don't hear me tho

this one came to me this morning; it was a brief 'frenzy of poetic expression' that struck me while on that long ass commute *sighs*

deafen your ears/ blind your mind's eye
be certain to cover your mouth
bite your tongue/ hold your breath
don't say what you are thinking aloud

deafness-- physically-- is considered a disability
but what of the things we choose to blot out
the condition can be construed/ from the way it is viewed
many things the mind need not inquire about

deafen your ears/ blind your mind's eye
be certain to cover your mouth
bite your tongue/ grind your teeth
don't say what you are thinking aloud

Queen Poetess B

BLF 5/1/09 ©

Friday... in a Melancholy Way

Hard Loving Love

"..."

Too busy for Love

But Love is never too busy to Love

Light kisses on a face

A brief warm embrace

Another constantly concerned with having their way

No 'Victory' tended

Fractured heart never mended

Admonished always to stay in place

But that one is too busy to Love

Though the other's high off Love's drug

Knowing not that it is running in place

Love stands Love Tall-- with outstretched open arms

Waiting to be carried away

But is still left alone to be alone

While the absent return is bemoaned

Love unable to speak and have a say

Too busy for Love

Though Love's never too busy to Love

Cold while waiting Love waits for the return embrace

The heart won't chase, so the mind is waste

To be discarded again on another day.

BLF 5/1/09 ©

A Poetry Challenge

Rising in the Face of Adversity

(written for a poetry challenge in group ‘Poetry…’ on FB)

The poem is written straight up off the alphabet. It was challenge but the following is what I came up with. Anyone who follows this blog, feel free to take the challenge!!

Always begrudgingly carrying discontented emotions
Following great hardship in justification
Knowing love might never open
Pressuring questions returning specious truths
Unearthing vehement whirlwinds
Xtracting your zest

Poetess B (BLF © 2009)

Honestly, Woman?!

This was hastily written out on Sunday... It turned out to be a bit better than what I first thought when I was writing it.

It’s natural and yet I am told I think too much about it
Is it my weakness that my thoughts are drawn so to the erotic?
Is it a sin that when I reflect on the fire ignited between our skins
my hips’ response is immediately so hypnotic
I tried to wash this burn from my body like a constipate would take a colonic
But I have resigned there’s not much that I can do about it
Fuck logic
I’ve already studied the thrust in your hips-- finding its reciprocal is my latest project
And will never forget to kick you down some Real Knowledge
Forever your Queen therefore my virtue remains solid
There is not another who dare lay finger pon it
Resigned to keep the reflection of my dejection so flawless
The dances done alone with two digits are so harmless
This used to subdue the need there always, regardless
But no one listens to a Woman, just trying to be Honest

BLF 4/26/2009 ©