Gods, I greet you here on the banks of Mother in the time of NOW. First, I shall pour libation, oh ancestors thank you for bringing me here. I am here because of you all. Your invitation traveled far and wide through my blood line from Tamare or what many like to call Kemet or Egypt to NOW. I have a mission as do we all. I have seen enough to know that our problem is not unique. The time is now to remember my, your our greatness. We were robed of our land and our culture, and look what we have become, what MOTHER has become. She cries out every day, ....do you hear? The time is now to use our minds, open our eyes and see all, with three, form your pyramid. The saying is that the revolution will not be televised ...do YOU know what that REALLY means....are you a part of that mission. The time is NOW (2008)...how far have we come since 1712, is Willie still talking?

I am so in love with him.... the God incarnate I feel was created for me. He is my air, I am divinely blessed to know him.... Kush....

Ode to Kush….

As you entered into my soul…
My flesh quivered and of you took hold…
Trembling and shivering as you flowed…
In and Outward…
Making me fly…
Taking me high…
-er….
Cloud nine…
Past comparable pleaaaasures…
I explore my mind to find…

None exists though…
My first experience of bliss, is this…. sooo…
I’m drowning in this mo…..ment….
Submerged in our flow’s scent
Giving you my innocence…
I’m cognizant….
Knowing the effects on me you’d create
The next move I impatiently anticipate

I-can’t-wait-for
You-to-captivate-me-more
Conciliate-my-mental-core

Free me, Release me…..From these

Pangs and desires
Relinquish my fire
Passion from you I require
My being is yours to devour
Spirit is yours to enrapture
I’m a prisoner within your capture
Willing to adapt your….

Ways…
I could get lost in you for days….
Become your personal slave…
I’m amazed…
‘Tis true love
Not a lustful phase

I’m genuinely mesmerized…

petals open wider
soft sweet whet with appetite
for more
for thickness
for deeper
for richer
for nicer
reaching for higher
and taking every dewdrop in
opening
for more
i hear the music wrapping new streams of sound
to my silence
She plants a new seed for every open pore
in my supple skin
Mama Earth befriends me so divinely
this love is so decadent
i cannot be selfish with Her
i share the water through the Sista Wit
i grow from rich soil and plentiful root
Sprit
Soul
Mind
Heart
Body
all in sync with God in Me
you feel her?
you see her?
she walking with you
crying with you
dancing with you
furrowing her brown too
on the same mission
from beginning
may this journey
never
ever
end.
release. ommmmmmm. release.

YOU SIATAS KICKED IT OFF I FEEL LIKE I'M AT A POETRY SLAM LOL I THINK THAT IT WOULD GREAT TO ONE NIGHT JUST POST ALOT OF POETRY AND WE ALL SIT BACK AND WATCH AND ENJOY. THEN WE CAN COMMENT I WISH THERE WAS A CHAT ON HERE THAT;LL BE DOPE.

"AINT A CEILING"

"THE THICKNESS"

I'm loving this space. This is a beautiful space for sisters of color to internalize the true beauty that we are and will become. With inspiration and motivation from our earthy sisters. Many of us searching to find ourselves. Some of us looking to renew ourselves. And there are those of us looking to  bond, inspire, aspire, and learn the true meaning of sisterhood from like minded sisters or begin to know what we can become.

Peace

Copyright 2007

The struggle of an out of the box independent soldier allowin no one to control her fights tooth and nail to expel the influence of a union that exceeds on the scale of zero and wants to be my hero nigga and niggarette please I cease to imagination your state of being is not truly seen even under the lens of a telescope fuck u mean yo shit is dope. smoke blowin out sha ass living fast and digging ur self deeper, u avoid the silence of ur creeper humbleness being the abomination to ur ego side. always with a set of rules that we must abide so u can be the rebellious one but see I peep yo shit I peep the dagger u keep in yo back pocket, I peep the book of lies u keep in the closet. the loose wire hanger u keep near the socket.

petals open wider
soft sweet whet with appetite
for more
for thickness
for deeper
for richer
for nicer
reaching for higher
and taking every dewdrop in
opening
for more
i hear the music wrapping new streams of sound
to my silence
She plants a new seed for every open pore
in my supple skin
Mama Earth befriends me so divinely
this love is so decadent
i cannot be selfish with Her
i share the water through the Sista Wit
i grow from rich soil and plentiful root
Sprit
Soul
Mind
Heart
Body
all in sync with God in Me
you feel her?
you see her?
she walking with you
crying with you
dancing with you
furrowing her brown too
on the same mission
from beginning
may this journey
never
ever
end.

release. ommmmmmm. release.

I am not here to break you
I will not slash you with my tongue
It is my duty to be there when you have challenges you have to overcome
I will not be let you be a sperm donor
No brother
I will not reduce you significance to a concept held by a plantation owner
I will not accept another baby daddy with no sense of responsibility riding in a souped up caddie
I will help you grow into a father
Be all you can be
Even though your dad was not much of a martyr
I will not let you continue to go to jail
Gavels hitting benches sound like black males for sale
I will not feed into the down low conspiracy
It feels like a plot to build more blocks between you and me
You see what I’m trying to say is
I cant give up on you
Not just because we share the same hue
but because our spirits our from the same place
Our dna connected to create a whole entire race
In the beginning it was me and you
I Auset and you Ausar
Brother
You are a shining star
I know you may have your doubts because I’ve failed you in the past
but we're both victims
our short comings don’t have very much contrast
So like I said before
I am not here to break you

1810

You left a woman
Head high full of pride, dreams, and aspirations
Confident in your sexuality
You left Saartjie Baartman

You were fooled like the ancestors before you
Promised notoriety, riches, and jewels
Instead you became a specimen analyzed and poked with their tools
Those things that culturally defined your beauty in their eyes became a sin
Dignity gone you longed for home
But how could you return

1814

You were renamed
Treated like a wild beast not given the right to speak
Your keeper placed you in a cage and you were trained to move upon command
So ashamed you turned to drinking to help you stand
You became Venus Hottentot

They broke you
To survive you sold yourself sexually
Alcohol the most tangible way you could flee the confines of your reality

You left January 1, 1816
But even in death there was no peace
You to them were nothing more than property
Exploited in life and further in death
They carved out your genitalia
Pickled and placed it on display
They had your body cast in wax so it would not decay

March 6, 2002
You left Venus Hottentot behind and became Saartjie Baartman once again

Black…the definition, "Lacking hue and brightness; absorbing light without reflecting any of the rays composing it."

One who fears the dark may read this and see all the negative ugliness that can be, but I am here to tell you that the meaning is skewed for I know Black even though it’s gotten a bad rap.

The lack of hue is self reflection an inward meditation in preparation for growth.

Absorbing light is the consumption of knowledge hence the saying, “You’re so bright.”

Reflecting the rays of light can be boastful instead let the light shine through you by the works that you do.

With this new point of view you can see that black is me
and that is beautiful!!

http://www.authorsden.com/goldeneagle

Dedication to my Shango-Oshun Warrior who knows how to love with passion and sweetness...

You sometimes ask me if I love you
At times you honestly want an answer
Other times you want assurance
Here is the definitive answer about my love for you....

I love you like Afrikans love a tight drumbeat
I love you like Harriet loved freedom
I love you like Malcolm loved internal & external revolution
I love you like Ruby loves Ossie
I love you like Afrikans love bright colors
I love you like Grandma loves to feed others
I love you like Africans love to flip a style
I love you like Miles loved jazz
I love you like Bob loved Haile Selassie
I love you like Afrikans love self-adornment
I love you like Zumbi loved Palmares
I love you like ancestors loved future generations
I love you like Obatala loves cleanliness
I love you like Ogun loves work
I love you like Oshun loves love
I love you the only way I know how
I love you as deeply as Afrikan woman loved their men before me
Timelessly
Completely
Soulfully
Divinely
and above all
My love for you is without comparison

Lounge with me…
Vibe with me…
Stay with me…
Touch me…
Kiss me…
Caress me…
Tell me…
That you…
Want me…
To lounge with you…
Vibe with you…
Stay with you…
Touch you…
Kiss you…
Caress you…
Until you are certain that, there is no other place you want to be
Other than right here living, loving and breathing with me

You are safe to close your eyes and dream with me
And in our dreams you and me intertwine to become we
Where our love is free
Trust, honesty and peace is what our love be

I want to heal your heart by making you apart…
Of my world

Oooooo weeeeeeeee!
I love the way this cat makes me feel
Where did you come from because I swear we know each other
Maybe in a past life like badu crooned
Or maybe under that same orange moon
Or maybe taking a long walk somewhere in philly in late june
Or lounging on a Bajan beach listen to Richie spice tunes
Or was it in Houston during the summer while savoring honey dew
I don’t know where it was but I do know that I have a love jones for you
So much so that my body responds to the mere thought of you

How can this be in such a short time you and me
Are contemplating things that require a “we”
When we don’t know what tomorrow will bring
You said want to toss up a ring
To me? Maybe we’ll see…
Yet we still dream and while holding each other’s hand
Make long-term plans

I don’t know where this path is going to take us
But I do like the thought of it being Just US
Growing not falling in love
Learning to be gentle with our honesty shoves
Vowing from the start to take care of one another’s hearts

Yes, maybe it was in a past lifetime like badu crooned
Or under some orange moon

Butterfly kisses that gently touch my spirit

Love so pure and authentic that I can feel it

No matter how many miles of ocean are in between

I taste honey from the mere thought of you

The wind whispers in my ear and tells me your dreams

Tempting me to leave…

Unite with you and create a love space of “we”

-Original Poem

In order not to forget my native language I decided to start writing poetry. The poetry is mostly inspired by things that happen in the Surinam-community both home and abroad.

I am so tired of people abusing our heritage to slack off in life. Everything that happens to them is "takru sani" bad things that other people have "put" on them never taking accountability for their own actions. Every weekend they go to a "prei" (ritual gathering where people use musical instruments to call unto the gods and winti's ) calling on Mama Aisa (Mother earth) to help them and save them.

Yere Mi

yere mi
archi mi

yu taki dat na soso lobi
soso lobi gi mama aisa
prodo koto nanga anisa
dansi singi begi
"mama aisa yu mu yere wi"

noiti denki dat na aladei libi
aladei libi e sori lobi
taigi mi dat me lei
tagi mi dati yu denki mama aisa alla den dei

yere mi
achri mi

fa yu kan begi a sem mama ye kiri
ala dei ye kiri wan pispisi
noti yu sdon fu denki
fa yu e doti mama
at mama broko eng ati
trowe doti tap mama

yere mi

Thursday, February 28, 2008
THICKER THAN WATER ON SALE 4/1/08

THE BOOK THICKER THAN WATER
WITH A FORWARD BY E. ETHELBERT MILLER
WAS WRITTEN BY THE MARRIED COUPLE OF TWELVE-YEARS
MAWIYAH KAI EL-JAMAH BOMANI
AND NADIR LASANA BOMANI

TWO NEW ORLEANS POETS
WILL BE ON SALE FOR $15.00
APRIL 1, 2008

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO RESERVE YOUR ADVANCE COPY
EMAIL THE POETS AT mawiyah@bellsouth.net.

http://mamamawiyahbomani.blogspot.com

I seem to have strayed away from you
even though I never left your side
I can still catch a piece of you
entwined
in the gentle blow of the breeze
One word from you calms
the noise of my mind
And I thank you
for always finding your way
back into my heart
back into my soul
back into my very existence
Through melodies uncomplicated by life
or the possibility of tomorrow
Sing sweetly your words of peace
Shower me with your rays of joy
Baptize me in the pureness of your love
Sweet savior take me away
on a note sung in the key of D
Not flat
nor sharp
just natural
As we make sweet music together

To read more musings, visit me on the Web at www.dlcarpenter.com
D.L. Carpenter, 2007

This is so new
Lips freshly kissed by you
Conversations with voluptuous laughs
Laying opposite as my hair sleeps on your calves
I’m playing with your profound toes
They’ve been places, I know
Your fingers rubbing smoothly against the hair on my legs
Authentic is sexy to you, although you wouldn’t mind either way
Sitting up, I glance at your haven in which you’ve invited me
Manufacturing memories of kisses into stories that princesses dream
Turning over and lifting to face me, the dimple in your left cheek simply makes me blink
I keep my eyes shut, blissfully preserving how you smell, feel, most importantly how you think
As I open them, yours are closed, a tear falling, leaving me breathless
I’m wondering what your thoughts are made of, the ones that provide you this happiness
I smile and you do as well,
Your lips part as a treasure chest, only with no secrets to tell
I’m rushing to kiss them as words pour onto my tongue and I swallow them each
Internalizing how much you adore my all, you become wide eyed and reach for me
I can breathe again
Your breath makes my hair float in air as I embrace your ideas in my palms

Darkness in the womb -
Serenity.
Feet floating
Arms ascending
Irradiative dreams
Mind on wings...
SILENCE, in surround sound
Fear fading
Time taking
Enlightened in the birth -
Reality.
Feelings maintained
Life to sustain...

I HAVE BEEN BROKEN BUT I AM BEAUTIFUL

I have walked in shoes that were not mine, no matter the color or the size, I have had to climb hills and mountains, swim rivers and drink water from other people’s fountains.
I HAVE BEEN BROKEN BUT I AM BEAUTIFUL

My tears have mingled with yours, hers, and theirs, I have had to fight battles that were not always mine, and I have been on bended knees and lain supine. I have made journeys that I did not pack for, beaten bruised and sore,
I HAVE BEEN BROKEN BUT I AM BEAUTIFUL

I have hidden my face behind hands that have worked and toiled, planted seeds in unfertile soil. I have screamed and yelled, went through storms and UN-necessary hell.
I HAVE BEEN BROKEN BUT I AM BEAUTIFUL

I have given my life’s blood, the skin of my back, but I have never given up and never looked back, I have not forgotten where I have been, and some of the predicaments that I have been in, I have lain in some dark places and encountered UN-familiar faces.
I HAVE BEEN BROKEN BUT I AM BEAUTIFUL

9:30 p.m.
the sun's down
a few more customers to go;
it's only a half hour left
before i get to take the punch.
"God I'm tired,"
I say to an almost empty store
Whispering to myself
I wonder how much longer I will have to endure.
But it's no sense in crying
there's work to be done
and these tears,
these tears won't pay the bills.

"OK, she's ready to make that final purchase;
good, cause I'm ready to get home."

As I bend down to pick up the bag that somehow got away from me,
I look up
only to stare into the eyes of the most beautiful person I've ever seen.

"Who is she?"
I ponder
wondering how long she's been standing there
amazed because I don't remember seeing her come in.
"I bet she has it all,"
I say out loud without saying a word.
I can tell by the gentleness of her stare
the soft twinkle in her eye
that she is loved.

But there's a hint of sadness that surfaces from behind those baby, dark brown eyes.
Ironically, we sigh at the exact same time,
"As if she knows how it is to be frustrated."
But there's a familiarity to her.
Somehow I felt as if I would have said something,
we would both tell the same story.

But I couldn't speak.

I ain't got
no white gal's hair
my hair
does not run
with the wind
it stands firm
and challenges
the air

Classifieds

I gots a job opening
for a lover
fell the need
to advertise

I gots a job opening
for a lover
brothers please only apply

experience
a plus
know-how
a must

twenty four hour woman
seeking
twenty four hour man
so to all you ten minute brothers
keep yo stuff in yo pants

Vodoun

Beware of a black
woman’s hair there are ancient
secrets buried there

Thirty-one came quietly
She crept in with no applause or fanfare

It’s not as if she was not welcomed
Her place just hadn’t been determined

She wore not the crown of 30
Certainly not the victory of 21

She waltzed in mature
Too proud to announce her presence
But wondering if she was noticed

She was certain her time had come,
But questioned how to live it

Had giggling gone out of style last year?
Was lip gloss no longer trendy?

By this time she thought she would be sure
But teenage insecurities still haunt her

She stands a grown up child with children
An adult who still day dreams

Yet she came to BE
Because she was supposed to
Prepare her for thirty-two

for some time
it never crossed my mind
that it could’ve been one so close to me
so my initial response was
amazement
shock
confusion
dismay
‘cause I never thought it could’ve been this way
never saw it happening like this

with me all the time
i thought my best interests were in her mind
but never could I have been more wrong
for so many years
for time so long
I trusted her
blindly
only to one day see
that she indeed
was not she

but them