I'm a Growing Woman

  PAD Challenge Day 2:  Write a "from where I'm sitting" poem.  Office 4015   In the middle of the Capital District Square I feel like one of the righteous oaks in the City of Oaks Hanging on tight Far from not becoming soft wood As I do what is right with what was left My evergreen soul struggling to remain greener on both sides As I eyewitness the nip n’ tuck to the government circle Straight down from the supreme to the subordinates No local anesthesia followed by analgesics This stings…   In the middle of this despair after every cold-blooded miscalculation has been set to subtract the circumference of evolution Who has the cure for this cutting pain? Who can birth a new legacy of hope? This stings more…   In the middle of this city’s Capital square We, the people, are rediscovering That we, the people, are not the radius of this circle We were just a chord to some a temporary diameter a segment ...

PAD Challenge Day 1 (Two-for-Tuesday): Write a "Best of Times" poem, and/or write a “Worst of Times”.   Best of times Growing up Saturdays were golden times Teena Marie was square biz And mom’s hotcakes were the hottest to melt Country Crock butter Confirmation of my adolescence transformation Something smaller can make something large and fluffy a delight Simple enhancements without too much alteration I, too, can be butter To a good ole fashioned world A good source of energy Smooth enough to activate the brilliance off the top of my head Rich enough to add more flavor to history Be essential to the vision my ancestors left for me to see That a little drizzle added to the best of both worlds never really could hurt anybody   Worst of Times Could it be found at  the Door of No Return? A forced, freedom-less ride along one of the 36,000 voyages, To create the greatest Americas’ horror film? Could it be the system it...

PAD Challenge Day 30 (Two-for-Tuesday:   Write a "The End" poem, and/or write a beginning poem. Alpha I was seven when  I first tasted poetry. A bubbly, Southern girl  with pigtails and a smile.  From the tip to the back of  my strawberry tongue,  it became lemonade. Water to my minor soul; A major sweet  crystalline to my heart. Stirred me through  boiling points to refreshing seconds. Taught me how to roll  with the yellows and  tarts times of life. Omega Don't tell me to end. That's like telling me  to break up with  my bestfriends, Paper and Pen. And I don't know when  my last poem will be. I may die writing between  the stanzas of one  just for you to say  "Rest in Poem", poet. 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 29: Take the phrase "Until (blank)," replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem. Until Your Last Breath I'm glad I arrived in Missouri  in time to talk to you. Look into light brown eyes  that look like mine just to tell you I love you one last time.  I'm more happier that I could show you. Feed you one of your favorite meals  like you use to feed me when I was a baby. Watch the Heat beat the Cavaliers  though we're both Lakers fans. I'm glad you wanted to play Motown  just for you to sing "My Girl" to me because you'll never get the chance to give my  hand in marriage to the love of my life. You were my favorite girl dad.  My male twin and bestfriend. I'm glad you were the first man to  ever love me the way you did. I'm glad I made you a happy, proud Father. I'm content that I fulfilled your living  wishes before your death wishes too. I'm glad I locked our promises ...

PAD Challenge Day 28: Write a death poem. Death in Tolls Slowly love is dying,  not by the four letters  of its alphabets but by  the lack of definition and sense. People are living in perilous  rotations of survival mode where  love is no longer a desideratum. Family trees are splitting after  strong roots dies.  Millions of hearts are vacant. Hatred and jealousy are relocating to a new chamber of the heart  everyday without oxygen to assist  and advance the blood flood. Humanity is facing a flat line too  while the vitals of vile and evil run  extra high and parallel rapidly. Since we can't read minds,  please take some time, read the commentary as you stroll the threads of your so called socials. Listen quietly to what is being said  when said in your presence. Don't forget all bodies can  speak too without words. Can't you see? Unity in community is dying. Respect is dying. Patience is dying. It's Them vs. Us....

PAD Challenge Day 27:  Write a remix poem. Not All Heroes Wear Capes (This is the Remix:  Day 17) I'm a wonder  woman too. A  true black  steel magnolia. In love with  my black beauty  voluptuous curves, knowledge and elegance. I, too,  marched in  memory of millions  and for generations to come. I,too,  faced black barriers and  broke generational curses. I, too,  broke glass ceilings,  kicked down doors for  another black girl to be fly at sharing her magic.  💜D'ElegantOne