Friday Poetry 10-11-13

Summer 2010, Washington, DC © Tiffany MoniqueTwo Weeks NoticeIf overthinking were a jobI was a Chief Administrative OfficerAnd hating my positionI had a beautiful officeIn a beautiful buildingIn the middle of a stormOf my own creationAnd I loved and hatedMy own...

Friday Poetry 7.19.13

Note to the FallenYou are not allowed to give up on yourselfYou are simply NOT allowedShe needs youHe needs youThey need youI need youThere is nothing wrong with hurtingPruning is not meant to be comfortableLearning not to live by thornBut by roseLiving outside the...

Friday Poetry 7.12.13

A Sonnet on the MoveLet me join the ones to stand up like thisTakes a healing hold and a strength to be Pressed into the truth I now try to live No more falsehood, bluff, technicality Couldn’t truly live as afraid and false Most eyes seem so clear. Why can they...

Friday Poetry 5.31.13

Bravery – Dedicated to Kriss MinceyNever so beautiful as when you are singingAnd believe me young lady, you’ve got beauty in spadesBut more than thatIt is your bravery I most admireIt is the golden power in youYour chocolate brown soulThat saysI can smile...

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A closed window book.A pursed lip with stern condescension.It’s Parisian smokey black & white mornings with cold damp war wounds and nearly silent rain.It’s a most sad song that catches in your throat.The unselfish death of a dreamed life somewhere far...