Could you love
A cat like me?
Black like me?
Knowing how we be?
Could you love
A word-pimp
Speaking the woozy-
Hemp-inspired-speak
In this bitter-
Sweet jazzed
Release of
Poems?
Could you love
A cat like me?
Black like me?
The unsung singer?
A noise and sho-nuff
Joy-bringer who
Croons and spoons you in
The passionate
Gush and Breath
Of rhythmic
Songs...
Could ya love
A cool fool like me
Knowing how we be
Seeing we dress,
In homeless chic
Knowing how we
Manifest and how
We speak
Like we live: Bold
Uncensored and
In riddles, ya dig?
Yo! Could ya love
A cat like me, knowing
How we see best when
We squint at
The world
With eyes wide open…
Knowing that we interpret
The yang and
Inhabit the yin
Knowing how we
Deduce and decode
The warm and
Swirling tides
Written inside
Each other’s
Irises? See...
We kiss
With mouths aflutter
In the softest butter-
Fly language.
Our lips throw thick
Caramel juices, often
Releasing sweet
Love notes and
Sonnets that grunt
In wild
Erotic
Passages...
And our tongues be
Untied
Unbridled
Unafraid
To explore
The maze
Of our
Vulnerable
Versatility…
So could you love
A cat like me
When we sit,
Inside ourselves
Seething, believing
In deep poetic
Thought...
Or when we SCREAM
In silence from these
Magnificent howls
Crouching beneath
Our breaths?
See, we commune with the
Stars and the moon.
We speak fluently
In tunes…
Communicate
In gasps
In chants
And we move, we groove
In this hungry dance of
Ravenous spirits...
See, our souls caw...
Like lions we
Roar
And like tribal drums
Beat
Across
African shores, we
Throw our voices
Softly LOUD...
And allow
Our tears
To fall and then
To make
Noise.
And we cry…
Oh, how we
Cry in
Indigo
Hieroglyphics
And laugh
The high laughter
Of fools
And stoned romantics...
We whisper
We scream,
We sweat,
And make love
In deeply quixotic
Overtones...
So could you love
A cat like me?
Black like me?
Knowing that ...
To Love
A True and
For Real
Black Poet
Is to covet a
Word pimp,
Tongue-aflutter
With a butter
Fly-language,
Tribal drum-bangin’
Noise and Joy-bringin’
FREAK… who speaks
Between the
Sheets of a
Baaaaadass
Epic
Poem.
One.
© 2012 by L.M.Ross moaningmanblues All Rights Reserved
14 comments:
Straight fire Brotha Pen!
Musical, pimpish and bluesy! Pimp speak from a master word freak. I digs this!
Pen on, Brotha Pen! Pen on!
Awe, now y'all getting it in today! Lin, OMG! Well, let me just say i could love a Black Cat, that spit and spat of love and musings like you do. Man, i'm in love already! Love the way you what you do! Hand clap! and some DAP, my brother of the pen, you did that! We should have a week of this...really!
"And we cry…
Oh, how we
Cry in
Indigo
Hieroglyphics
And laugh
The high laughter
Of fools
And stoned romantics..."
Wow. That moves me. That's beautiful, Lin.
Loving a Black poet is easy when he's as talented as you!
YES! YES! YES! was that a question for us? I am answering YES! YES! YES!
I love when you wax poetic like this. It's all Jazz and cognac.
....just waiting on my book of your poems ;0
Could you be loved? Yes I can love you! I'm wrapping myself in the ebullience of your pimpalicious speak - My spirit is lifted higher than Coltrane's ascension, you're Supreme, my love!
@ J:
Thanks muchly, Bro Pen. I try. BTW: It's writers like you who remind me that this genre, this thing we do remains ALIVE & kickin!
One.
@ Miz:
Awww shucks, girl. Thank you! I'm just tryna get it said & speak on it all while I'm still here to spit. It's an honor to know that someone of YOUR immense talent appreciates what I do. Thanks again.
One.
@ Valentina:
Awww, Val. That's very sweet. Thank you, my friend. All writers & poets & artists need love, & trust... I'm no exception.
One.
@ Lovebabz:
All 'jazz & cognac', eh? Wow. That's exactly the mood I'd like & try to set. You felt that. You GOT that. Coolness. My job is done! *smiles*
One.
@ Anna Renee:
Wow! For real? "Higher than Coltrane's Ascension!?" Oh my! That's mighty damn high, yo. The praise is mad lovely & I deeply appreciate the Westsiiide love.
Is that so wrong?
LOL!
Thanks, my Sista.
One.
This piece is quite sexy. I love these lines the most:
Tongue-aflutter
With a butter
Fly-language...
Get it!
@ Fe:
Ahhhh. So you saw thru my wordplay, eh? All intentional, my friend. Thanks for rolling thru.
One.
Great rhyme and poetry.
Damn right. And hell yes!
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