THE POET'S CORNER--YOUR "ORIGINAL" WORKS ONLY...Share your thoughts

**Jocelyn** · Number of posts: 322 Points: 41 Registration date: 2008-05-01

My fourth and most recent baby.... Y'all inspire me to write more!

The Beauty of Scars
Dark, ugly, calloused, scars
Grace the stunning vista
Of my smooth cocoa skin
And adorn the contours
Of my gallivanting soul
Nevertheless I’ll continue
To frolic carelessly
On the mountainous rocks
Of the falls of Kpatawatee
And though love thieves
Continue to contuse and abuse
My chest remains unlocked
Since sores and welts are brief
Whilst taking life by the leash
Creates lovely, ceaseless memories
As I still live, hurt, lose, bruise
I pray more scars will appear
Proclaiming, Healing is Near

~senyennoh

**krazzy**

strong-willed and positive! smile_approve

Jocelyn wrote:

My fourth and most recent baby.... Y'all inspire me to write more!

The Beauty of Scars
Dark, ugly, calloused, scars
Grace the stunning vista
Of my smooth cocoa skin
And adorn the contours
Of my gallivanting soul
Nevertheless I’ll continue
To frolic carelessly
On the mountainous rocks
Of the falls of Kpatawatee
And though love thieves
Continue to contuse and abuse
My chest remains unlocked
Since sores and welts are brief
Whilst taking life by the leash
Creates lovely, ceaseless memories
As I still live, hurt, lose, bruise
I pray more scars will appear
Proclaiming, Healing is Near

~senyennoh

**Jocelyn** · Number of posts: 322 Points: 41 Registration date: 2008-05-01

thnx KG....

**McNeal**

krazzy wrote:

Untitled Script by Suggestion

Subtitled: Inappropriate Medley

4play

i do not want to kiss you

my mouth does more damage than that

it talks you into hardness

and suck the sweetness of your lips

while my nipples drag against your body

testing you, feeling where i am looking

round1

a concoction of spirit

and sex

a compulsion to let loose

and make love to you

then get to know you

to look in your eyes

and tell you the crazy fun of my soul

my body leaks, hot sex, slow noises

inviting you to fill me with your hands, fingers; maybe lips

to touch me, my feelings

frenzy and fears

to hear your hair move

when passion overtakes our cravings

feel lips sear my body

the whole morphed into receptive heat

moving without warning, feral

then

a convulsion of wetness and sounds

moans of greed

i only hear your hair

and lips

lazily trailing, enflaming my weakness

for you

4playagain

i will not get enough

i can get more than that

My body opens to you

Taking everything in an opposite way

Accepting your screams

And moving to where it gets louder

round2

i shift again to

control you

my mouth sees a story, my tongue tells it

and i make music on your body

an intersect of cacophony and symphony

a storm and calm waves

noise and satisfaction

no one listens

my lips envelope you

sweet suction with a purpose

my eyes hold you

and compels you to move in me (yes)

you surpass me, my mind opens

wild and erotic

and perhaps

we hit an elevating epiphany

the reason for the urge

then you tell me not so gently

i feel the practiced sound as you move

i hear the sexy silence of your passion

and question

this transient

venture….

-----krazzy

5/28/2006 10:14:38 pm

**krazzy**

Vagina Dialogue: A Date with Eve Ensler

My vagina became political last night

And does not want a monologue

It does not want to know its scent or color

It has known this for many years

There is no search for a clitoris

It is there and needs no friendly hands to find it

It wants to dialogue with Eve

Open an intellectual discourse

And challenge her northern feminist presumption

Of a global sisterhood that does not exist

It does not want to know about texture and depth

It has known this for many years

It wants to discuss the concept of community and individualism

And the impact it has on our bodies

It wants to talk about geographic regions in her monologue

And get on a blue mat to talk about female circumcision

And the right to abortion

It wants to dialogue

A monologue will make some laugh, others shock

Of course, some wet and others hard

But a dialogue will bring to light our historical antecedents

It will tell why childbirth remains a secret and sacred discussion

Despite the role of the vagina in it

A dialogue will dismiss the search for the clitoris, especially

When we have not found our rights within society

To marry, especially if it is another vagina

A dialogue will bring light to the issue of why Michael Jackson

Cannot be replicated against the ‘sexy secretary and the little girl in the lavender teddy’

Eve, my vagina is angry and needs to update the issues in your vagina, oops…

monologue

discussing other violence against women and children

That does not come from only acid being thrown in their faces

But from governments with global interest in ‘development’

And legislative packages that cannot be broken

My vagina wants to talk about selective language around what happens

To body parts

For example, cut away a part of your body and it is ‘mutilation’

Cut away the entire part

And it is called a ‘sex change’

Our vaginas need to dialogue

And this time it will not be about mats and helpful hands

It will not be about scents and depth

It will not be about moans, although I love that part

It will not be about floods, and yes, I love that one best (without Burt)

It will be about us and our different histories and situations and the need to be featured

As a different woman outside of the sisterhood

Outside of the centrality of your culture.

- krazzy, March 4^th, 2006

**Jocelyn** · Number of posts: 322 Points: 41 Registration date: 2008-05-01

how u can write so many lines ma? us novices need some tips... does it just come to you or does it take time???? .... any suggesions???McNeal you can chime in to...

**krazzy**

for the previous one, i was too vex so i just whisa on and on. da dey poem dat brought racial war to brattleboro. we then did our side of the story-The Colours of our Stories. th_ROFLMAO

**Jocelyn** · Number of posts: 322 Points: 41 Registration date: 2008-05-01

i read the Vagina Dialogue on Seabreeze just this week......Luv it....

**krazzy**

thnx.

**McNeal**

Jocelyn wrote:

My fourth and most recent baby.... Y'all inspire me to write more!

The Beauty of Scars
Dark, ugly, calloused, scars
Grace the stunning vista
Of my smooth cocoa skin
And adorn the contours
Of my gallivanting soul
Nevertheless I’ll continue
To frolic carelessly
On the mountainous rocks
Of the falls of Kpatawatee
And though love thieves
Continue to contuse and abuse
My chest remains unlocked
Since sores and welts are brief
Whilst taking life by the leash
Creates lovely, ceaseless memories
As I still live, hurt, lose, bruise
I pray more scars will appear
Proclaiming, Healing is Near

~senyennoh

Very magical - I consider that the prestige

**Jocelyn** · Number of posts: 322 Points: 41 Registration date: 2008-05-01

Thanks McNeal.....Here's another one in memory of my daddy!!! smile_approve

Mourning the Patriarch
More ancient than the cotton tree
Providing a canopy of coolness
To Hanty pa’s rusted, corrugated shack
Women from all over the Kru Coast
Grateful for the break from the scorching heat
Ritually pass snuff and bottles
Gin, Cane Juice, Roots
Sneezing- wailing
Swigging – wailing
Stealing- wailing

His home feels violated
Bereft

The reddened, bruised Hibiscus flowers
Demarcating the lush green mat
From the broad tabella field
Detach their pistils and curtsy to the ground

The potted Praying Hands rebels
Refusing to proclaim Amen
Yes they’ll be like the other pagan plants
At least for this week

Rotted pawpaws cling to their branches in reverence
Knowing the ground, too, must kowtow, starve, suffer
Mourn

The brown plump roaches that make their nightly pilgrimage
Hoping the flickering garage lights were the gates of heaven
Where they too would fly forever
Singing Halleluiah Joy
Will walk till he’s one with the earth

Even the wall geckos
Unable to shed their scaly white skin
Like their no-legged cousins
Can’t wear the color of the dead - black
But vow to remain in the walls, in the dark
Grieve

Like someone driving with broken wipers
In July
As Monrovia is cleansed of its iniquities
Disaster is imminent
He’s dead

**krazzy**

hmmm...this i like. u describe it well-multiple feelings, positions, grief (Like someone driving with broken wipers
In July), celebration, recognition that he is no longer there. it is gud, ma smile_approve

**McNeal** · Last edited by McNeal on Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:41 am; edited 1 time in total

Jocelyn wrote:

how u can write so many lines ma? us novices need some tips... does it just come to you or does it take time???? .... any suggesions???McNeal you can chime in to...

At times, I feel it like anger, or love, or joy, or quietude...just an inward feeling and for one of the mentioned feeling, one decides to write it in a chosen systematic style considering various poetical styles.

No one is a novice to his/her feelings. It's like writing a letter for a particular reason... lets say a letter/statement of purpose...only that more often the rhythmical or versed or stanzad... but it's feelings expressed in words...

ok take this:
as an example

**krazzy**

usually, i write on my cellphone. as the thought comes up, i write a message and save it. after 2-3 weeks, i transcribe to my laptop and try to make sense of what i have written. the war pieces i wrote as a healing venture-exorcising the pain of innocence lost-for myself and my country.

**Jocelyn** · Number of posts: 322 Points: 41 Registration date: 2008-05-01

thanks KG.... this is my favorite....