Nadia's Poem

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When and Where

Nadia's poem


The crescent moon cold and unforgiving

The water shrivvles as if something is bound to happen

I wait and wait and wait waiting for something....... anything .......... everything


I wonder" what if" I ask my self as I sit in my chair

Thinking wondering where is home when Will I get there?Is it up to the heavens or down to the bottom of the sea

Where is it is it waiting for me?

Bohemia

Bohemia

Bohemia Daydreamia
Soul Glow Afro Oh No
You Go
Girl
Fist up Pro Black
All that and a bag of
Chips
Wide Hips Full Lips
Pearly Whites
Dyn-o-mite
Brown skin that she's in
head thrown back in laughter
Indulge in a piece of her
energy
as the wind carries her
slim gold hoops & giant bangles
examining you from every angle
knowledge slips from her fountain
whoopin'hollerin'twistin'shoutin
then slowly drifting in its pace
envision the rainbow across her face
Diaspora - we all relate
Your sista, my sista, our sista
In Love is her place
Bohemia Daydreamia
Escape

©2009 Monica Simone

That was Then, This is Now

                                

That was then, this is now

We can’t go back in time

You chose the path you

Thought was straight

My love for you was blind

I thought that we were meant

To be. I loved with blinders on

And now you’re back

But this is now,

The love I had is gone.

That was then, this is now

I just don’t feel the same

All the love I had for you,

To you was just a game.

You went your way, and I went mine,

but look where we are now?

Can we start all over again?

I just cannot see how.

The grass was not so green, as

You came to the end of your path

How long did it take for you to

Figure it out? You’re smart, you

Do the math.

That was then, this is now

My blinders are finally gone

And now I see clear as day

So my choice is to just move on!

                                                       ©2011 Rhonda Lewis

US

Us

I cannot remember me

Without thinking of you

Our history so intertwined

Like roses on a vine

The east end your stomping ground

West Side was mine

But you became my family

The sister I never had

The one I’m still privileged to know

Thru the ups and the downs you were always around

And for that I’m eternally glad

Life’s moments we’ve shared, some laughter some tears

Evenly spread throughout the years but

It’s ok

Cause ‘Back in the Day’

Means so much because You were there

Braiding Hair

Rollerskating in y’all basement on Germain

Were we insane? There were

Poles in the middle of the floor!

Walking to the store five times or more

All on a summer’s day.

Bike riding

Walking downtown

Giggling at everything and nothing

From break dance battles

To baby rattles

Cedarbrook park

Your mother’s fireplace when it got dark

West 4^th St

Juny’s White Cloud

We rocked the Bells with LL

Endured all of life’s changes together. I would NEVER

trade it in because You are my

FRIEND

A name so rich in meaning

All thru life’s seasons, no matter the circumstance, time or reason

You will always be my

Friend.

©
2011 Monica Simone

My Friend By Rhonda Lewis/ US By Monica Simone

                                                       My Friend

I want to tell you thank you

For being my lifelong friend.

The only problem is, where do

I begin?

So many wonderful memories

I just don’t know where to start.

So maybe I will start by saying, you

Are truly a part of my heart.

You were there when I was happy

You never left me when I was down

When I lost my way, you helped me

To be found.

You saw something in me, I could not

See with my own eyes. You helped me

To laugh again. You were a comfort to

My cries.

 Being a part of your life has

Truly been a pleasure. Besides my love

 For Jehovah nothing else can measure.

You are the true meaning of friendship

And I am honored to be your friend.

If I had to do my life over, I would

Chose you as my friend again.

So as I pen these words, know that each

One is true.

I love you my friend, so again I tell you

Thank you!

                                              Poem by Rhonda Lewis

                                              Copyright 2011©

The Wonders of Friendship

For those of you fortunate to have a lifelong best friend, you will be able to relate to the peoms to follow. Sometimes we encounter a friendship so deep, it transcends and transforms into family.
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On the Brink of Loving HIm

I stay on the brink of loving him

I just don’t understand why.

He throws me away like a piece of trash

He didn’t care if he made me cry.

He made me believe I was special

I thought I had it like that

But he told me nothing but lies

Now I must face the fact.

The fact that he never committed

His feelings were never the same

I was a simple convenience

A part of his ego game.

I stay on the brink of loving him

Memories take me back in time

A place, a song, even a scent

Brings thoughts of him to my mind.

I wish I could hit delete and all

Memories be erased. It would make

Things so much easier, but that’s just

Not the case.

I stay on the brink of loving him

But then reality sets right in. and I

Know that what I thought we had,

We will never have again.

                                                                Poem by Rhonda Lewis

                                                                  Copyright 2011 ©