BlackPoetMan's blog: "Poetry Corner"

I must thank one of my CherryTap friends, Shae, for inspiring me to post this poem. I wrote this a long time ago after my grandmother died. Her death left a history that I will never know its depth, and it is because of this lack of knowledge I reflected and conjured this poem. Thank you Shae for reminding me how sometimes we take things for granted. Few Moments I can’t take back all those years Where you sat back in your chair And I only cared about When could I play Didn’t sit down to hear you say What was on your mind How I hated the time You made me snap those peas And these days I can snap A thousands peas If you were here I wish I could have spend more time Not thinking in my mind What you would have said And I dread the day That I too must go Would they speak to me, Or will their minds Be empty like I was? Your history Will forever be a mystery To me And it hurts Love does hurt when You can’t got back And change Those few moments Copyright 1997

This poem is not about the same woman. Let me say that from the start. This one is about another woman I met, and I think a lot of you an relate to this peice. Hope you enjoy the 2nd installment. Time II (Scorn Again) I can close my eyes and envision you Not the real you A surreal you But unlike you Your memory is forever unchanged the same as it was before Something that I can count on To show up when the rains come For our hearts are two worlds apart Like the Barren Straights You as one content Me as the other And your man as the ocean And for this our souls are separated By time My mind fantasizes about one day When our worlds are no longer worlds away And the ocean no more The space between us Thus hand and hand Woman to man And a future unknown But I have grown To face what is And what is not Just a faded dream So it seems this is the way It was meant to be A life and a space left empty But a friendship born Time has made me scorned again Copyright 1997

Here is the last installment to the Time series. But this one is quit different. LOL Hope you enjoy. Time, Time, Time There's one thing that I truly hate About life is time. Everything consist of time, Like she can't go out on a date, Because she don't have "the time." She should have said, "Why should I waist my time On someone like you?" We tend to relate time to all types Of stupid stuff like, "Funny how time flies, When you are having fun." I don't see anything funny about that, And if you was having fun Wouldn't you want it to last, Not a thing of the past. Or here is a classic, "OK it's time for me to go." No it is time that I Leave you lame ass Cause I can think of better things to do With my time. You got to excuse me, But I just hate that word "time." Or anything that has time in it, Like "better luck next time," Or "Do you have the time?" Yes I do But I don't plan on given it to you. How about this one? "Time is on my side." Shit Time has never been on my side, Time has been kicking the shit out of me. I just want to put Time in head lock, And slam Time to the floor. Stomp the shit out of Time Till' it can't take no more. I know I'm getting a little beside myself, But Time started it. Time has been winning since the beginning Of...time. Whenever that is, Cause we are the one that created it In the first place. More like we have created a monster. And above all things, The number one statement that I hate that contains time is, "I guess I see you next life time." More like never, Cause that is exactly what a life time is. Time could kiss my ass! Copyright 2006

For my 1st installment to the Poetry Corner is the "Time Series". These are 3 poems about relationships heartbreaks and battle to get over them, the battle of time. The 1st one in this series is "Time". Hope you enjoy. Time It seems as if she came To me in a dream Guided by forces unknown Or unseen My life was hectic Hers was serene She said that I should stop eating meat And replace it with more greens And she was right But it's so easy to do wrong She knew where she was When I was finding Where I belong And time hasn't been long Since we first met She dazzled me with her high-tech dialect And intellect She made my mind and penis erect AS I reflect on dayz we were alone As our bodies, Minds, And souls Travel to sacred homes And temples We massage each others mentals To the point of orgasmic vibrations Discussing everything from creation To worldly frustrations You see To me she was God sent So I guess the Devil is responsible For where she went Somewhere where I am not And where she doesn't want to be She left me with a life That was empty Only to be filled again The only question is with who And when Time is when the healing begins Copyright 1997