No Justice No Peace
The price we pay is too much
It's Just Us wake-up
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
The High-lows
What occurs when high tide
becomes still water...
tell me...maybe you don't know
maybe you don't care but
ultimately you're affected...
me too...it's like that shriek
right before the rollercoaster
goes off the deep end and then
well the drop happened and
we're all surprised we survived
breathing dry from air burn
on our collective throats
tongues too parched to speak
face stuck in somebody slapped you silly
but that thrill of fulfillment...that high
another check off the bucket list
the I dare you back atcha
finally becomes a melodic hum
motionless for a twinkling
then it's over as we rush
to do it again...tell me
what occurs when high tide
becomes still water...
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
becomes still water...
tell me...maybe you don't know
maybe you don't care but
ultimately you're affected...
me too...it's like that shriek
right before the rollercoaster
goes off the deep end and then
well the drop happened and
we're all surprised we survived
breathing dry from air burn
on our collective throats
tongues too parched to speak
face stuck in somebody slapped you silly
but that thrill of fulfillment...that high
another check off the bucket list
the I dare you back atcha
finally becomes a melodic hum
motionless for a twinkling
then it's over as we rush
to do it again...tell me
what occurs when high tide
becomes still water...
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
Monday, December 28, 2015
Mind your business-ku
Clearly embarrassed
flushed red cheeks pushing eyes wide
words that punish you
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
flushed red cheeks pushing eyes wide
words that punish you
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Southside-Light/Life-News
Home for the Holy-days
family and friends always
but no snow to brag about
we shout loud in spades
with chicken wings we played
tea and catching up on things
somebody didn't make the peach cobbler
too bad for us gobblers don't you know
but soon forgot with the crowd
stories of a city, small no more
with plenty of room around
for refugees to come and snore
rest and live easier as my old elementary
and junior high school become ground floor
of a safe place for the Syrians to be placed
odd it seems and just in case you're wondering
the Southside will never be the same
not because of new faces but of one nations shame
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
family and friends always
but no snow to brag about
we shout loud in spades
with chicken wings we played
tea and catching up on things
somebody didn't make the peach cobbler
too bad for us gobblers don't you know
but soon forgot with the crowd
stories of a city, small no more
with plenty of room around
for refugees to come and snore
rest and live easier as my old elementary
and junior high school become ground floor
of a safe place for the Syrians to be placed
odd it seems and just in case you're wondering
the Southside will never be the same
not because of new faces but of one nations shame
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Christ-Mas-ku
Mas Mais Plus More Christ
Mehr 'Akthar Zaidi Christ
Okuningi Christ
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
Mehr 'Akthar Zaidi Christ
Okuningi Christ
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Libation toast to Holiday Spirits
What's your story?
What's up with you...I mean
why are you always staring at me? He asked.
My story is your story and I'm not really here
I mean...I'm a figment of your imagination
and you're looking in the mirror...you asked.
Oh
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
What's up with you...I mean
why are you always staring at me? He asked.
My story is your story and I'm not really here
I mean...I'm a figment of your imagination
and you're looking in the mirror...you asked.
Oh
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
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