Guest Poet Susanne Brings It!

who are you?

who are you
to tell me i'm not good enough?
this masquerade is endless
talking and dancing in tiny circles

who are you
to try and tear down my heart and my soul?
this ceaseless cause carrying such a heavy weight
pulling and pulling further down to your level

who are you
to try and convince me that i can't handle it?
please pause and consider what you are saying
these bombs you drop exploding all around me

who are you
to try and take what strength and peace i do have?
destroy and debilitate because it's what you do
having exercised lack of happiness of your own

who are you?

reposted with the permission of the author, Susanne Drake, April, 2009

Susanne is an awesome chick I work with at my Real Job. She is a lady I have come to admire greatly because of her dedication to her family and the way she carries herself with class and grace through some really adverse times in life. She is a young lady with an old soul... she has seen and handled things that would make most 40 year olds cringe and shrink away in tears. Yet she never lets it show and she never loses her faith. If I had one wish for her, it would be a life of love and blessings! Thanks for letting me share your work with my readers! Love ya, kiddo!

Inspired by Appletree

Originally, I posted this on Alise's blog poetry slam...

Inspired by Appletree...

You wanna taste the fruit of my mind?
Then you gotta respect what's mine.
My thoughts, my heart, my time.
My fruit is food for the soul that shines,
but you have to pick it in its prime.
And if you think you're worthy of mine,
You gotta know how to feed my mind.
Pretty words not worth my time.
The depth of you is what I'm trynna find.
But can you deal with this mind of mine?

ac apr 21.09

Where Kindred Dwell Together

A blessing, pleasant and good it is meant to be, 

when kindred dwell together in peace.

Love and support, friendship and uplifting it is meant to be,

when kindred dwell together in peace.

Assuming the unity exists in this dwelling place

and that the ties are strong and binding,

that each cares for and about the others 

and none are selfseeking 

that pride has no place here

that anger no hold

A beautiful dwelling place it would be, if indeed

kindred dwell together in peace.

Amy Colbert apr20,09

Ok, this is just a little something that started composing itself in my head yesterday during chruch.... should have been listening to the sermon, but well....mind wandered. lol.

a little too much

did i give myself a little too soon

and of myself a little too much?

if i did, it's too late now.

no do overs, no givesies-takesies, no reneging now.

it's a done deal.

you inhabit my heart and live in my mind,

like a parasite or a symbiant

and the more i love, the more you thrive

and the more i die a little inside

when the return on investment is overbalanced to your benefit

when the give is one sided and the take is all you

it's what it is, and what i am

and who you are, and what we've become

This is really raw....mostly just emotional vomit...sorry folks for the poor composure. I'm just tired, stressed and in a strange relationship space. Thoughts?

peace n blessings,

amy

Rudyard Kipling--If

This poem is striking a chord with me right now. Thought I would share it with you. It's a wonderful thing to be able to find comfort in the words, thoughts and feelings of another.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Anger

Because I couldn't be there

Because no one else was

Because it happened

There is anger

Because he didn't say it

Because my rock dissolved

Because he failed me

I feel anger

Because it doesn't solve it

Because it's no one's fault

Because it just exhausts me

I leave anger

Time

It's all about the tick

tick, ticking of the clock

Keeping time with my heart and needling at my mind.

All I have is time, and all I want is time.

My time, your time, our time.

We wasted so much time, just watched it fly.

I try to fill my time, while I quiet my mind.

And I'm learning now I can't do both.

When I have too much time,

I have too much thought.

And thoughts unchecked are problems unborn.

Ill conceived notions tick tick tock themselves into existence.

Like the minutes on a clock with no resistance.

Time spent wasted waiting and wishing

and wanting and feeling

just some kinda way...

and my mind in this time

unsettled, disturbing.

But all I want from you is time.

(c) amy colbert apr 8, 2009

Our Colors

our colors

sometimes i wonder about you
and me
and us

sometimes it feels like i never had another home
and sometimes if feels like i don't know what home is
or where

sometimes is most times, really
when i wonder about colors
and cultures
and families
and friends
and trends
and what if

and i make myself crazy
until my heart can hear yours
and i don't care who thinks what
or says what
or how they look at us
or if they turn away from us
or if they speak
or if they don't
or any of that

i just know that i feel what i feel
know what i know
believe what i believe
accept what i accept
understand what i understand
and love whom i love

ac apr 3, 01

The Birth of a Blog

Ok, so here's the thing, because of Miss Alise over at Black Woman Lost & Found I have rediscovered my love for writing poetry. Now, I don't claim to be a great poet. But dammit, I try. So the format of this blog will probably evolve over time. But for now, I'm just gonna post something I wrote years ago, and I would love for anyone who reads to respond with poetry of their own, comments, critiques, stories or just random impressions.... I love random!

inevitable intangible


trying to believe in what i can't see
hard for me

trying to have faith in what i feel
you feel

you feelin' me?

can you climb to my vista?
see what i see?

how hard it is for me?
to forget what i can't see
trust what i feel
accept what you tell me?

how do you prove it's there
when it's intangible?
demonstrate its existence
when it's invisible?

how do you know what it is
when you can't
measure, examine, define?

especially when
(like me)
you've been so wrong before?

yet, i'm sure.
yes, i'm sure.

and you?
i know what i have,
do you?
can you name it?
lay claim to it?
call it by name?

is it in your nature
to nurture such a thing?
to watch it grow
and change?

possibly have your
world rearranged?

are you sure?

ac apr 17. 01