Sitting here on a coach
I am going back home
Wonder if it will be the same
Carrying my thoughts true

Memories pas by each moment
Green pastures on the other side
Small roads holding me
I use to live around here

What is home now?
Years have flowed on
Home has drifted away
A place to be that’s me

The arms that held me
They seem distant now
Who holds my ways
Where is the truth I ask

Everyday passing by
Going tik tok
Playing face, telling lies
Give mock
Never coming near don't
Ring ring
Don't knock

Once walking in old Baltimore
Heart-free, soul-filled with glee
I saw a Baltimorean
was looking back at me

Now I was eight and very shy
and he was no mud digger
and so I smiled, but he poked out
his tongue and named me Nigger

I saw no more of Baltimore
from then until December
of all the things that happened here
that's all I remember

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INCIDENT by Countee Cullen

Under the scorching heat
of the Texan sun,
there're heroes and bandits
with loaded guns...

One group enforces the law
the other are troublemakers
but the guns that they draw
marks them as equal warriors

Facing one another
with the western spirit
refusing to surrender,
in battle they meet

Merciless bullets flying,
shooting guns smoking.
The intensity is growing,
one by one, warriors are dying

Until at last,
only two stand,
the sheriff
and a cruel man

I've seen shadows erase rainbows
and raindrops drowned the sun,
I've even seen the blues overwhelm the day;

occasionally, what's what comes strange
and sorrow morphs into fun,
then, children crave schoolwork, instead of play!

Sometimes it can be troublesome
wiping up the messy tears,
it's confusing when they continually return!

I've learned to swing at life's curveballs,
and seen laughter sprout from fears,
then, drawn a blank seeing clues I can't discern.

Hidden layers of meaning,
completely permeate The Word;
they’re found by spiritual eyes
and a desire for absolute Truth-
to overcome the enemy’s lies.

Take time to study the Bible
and its many, divine precepts.
Embrace them with your heart;
learn lessons from others’ pain;
keep life from falling apart.

Be led by the true Love,
behind the scarlet thread;
for God identifies His own,
by the principles found…
in the Scriptures alone.
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Author Notes:

twenty miles to the gallon
with a short stroke
hardened cam and
ported polished
she growls when i
drop the hammer

drone down the interstate
white line flashing like
deaths rib

twin cherry bombs
throbbing
bolted down
to the iron Interceptor
hauling ass

nightmare marauder
thundering
and a Python magnum
in a slip holster
wrapped in its thin
belts
beneath the Dickie jacket

flip rear seats
and sleeper style
detroit girl
jewel of the nile

I'm thinking now in rhyme and verse
perhaps I'm going mad...
or fallen prey to poet's curse
a notion I find sad.

When driving down the road alone
ideas flood my mind.
Poems, rough, bereft of hone
jumble through my skull and grind.

tentacle ten table
octopus wing oscillate
quaterfoil moulded splayed lea
banqueting from Brighton
Saunders tapered padded
paneled sea trails cut brass
trellis elixir sprayed aprons
outline eastern wise men
dragons of habitual
above their firmament
inlay of prominence, water colour view
combining Gothic and oriental elements
electric fantastical fanatical

a message deliver,
the arrival of a new lover is near
we all love roses
my dear,
never of the thorns ever fear

they prick just slightly
you are used to severer ones

so let all roses speak for you
your love
she must earn

in the desire of innate love
she may like to,
like a simple butterfly burn

beautiful roses she will get in return