Quiet Chatter
There is a quiet chatter going on in my head
So many thoughts spring to life in flashing lights
seeking form to come into reality
and tattoo their status with permanence.
Ink inscribed hopes and dreams
swirl organic over blank silent space
to reveal rainbow coloured beads and shapes
decorated with silver or silenced in gold.
Empressfaith c 2012
We Are
Sisters of the Morning
Mothers of the Evening
and
Daughters of the Sun.
We Are
delicate shades of Womanhood
perfumed feminine essence
Princess, Queen and Empress
We
laugh, sing, dance and sleep
amongst our limitless families
bounded the halo of friendship
we each support.
We
speak and reason time without end
so in tune are we
that unspoken thoughts are shared
through speaking eyes
and welcoming hugs of comfort.
We Are
graceful movers through
this turbulence called life
and provide a radiant anchor
to hold a weary sister
above the current of defeat.
Our Richness
for yes we are rich in spiritual love
shines throughout a million eyes
and glows beneath a skin ranging
from the sweetness of night
to the golden kiss of dawn.
I see true beauty
in the face of
all the wonderful women
that I know.
We are
Hope Eternal
We are
Twinkling Inspiration
We are
Regal Determination
We Are
Jewels
Of
Creation
Imani c 2012
Yeah
I confess
I still carry the scars
How’s that for honesty?
It’s not easy to admit
anything
Age has certainly got a lot
to answer for
Horror stories of my past
are thankfully shrouded
in the mists of youth
in the land of
“Did I really DO that
Didi I really SAY that?
We all have skeletons in our closets
some of us have graveyards
It’s only sane to conclude
that
we all bear some scars.
No matter how fine
feather-tipped
lip brush kissed
a scar is a scar.
We are all in this healing process
together
some of us need
deep strength healing
to erase the pains of life
to ease the trials of our ancestral lives
Physical scars heal over a matter of time
Mental scars
Spiritual scars
take
a
wee
bit
longer.
Imani c 2012
I stroke
your sleeping head
and feel my fingers quarrel with your hair
so heavy, so thick and strong
growing from warm curly, curly roots
into finger thick ropes of your Covenant.
Feathered ebony wings
swoop over your eyes
so soft
urging my touch to question this beauty,
and I do
smiling at the knowledge of not disturbing
your dance of suspended consciousness
to check that you are really here.
Cinnamon acres of minimal flesh stretch
across your face
now rested in the sleep of satisfaction
making you look so defenceless
so powerless,
innocent almost
that my heart cries out to shelter you
to protect you.
You have no idea of the power
that my maternal instincts possess
and so I watch over you
and worry
and fret
about the various avenues I have followed
to reach this moment in time
and you still seem to be unaware
of the strength
of My Essense
that makes me the woman that I am.
Watching you in your private world
reminds me of how you were when we first met
but you still defy the march of time.
Maybe you are charmed in that respect
but my worries have worn down my youthful glamour
and what you see sometimes
is the result of some serious mental plastic surgery.
Where are you now
What are you doing
and most importantly
Who Are You With
I ask myself and
God help you
if you should slip
and call out a name,
any name
other than my own.
IN AN INSTANT
this peaceful scene would be swept away
by the cold flush of Doubt
followed by the heat of Revenge
and in your weakened condition
you would stand no chance against
a
crippling
direct
hit!
But…..
then you stir and turn
leaving an intimate shoulder bare
and a warm space to snuggle into
and I do
weaving hopes and dreams
as
you
are
enfolded
unto
Me
Imani c 1995
To all my Queens
Blessings from I to Thee
You radiant beings who light my soul
Who have dried my tears with your smiles
Peace be unto you all.
From the rainbow of womanhood
We have all uttered that cry
Why Are Men Such Bleeding Crap
And sighed a millions sighs
I have come to the conclusion
After
Many
Many
years of scientific research
that our handsome, bright intelligent males
don’t want to listen,
don’t want to hear what we are saying
when we make suggestions for improvements.
We always want to go up
Not be dragged down
Our crowns are weighty enough as it is
It may come as no surprise
That when queens come together
We do exchange notes and experiences
Horror stories and nightmares
Of our relationships
And yes we do talk about
And try to see any reason for this
Universal Condition of Jackass
Which seems to affect a lot of men who like to
Lay down obscures laws under the thin guise of culture
Wake up and get with the programme
Stop chatting fart in our ears and get the job done!
Stop bad mouthing those who glamorise their living
and look to your own and ask
Am I enjoying my life, being the best I can be
Or am I weighed down by false reality?
Don’t you know that time waits for no one
Much less men than can’t be man
And ‘Soon Come’ done gawn ahready
Tomorrow is here
And now is ‘Life’s Spare’
Now is next year
And what have you got to say?
Your children are looking into your face
And what can they really see,
You tell me….
No ifs and buts and maybe
That will not do anymore
You are meant to BE
So reign in your ego
And do SOMETHING
Can’t you feel your crown slipping
(Bet some of you didn’t even know you had one)
Step forward
and
be
A husband
A partner
A lover
A father
A friend
A
King!
Just Saying……
RegalReasonings 