Sunday, June 7, 2026

Courage

 Courage

 

Born again at the amen in the color of my brown skin

I fight for what is right I war against sin

Twilight twinkling, I have an inkling of righteousness’s light

It ain’t black and white

Cause colors are God’s dazzling delight

Blood red sky azure

Love is courage giving more

Free in my equality

Until somebody tells me

(Have mercy Jesus!)

Get to the back of the bus

Or your career can just wait

Never mind debate

What do I do when I’m pulled over by the police?

I speak for the meek

My Lord turned the other cheek

All the Way to Cavalry

Every inch drenched in agony

 

I SEE THE REALITY OF THE CROSS

 

And here I ponder a world vain and insane

Courage dictates in the hate I do more than complain

Second sight may not be a perfect view

But I try to do what God would have me to do

Who will ascend to heaven?

Only a precious few

So, Lord grant me the courage to speak

To preach to teach to reach

Those perishing in the wasteland of woe

Who do not know

Jesus as Christ

And the courage of His perfect sacrifice

May I surrender all

And answer the call

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Poet To The Poor


Thursday, June 4, 2026

Jordan’s Shore

Jordan’s Shore

 

Well you know I never had life easy

All the bullies would come tease me

With fast fists I’d hit the ground hard

Got paranoid keeping up my guard

 

I’m tired Lord don’t think I can walk no more

In the distance I hear the river roar

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore

 

At twenty I flew into the cuckoo’s nest

I thought life was over I needed rest

I wondered what’s the meaning of this

I knew love was something not to miss

 

I’m tired Lord don’t think I can walk no more

In the distance I hear the river roar

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore

 

Well a hero is one who just keeps on

A friend is someone to lean upon

Where were my brothers when the rain fell

Where was my lover when life was hell

 

I’m tired Lord don’t think I can walk no more

In the distance I hear the river roar

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore

 

I was dreaming of West Virginia green

It’s by far the nicest place I’ve been

There something of suffering I must say

You get strong walking the lonesome way

 

When I die I don’t want to be grieved

I want to leave better than I received

Everybody got themselves their own song

It’s so sad when they had the lyrics wrong

 

I’m tired Lord don’t think I can walk no more

In the distance I hear the river roar

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore

Oh Lord I pray I’ve reached Jordan’s shore 


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Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Mulatto Queen

Mulatto Queen

 

Loveliest thing you've ever seen

Sweet, sweet mulatto queen

A woman caught in between

In a harsh solitary scene

For she is far from white

A disgrace in proper society's sight

Nor is she kin

To those of darker skin

For though she is a slave as well

She is favored, all can tell

 

Master with his lustful ways

Lavishes her with endless praise

Her teary blue eyes

Always tell

The living hell

When she is made to compromise

 

Life is a complicated

Never loved, constantly hated

Unsure where to dwell

Always made to sell

If she refuses to stay in line

Master will retaliate

If she makes things fine

It is something she does hate

A mistress to a married man

Without a voice

Without a choice

She does the best she can

Only happy when she's in a dream

Mulatto queen 


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Poet To The Poor


Saturday, May 30, 2026

Waitress

 Waitress

 

Kriti is pretty on the marble floor

Takeout is tough with an open door

In black funeral black tells me a tale

Jonah ran and found the belly of the whale

 

She’s the waitress God bless her soul

She’s the waitress Loves rock and roll

Smile all the while her back aches

She’s the waitress got what it takes

 

Poetry is her dream while on her lunch hour

The menu is new feeling blue power

Excuse me honey does that come with fries

Why don’t you love me I’ll hear some poisoned lies

 

She’s the waitress God bless her soul

She’s the waitress Loves rock and roll

Smile all the while her back aches

She’s the waitress got what it takes

 

Two burgers extra mayo diet coke

Truth of the youth can you please guess at the joke

 

Montclair House Diner on Holy Avenue

From my booth in the back with a view

Dreams sacrificed on the altar of paradise

Six-gun shooters ain’t no Whooters vice

 

She’s the waitress God bless her soul

She’s the waitress Loves rock and roll

Smile all the while her back aches

She’s the waitress got what it takes

 

And Kriti will run to the edge of time

Lost with Frost searching for today’s rhyme

A balancing act she juggles the meals

In the shadow of the cross Satan makes no deals

 

She’s the waitress God bless her soul

She’s the waitress Loves rock and roll

Smile all the while her back aches

She’s the waitress got what it takes

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Saturday, May 23, 2026

Sylvia’s Garden

 Sylvia’s Garden

 

Before the sun rises in the end of winter’s death

With chilly hands and frigid breath

Working the soil with rake and hoe

Knowing come summer a blessing to grow

 

Carefully placing precious seed in pot

Each cherished child never forgot

Watered and watched until they sprout

Green little creatures coming out

 

Early spring, past the last frost

Praying to God not one to be lost

In the soil measured apart

With cautious hands and loving heart

 

Early morn to water with hose

Fulfilling expectations the garden grows

Repeating the watering in the eve

Love is doing what you believe

 

In summer heat a bounteous place

Smiles all over Sylvia’s face

Fresh lettuce and tomato to pick at will

Mother Earth sharing her thrill

 

Fall comes and we harvest more

Sharing with Trevor and Ron next door

Resting now as the labor is past

How the season has gone so fast!

 

Looking over the garden leaves in decay

I am confident of another day

Sylvia’s garden will reappear

As long as the Lord gives us another year

 POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


Saturday, May 16, 2026

Progress

 Progress


Forest

A green dream

Life exploding

Flies a buzz

Mosquitoes too, we hear them hum

Wind passing through the leaves

Birds sing their songs

Woodpeckers steady tapping

Pricklers, we stay away from the sharp thorns

Squirrels leaping in the high branches of the trees

A woodchuck in caution peering cautiously at us

We roll over a rotted log

Centipedes, millipedes scurry

We gaze upon the treasured salamander

He is curiously beautiful to us

The creeks water ripples

We cross stepping on stones

Cautiously we traverse hoping not to get our feet wet

Minnows, goldfish, tadpoles swim

Frogs croak, startled they leap

A turtle darts by

In the distant we gaze upon a deer

A precious creature of extravagant beauty

Small white flowers grow among crab grass

 

Crashing bulldozers come

And make everything flat

The sign boasts of a new development

Civilization!

What was is no more

We walked the newly created muddy wasteland

Shock, horror, grief

The have a euphemism for it

Progress

We leave there is another sign saying in bright orange letters

“NO TRESSPASSING”

Sings say a lot without noise

 POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


Monday, May 11, 2026

Fixing Route 46

Fixing Route 46

 

The state got plans to fix

The traffic on route forty six

All the engineers got to say

Is make sure we get out pay

 

Ever make love to a block

It don’t sing it don’t rock

Comes with a real high price

Love is the sacrifice

Now that ain’t right

They’ll be using all their tricks

Fixing Route forty six

 

Get up at four to go to Philly

The whole situation in silly

Count the cars where the bums awake

Don’t know how much I can take

 

They say God will provide

And God is on our side

But how can you tell

When we live in hell

Love is the sacrifice

Now that ain’t right

They’ll be using all their tricks

Fixing Route forty six

 

We’ll do our job and not retreat

If we loose we won’t admit defeat

We can always blame the other guy

It’s all about money and greed is why

 

Ever make love to a brick

The whole process is sick

Comes with a forked tongue

Deceives the simple and the young

Love is the sacrifice

Now that ain’t right

They’ll be using all their tricks

Fixing Route forty six

 

The homeless used to live in the trees

With the sprites and gnomes and fairies

Soon they’ll be done on route forty six

Whole thing just makes me sick

Fixing Route forty six 


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