Pieces

smile
kiss
hands
touch
laugh

I love you.

smile,
kiss
hands...
laugh
touch

I need you.

smile
kiss
hands...
laugh.

a tiny joke is the remedy
like I need your heart spilled onto paper

Laugh.

tender touch, gentle smile
imagination runnin' wild...

Kiss.

I need it. I need you.
prelude to nothing
and we are too much of....
something else.
(I surrender...)

Smile.

because I prevent you from being better
but there's an understanding
just as your lungs need not be reminded to breathe...

Touch.

my mind, my heart, my soul
we are as eventual as our bodies and minds are destined to grow old...
never cold...

Laugh.

disguise your disbelief
journey away from me
whisper your truths upon air
never know if the wind will carry it there

Kiss...

away my torment
torture my flesh with your needing touch
producing a deep inhalation that makes you close your eyes, exhale and...

Smile.

satisfied.

no uneven comparison of percentages

even when our souls and possessions are vintage

so will be this Love.

Touch...
not my peices, but my whole.

my entirety.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Conclusion of mixedthoughtoetry Series

...

So, it is here that my mixedthoughtoetry series concludes as did my train ride to my place of employment, and I must say that I am proud of this work.

I hope that you enjoyed the mini-series of my thoughts, and I must say it was rather invigorating to just let my mind guide my writing that day. Its amazing at how fast our minds work, and how slow we convey our thoughts. Within my mind, a new idea is often trumped by a second idea before the first one was completed, and it can make me appear to be a stuttering mess when in conversation, or walk in circles trying to prepare to leave my house-- but I love it. Words make me feel so terribly alive. Always, I have so much to say... so many things going on inside my head at once that I need a moment to breathe between them. But that is why I write. That is why I have created Are You Listenin', and I must say that it brings me pleasure to know that someone is.

Someone like you.

Thanks for following me.


Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Lunch

@ Pentagon City

two pieces of bread

a cold cut in between

mustard, lettuce, mayo

a slice of sharp cheddar cheese

I will be thinking of it

none of which I can buy

you know what its like during a recession

when your bank account is dry.... lol

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Electronic Device

@ Pentagon

I blame your malfunctions on real people

you inanimate piece of shit

you aint nothing like your lying ass preview

and your flaws purely electronic

you work poorly in wooded areas

you spazz out in water

you need constant recharging attention

and all the functions you boast

always deplete your power

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Clear Blue Sky

@ L'Enfant Plaza



found a mysterious note,

penmenship I did not recognize,

I've been told to expect the unexpected

for it was to drop from the clear blue sky.

I waited and waited...

I smiled with anticipation....

I let myself hold on--

until my hope became deflated.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Breakfast in Bed

@ Gallery Place/Chinatown

don't open your eyes

don't let it dissolve

smell the baking bread, bacon and eggs

feel the ache in your center from when he broke you off...

roll over in the covers

savor the scent of manliness mixed with cologne

open your eyes, breathe deep and smell nothing

let it all fade away cuz you're alone...

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Spoiled

@ U St. Cardozo

holding the door open for her
he smiles as if they'd just met
he resists the urge to smack her fatty
cuz it'd make him dip his tongue where he knew she'd be wet
loving the way they must behave in public was a tease
dick hard enough he could cry
but they both liked playing the game
because he knew he'd make up for it tonight

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Marco-Polo

@ Columbia Heights

I don't know where you are
but I feel your presence in my peace
your quiet admonishment is my guiding star
your absence and anonymity brings me pleasure in great release
I step out and say, 'Marco!' because your energy leaves residue in my world
But your refusal to respond 'Polo' causes my creativity and wonder to unfurl...

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A Love Deferred

@ Fort Totten

Ah… I could not wait to get to this one. The following was inspired by Langston Hughes’ A Dream Deferred. Please check out the link.

A Love Deferred

What happens to a love deferred?
Does it dry up like dew in the morning sun?
Does it age and become fine
the way pressed grapes turn into wine
Or does it eat away at the soul the way cancer can metastasize?
Does it become softer, fonder and sweeter with age
Will it make me run forever
Or write page after page?

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Youngins'

@ Takoma

always they speak too loud

laugh high and beg your stares

wise think that somewhere along the way

the rod too many times was spared


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Know Me

between Silver Spring and Takoma

I love how you know me

always anticipating what I am about to say

love the way you burst out laughing

cuz you know the end of the joke I'm tryna relay


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Bitchiness

@ Silver Spring

give up what is owed
check the running ledger
he told her once, her eyes were rolled
but he smiled and insisted it was his pleasure

so there has been a choice discarded
listen me cuz my words speak truth
no one likes the way the sea has been parted
its waters run away with our youth


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Untitled 2

@ Forest Glen

looking forward to my success
so that when it rests within my palms
I will look further still without regret
admired and received with open arms

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Untitled

...@ Glenmont

powerlessness on top of the stress
you ask why I wont fuss
within chaos has been found contentment
purging this poison is a must

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Introduction to mixedthoughtoetry Series

8/25/09

So, when I got on the train today I realized that I had finished the book I had been reading called the effects of light, by Miranda Beverly-Whittmore yesterday, and had brought along nothing new to read on my commute. But I always keep this little notebook on me. I never write in it, though because its used for random things like grocery lists and other randomness. It's like a pocket sized black and white notebook (you know-- the ones we had to use from kindergarten through like, third grade?) and I decided I'd just jot down a few thoughts. Lines are always coming to me, and most of the time I let them get away. But not today. Before I knew it, from the first train station to the last, I had written 13 mini poems. Pages small as sh*t, lol.

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Please enjoy the following mini-series of my thoughts. Its really only (roughly) an hour of my thoughts-- filtered. I like to call it... mixedthoughtoetry...


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Slipping

...the residue of fabrication...

...
as the wind carried the dispelled remains of dandelions through my open window during the early morning hours
a new solitude was found in the peace of sleep though I dreamed of earthquakes and rows of toppled houses
I realized that they were knocked over, but it seemed as normal as a cloudy day is after a week of sun
only a split second existed between this acknowledgement and the instability of the structure in which I stood
its vibrations were like a morning erection attributed only to an urge to urinate;
that I was slipping away feet first through an open window as though I jumped from a tall rock at the side of the lake
I awakened to find a hollowness in my heart
realizing that I had lost something that I never really had

...
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Stagnant

a fist full of tears thrown at a mind full of fears

face wet at the prospect of the tears that are really years

I laugh inside my grief while I grieve within my laughter

I miss and I miss... so I act so indiff

I hide while I step away from the crowd

I speak in low tones because my voice is too loud

I am someone's daughter, but I am no one's child

So I will hide because I stand out from the crowd

And act indifferent, because I miss... miss so much

And I'll grieve within my laughter as I laugh within my grief

Wet faced at the prospect of the years that are represented by shed tears

For my mind full of fears is only worth a fist full of tears...


Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2009

Mornin' Coffee

...

how spoiled we can be

i've made my coffee too sweet

i told myself lies by adding too much sugar

too much caramel syrup and hazelnut flavored creamer

and denied myself the bitterness of its original nakedness

...

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

...of the Fittest

Like the accident that caused a traffic back-up on 495
I sit impatiently waiting for the moment that I will most truly feel alive
I want my tolerance to rise, but my patience is short
thinking I may have to abandon the mission
my dreams I want to abort
(… Im all outta sorts…)
but decide that abandonment is not the answer
I ignite my lyrical fire to burn away the guilt you shove my way
the way chemotherapy attempts to rid a patient of cancer
my mind is an ocean and my words ride the waves that crash upon the shore of my page
I’m at the brink of success, but they tell me I digress
from what they want me to believe that I should do
gotta live my life my way, not allow myself to be subjected to the selfish words that flow from the two
Why, no, how can they want me to give them what they have denied me?
Been carrying this load blindly—annually—but now I refuse to go quietly!
They think I am beside myself, but I am owning the truth that flourishes inside me
But its misconstrued, the way my actions are viewed, and my honest thoughts are tired of hiding
I meant not to offend or wound, but you try to mute my due
I remained all the time, deferred my dreams, sacrificed my goals
while your preoccupations had full possession of you
But for some strange reason, you treat me as though I am speaking from a higher ground
However I refuse to not own my mind; so when my voice is heard, you don’t like the sound
Don’t ever deny that I love you; bound in blood forever as sure as our bodies will return to dust
I will have to accept you think I am selfish
Because what I am doing, I have to for me— my self-preservation is a must.

Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2009

STATICLUTTER

I ask myself how
I inquire as to when
I fell into the bottomless pit of lost lovensoundwaves
not knowing when this affair first began
(yes, with one stroke of my pen
asking to be forgiven yet again)
Tears sting my eyelids as the apparition comes into view
Failed attempts to stroke your presence
My outstretched fingers reach out to face the transparency of your essence
and so they fall right through
such confusion found in the illusion that is my reality
static and clutter clears when there is You
I thought I was through
told myself I had met with the challenge, climbed the mountain, and made nature bend to my sway
My façade was merely staticutter
With one word from your lips
you washed it all away

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

The Gray Area

this is for my Girls... this has been bought back to mind due to conversations last night and today. shake em off, ladies...

black and white, everything is day or night
wrong or right, blind or with sight
there is no gray or eve
no Maybe, nor the ability to partially see
these are the issues that have put the decided on opposite sides of the sea
He's white, she's black
She's white, he's black
together the area is Gray
who are you to say?
whether or not it is or is not okay
for them to be Happy
relationships struggle enough with mere compatibilities
likes and dislikes
we often find a middle ground on which we build our lives
but always, we are so judging
why is it such a topic of debate?
when they see them together
brothers and sisters get down right irate
the handsome white male with the beautiful dark chocolate sister who is his wife
the beautiful white female with the honey amber brown husband, of which he has been called the epitomy of fine
Queen and King features and smiles that hail from the thrones of Africa
brings nothing but disdain from many, both black and white alike
too small a mind; unable to understand the language of the heart
demonstrate their imbecilic nature in upturned noses and snide remarks
Further manifested in rolling eyes, stares and comments meant to be overheard--

but no, she is not the baby-sitter or nanny
and he is not the pool guy
she is not a home wrecker
he's not the insurance broker, nor is he the nicca on the side
these tools we inhabit with living soul; is not the body merely a vessel?
physicalisonedimensional
and mentalovispureorgasmia-- its consummation is special

I am what he is, but my love is off the charts
love his mind, his soul, his character
similarities, and the differences, for he is a work of art
and of foremost importance, I'm in love with his heart...

But were he Asian, White, Persian, Pakistani
El Salvadorean, Phillipeano, Belgian or Iraqi
Indian, Brazillian, Haitian or from Nigeria
Honduras, Grenada, Guyana or Liberia
Israel, China, Cuba or Jamaica
or any other place that the Lord has made...

I'd still love him, for him-- and to hell with the rest of them...

special note to the beautiful blossoms Andrew, Bella and Ben

Copyright 2009 © Queen Poetess B (BLF)