Sunday, December 4, 2022

Evidence of Existence

by Shonnese C. L. Coleman

The call…unknowing

The Fall…unexpected

The discovery…fatal…but not without evidence of existence

SOUND THE ALARM PLEASE!

Arrested Development in Harlem!

Our brother has been called home and we roam aimlessly…

moan famously…noting those humbled by his acquaintance

SOUND THE ALARM I SAID!

We need all hands-on deck

Unfinished business to protect

A life-breath with stories told & untold…crated memories to behold

Safely holding your memory in my heart

Standing witness with everyone…eager to play/be a part of what’s next

What’s next from the Detroit-born boy with a burst of gut-belly laughter

Expanding beyond the highest rafter of every theater house he has known

Knowing his blessed gifts…striving & achieving dreams so vivid

Growing young/old into manhood…he lived it!  OH YES! HE LIVED IT!

SOUND THE ALARM!

SOUND THE ALARM!

SOUND THE ALARM PLEASE!

A Legacy Development in Harlem!

Our brother has been called home and we now offer 

evidence of his existence…

For Rod Gailes OBC (1968-2022)

Monday, July 20, 2020

By the Ocean

I'm going to sit right here on this earthly soil...see what happens
going to walk to the fringes of this water...feel a wave touch my toes
I'm going to kneel and put my hand-print in the muddy
going to stare down the sandpiper that's staring at me
I'm going to fling my arms in the air
square off with the sky
smile at the sun
hug the air
marvel at God and his wonder

by Shonnese C. L. Coleman

Mid-day Hike

Edge of cliffs rocks on water
don't fall climbs constant
never-ending forward
never-shrinking mountains sky high
your world is vast-fast and slow-moving covid-spreading
mind-wandering dust-kicking
chatting down star sacrifices, their vices in the wood
holy no but holly should cleanse its heart in the stream
navigating streams, broken burnt-hollow we are
breathing through the mask
following trails, ducking spittle in the air
log bridges to lift us up as we shield on born day
a new way to celebrate still being alive

by Shonnese C. L. Coleman

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

For a Season

Seasons Change
Winters come and go
Bitter sweet memories that forever camp
where we grow...
Growing still inside of ourselves
to hear the voice of the MOST HIGH...
Inside of us HE lives
And the seasons...they never Die...
Seasons Change
Winters come and go
Bitter sweet memories camp forever
and...we grow

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Join the Storyteller-gathering 12/16/17

Radio Theatre For Your Soul, Where Storytellers Gather...Around The Mic on Accelerated Radio (AcceleratedRadio.net) is moving into the Christmas Holiday NOW and celebrating 100+ broadcasts through the end of the month. The poetic offerings at the end of each show are sometimes familiar songs. Be sure to tune-in 12/16/17 for our last LIVE broadcast of Season 4 and hear the Nativity Story of Jesus, as told by featured Storyteller-Playwright-Author-Pastor Sonya Wallace Blair!
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