For Valentines Day My Love

My Love

My coffee and cream,

my love is a beautiful being,

my completed dream,

my Godly gift,

my soul you uplift.

My sugar so brown,

my queen of the town,

my sweet rose

who enchants my nose.

My aesthetic love,

my high love,

my cannot say goodbye love,

my love song and dance,

my life’s-long romance.

Forever kissing you

under sunrises and sunsets,

my love’s life needs are met,

because your love is as good as it gets.

For Black History Month

A Rhyme Manifesto

I create art on lyrical easels,

My poetry is as powerful as a diesel,

Moving through the night,

I am a native son like Richard Wright,

But I am hip hop like Eric Wright,

I am smooth with jazz

With a clash,

I speak about the past,

Fighting for our rights,

So that kids can see the future bright,

Black as space,

Proud of my race,

Living legal,

A man, but a champion of the people

Never doing better than

Just a common man,

I capture my soul

At a whole,

And put it in a poem,

When it is the time to display I show ‘em,

I huddle in the masses,

While the battle between good and evil clashes,

Out of courage and determination,

The sprinter dashes,

To win life’s race,

That only comes when you pace.

The Dream I Sing

The Dream I Sing

I sing my dream

to absolute extremes,

with the pen

I illustrate and let you in.

To a soul

that lives on

but weary,

the heart is painfully teary.

Bound by the color you see,

to grasp proper history

only helps me

to be free.

Although color I try not to see,

life is indeed of the educational variety.

Through its rarities

I find my reflection in society

invisible

withering away without a principle.

Dying in vain,

while trying to maintain,

but yet I sing my dreams

with my theme

of struggle

and everything it brings.

I know there will be anguish

of my heart’s written language

to suffer and suffice.

Oh, this world is far from paradise

so I know

I have a long way to go.

Happy New Year My life's Theme Song

My Life’s Theme Song

My life’s theme song

as life goes on,

I learn how to master the art of holding on.

Yearning for the essence of being strong,

sometimes dreams do crash and burn.

Although through failure

Life is a lessen we learn.

Everything is based on a try,

quitting only makes your dreams die.

The errors and trials

from frowns to smiles.

While all walks of life

are educational as life begins

 but never ends.

Although with experience in life,

You know you cannot replay the scene,

unless it is déjà vu

or you

re live your dreams that have come true.

Holiday Rhyme

Holiday Rhyme

Oh, with great cheer,

the holiday season is here,

so let us be thankful we are still here.

take time out and light a candle

For the problems we cannot handle.

Let his praise ring,

Joy to the King,

Pray for all the Tiny Tims,

Sing a  hymn,

Teach your kids the real reason,

and the meaning for the season.

For my Grandma 90 years of life and on

90 Years of Life

To live 90 years

you have enjoyed life 

                        with love  and laughs.                     

To live 90 years

you have endured pain

 heart ache and tears.

Within those 90 years,

you have seen many things

and you have dreamed

 so many themes.

Being a mother

a grandmother

and a great grandmother,

makes you the family matriarch

with love flowing from your heart.

 You are our one and only Madea

 through God you gave birth to an idea

then you nursed it into dream

then you raised it into a theme

which is a family.

You built the foundation to the blueprint of our family tree

so for you to live to be 90

is statement to you with much respect.

For good times with you we all collect

but only you can see through the eyes of retrospect

your heart and soul

but only God knows

how your life goes.

But as the seeds of your family tree

continue to grow

from 90 years ago

to 90 years from now and beyond

its because of God and You.

Which is the reason why we are all here

Madea.

So to live 90 years is a blessing

but for most of all to live 90 years

Is a lesson

 we can all learn.

but 90 years of life to you is well earned.

Love from your grandson COLEY.

As We Pass

As We Pass

Life comes at you fast,

As the sands fall in the hour glass,

Through this existence we pass,

There are many among us,

That have no one to trust,

Many among us,

Strong,

Know that life goes on,

Still we know,

That life means so much more,

And is never a chore,

Because God’s blessings

Are always in store.