Friday, April 29, 2011

A Few Men

Aged opportunity
turning years; without wear
this salacious lady
plans to commandeer
a few men

allowance of unethical love
non traditional love
free, unspoken
beyond marriage finger cuffs
and the obligatory "I do, I do, I do..."

sourcing a few moral men
and a few corrupt too...
seeking treasured comfort
sanction promise moments
that last only minutes
but never a life time

there will be more than you
more than one or two
confirmed a few
some moral men, corrupt ones too...

flower around her tree

© 2011 Lepadah

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sweet Possession

The two
animus fold
an ocular work of art
formless splendor; deeply pure
slide creeping; caught sniffing scented armpits

hands shivering
around the nape of your neck
meddling hair
acknowledge genial fondle

"I can barely... stop!
smother this swans noise
oh baby! the shit you do."
you're gotta to be my favorite thing
like Coltrane

continue to keep it flowing
pushing into the firmness of you
nearing the throat
you swallow; eye follow
kissing your apple; holding its flee movement

affixing elongated negro legs
coiling waist ; come night Priest
bury me inside
to be your sweet possession

© 2011 Lepadah


Hi Lydia,
Ted Younger commented on your note "Sweet Possession".
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Most excellent write!


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gorgeous erotic poem. wow. what a way to wake up in the morning.



Thursday, April 21, 2011

Under The Moon After Midnight

"Hey lady, wanna burn them?"
hot 97 playing "Want You"
a jest , so... "lets dip up out here"

his yellow Yankee fitted
slight turn to side
diamond stud in ear
proceeds with his jive

no more than twenty five
"sit them buns ere; up front near me"
preparing to burn
ripping tobacco from cigarette wrap
spilling onto a napkin

stocking natures plant
"alright there"
"you're a cop ma?"

puffing... nope
her smile delicate
full-dress with reservation
fuzzy shorn good common sense

in the dead night
atop the hood of an Infiniti
collecting count of graves
thoughts run; river endless
this could possibly be forever
if she wasn't so grown

hidden beneath the Birch tree
identified as woman weeds
with punctuated curves
fall out flowered hips twisted
rape by last year vulgar wind
disrobed, broken beauty; its limbs

mind reflection of the man
still in morning pajamas
recalling his routine verse "it is what it is"

it is what it is no contemplation
eyeballing the moon
drifting over their face
"yo! you feel that moon ma"

"yeah I am the moon"
"it is what it is" a repeat verse
stealing some medical smoke
from the youthful enthusiast
total fascination
after his lost love

she could not help him, heal his heart
or indulge curiosity
so a gentle kiss to the cheek
is all one could offer

she remained
standing in the drizzly rain
headlights fading across feet
Gaye playing the piano in Belgium
suddenly the world is good again
smiling at the aftermath "it is what is..."

© 2011 Lepadah

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Oooooooooooo I LIKE!


Friday, April 15, 2011

Silver Shoe Shine (A Poem)

Before work
after seven eleven hazelnut coffee
the subway ride to 23 Ely
thru the tunnel upstairs
spinning turnstile
pass token booth

whirling axis of revolving doors
ushering onto a polished black floor
like shiny patent leather shoes
carefully one steps

afore the escalator
and the silvery jingling ching a ling of bangles
a woman bobs up clearing glass egress
entree silver shoe repair

Fidel stretched hand swinging in the air
as though simulating tango moves
whisking her happily
onto naugahyde sovereignty
the proverbial arrival

readying her riding boots
leather balm first
swipe, swipe; wipe, wipe
bull it,whip and spit to beam

amuse mid men
cherish cigars
unfolded Wall Street Journal
sliding peeps over bifocals

unapologetic for her presence
shaded under the cover of "Revolutionary Suicide"
an ernest interest

upon departure
synchronize "have a nice day"
from gentlemen's survey
of the only woman at the silver shoe shine...

© 2011 Lepadah

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Sayounara II

to all that could have been
but never was or will

this is goodbye
to our communion
verses composed
short kisses
expressing endearing pecks

so long...
to immortal tunes and Jackie's songs
too many to remember
to our generous laughter
at your theater call for impersonation

to "let me take this; it's her"
bathroom calls
long enough to occupy extracting
bit pieces coconut from a fruit bar
just to keep cooly quiet

so long to cribbing
goodbye to your woman
holding you down
while I keep you comfortably up
nights reserved for two

so long to ten minutes away
caffine, cigarettes and my whiskey
the black butterfly netted is now free
to flutter...
with each delicate wing a wave Sayounara

© 2011 Lepadah

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Strands (A Poem)

Her hair shading
strands over the left eye
under a pressured tremor
small beads of perspiration
trickle slowly around the temple
of her freshly pressed hair
springing spice
"ultra sheen original hair dress"
he recalled

colored girls
grown women lining the inside
of their mamas medicine cabinets
or inside the kitchen drawer
next to the burnt straightening comb

she reminded him of big sister Evelyn
enduring rituals
hair washing, combing thru thick locks
drying and pressing it clean straight
scented pomades
at Mrs. Beach Beauty Parlor

she is everything in a memory
beneath him
flipping thru moments
beautiful as Black Ivory and Blue Magic
french kissing Nina on the rooftop

time vanish promptly
swelling between her legs
reeling over her ellipsoidal prettiness
tarnish mind's eye lighted by a shimmer
drooping strands over her left eye...

© 2011 Lepadah

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...very very nice



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Monday, April 11, 2011

Marvin Gaye on piano in Belgium - Come Get To This, Distant Lover

Black Name Calling (A Poem)

mistreated, abuse and used

patching up old wounds
shuffle, hustle buffoons
painted vignettes
apparatus of the cracker

we are the nigger, coon, spade, crow, darkie, eggplant, jungle bunny, Kunta, Lincoln's mistake, Lucius, Mandingo, Moolie, picker ninny, skillet, spook, brick, buck wheat
buckwheat a field where white girls sleep
bumper lips get them gals chasing the kiss
101 epithets

those crackers, peck of wood, honky, chalk and cake face
dirty words for every race
no name like "nigger" that shame

the world calling of the black race
scrawled across walls
sidewalks jewel avenue
youth of every color
try to deface, disgrace
lace with racial hate

can you relate
black people
are you still chasing ghost
spreading legs on them folks bed sheets

a repeat rape
this time consensual
ghetto gagging black sluts
Jersey boys branded with swastikas
holding her "favorite piece of fruit"

internet deluge
our sister females
bootie shaking
jumping around
down on the ground

clapping butt cheeks
world degradation
this is the new generation
bereft shame
bucks, bamboozled fame

housing sin
covering up who we are
i mean who are we really?
who are you; who am i
i go from black to black
all day long
facing the other side of midnight
just to get by

every morning
faking a smile
just to get by

the armor always color
brown, black all day long
i walk black
no acting black; i am black
motherfucking fuck black

get down, dance black
i am rhythm and blues
i am little walter harmonica screaming ...
at the world
i am a black woman
poor yes; confused never

those who try to define
are wasting time
trying to figure this black chameleon out

despise the lies
chiffon atonement to pacify
while some brothers and sisters
still searching for their ultimate dream
instead of realizing we are the kings and queens

for some brothers who thought the movement
was to move in with a white chick
black power!
for the sisters fixation
green eyes and "He gots good hair..."
black power to you!

© 2011 Lepadah

Monday, April 4, 2011

Occult Suspension (A Poem)

Last night
like every night
I searched for you
patulous verge

delving altering levels
I searched for you
in dreams that seem real
so real I could feel
feel you...

liberate earthly flesh
disciple Mami Wata
running through the maze
dank caves

thru mushy swamps
deep holes no bottom
falling off cliffs
letting go ...

I searched all night
there were no days
dark with no light
still you were not there...

splitting the earth
into three quarters, quarter, half
still you were not there...
fought Abaia, Dilong
machete severed heads
searching their cavities

for you... God
gleaning incubus
refuse to be sacred
a dream revisit nightly

uncovering your hiding
deep inside the subconscious
still you were not there...
until the night; I returned to the light
finding you at the altar
now we are here...

© 2011 Lepadah