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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Get Back (The Man He Used to Be)

He said he'd get back to Me
But he never did...
No, he never did...
We used to be something that we both understood
But now its no good;
And I watch as we fade to black
Yeah, he told me he would get back
When he got back
But he never did...
No, he never did...

He knows what makes me tick
He knows spicy food makes my scalp itch
And sippin' Henny and Cran wit a bad mon
make me a bad bitch
I mean, a bitch badder
But now that we here, don't none of that shit matta
So soft tippin on egg shells with tight knees like I'm
holdin' my bladder
Like Big,
I'm wonderin' what's
Life...
...after our death
Tryin' to resuscitate the way we relate
When it's already taken its last breath
And no matter what I do right,
All the past wrongs aint over yet
So I will soon try and forget
The many nights, where in the same bed we slept
Or how in your arms I wept
When my mom had taken her last breath...

But I aint ready to go there yet...
...So...

He said he'd return
He said he'd get back
Get back to the way he Used To Be
Back when We really meant 'WE'
I mean You and Me
And not just a version of You 'Doin Me'
But, he said he'd get back...
...when he got back...

He never said he had a girl
Like, a real girl, in the bag,
Never confessed the things that I had
Which wasn't enough for him
Even though that was way back when
So when I told him, or wanted to
When he got back
I'm back on track...
Everything I had to say,
Was just a matter of fact.
Period.

Queen Poetess B (Poetryee Queen) Copyright © 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

On My Mind

got a lot on my mind
but ain’t got the time
so I sit at my desk
while I stand on my grind
much has been given and much been lost
never knew the price
so came up short on payin' the cost
but I'm Boss--
and I place you under my umbrella
I promise to help ‘em for now and forever
I give and give tell I can't no more
no one cares about the things without I'll go?
sacrifice my future
sacrifice the way I live
and when it’s all tapped out
they ask what more I can give
God forbid-- don't ask me how I'm livin'
I can’t tell you ‘bout the borrowed dollaz I'm spendin'
tell her what she isn’t because who cares what she is?
I say I am, no I AM, but they know not what she is
my struggles have made me from their dreams digress
but through it all I still make forward progress
but-- I gotta say...
I got a lot on my mind
and I'd tell you what I was thinkin’,
but Queen just don't have the time...

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Monday, August 31, 2009

Conclusion of mixedthoughtoetry Series

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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

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

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.

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...

Sunday, August 30, 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

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...

Thursday, August 27, 2009

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?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Youngins'

@ Takoma

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

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

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

Untitled

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...

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

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