Starry Night

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Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights

Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night

 

Oh star eyes,

Let me stargaze at the magic in your eyes tonight

Meet by the Café Terrace at Night

 

Maybe we can go on an art stroll or finger paint by candlelight

Let my fingers trace your outline

Let your hands fade into my hands,

I don’t want to know your hand from mine

Let me marvel at that Black Girl Magic neath the moonlight

 

I wanna serenade you with poems like:

“She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright” 1

 

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” 2

 

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where…” 3

 

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear…)” 4

 

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” 5

Thou art the dawn that draws songbirds,

My Woman Crush Wednesday, everyday

 

Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights

Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night

 

Oh Queen of 10,000 moons,

This loves jones got me seeking to be your Brother to the night

 

Come ‘ere,

I wanna shower you with kisses,

Plant a flower in your hair

Is that alright?

 

It’s like I wish upon a star when I smell the coconut oil in your hair

I got a thing for that twist out with the flower near your ear

 

Portraits of you in a yellow sundress with the afro bloomin’ dawn on me

Like honeybees alighting on Sunflowers on sunny days

 

Oh, how I adore your natural hair journey

And ah, that body language has so much to say…

That inner glow is like whoa

Oh, star eyes,

In the darkest hour you tend to brighten the day

 

Picture yellow roses with a message card that reads:

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may” 6

And I say that to say…

I wanna shower you with flowers just because…

Just because you brighten my day

 

The very thought of you is reminiscent to Nina Simone’s Wild As the Wind on replay

Thank you for the essence of all that is you…

Consider this a memento to immortalize the beauty of your dark skin,

Those star eyes,

And the way you brighten my day

 

@StevieStreets | from THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION: Starry Night

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1 She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron

2 Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

3 Sonnet XVII: One Hundred Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda

4 I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In My Heart) by E.E. Cummings

5 Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare

6 To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick

 

🎨: Van Gogh

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Dear Awkward Black Girl, I Get You

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Sundress looking lovely as the sunrise
All that Black Girl Magic with the magic in your eyes
How could I not get you? Lets make it official
DEAR AWKWARD BLACK GIRL, I Get You
Who would’ve thought I’d get you
YOU’RE ALL I NEED
I see 10,000 moons when I’m with you
I’ll gallivant around the galaxies and swoon Oshun just to get you

@StevieStreets #igetyou #poem | Dear Awkward Black Girl, I Get You [she’s strange and i like it]

 

Hello, 9-1-1

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Hello, 9-1-1, I – SEE – BLACK – PEOPLE…
I thought we were making America great again.
I’M NOT RACIST… but, I’m not comfortable with that color of skin.
Hello, 9-1-1; I feel threatened, I see Black People.

What do you mean they did nothing wrong? They’re Black!
I think they’re taking this equal rights and justice for all thing a little too far.
Certainly, you can check their ID for warrants or escort them out in handcuffs and let them loiter in your patrol car?!
I have every right to call the police on innocuous people of color; I’m not racist… but, I thought we were taking our country back.

QUIT YOUR SH*T AMERICA,
What the… [What?!] are you thinking?!

White-Privilege has racial profiling trending,
Let that sink in.

The racial overtones are loud and clear
And the make america great again undertones are seething.

When my people commence to apprehend the value of BLACK BUYING POWER,
BLACK LIVES MATTER will really matter.

We gotta hit these bigots in the wallet;
We believe in God,
They believe, In God We Trust,
And those are two totally different matters.

Dear Black America:
Collectively, we’re like an open hand,
United we’re like a clenched-fist, we can no longer afford to stand at opposite hands;
For those that understand…
We need Moor Banks,
If you strike the shepherds, the sheep will scatter,
We need to elect Moor District Attorneys and lobby behind our Lawmakers,
If we expect to rectify these matters.

@StevieStreets #artisactivism #poem | Hello, 9-1-1

To The Women Whom I’ve Loved and Lost

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To the women whom I’ve loved and lost:

Thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and antics

Thank you for giving hope to this hopeless romantic

And to the one that got away, I hold you in my memory banks at all costs

 

To the one that could be my baby’s mother and to the one that should be my Misses

 

I never meant to hurt you

And apologize for leaving you emotionally scarred

 

I want you to know, it wasn’t that I was emotionally unavailable;

Pretending I didn’t care for you when you left was incredibly hard

 

You gave me the kiss of life

Yet my foolish pride turned a piece of paradise into a cemetery of kisses

 

Maybe I deserve to watch you get married

Maybe a part of me died the day you miscarried

Maybe a fistful of tears is too much to carry

 

To the woman whom I’ve loved and lost,

May you find it in your heart to forgive me?

 

If my inability to love you gently led you to leave behind a trail of broken men,

Please forgive me

 

And to the woman that reads my poetry and can’t understand how I find it hard to express love:

I’m not blackhearted, I don’t have a blackheart

Black Love is beautiful, loving you is easy,

However, I’m learning how to accept love

I’m opening the dialogue to express love, albeit through a poem

I know you think I don’t have feelings

I’m learning to put my vulnerability out there,

Understand, I want to be a better man, I want to right my wrongs

I’ve been deflecting my insecurities for years,

To communicate better, I literally write my wrongs

Incidentally, my languages of love have destroyed women that I truly love;

If you look into my heart you’ll see, I wanna build God Body Knowledge

But my demons are living with me

I got feelings, I just lost a portion with each abortion;

You cannot love me if I don’t love myself,

I still ain’t forgive me

If you can’t understand how I’m antisocial yet social,

Please forgive me

I know my INFJ Myers Briggs is hell

But I see heaven in your eyes,

May you be patient with me?

 

@StevieStreets #ode #tothewomenionceloved | To The Women Whom I’ve Loved and Lost

God Energy

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inMy poems are not poems,
Don’t get it confused, these ain’t just lyrics.
I convene with the ancient spirits.

Wisdom cries out to the Streets,
If you quiet the noise, you could hear it.

When you mind your own, you’ll find the Divine in your own.

You could search in temples, churches, and mosques and never find your way home.

When you walk in faith rather than sight, you commence to see God’s presence in everything.

If you can comprehend the transcendental vibes, you know ENERGY IS EVERYTHING.

If you don’t recognize the power within, I suggest you become acquainted with the arts.

I’m anticipating, you’ll see the correlation between creation and art.

If you can’t see the God matter between your temples, you’ll never discover the Divine that dwells in your heart.

I suggest you act on reason not emotion,
Why do you think the brain is above the heart?

But don’t mind me,
You were given one mouth and two ears and most tend to listen not.

What do I know?!
I’m just an introvert in a world that talks a lot.

Nah, I’m not antisocial,
SELF-TALK is the best talk,
I tend to talk to God a lot.

@StevieStreets #ism | God Energy

Poem in A Pocket Day Ode

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PUT A POEM IN YOUR POCKET!
It’s poem in your pocket day;
Celebrate by carrying a poem to share with others today.
Give the gift of poetry, don’t get out of pocket.

Start a poems for pockets giveaway.
Distribute pocket-sized verses to senior centers or nursing homes.
GO TO THE LIBRARY, memorize a poem.
EXPLORE THE STACKS, discover 811 [eight-one-one] today.

LIBRARY OUT LOUD!
poetry is allowed,
POERTY ALOUD.

A-B-B-A A-B-B-A C-D-E C-D-E,
If you love the art.

A-B-B-A A-B-B-A C-D-E C-D-E,
One time for Petrarch.

A-B-B-A A-B-B-A C-D-E C-D-E,
For the little song in your heart.

@StevieStreets #sonnet | Poem in Your Pocket Day Ode

Not My Starbucks

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NOT MY STARBUCKS…

I’m not boycotting Starbucks,
My Starbucks is fine.

I’ve experienced more racism
From my own kind.

Boycott Starbucks for what?!

George Zimmerman is alive,
Yet them stray bullets hit them children in the corner store while they were waiting in line.

Starbucks has been offering tuition reimbursements and health coverage to part-time employees for years.

Part-time Government employees do not receive benefits,
Black Owned Businesses openly state they hate doing business with Black People,
Yet, I’m supposed stop going Starbucks in view of the fact of one individual’s ignorance?
Dafuq outta here.

Starbucks fosters inclusion and community,
My Starbucks gives the neighborhood an extra shot of good;
Nah, I’m not boycotting Starbucks,
My Starbucks is fine.

My Starbucks creates a culture of belonging.
My Starbucks is more than a cup of joe in the morning.
My Starbucks is an atmosphere, those other coffee shops are boring.

Don’t get me wrong. What happened at that Starbucks left me utterly appalled.

The electoral college abandoned all common sense,
We got an idiot in the White House eschewing diplomacy – dispersing hate
And I have yet to see subsequent remedial measures to repudiate the President from any of y’all.

How you gon’ accept the Buy Black Challenge,
When you couldn’t stand with Kap?
Take that – take that – take that;
I know it’s a hard pill to swallow,
Better Venti – Grande – Tall.
Oh you mad
‘Cause two innocent Black Men were arrested?
Yet you’re happy because Black Panther is still doing numbers.
I know I’m different,
I’m mad ‘cause Black Panthers are still doing numbers.
Social media got y’all woke?
Nah, y’all sleep walking.
Hashtag this, hashtag that, keep talking.
I did not lose no sleep over this Starbucks issue,
We got bigger issues.
Like…
This chump is talking about building a wall
And our Freedom Fighters are still behind the wall.
Flint still got dirty water
But the hashtag ain’t trending now
So y’all forget about that water crisis thing in Michigan now.
Nah, I’m not boycotting Starbucks,
I can’t with y’all.

@StevieStreets #poem | Not My Starbucks








 

Reclaiming My Energy

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I’m reclaiming my energy:
Welcoming good vibes only,
Distancing myself
From anything and anyone
That attempts to drain me of my energy.

You could catch me walking on sunshine,
Radiating peace, love, and positive vibes,
Amplifying my melanin,
Rejuvenating neath the radiance of yellow sun’s energy.

These days I’m moving in love and light,
Choosing peace over the need to be right.

I’m just tryna stay sucka free,
The theatre is the only drama I need in my life.

I just wanna stay close to the one’s that feel like sunlight;
beautiful souls light my soul,
I need that kind of energy.

ENERGY IS EVERYTHING:
I’m lighting the sage,
Balancing my chakras,
Reclaiming my time,
And protecting my energy.

In the battlefield of the mind, I’m a soldier of love
And ego is the enemy;
Don’t mind me, I’m jus’ living in the light,
Fighting demons,
Channeling peace,
And welcoming the god energy.

I just wanna live my best life,
Emit positive vibes,
And give off good energy.

All I need is peace of mind
And a lil chemistry;
If you live life like it’s golden,
I welcome your energy.

Ms. 398.2 (three-ninety-eight-point-two), where are you?
I need your synergy.

Love is an antidepressant
And the magic in her eyes compels me to reclaim my energy.

As Donny Hathaway serenades:
I love you in a place where there’s no place or time,
You could catch me gallivanting through the galaxy
Riding on shooting stars,
Sliding down rainbows,
And chasing waterfalls
Just to be in the midst of love’s light.

The girl has given me joy;
She walked into my life with eyes like a wishing star,
9 ether features,
And food for thought as beneficial as daylight.

Love is like a melanated queen,
Dancing with the ancestors,
Manifesting the Elohim.

It’s a beautiful thing, this thing called life:
Beauty is her name
For it is she that has taught me to appreciate the beauty in all things.

For it is the best of times and the worst of times
That are reminiscent of the rose and it’s thorn.

Life is no bed of roses,
Yet, wisdom appears like morning dew on the lawn.

If poetry has taught me anything,
I have learned to speak the languages of love
And deflect negative energy.

@StevieStreets #poem | Reclaiming My Energy

Hello April

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Well, hello April!
Shall we continue this fling?
We’ll always have spring…

@StevieStreets | from THE SPRING COLLECTION: Hello April

JAZZ and POETRY

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April celebrates poetry and jazz
Peace to the #poets talkin’ all that jazz

We appreciate the cultural heritage of Congo Square
Peace to the ancestors that gathered there

I say jazz is poetry and poetry is jazz
Peace to the scribes and the vibes, it’s all spiritual

Ase! Jazz is poetry and poetry is jazz
Peace to the Jazz Age, the New Negro Movement, and the brave new voices that continue to perform the rituals

ART IS ACTIVISM,
It is the duty of the poets and writers to carry on the tradition

Art defines culture,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
My heart blood bleeds for Black Bards and Black Musicians

Peace to the blerds and those that deserve honorable mention

This is for the Chitlin Circuit hoofers, playwrights, authors, poets, and jazz musicians
Peace to the ancestors that brought Black Arts into fruition

I got rhythm, I got rhymes
I dance to the beat of a different drum
I’m so seven eighty one point six five (781.65) and eight one one (811)
My dewey deserves an honorable mention

My poems are not poems
For those that pay attention,
This is the coda for the invisible poets and silenced musicians

This is a 30/30 challenge to discover those that the history books failed to mention

April celebrates jazz and poetry
Explore the stacks, frequent the call numbers that were previously mentioned

Write a poem, learn an instrument
Do The Write Thing, Do The Read Thing if you dare

Tell the world “Hip Hop is American Poetry” if you dare

Go to a spoken word event,
Purchase your friend’s poetry book this year

Go to that jazz concert,
Donate to that jazz station this year

Teach someone to read and write, if you care
Pay homage to those that died so you could read and write
FIND YOUR TRIBE, support Black Open Markets
Remember Congo Square

Recognize the rich history of When the Saints Go Marching In
Put A Poem In Your Pocket
Use your voice when the media gets out of pocket
Recognize THE POWER OF THE PEN

Once again, April celebrates jazz and poetry
The End

@StevieStreets #JazzAppreciationMonth slash #NationalPoetryMonth #poem | JAZZ and POETRY