New poems( 2 minute ones, the kind that you just think of reeeaaalll quick.)

Ghetto Gossip

sitting out at 6am

still carrying on at 9pm

in 100 degree weather

don't matter

old men and women

who should be setting

a fine example for we

young men and women

instead they gozzsip

everytime you or i

walk past they got something

negative to say about you or I

whether they know us or not

i guess that is the ghetto mentality

of knowing yourbusiness or mine

i thought when the gossip queen

moved away last month and from

the window

it would stop, but to no avail

They got news, liquer and booze in their

hand, playin cards and talkin nonsense.

I just hold my head up high walkin by

for they don' t know what they are talkin bout

when they say i "strut"

no, i don't have the "ghetto strut" of what

they all call the "projects"

i call it pier three, baby and yes

level three, the third floor and

i have the strut of a poet, a photographer

an artist, a woman not stooping down to their

nonsense and fake charm.

don't need the crack, the gangs

don't need the sense of belonging

don't need the booze and the

cruise in his car.......

after i am gone, i will leave a

great mark for all of them to say:

@#$$$$$$$$78*^%^^^@@!#+*&^%$!!

diamond@20006
all rights reserved by author



Wake Up CAll

Alright Homeboy

You need a wake up call

The kind that Judge Hatchett gives

Those young ones who have gone astray

She takes them away

They come back changed

My son you done gone astray

Yeah, I look at you but I have nothing to say

You know more than I do right now or

So you think so but what you need is a

Wake up call

The kind that you hear slamming doors

Or a handcuff with hands behind your back

Cause you think nothing is going to happen to YOU

Like you are magical or extinct. NOT YOU!

As long as you keep doing what you are

YOU will experience the school of hard knocks

Take your self to the countryside and save yourself

Before you hurt yourself or get hurt

So what if you are almost nineteen?

You need a wake-up call.

Heed the warning my child. Heed the warning.

diamond@2006
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Bullets Fly


Two fifteen year olds

Playing with a loaded rifle

Hispanic fifteen year old

Accidently shot away

The bullet flew

It's bad enough that we have

These gang-related ones

These babes are too young

They should be reading and

writing poetry even in summer

But playing with guns, it's a real

Tragedy and not fun

This teen was somebody's child.

Could have been yours or mine.

This is deep, real deep

We are losing our young ones

Once a month right near my hood

fifteen to twenty-one years of age

affects my sleep cause i know

that bullets fly and they can

strike you or I if we are walking

by.

affects my sleep cause I know that

Homeboy one day can die being

somewhere he should not be cause

he did not listen to me.

Bullets are nothing to play with

For they do fly in an unknown

Direction and they carry no name.

diamond@2006
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Silent Just Like Maya

I have learned to keep many secrets in my life....I have learned to keep silent around those whom I do not trust; for I am surrounded by aliens of a different world....I CAN KEEP SILENT
JUST LIKE MAYA.

Silence is golden when found along with beauty
Serenity, patience and peace
Endurance is also needed in this temporary sea
Of humanity for I must keep silent
JUST LIKE MAYA.

One must not strip a kind soul;
No babbling here
For I am speechless
JUST LIKE MAYA.

diamond@2006

My Only Child

Yes, I miss my child
He thinks he is a man
In my eyes, NO......
For he is just getting
His feet wet, he is just
A babe out there in the
Blood soaked streets
A matter of time and
It will be jail or the
Morgue...I hate to
Sound morbid but
A REAL mother knows
Reality when she sees it
I wish I can speak to him
Just one more time but
What can I say that I have
Not already said, sure
He remembers what I
Said, he pulls up the
Pants when he sees me
And if he has enough time
He plays the disappearing act
Sometimes I wonder why
God allowed my heart to get
So close to him like this
This was not suppose to
Happen but I am not to
Question the master of
The universe..........
I see Homeboy trying to gain
My undivided attention
When he is alone, seeking
Guidance and an bent ear
All I can do is pray for him
Night and day
I want him to know that
I am aware of his ways
Thoughts and dispositions
I KNOW MY CHILD.
Everything that I taught him
Is coming to pass for the
Fellows are losing their lives
In the streets and wish they
Had someone like me to care
About them.
My heart may BLEED for him
But my heart won't DIE for him.
I MISS MY ONLY CHILD.
diamond@2006

Queen of Diamonds

among her throne she sits
she's been refined by fire
gets tested every day, in every way
holds up, for nothing can break her
no one can take away from her
she's as strong as a tower
i look at the diamond each day but i
don't worship her as an idol
she's a card with a diamond
stands alone in an unknown sphere
she is no longer in the deck for
she stands apart from the folx
the diamond shines, brilliance,
radiant, ever-glowing with the coals
and tarnish removed
this diamond is sparkling for
it cannot be bought in the finest of
jewelry stores, so don't even look
she struts down the boulevard
and they all wonder how she can maintain
to shine and not get corrupted
it takes inner strength and courage that
only her CREATOR can give her and THEY
cannot take away; Diamond's ready to rule
FOR SHE HAS EARNED HER ROYALTIES.
diamond@2006

Dark Shadow

as i pass by that window i notice
that the shade is gone
it is no longer up, so he can peek
it is no longer down, so he can sleep
there is no shade.

as i pass by that window i notice
there is no light so he can see
so he can read my letters
look at my photos so that
he can step outside of the box

as i pass by that window
there is no televison on
no music blasting for the hood
it is dark, complete silence
i got no warning, my SON moved
and i have tears.

i can't look up and watch him
for all i see is a dark shadow
in my dreams, don't wake me
LET ME SLEEP!
diamond@2006

Monologue to A Closed Womb

Hello I say to my womb
Why have you not opened
Where is my seed and why has
It not produced what i want it to

Other women have seeds of fertility
Oh, but I am not supposed to compare
Each one of us are uniquely made
But I just want my equal share.

I know God you have a better plan
One that I will be ready and euipped for
My child, Diamond, my precious child
Keep on knocking , knocking on that door!

PEOPLE THAT MATTER DON'T JUDGE AND
PEOPLE THAT JUDGE DON'T MATTER. ( andrea minjaun)

The Gift of Time

Wake up every morning
and feel thankful for a new day!
Don't waste it by backtracking
too far into yesterday or reaching
too far into tomorrow.

Time is a gift that we all sometimes
let slip away-
we forget how important it is
to enjoy our lives
and to help others enjoy theirs.
If you need to make changes in your
life; make them, create a lifestyle that
makes you feel complete.
Life is all around you; the gift of time
allows you endless possibilities
Keep moving forward, and try to
make every day your best day.
***(a piece from Blue Mountain Arts)****

Bride Doll

twenty three years ago she stood
flowers in hand
waiting for her prince to stroll down the aisle
smiling, full of dimples is she
he possessed that charm
but no one opposed and she wondered why
they knew it would not work
bride doll was young
she gave it her all
and now twenty-three years later
she's free....
diamond@2006

POETREE EXPRESSED BY ME........


Night Shift

Whatever happened to everyone
Getting their sleep so they
Can get up the next day
What we have here is the
night shift
Everyone pull up a chair
Don't have to drive a car
Just have a boost-walkie talkie
Cell phone.
Buyers walk up to the sellers
Everyone's in competition with one
Another; love for neighbor?
What happened, for I am in the
Minority, trying to make an honest
And decent living drug free
They are on the
NIGHT SHIFT
While I am trying to sleep.
diamond@2006



Your Beautiful Brown Eyes

l look in your beautiful brown eyes
I see a glow of warmth, and dignity
A sense of belonging like you're waiting
For me.

I look in your beautiful brown eyes
I hear a rich sweet melody being sung
To me just like a robin in the morning
As he sits upon my windowsill and I
Wonder what did i do to deserve thee

I look in your beautiful brown eyes
I smell the warm rich scent of Victoria's
Secret colonge for men and I don't know
How I got into the trouble that I am now in.

diamond@2006


"Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week" a spanish proverb

"Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you." Ralph Waldo Emerson

LET DIAMOND SPEAK!

CIDS ARE CUTE! What can i say? Even if they live at Pier 3. Cids that I meet up with whether it is in public downtown, a library, a store, with their parents or alone, love me and i love them back! Even the kids at Pier 3. They will speak when their momma won't speak. Sometimes they will just smile. That is sufficient!
It seems that cids can read my heart. They can tell when i have a lot on my mind just by the way I look or act. No words are necessary. I laughed internally when the girl asked me if (the cage was my home.) Do you live there? Is that your home? those word came babbling out of her came out of her mouth. Out of the mouth of babes.

I have twenty-five years of experience of working with young people, cids and teens. What a privilege and honor it is to even be surrounded by them.
Maybe one day my little ones that i am attached to will have a pajama or or pizza party and invite Princess-So-Fabulous over. Of course, we must get the permission of her favorite aunt! (a little humorous)

LET DIAMOND SPEAK!

My cup runneth over-pray sistah pray...appears that she has the bible open and her hands in the praying position. The white background to me stands for purity. That white gown is freely flowing, comfortable, loose fitting.

alright, this was not meant for a poetry blog, but sometimes it seems like it turned out that way. I have displayed several poems on this site and I will have more to place here. But for now I just wanted to leave a few quotes.

1. "Never be afraid to sit awhile and think." Lorraine Hansberry

2. "If you think you can do a thing, or think you can't do a thing, you're right."
Henry Ford

3. "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."
Anais Nin

4. "If you can't find the truth right where you are, where else do you think
you will find it?" Buddha

5. "There are two kinds of talent, man-made talent and God-given talent.
With man-made talent you have to work very hard. With God-given
talent, you just touch it up once in a while." Pearl Bailey


Photos to share: on this blog: hey, i am a budding photographer! what can you expect? The above photos.


My Cup

My cup is full
I cannot sleep
Trying to push poetry
My dad is on my mind
School is pressing on nerves
Microbraids falling out already
Feet hurt
Need to get to Georgia
Want a car
Need to move
Family chaos
Medical stuff
Legal matters
Low on stuff
Need to work

AND EVERYTHING ELSE
FOR MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
AND ALL I CAN DO IS be still!

how- be- ever, like grandma used to say

I AM TOO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED!

And it's true! Look at my photo at the top. Do I look like I am suffering, or that
God is not taking care of me? As long as I have breath in my body, I am grateful.
For God's grace is sufficient for me!

case dismissed.

two minute poems to share....

CAGE TWO


at pier three
do not bother me
please, for
I sit inside a boxed-in
fence, my cage
music to my ears
women walking by
with dirty barefeet
in red flip flips
with the ghetto strut
and the Donelly shuffle
with ice in the mouth
wondering how they
can get more crack
men walking by and
they do speak with
kindness
children wonder if
the cage is my home
I'm meditating, figuring out
what my next move will be
just like a man playing
chess on a chessboard
let me be in my cage
for this is where
i get my best ideas
outside the cage you
folks are doing your own
thing, so let me do mine
the cage is my protection
for my own relection so
that i can be me.
let me be like a butterfly
with wings for freedom for I
want to be rescued from this
poisonous atmosphere in
which I find myself.
diamond@2006

SHADE

a cool breeze

protection from the sun

standing under a huge tree

uneven branches, scattered

just like some parts of my life

and a strong healthy trunk

like other parts of my life

the tree provided me

SHADE.

diamond@2006



FRONT PORCH

a front porch is what i desire
i get tired of sittin in
i need some fresh air
gettin tired of inhalin
incense just because you
are gettin your high

yo, i live here too
need a front porch
for those warm nights
like tonite, to get away
to listen to stevie
to read my novel
write my poetry
study for my test
give me my front porch
PLEASE
for i need
PEACE NOW!

diamond@2006



PIANO GURL

She sits on the bench
In front of her piano
Sheets of music there are
For her piano keys
There she sits day after day
Nervous brown fingers
Tapping away playing her
Favorite tunes with a sweet
Melodious sound singing with
Her mouth wide open for all
To see and hear her pleasant
And wonderful piano jazz.

diamond@2006

two pieces for a woman who has to learn from the consequences of her actions, we all know the type...

EVICTSHUN

you have been put out
it took them about three years
so why are you hanging round
the premises, you can get
crackerjacks anywhere
but i guess you just need to
be around these same folks
that you let bring you down or
that you brought down
you were a nice looking woman
at one time but you let the booze
and the crackerjacks bring you down
you tried so long to outslick the slickest
but it no longer works
you have tried to outslick the churchfolk
but they now see through you
and you don't have that backing you
used to have.
you never convinced me for i saw through
you the whole damn time, the slick, sly
snake that i see in you, the times you
played your music too loud, the knocks
on your door all nite long, the slamming
of your door, the visitors, you did not even
consider me in all of your dealings and now
since you have been evicted you want
sympathy, i don't think so.......
you should have thought about all of that
when you were having fake fun.
i never even bothered you, i was trying to
concentrate on my schoolwork, i'm in
college which you don't even consider
all you care about is booze and crackerjacks
and i wonder what PRIZE is in the box now.

diamond

suppose she returns and hides out
she becomes a fugitive and a squatter


FUGITIVE

oh so after two days out on the lam
you are back in hiding
in the apartment for who let you in
someone unknowingly with a new key
for those locks were changed
yes i am upset and it may be none of my
business but i don't want you around here
that's how bad off you are you are a nuisance
it's not your brother, friend, lover whoever you
want to blame..it is you.
i have no use for you, i want you away from
my sight, you can't even live in the"projects"
that's bad, that's real sad
why don't you play your music now, play it
loud, you're black and you're proud, says
james brown
why aren't you running in and out now
you're a FUGITIVE, you're in hiding now
somewhat like our sister angela but without
the big fro and the ed-u-ma-ca-shun.
oh you know what i'm talkin bout
you you got no business in there
you have been evicted and should be off the
premises, why so quiet...where's the profanity
that you are always professing
oh you got that much clout that someone
unlocked that door for you, you need to leave
the crackerjacks alone
yeah, i never felt this low for someone
so you have really taken me out of my
character but you can't come back here and
start no mess for you have
been given so many chances and with no remorse
oh but i guess i need to confess to God today and
ask for a kind heart, a forgiving spirit but I don't
feel anything good for you at all right now I just
have genuine love for mankind and I guess you
are included in that but that is about it. you have
been evicted and you need to be away from me
i don't care to see you and you know what?
you can run, run, run but you sho can't hide...
can you tell me who sung that song?
oh, are the crackerjacks really that strong...UUMM
UUMM,UUMM........that's a shame!

let diamond speak!

hello and it is great to be writing to you. this seems to be the most reliable free blog that there is at the moment. i kept trying with blog.com even asking for help with their support team and whoa! no help!

well, it has been a week since the book signing gala so i feel somewhat old writing about it now. but i cannot help but mention that it was one of the best weekends that I have experienced in a long time. maybe ever. good clean fun. no loose morals. just clean-cut folks who appreciated the written word by book and by mouth. i cannot believe that they enjoyed my poetree. but they did. i got up there all shy and holding my head down as usual but then as i started reading..."in one room," "an unpaid mistress," "georgia on my mind" and etc...do you think i wanted to sit myself down? NO! i got spoiled. see walee should have never put me on the spot because i got carried away with myself. now i know to always carry poetree in my back pocket. maybe in my bra if it will fit. pocketbook, if i am carrying one on that day. anywhere, just carry some words.

mocha read some nice erotica which the audience wanted to hear of course, but again the audience was of a high class stature. she had to take her shoes off which had to be done in order for the sistah to get down and speak it like it had to be spoken, again.... no immaturity, no jealousy. just business folks without a high-class attitude. now these are the kind of people that i need to be around on a daily or almost daily basis. walee has these kind of people in his world? they are good to go. thanks, chef walee.

walee read certain excerpts and poetry from his newly released book, "what's on the menu?" and of course the audience feasted on every dish that was offered.

everything about this book signing was nice from the time we walked into the art gallery until the time that we left with tc taking us on a grand tour of newark. thanks tc. tc spoke about prolifics network to the audience letting them know that is the group that walee was from and the progress that everyone was proud of him for. everyone passed out business cards if they had them and exchanged thoughts and ideas. yes! i was even invited to first fridays, which is at a club which hosts an open mike every first friday.

you think i wanted to come back home after our brunch on saturday morning? you are right. but i had to and the death-dealing poison was in the air. no, my spirit lives on like i do; it is just that the negative vibes were surrounding me once again. and here i am to tell you about it, pray about it and i know that God has a better plan for me. just let diamond speak!