Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Dark Girls Documentary Trailer

Poetic Prince Brother Gil Scott Heron

Found language in the microphone
belonging to you
aspire to libretto brow
profess patois

stumbling across dominance
spotlight a shone
upon your throne
East Village our home

to Baldwin's rainy days
a crowded Synagogue occupied
gathering Haven, Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti
mirrored Bohemian men threaded skin
the dead end
near Christopher Streets lonely bar

I too stumbling down doomed alleys
burden consciousness; seeking answers
toting burnt glass pipes
chiming baggy interior of a suit jacket
chasing you to a new nightmare
alone and scared

no place left to hide pain
crack rat poisoning eating your membrane
you continue to protest
through the thruway of a boiled soul
spewing out necessary testimonies

I hear you
I hear you . . . our Poetic Prince lost
like us all

knowing you in stages
black ink white pages
your undeniable truth
shattering apprentice minds

we continue the protest
through our microphones
we all speak . . . spoken utterances
Troupe, Last Poets, Baraka, Corso and Sanchez . . .

we all speak
we speak
we speak . . .

© 2011 Lepadah

Thursday, May 26, 2011




Wednesday, May 25, 2011



Sway the shay this way
he wanted to hear her heels clicking cement
turning a spin in the noon wind

let them see
unearth femininity pomp
publicly display your urbane blaze

woven cotton swoon
draped around waist
allowing the imagination to race
running neath her dress

let the vagina express
fanning scent of passion for change mist
talcum powder bits
forgive your tight dungarees
the clunk of battle boots and sarcastic tees

he wanted to see lifting fabric
melodious crossing
weaving around her upper thighs
flourishing down the street
with ballast of the globe

smelling the cocoa butter
smear the air near
the open Cubana Cafe
coalesce with his Diamond Crown
tender pink Daises for his lady

© 2011 Lepadah

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The River Near

The River Near

The river near
settle one forever in reflection
each undulation a new thought
enduring almost cureless

water rub rocks frictionless agleam
coolly diminishing raven
impoverished visions emanate into dreams
facilitated by Nytol

sunlight dims
dips down into a set
a sliced moon moves thru
crooked in the sky

ring by millions of eyes
staring at ones insignificance
while I laid drunk in grass
accepting peace

avenues to reality is rarely delicious
behest a lay

© 2011 Lepadah
May 24, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Open Letter From The Editor


"Larry Mayfield"

"Lydia Percy"

the things I wish to discuss:

1. Your writing. I cannot edit effectively without discussion or hearing your intended oral translation. Otherwise I would sound out of place. Mainly I want to hear you do at least part of each piece to find the stong parts and locate the parts that might need a tweak. Mainly I want to ask you questions so you can see the possibilities of how a reader/listener might perceive the piece. Also want the opportunity to bring attention a few things about layout by asking what you want and then adjusting to what you want with some creative suggestion possibilities. Your writing is expansive and should remain fairly unaltered with one decision to be made through discussion--the decision of wondering if two versions might be something to consider--one written, and one for spoken word. As spoken word, I have very few change suggestions. For written word, there are some things I might suggest that could be an enhancement that will be like losing an effective element when going from spoken to written. The last poems you sent, there is only one word I would suggest adding for the spoken version. I am asking for some time with you so we can get on the same page, otherwise I would feel out of place to suggest something when one validating comment from you would keep me on a desired track. One example of suggestion is for you to consider using a space between each ellipsis point; it gives the ellipsis room to breathe, and also I have read up on this particular punctuation and can tell you in poetry you can do what you want, but give it room to breathe is my suggestion, like a breath between sentences/thoughts... or . . .

2. I have some of my writing to discuss with you: The Other Side of the Wind, and Unspoken Word. One is worthy of my manuscript, the other needs work and I need your help, please. I sent my last short story recently but have had no response from you about it.

3. My editor thinks highly of you and uses your abilities as example of what I should strive to be.

Other than that, Mexican food like you have never had (Uncle Julios, Papasitas, Benitos, La Maya Playa, Joe T Garcias), chicken fried steak, pork chops, mash potatoes (Marys), fish (Flying fish),steak Texas style (Cattlemans) and BBQ (the Railhead); I got the places already picked out to treat you.

Larry Mayfield

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Remembering Black Wall Street

Remembering the Tulsa race riot (Black Wall Street). Peace 1 Love Lepadah

The Tulsa race riot was a large-scale racially motivated conflict between the white and black communities of Tulsa, Oklahoma, including aerial attack, beginning May 31, 1921. During the 16 hours of the assault, over 800 people were admitted to local hospitals with injuries,more than 6000 Greenwood residents were arrested and detained in a prison camp, an estimated 10,000 were left homeless, and 35 city blocks composed of 1,256 residences were destroyed by fire caused by bombing...

Friday, May 13, 2011

Lotus Last Rites Of Passion

Remember winter
stark, bitter cold, white air, frosty clear
remember playing the dead-eye of ones youth
when all this was fun

now; remember the balmy age
beneath the printed lion duvet
wriggling it gone
descending side of the bed

remember refusing the mission position
a comfortable cowgirl instead
sundering deliberate lilts
a determine pace

freeing heat
steam the lotus bloom
upon a solid stem
scaling dampness on her skins centre bone
pointed nips; seize a gratifying skim

tangle into a fresh morning
ponder a stay
forgoing the immediate departure
dawning aurora
streams linear
motif ochre homo sapiens

melding triads
Phil Schaap intro
devotion to Charlie Parker; Birds in Flight
births chivalrous jive

"It's Sunday Morning!" with Charles Osgood
fresh perspective on our world
we live for days like this
where there is nothing else I'd rather do
than spend it with you

© 2011 Lepadah

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From: SparkyDashforth (SparkyDashforth)
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Most excellent write.

You are goood.!



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From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
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To: lepadahxxx
Posted: May 14 11 07:36 AM
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what a delight this is! full of sensual erotic music. think you might want to clean up final line -- "nothing else I'd rather do than to spend it with you" -- as is, you've got an errant semi-colon in there, and "I" cries out to be "I'd." Typos I expect.

but what a delight!


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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Thursday, May 5, 2011



As all of you know, recently a killer tornado ripped through a number of southern states leaving a trail of many dead and injured. Property damage is in the hundreds of millions as many homes and public buildings were destroyed.

NWU At-Large Chapter Chair James Sandefur III lives in Alabama and reports finding debris in his backyard from 4 counties away! James is fine but his mother and two sisters and their families are among the 300,000 who will be without power for weeks. He and other relatives are taking food, water, gasoline and clean clothes to his mother and sisters and whoever else needs assistance.

He says that FEMA still hasn't allowed many property owners to visit their damaged sites, and the body count increases each day as bodies are found in fields, ditches and creeks, some blown from one county to another. Communication has been affected as both cell phone towers and regular landlines were destroyed.

The NWU is taking up a collection from our members to assist James' family through this difficult period. The money will go to provide food, water, clothing and personal hygiene products as the power slowly gets back up and the clean up and rebuilding starts anew. Those in need really appreciate your help a great deal.

Latoshia Tennison is providing medical assistance and helping to distribute aid to family and friends. Send your donations to: Latoshia M. Tennison, 20903 Juniper PVT Circle, Suite I-7 Athens, Alabama 35611

The NWU and the Sandefur family thanks you.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Making the Alchemist Pt 2

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