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2 New eBooks
At long last, I have finished putting together 2 new ebooklets of my poetry on Amazon Kindle. I hope you will enjoy them and I encourage you to give your review and ratings here and on Amazon! …
Source: 2 New eBooks
2 New eBooks
At long last, I have finished putting together 2 new ebooklets of my poetry on Amazon Kindle. I hope you will enjoy them and I encourage you to give your review and ratings here and on Amazon!
ELEMENTS: poetry
Contains poetry and prose inspired by and about the earth. I hope to reacquaint the reader with the beauty and strength of our planet, reminding if she is well then all will be well with us, her inhabitants.
URBAN RANTINGS: poetry
This writing gives voice to the frustration, rage and heartache suppressed over decades from generation to generations through centuries, created by racial motivated violence that has escalated to the point of public outcry and protest on the streets of the United States, as well as, globally. No longer suppressed and expressed in the confines of privacy. This writing is not for the gentil spirit but for those who want to understand the emotional response to racism.
CHANGE napowrmo 24
Life changed
with these
chains
that held tightly to
necks
arms
hands
ankles
flesh
shanked
shackled
tethered
to others
chained
and dragged
to a different
wilderness
with different
beasts who
held the keys
to the
chains
that
changed
freedom
to toil and pain
chained
down and used
as venting posts
enduring deviant acts
with
chains
marks deep on
faces
backs
buttocks
legs
feet
souls
sold for
change
not nearly enough
to cover the
earth
sky
wisdom
for all they knew
centuries have passed
and nothing has
changed
selling lucys’
ironically named
the first but not the last
found in the valley
back home
her bones remain
survived the ages
just as we
to prove a point
now coined fragments
from the pack polluted
peace pipe leaf sticks
a puff to ease the
oppression
depression
a hustle
sold on the corners
and back alley ways
with hopes of earning
trying to make a
change
a day’s yield worth
only a little so little
change
but something gives
last straws are being
pulled
taken
stolen
and this thing has got to
change
these transparent
chains
are rattling too loud
being engraved with names
with intent to repeat
not our story
but his story
re-volving a different kind of
changed
chain
wrappings
re-wrapping rust blood
chains
but something has
changed
a shift in the wind
this time multitudes
are standing up
demanding another
change
resisting
fighting
arguing
suing
pushing back
forming human
chains
of solidarity
in strength
one voice in unison
against the threat
will bind
creating human
change
reactions and
these rust
chains
will be
broke.
Sono Arima (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
UN~TITLED napowrmo 23
UN~TITLED
holograms
optical illusions
blinding halogen lights
electrical pied pipers
the new soul catchers
of web and net.
Sono Arima (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
HELEN HELEN napowrmo day 22
Helen Helen
Helen, is there someone in the water, someone with me?
Yes Helen dear, in the water, in the water is me.
But you are sinkin’, can that be, hold on my dear, hold on to me
Helen there is someone in the water in the water with me
Yes dear Helen, my dear Helen in the water is me.
Wade in the water wash my spirit free
Shallow shadows rushin’ me, wash my spirit free
Press your sweet wine, quench my dry thirst
I wanna meet the divine is there someone with me?
Yes Helen dear it is I with me.
What are you doing not sure of what I see
Looking for me why can’t you see
That’s why I’m looking I’m trying to be
Wade in the water
Do you hear them Helen, slow whispers ever so low
Sweet voices telling of sadness and tales of woe
What do you think Helen I really do not know
Voices don’t sound sweet on the topic of woe
We are all alone Helen, why are we here in the dark?
I can feel their eyes all looking at me
You feel their eyes looking, looking in the dark?
Yes Helen dear and they’re all looking looking at me
I will dance in the dark
In my sentimentality pain free
My tender heart rejoicin’ over flows in ecstasy
Are we still alone Helen and are we really free
No Helen dear they are here, right here near me
Every one is every where in the water with me
Then we are not alone and we are not free
Come with me Helen, I can not see
Somewhere, where the air scented sweet and scented free
and sounds dance differently, somewhere they’ll be
will you run away Helen, run away there with me?
Wade in the water, wash my spirit free
Shallow shadows rushin’ me, wash my spirit free
Press your sweet wine, quench my dry thirst
I want to meet the divine I want to be first
Helen is there someone in the water with me?
Yes Helen dear, it is all of me.
I will dance in the dark
In my sentiment pain free
My tender heart rejoicing flowing in ecstasy…
Sono Arima (c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Thursday 21 April 2016
‘TIS OF THEE napowrmo day 20
’tis of thee
tip of the iceberg
sharper than razor’s edge
pierce as a thorn
harvest of scorn
blossoms rose red
upon the heart
a hollow vessel falls
broken dreams
held together with dirty strings
distorted wind chimes
catching no light
only mournful sighs
torn and weary
forgotten flags left in the storm
forgotten virtues unwoven with lies’
threadbare slaps the air
out of lungs and throats
red threads seep into drains
along cold steel steeps
along with virtues and dreams
white threads torn from sheets
cover but do not hide
white flames licking the night
blue threads filibuster bruise
no longer royal
never held the stars of light
unraveling cotton
the cotton of our lives
cotton thorns and blood
in the dark of night
Sono Arima (2015) All Rights Reserved
MOTHER HEN~RETTA napowrmo 19
MOTHER HEN~RETTA
Large brown hands sweep us into her back folds
crisp and tattered skirts that serve as bleached umbrellas
from harsh realities and burning sheets
we finger the tiny embroidered daisies along its pleats
prettier than the ones that grow down the street
you whimper I hide my eyes
a brave soul protecting against the pecking order of men
white men against her
their skins of yellow, black and brown
with grit corn and bean
mean meals
“Hush puppies,” she has warned.
Sono Arima (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
SISTER ROSS napowrmo day 18
SISTER ROSS
Sister Ross dumpling love
toiled on Saturday
sang on Sunday
shopped on Monday,
warm sun-kissed apricots
to many to count
jars, tins loaves and cups
too many to count,
twelve gates to the city
this little light of mine
troubled waters
chariots in the sky.
leather straps and brass buckles
peppermints and coins
rattling paper bags
crumpled leather seats.
Sister Ross sweet lemon tea smile
washed on Tuesday
prayed on Wednesday
slept on Thursday,
starch pools
accordion steel boards
bricks of lye
sweat and worn
fought for forgiveness
wallowed in love
memorized and recited
confessing all
sighed and lumbered
dreamed and snored
rolled and posed
quiet floor boards.
Sister Ross angel of mine
died on Friday
ascended in kind
leaving us all to cry.
Sono Arima (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
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