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PAD Challenge Day 1: Mustard Seed

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PAD Challenge Day 1: Write a seed poem. Mustard Seed If my spiritual mountains could talk, they would dare not whisper a lone sweet parable. They would shout, in the name of Jesus, declare and decree victory over my misfortunes. With poise, chapter after chapter, of despair and sorrow, their words would etch and sketch me out of hopelessness and calculated schemes orchestrated by life’s adversaries. Their words would color me pretty undefeatable; show and tell the peak of my faith; shape me in the symmetric of the eleven Hebrews. Down this visual Hall of Faith , by a lily in the valley, these mountains will faithfully announce the fate of my faith. They shall say: God is her only idol. She is a descent of Abraham; Her righteousness never took rest. She is an ark and captain of her sea, by and by, floating by faith through the flood of her grieving tears. She is an escapee to death and modern slavery; a modest scion of black success, steering new generations with wisdom and comfort. Sh...
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Bring it on April!!! 🌻📝🎂

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  Farewell, March! My sweet April, it's almost time to meet National Poetry Month (NaPoMo) and my birthday season, and wake up my besties, Pen and Paper daily, again! I welcome you with open arms as I  warm up and activate my inner poet to actively participate in this year's  Poem-A-Day challenge. Since 2017, I've have greatly indulged in this wonderful experience to challenge myself,  my critical thinking and writing skills, and to simply just share what I find as my idea of true freedom (since my young poet age of 7...words of expression from the depth of my heart) without limitation, judgement, recognition, and validation.  Over the last few months, I’ve been more focused on close bonds with loved ones, traveling, journaling, healing, grief counseling, self-care, reading old poems and journals; reading, admiring and listening to other artists' work; and editing literature for future projects. In this new season, of lyrical art, as it approaches, I look forwa...
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Farewell 2025: My greatest loss and wins...

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Farewell 2025: My greatest loss and wins….   My greatest loss this year: (deep breath…sighs) was the death of my beloved sister-friend. If I looked like I lost my best friend, I did. Now, I know what it means to lose a best friend and sister in one. I lost the first person I felt comfortable calling her a big sister. A person I talked to everyday by call or text. I lost a person who taught me so many things: foster and maintain healthy relationships, setting boundaries, importance of grief therapy (after losing my father), the importance of financial stability/investing, understanding politics (even if you disliked it) and government. She was really the smartest woman I knew. I miss knowing what to expect in the next year, in politics and government because of her. She never failed. This year, she truly got it right again…about everyone in office. This loss was unexpected and painful. It was nothing compared to the many deaths of loved ones in the previous year(s). I w...
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PAD Challenge Day 30: Sticky Notes 2 Self ft. Loose-leaf Paper (This is the Remix) 🗒📝

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PAD Challenge Day 30: Take one of your poems (or several of your poems) from earlier this month and remix it. Write a remix poem. Sticky Notes 2 Self ft. Loose-leaf Paper (This is the Remix) 🗒📝 Sometimes-at-times a 3x3 sticky note is too tiny.  Loose-leaf Paper can tell it all and rule on college rule.  Break it down.  I can go in depth,  line by line, about  the things I tell myself: "Dear Black Girl, remember why you rock and settle for nothing less." I have no choice but to be the catalyst in this generation . Because there are people like Queen momma told me that don't want me to have nothing at all.  Be nothing at all. They rather see me stumble and fall between crevices they didn't survive or build blocks to block me into being a flunkie. So, every time I win, achieve, prosper, I must do what what my ancestors didn't get a chance to do . That's my legacy. Be EXTRA good in a negative world so when people talk about me...
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PAD Challenge Day 29 (Two-for- Tuesday): "Near the End of Burn Out & "Near the Beginning of New"

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PAD Challenge Day 29 (Two-for-Tuesday): Write a "near the end" and/or "near the beginning" poem. Near the End of Burn Out We all faced many end  of the roads where we want  to throw in the towel Throw up our hands  Hide our hearts  Shield our backs Save our other cheek Second guess our  intentions and purpose  We may even want  to walk away from it  all while it remains  worth what it is worth before we completely lose ourselves or our marbles Until self-care urgently  calls us to gently say It is okay to pause survival mode It is okay to lead your way out of  leading everything and everybody Come back I have a safe place  for you to rest your eyes,  and bones I have shelter for you to ease your emotional intelligence and empathy I have soul food  to fill your soul. Near the Beginning of New Anew Unused Never done On the way I see it clear Scent of lilac  Ready for my tongue Like a drop of honey Feels like heave...
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PAD Challenge Day 28: fade to black

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PAD Challenge Day 28: Write a color poem. fade to black I love watching the sun  go down for a nap Can't hear it snoring  or groaning No sleep talking,  fighting or apnea Just a one way mass of  spinning without interruptions Imaginary gyrations along  Earth's revolutions With nothing and no one  to stopwatch its time zones One hour in the  mirror of the ocean  to birthing silhouettes to living and non living things.  One minute the eye  of God within a cloud Stretching crepuscular rays  of heaven down on us One second bashfully  or inquisitively peeking  behind one or many clouds  making cotton candy skies Then comfortably offering a sheet of oranges  we can't peel and taste Taking all of the day's light blues and the city's dark blues with it Quickly fading into black Reminding me of the visible and naked eye light  Hosted by my very own  shade of midnight D'ElegantOne 
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PAD Challenge Day 27: A Taste of New Orleans

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PAD Challenge Day 27: Write a "New blank" poem. A Taste of New Orleans Take me back  Ya heard me?  To the Big Easy the Bayou of St.John watahs . Take me back 'Cause no matter  Wuzham or where y'at? I was  woadie and babi . Ya know? Take me back  where Who Dat, Who Dat?   We dat, We dat! is chanted from the  French Quarter  to the Superdome. Take be back  with a NOLIA clap. Give me that  Bounce- let me  Back That Thang up in the second line. Take me back on a Fat Tuesday. I want Etouffée thighs and Gumbo to snug my Jambalaya soul. Take me back. So I can French kiss  a real Po'boy,  suck on Crawfish let a hurricane  smooth talk me  down Bourbon Street. Take me back  'cause NOLA  was the sweetest  beignet to this  Carolina girl. And only NOLA can do you like dat dere . Take me back... laissez les bon  temps rouler ! D'ElegantOne 
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