You can't trust no one that's why I only fucks with myself.

Written by Keisha Cranford

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#WedNightPoetry: "Proud" by Keisha Williams Cranford

♤ proud ♤

I don't have to prove Nothing to no one
Because I'm proud of myself
I don't have to try to impress no one
Because I know I have what it takes
To do what I need to do
I'm a strong black woman and
Whatever I do I'm determined
And whatever I say i stick to it
I'm not perfect but who is
I commit myself to accomplish my goals
I work hard for what I do
And I maintain my goals
Studying my life
Acknowledging my skills
The ability to do what I feel
I take advantage of every aspect
And I treated like it's my treasure
I protect it with my all
I treated as if im pleasure
By all my aachievements
I take it in to heath as if it is my heart
I take one step at a time
I write to ease my mind
I take care of my responsibility
As my kids are mines
I might fall a little
But I get back up and keep doing me
Because i know that God gots me
I don't have to prove nothing to no one
Because I love myself and
Even though I make mistakes
I'm happy with who I am
I'm proud of myself and
I don't have to prove nothing
To no one else but God and
I'm happy with myself and all
I'm proud to be me and
There's no one like me
I love being me that's all I need
The end!

Written by: Keisha Williams Cranford

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#WedNightPoetry: "Different" by Keisha Williams Cranford

☆《DIfferent》 ☆
If I treat you different would you treat me the same
If I treat you different would you think I'm lame
If I was to commit a crime would you think I'm wrong
Would you kick me out and leave me all alone
Make me be responsible for myself
Make me feel like I have nobody else
Asking myself questions like
What does this mean?
Would this be a conspiracy
Would this be a Dream
See that's how people wants to make you
Feel when it comes to being yourself and
That's when you realise you don't need nobody else
But God if I treated you different would
You think I'm mean
Would you think I'm self center or would
You think I'm just being me
Would you think I deserve to live
Would you distance yourself from me
Would I mean anything or wold you look
At me as a true friend would I be the voice
In your head that tells you the right thing
The right message would you look at me like
I'm your enemy or would You take this in heath and
Be mean to me if I treat you different Would you
Learn from your mistakes would you be ready to take
Your place or would You think it's just a mistake
Would I be on your bad side or good sides
If I treated you different would you do me the same or would we just play the blame game
Would you accept me for what it's worth
With all my history would you judge me and
Talk about me like I'm nothing or
Would you look at we're the same and
Nothing different besides our ways
If I treated you different would you look at our skin
And tell me we're different, the color we are doesn't matter we're together not apart we're human beings
And we say or do mean things but it's not right to treat another person different because we are not the same , we are different in so many ways
We are unique , we have potential, what about you
If I treated you different
The end!

Written by : Keisha Williams Cranford

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#WedNightPoetry: "Bag Lady" by Meichell T. Jackson

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Bag Lady

Once, Mother Sister Friend Auntie
A part of the World
Sharing birthday's with loved ones
Giggling about boys with girlfriends
Cooking with Momma in the kitchen
Promising to stay a good girl for Daddy

She was the one who always got her plump cheeks pinched by the Church Ladies
Saying, "Ain't Mrs.Mabel's baby so sweet?"

She was the girl who caught all the boy's eye once her brazier didn't need anymore training
Trying their hardest to catch her eye
But, she paid no mind
Keeping her promise to her Daddy and her Eyes On The Prize

She did as she was told
Graduated top of her class
Making Momma and Daddy proud
Knowing their baby was gonna reach for the stars like Mae C. Jemison or be an originator like Madam CJ Walker

She shinned like a new penny
Her Momma always said she could catch a fish without any bait
Any man or women alive would find warmth
In that smile

Today, she sits on a cold bench
Watching the passers by pass by her
No Momma Daddy Sister Friend to keep company with
Her skin dried to blister by the wind
She wouldn't recognize herself if she held a mirror up

All her earthly belongings surrounding her like a blanket
Her only comforts
No more apart of the world then the stars
One would only know their there unless they just happened to look up

Once a beautiful young thing
Lost by circumstances and wrong turns
Life has not been too kind
To the girl who once made her Momma and Daddy smile

So, she sits alone
Waiting for no one
Watching passers by pass her by

by Meichell T. Jackson

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#WedNightPoetry: "The Dominican" by Adrienne Charleston

Adrienne Charleston

March 9 at 10:02pm

‪#‎WedNightPoetry‬
The Dominican -
A place so beautiful and warm
The water so beautiful and blue
And you, just as beautiful
You, providing your light
You shined brighter than the sun
I saw you in the crowd
I didn’t know you noticed me too
You approached me
And made the meeting all the more special
I immediately felt your energy
It instantly connected with mine
We are one and the same
Lovers of dance
Lovers of life
Lovers of fun
Lovers of happiness
And yet, not lovers of one another
But lovers in spirit
In a place so beautiful and warm
The water so beautiful and blue
And you, just as beautiful
With your skin kissed by the sun
Over and over
With your smile
That can light up even the darkest night
And eyes
That seemed to see right to my soul
And though we spoke different languages
I understood all you were saying
Because we are one and the same
Lovers of dance
Lovers of life
Lovers of fun
Lovers of happiness
And yet, not lovers of one another
But lovers in spirit
I will always remember my time with you
And this place
The Dominican
by: Adrienne Charleston ‪#‎butterflyflow‬

#WedNightPoetry: "Pain" by Charles Beastking

Pain
Let me open a door to my. Paradox. An I want you to feel how I feel. So keep everything else in the atmosphere silent these eyes have seen death. Heart ache an violence I've walked a road of a vagabond. Running with merciless Giants. An they taught me about pain witnessing the aftermath of women being hurt family being killed bullet hole riddled shirts witnessing so much pain made me write this. Unlocking parts of me that have been caged with vice grips ooh I known hospitals known me intimately I spend my days pain.
But I don't let it control me the very earth turned on it's axis still trying to hold me But Pain. Has been a unwarranted comforter I remember pain balled up in knots begging for it to stop never ceasing. Constantly increasing. Pain. When the ink runs dry I slice open my vein to release my Pain to know me is to walk in my Path an lay under my umbrella of Pain ..My House. Is made for the chosen my life has so much pain I put my life on the line. For these lines just so you can see your pain. I'll sacrifice anything. For my Family an my Loved ones...I take on their. Pain. Even of this poem never reaches a Soul thank you for letting me Expose my Pain End eat

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#WedNightPoetry: "He is My G Spot" by Jayne Phlow

HE IS MY "G" SPOT

This
Beautiful
Black
Brother
Divinely dipped in ethereal excellence
Makes mountains move when it comes to
Me

He calls me his
Quintessential queen
His
Thick-up Thug
His
Gorgeous Gangsta
His
Inspirational ink that "Phlows" passion through his pen
He no longer craves
Fhyisical food
Because
The sustenance of my soul's sugary sweetness
Purposefully penetrates him with all the nourishment he needs to aNnihilate nations

And I
Graciously grant him all my glorious givings
Because
He is my
Kingdom's keeper
My
Perfect prophesy
My
Rock-hard Rameses
My
Metapyshical movement
He's the
Rhythmical reason behind every lusciously, lustfully, love-filled lyric
He has
Feloniously fucked me twenty times since Tuesday
Using
Nothing More
Than
Nouns and Metaphores

We are
Each other's
Secret soliloquy
Hushed hearts harbored amongst the breeze
Such a torridly tantalizing treat
Cunningly candid conversations make our voracious verbal exchanges complete

This juicy juxtaposition
Has us both weak....wantonly wishin'
For opulent overdoses of
This
Magical mojo
This
Diabolical dripping
This
Exemplary ecstacy
This
Alluringly affable affair

This
Beautiful
Black
Brother

Who moves massive mountains

For I

His Quintessential queen

Really GETS me

So he can get IT

Anytime....

©Author JaynePhlow
Written: November 23, 2014
From my 2nd book of poetry PHIYAH PHLOWS, released May 2015

‪#‎WedNitePoetry‬

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#WedNightPoetry: "My FAT Ain't for Everyone"! by Tammy Thomas

My FAT Ain't For Everyone:

My FAT ain't for everyone. Yeah i said it! I didn't studdard.

My rolls are cute.
My breasts are voluptuous.
I'm a beautiful mountain that fills up your eyes
I see you want to touch my thick thighs
Nope! My FAT ain't for everyone
Either you love it or you don't
Doesn't matter
I LOVE MY FAT AND ALL!
Carry on

© January 28, 2016 Tammy Thomas

 

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#WedNightPoetry: Blacktopia The Poem (by DBrockman)

Blacktopia

In an attempt to create the purest form
known one must search in many directions,
Obliged thoughts we are often taught there
was only one Truth, Way and Light of perfection.

Through faith we side step our present whelps
for our future has already be told for us,
Awaiting our stories to be told we haven
ourselves along the shore of our inner utopia.

Those sunny shores are hidden flaws cased
in veiled morals that may never get to see light,
If shined and unconcealed the absent of color
may flourish and its visibility is known as white.

Closed eyes in a darken room creates unseen
imaginations to some that may refer as wack,
If you missed the last three line I’ve been descriptively
explaining the removal of color, known as Black.

Acquire your sand filled refinement thoughts
place them in you imaginable lightless room of trust,
And let the rest of the world figure out how no
light in a perfect place will lead us to “Blacktopia”!

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