Friday, May 18, 2012

Muse @ 4 AM

© 18 May 2012, the Griot Poet
for LaDonna Adrian Gaines (Donna Summer) December 31, 1948 – May 17, 2012
Donna Summer

I AM
In love with black woman
Because s√he
Was Original Eve given as bone-of-his-bone
Flesh-of-his-flesh
Created from the best
Part of himself,
Square root of a rib,
Rounded rear and breasts
Making her his
Side-by-side companion…

I AM
In love with black woman
Because s√he
Can make coffee beans, do rags and strawberries sexy
(Check out D. Brown’s series)

Often faux imitated,
$30,000 bombs lobbed at:
- Boob jobs;
- Butt jobs;
- Lipo suction;
- Lip injections of silicon;
- Hours spent under cancerous ultraviolet tanning beds…
- Corn rows renamed “the Bo Derek”!

Yet: her grace and beauty to her face unappreciated as s√he was anointed
With Ankh natural beauty
Alighted from Sirius,
Melanin rainbow prism by the warmth of African suns
In Eden

I AM
In love with black woman
Because s√he
Like Donna Summer
Can croon “I…love to love you baby,”
Or an operetta a cappella…and mean it!

And
Before any man with gonads
Calls her outside her name,
Or, raise his fist against her bringing upon him (self) shame…

Realize:

S√he
Is the square root of your “he”
Chocolate, caramel, high-yellow lovely
From ocean’s passages over Diaspora seas,
And like Josephine*
Deserves our respect
And reverence…as QUEENS!

* From: “For Josephine and Other Queens”

Donna: Italian origin, “lady” or “lady of the home,” a title of respect, equivalent to “Don” for men.

Monday, May 07, 2012

Don't Kiss My Baby!

© 5 May 2012, Collaboration between Thom the World Poet and the Griot Poet

Art and politics. The Art Of Politics
Campaigns as more important than election results
Miami & the siege of Chicago. Pigasus.
Stephen King has a band (of writer musicians)
Bridget Shea loves poetry and music
Machiavelli vs. Julian Assange
Hipster-ism as Romantic Self-deception
Outsider politics as defeatism
Monster Raving Looney Parties.
Rave culture's Temporary Autonomous Zones
Laws against Travelers /Gypsies
Curfews. Vagrancy. Criminalizing homelessness/poverty
NO DOGS OR IRISH! /Hedgerow schools
Horizontal vs. Trickle Down Economies
Direct vs. Representative "democracy"
OCCUPY+Wikileaks
Gaza. Palestine. Jews for Jesus.

**********

REDUCTIO AD ABSURDUM
"Creating our own realities" ala Karl Rove,
"Bush's brain": itself an oxymoron...
Wikipedia/Wikileaks - open-sourced and WAY too liberal: soo... create Conservapedia.com
And obfuscate reality found unseemly to support moribund from-the-gut philosophies

And:
- Attack global warming/climate change science (for the Koch-to-pus hydra dynasty)
- Attack science, technology, engineering and math
(even when it puts our nation dead LAST)
- Attack poetry and any knowledge
that would cause you to pause like Rodin's "Thinker" (can't have THAT)

Evolution = mental pollution to Neanderthals that haven't themselves
Evolved
- Attack...Einstein's Relativity? (as unproven? Check your GPS!)

Dr. Lawrence Krauss - "Physics of Star Trek" fame, stated:
"Bad Theology - it is a disservice to all people of faith to imply
that it is better for our children to remain ignorant of the world
than to risk the possibility that knowledge may undermine their faith."

We have yet to fight a Third World War,
But Albert's prophecy I end to implore reason
before our destruction as E Pluribus Unum is assured:

“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought,
but World War IV
will be fought with sticks... and stones!”

Notes on Jazz

© 14 September 2003, Reginald L. Goodwin
(Inspired by a Kirk Whalum Jazz Concert and mom)


“Little colored boys in berets
“oop pop-a-da
“Horse a fantasy of days
“ool-ya-koo
“and dig all plays.”

“Flatted Fifths,” Langston Hughes, “Selected Poems.”

The night IS a woman…
Calling me into her bosom,

The rhythm beats into
My NAPHESH*,
Sinusoidal waves penetrate
My flesh
Resonating
In the marrow
Of my bones…

Heartbeat
Tones
Droning
My eardrums
Intoning
Ear-gasms
Creating
Spasms
In my spirit.

As I
Hear it,
I bop
My head
And tap
My feet
To an auditory
Treat,
Closing
My eyes to
Sight
Meditating
In the darkness
Of night

As…

The night
IS a woman…

Calling me
Into her bosom.

The prism of light
In the dark night
The entrance
That allowed
The planting of
My seed…
The exit
Episiotomy
From a woman’s
Anatomy
I emerged

To shout
My first
Notes in
UNKNOWN tongues
Before clearing
My throat
To form
Spoken words,
My lungs breath
BLOW
Trumpets
To Heaven,
My JUBAL
Hands stroke
Guitars, violins,
Keyboards,
Synthesizers,
Drums, bongos
And writing pens.

WHAT IS THIS?

It is a
Return to the
Original
Be-bop
Mop, skeetle-wop,
Do-wop
Of life,
Before life
And the affairs
Of this life
Drowned out
Time for
Self-communion
And union
With the
Universe,

When we
Be-bopped
And hip-hopped
In the
Kerr
Spinning
Black hole
Singularity
Throne
Of the
Birth of
Our souls..

Occasionally
Invaded by
Full-color
4-D
Ultrasound
Representations
Of reality,
When we needed
No language
To distinguish
Rhythmic heartbeats
Surrounding

OUR NAPHESH*,
Sinusoidal
Waves penetrating
OUR FLESH,
Resonating in the
Marrow of
OUR developing
Bones,
The tones
Of her
Heart
Distinguishing
OUR universe

--- her womb ---

From a tomb.

Because

JAZZ
….omniscience…

IS a woman

Calling us
Into her
Bosom

Calling us
Into direct
Communion
With her dark,
Infinite essence.

*NAPHESH - Etymology, Hebrew: soul: mind, will, imagination, emotions, intellect. Self-Awareness. "And man became a living soul (NAPHESH), Genesis 2:7

For Mildred D. Goodwin
A Birthday Poem
September 15, 1925 - May 7, 2009.