SisterSoul Poetry Collective

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

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.

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

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.
Please enjoy and feel free to share your comments.

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

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Rain

I long to hear your voice

Like a flower yearns for sun

Turning this way and that

In order to bask in its rays

But sometimes it rains

And it’s a good thing we have our umbrellas

As we splash thru muddy puddles together

The rain mixing with our tears

Yet

We find the rainbow at the end

I long to hear your voice

Your deep timbre gently rocking me to sleep

A staccato da-da-da-da-da

Our own secret language

The language of Love

Thursday, July 21, 2011

He Created Us

He created us with perfection

And though what the first of us

did was wrong, it is through our

trials and tribulations that we have

Come to be so strong.

He created us for a purpose

To multiply and fill the world

So we bear the responsibility

For every boy and girl

He created us with compassion

So we love with all that we are

As Christ who showed compassion

Before us, like him, we bear some

Scars.

A mother, a wife, a friend

Titles we all may bear

To be created a woman,

there is nothing that can compare

Know that you are special

With, or without a man. Why?

Because he created us

With his Very own hands.

Poem by Rhonda Lewis

It Is What It Is

It is what it is

Don’t look for explanations

Accept the circumstances

There will be less complications

Take it for what it is

Don’t look for nothing else

Don’t make something out

of nothing just to satisfy

Yourself.

It is what it is

It will likely stay the same

So if you can’t deal with

The players

Take yourself out the Game!

It really isn’t hard, it’s self

explanatory. If you cannot

comprehend, you’re in the

wrong category.

It is what it is

There’s not much more to say

So if you think you know the

Game, deal your cards

Be ready to Play!

Poem by Rhonda Lewis