tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36033318310446857162012-02-16T19:42:10.099-05:00Poetry is love, life, fashion,art,reality, actuality, passion, desire, politics, anger and all that the world offers. Poetry is a feeling, a hope, a dream, a manifestation of our life's journey. I hope this blog will be inspirational and unique and appeal to all young and old. (ALL IMAGES AND POEMS IN THIS BLOG ARE COPYRIGHTED)BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-28567337781563538162011-03-27T22:13:00.006-04:002011-03-28T13:10:21.092-04:00Looks bright outside<div>Dark and hollow inside</div><div>Expectations are high</div><div>How about we just call it a tie</div><div><br /></div><div>She said, "what would people think"</div><div>I said, "I can't think right now I need a drink"</div><div>Lacking I am in manners and etiquette</div><div>I'd rather be viewed as a triple threat</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-2856733778156353816?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-28911282416811876032011-02-22T00:59:00.005-05:002011-03-27T22:30:20.438-04:00Two against one<div>In an epic battle for first dibs</div><div>The word is out and it's not good</div><div>The flames are getting closer</div><div>Your time is almost up</div><div><br /></div><div>A cycle of deceit has began</div><div>They don't fool me, not yet</div><div>Still pure and mild mannered</div><div>A word of caution </div><div>Nothing is ever as it seems</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy that posh flat</div><div>Those visits into cultural oblivion</div><div>Don't get burned honey</div><div>A pretty girl comes a dime a dozen</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-2891128241681187603?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-30892746290930728822011-01-19T17:03:00.003-05:002011-01-19T17:12:06.940-05:00<div>Gates open letting them in</div><div>I heard the sound from afar</div><div>Screeching and loud </div><div>Like finger nails to a chalk board</div><div><br /></div><div>I am careful not to classify this as a sin</div><div>Sitting here downing these drinks at the bar</div><div>Their voices hang over me like a cloud</div><div>I am starting to feel a little ignored </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-3089274629093072882?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-57408240800946740522010-10-30T20:15:00.003-04:002010-10-30T20:18:07.007-04:00With love comes heartache<div>A noble man will let a girl down easy</div><div>The broken heart is neither fragile nor a rock</div><div>It is but a piece of us</div><div>To be toyed and played with</div><div>Envy is the heart's best friend</div><div>Consolation its refuge</div><div>It knows no bounds</div><div>Be still my broken heart</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5740824080094674052?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-29671630638801040122010-09-28T00:32:00.003-04:002010-09-28T00:48:42.749-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TKFzALX1lPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/V2tIp-aE44o/s1600/MUGOLE.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TKFzALX1lPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/V2tIp-aE44o/s400/MUGOLE.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521821065022903538" /></a><br />I never compromise<div>I always sacrifice</div><div>I give life</div><div>I am also someone's wife</div><div><br /></div><div>I cook and clean</div><div>On occasion treated like a queen</div><div>I never have time</div><div>They say I have reached my prime</div><div><br /></div><div>They suckle at my breast</div><div>The little ones will soon leave my nest</div><div>I can be over protective</div><div>Taught them all to be respective</div><div><br /></div><div>Generations have come and gone</div><div>My fate is my own not drawn</div><div>I am a wife, lover and mother</div><div>Unique and unlike any other.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-2967163063880104012?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-90510972272942056532010-09-12T23:49:00.004-04:002010-09-24T22:26:26.328-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TJ1dtPSYZoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1V-O2cVhoeQ/s1600/Scan+11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TJ1dtPSYZoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1V-O2cVhoeQ/s400/Scan+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520671750005220994" /></a><br />Fabulous disguise<div>Intermittent pain</div><div>Isn't this a surprise</div><div>That look of disdain</div><div><br /></div><div>I would hate to accrue</div><div>That bitchy attitude</div><div>Mighty glad I am not you</div><div>Show some gratitude</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-9051097227294205653?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-6842229566444023442010-07-27T23:18:00.002-04:002010-07-27T23:27:20.503-04:00Soft petals fall<div>Dried up tears irrigate</div><div>The soul is as fertile as can be</div><div>Open to anything and everything</div><div>Waiting to answer that proverbial call</div><div><br /></div><div>Spurting growth</div><div>Awakened dreams appear</div><div>Reality and fantasy a blur</div><div>About to pull that dagger out of you</div><div>I vaguely remember taking an oath</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight I lay here my head in limbo</div><div>Will they come for me now?</div><div>Those demons are a crafty bunch</div><div>Prying and sneaky as always</div><div>Tempted to leap out that window</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-684222956644402344?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-59751307103108717952010-07-19T01:24:00.004-04:002010-09-13T03:10:33.940-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TI3OUR2ijrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Bo0OTphcIOg/s1600/run.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TI3OUR2ijrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Bo0OTphcIOg/s400/run.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516291966383591090" /></a><br />Carry you away<div>Deep into my mind</div><div>A fast lightning approaches</div><div>Please say you will stay?</div><div><br /></div><div>Forgotten promises</div><div>A casuality of our youth</div><div>Make amends in this lifetime</div><div>Wish we were all blank canvasses</div><div><br /></div><div>Tight lipped are we?</div><div>Another unfortunate misconception</div><div>The older the wiser we say are</div><div>No one ever is, don't you agree?</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5975130710310871795?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-66709604543311287552010-06-09T08:04:00.004-04:002010-09-13T01:22:59.930-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TI21Lf9-92I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o2NCRHSlvH8/s1600/eyes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/TI21Lf9-92I/AAAAAAAAAGE/o2NCRHSlvH8/s400/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516264327763392354" /></a><br />Too long I have waited for you<div>My face is a river always</div><div>Not certain what I should do</div><div><br /></div><div>It arrives soon</div><div>I will be waiting at the station</div><div>Feeling over the moon</div><div><br /></div><div> I thought I wouldn't miss it</div><div>Your constant chatter and kisses</div><div>Now I know we are a perfect fit</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-6670960454331128755?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-52759489684080186412010-05-02T22:40:00.003-04:002010-05-02T23:02:13.386-04:00As their mouths move<div>The words echo</div><div>From left to right </div><div>They continue to echo</div><div>How annoying</div><div><br /></div><div>I smile with much effort</div><div>I want to scream and shout </div><div>Tell them to shut the fuck up</div><div>Stop trying to change me</div><div>That picket fence does not appeal to me</div><div><br /></div><div>Loose does not begin to describe it</div><div>How loose they are with their words</div><div>There is no meaning and no heart</div><div>Trouble is they think I am too old</div><div>Never too old to be down right insane</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5275948968408018641?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-81298436324254675192010-04-14T21:06:00.004-04:002010-04-16T22:07:38.465-04:00Cast doubt upon a known truth<div>A path of least resistance has been chosen</div><div>Its dire, needy, hopeless and a bit pathetic really</div><div>Longing to belong in a place and state of perpetual bliss</div><div><br /></div><div>Is this real?</div><div>Am I dreaming - If I am I wish to remain asleep</div><div>For the earth is harsh, cold, desperate and ominous</div><div>A place full of gargoyles masked as heroes</div><div><br /></div><div>Flicker that lighter against my skin</div><div>Makes me feel more alive than I have in ages</div><div>A sort of needed destruction of the body</div><div>This helps to free the mind of all evil, of everything </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8129843632425467519?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-88812772227491151772010-04-14T02:14:00.002-04:002010-04-14T02:25:31.915-04:00They drape the fine contours<div>With a whisper</div><div>So soft and pure</div><div>Along the backs of my thighs</div><div>They fall so gracefully</div><div><br /></div><div>How delightful the feel</div><div>Of silk and air</div><div>The embroidery exquisite</div><div>Grand layers so well placed</div><div>Its a classic</div><div><br /></div><div>Warm summer breeze</div><div>Smell of carnations</div><div>Crisp blue sky</div><div>That is what I remember</div><div>When I wear this dress</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8881277222749115177?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-33208829940685643682010-04-12T22:41:00.003-04:002010-04-12T22:45:28.240-04:00I shouldn't love you, they said<div>We aren't meant to be, they declared</div><div>Our differences outweigh our love</div><div>They so blindly concluded</div><div><br /></div><div>My skin does not match yours</div><div>I am dark and proud</div><div>You are vanilla, sweet and comforting</div><div>I love you, not the colour of your skin</div><div><br /></div><div>I am afraid sometimes</div><div>Of what they will do</div><div>When that anger erupts</div><div>We are one, take it or leave it.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-3320882994068564368?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-52752582912525580222010-04-12T06:24:00.002-04:002010-04-12T06:30:47.008-04:00Runs deep<div>So deep I can hardly breathe</div><div>I long to sleep</div><div><br /></div><div>My eyes will not shut</div><div>A constant reminder of the sins</div><div>Perhaps I am a bit of a nut</div><div><br /></div><div>Covered from head to toe</div><div>The water feels so warm and inviting</div><div>Sometimes I think I need more</div><div><br /></div><div>What is it that I really need?</div><div>I don't even know</div><div>Too late, already done the deed.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5275258291252558022?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-53472426327590884432010-04-10T02:19:00.003-04:002010-04-10T02:23:16.186-04:00Smile through the barb wire<div>Laugh with the wolves</div><div>Dance among the vultures</div><div>Don't forget to keep count</div><div><br /></div><div>Shortened dreams I have</div><div>All cohesive but wild</div><div>Deep is the cut </div><div>Yet I still slumber</div><div><br /></div><div>Laid here to rest</div><div>Soon I will rise</div><div>Perhaps even conquer</div><div>I'm still learning</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5347242632759088443?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-63955489614603018532010-04-08T22:58:00.002-04:002010-04-08T23:09:15.642-04:00Its that time<div>when all is clear</div><div>a word and song</div><div>reflects on it all</div><div>the pain and agony</div><div>of all our ancestors</div><div>to make this </div><div>and every other day</div><div>a memorable one</div><div>is hoping a crime?</div><div><br /></div><div>So they said it would last</div><div>A little longer this time</div><div>I would do very little</div><div>Just so we could test the waters</div><div>Find out for ourselves</div><div>What lies beneath the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facade</span></div><div>The constant smiles</div><div>that seem so sincere</div><div>yet behind them lies a sinister plot</div><div>Nothing will hold me back, not even the past</div><div><br /></div><div>I gather these flowers beneath my feet</div><div>A constant reminder of what is to come</div><div>The beauty and life around</div><div>Is bestowed upon us by the most high</div><div>Why then does he forsake me?</div><div>I am starting to feel ignored</div><div>I have called to him many times</div><div>Sometimes I shouted</div><div>I bet you he heard me then</div><div>I cannot wait until we meet.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-6395548961460301853?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-70298801760086527532010-04-07T17:46:00.002-04:002010-04-07T18:04:07.033-04:00They have cried their faces dry<div>Against their will,uprooted from their homes</div><div>On big ships they sailed far away<div>Never to see home again</div><div>Made a new home they did</div><div>Freedom they lacked</div><div>Escaping a fantasy they dare not try</div><div><br /></div><div>Generations <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believed</span> in silence</div><div>Of the heart and soul</div><div>Baring the burden of a slave</div><div>Is all they had ever known</div><div>Their offspring goods for trade</div><div>What insolence if they dared protest</div><div>Their captors displayed arrogance</div><div><br /></div><div>They said we would never succeed</div><div>We were inferior, born to serve</div><div>A race of meek, simple minded people</div><div>Boy - how I wish they could see us now</div><div>Teachers, doctors, clergy, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">entrepreneurs</span></div><div>The list is endless and shall continue to grow</div><div>We as a people will never ever again concede</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7029880176008652753?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-66469108247743954652010-04-05T12:22:00.003-04:002010-04-05T22:32:49.290-04:00I wish for many a thing<div>Most I will not see in this lifetime</div><div>What I have will suffice</div><div>Though my mind can't help but wander sometimes</div><div>Always waiting for that phone to ring</div><div><br /></div><div>Money, power and fame</div><div>Eludes me to no end</div><div>Is the measure of worth equivalent to my assets ?</div><div>Or have I never learnt how to play the game</div><div><br /></div><div>Time and again I wonder</div><div>What life would be like had I not gotten on that plane</div><div>To another land with the promise of milk and honey</div><div>I just hope I do not end up going under</div><div><br /></div><div>My fingers are crossed</div><div>As they seem to always be</div><div>I secretly wish to be somewhat relevant</div><div>Every action sometimes seems a little forced</div><div><br /></div><div>Try as I may to be true to my art</div><div>Forces around me seem to pray my demise</div><div>I hate the idea of compromise and surrender</div><div>Backlash is imminent, but I am content for the most part</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-6646910824774395465?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-55010358204337981532010-04-04T00:31:00.002-04:002010-04-04T00:47:15.838-04:00Leaving seems so hard<div>Staying is an alternative </div><div>I hope he doesn't get mad</div><div><br /></div><div>The words are trivial</div><div>Quiet aches and pains</div><div>My story is a little serial</div><div><br /></div><div>Ruffle my feathers he did</div><div>Quiet down for a moment</div><div>Ultimately taking the lead</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5501035820433798153?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-49173261448745540312010-03-22T16:49:00.000-04:002010-03-22T16:50:13.711-04:00<div>I dare taste</div><div>I hope the best</div><div>Tender and moist</div><div>Decadence unparallel</div><div>Swim away will you</div><div>Within my ready palate</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-4917326144874554031?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-50834440984646126972010-03-16T23:40:00.005-04:002010-03-17T00:06:21.148-04:00They are harsh and bitter<div>But this is what I have to say</div><div><div>Be sure many or even all </div><div>Will take it the wrong way</div><div><br /></div><div>We are vultures and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mercenaries</span></div><div>Gnawing at what God gave us</div><div>Barbaric is too kind a word for the human race</div><div>I hear you saying why am I making such a fuss</div><div><br /></div><div>We claim to care about the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">environment</span></div><div>The ocean, the trees even that pesky subway rat</div><div>Those words are spoken every single day </div><div>We all know its yet another ploy and act</div><div><br /></div><div>If I had a dollar for every time I heard "lets be green"</div><div>My pockets would be pouring money rain</div><div>Self denial and personal agendas drive us</div><div>Maybe it's just me, but the whole damn world seems so vain</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5083444098464612697?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-81538434788763495932010-03-08T22:00:00.002-05:002010-03-08T22:08:26.757-05:00Rustling leaves scattered<br />North wind that refuses to remain silent<br />Early morning sunrise<br />A waking discerning warmth<br />Cold water trickles down and jolts me up<br />Smell that coffee and toast<br />Good morning<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8153843478876349593?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-66891463607526932822010-03-01T18:55:00.004-05:002010-03-02T05:02:40.869-05:00At the gates of eternity<div>Lies a sinister hope</div><div>The promise of longevity</div><div><br /></div><div>I revel in my lack of fear</div><div>Too long have I suffered</div><div>This will surely be my year</div><div><br /></div><div>The secret lies in me</div><div>He shall come during the night</div><div>Maybe I will offer him a cup of tea</div><div><br /></div><div>Whisk me away he shall</div><div>In this cold wintery night</div><div>Come morning, all will be quiet and dull.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-6689146360752693282?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-91602662016379858502010-02-27T01:57:00.002-05:002010-02-27T02:04:37.335-05:00Buzzing around my ear<div>A word here another there</div><div><br /></div><div>How people waste their time</div><div>At least not on my dime</div><div><br /></div><div>Friends they say they are</div><div>Their words deepen the scar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-9160266201637985850?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-63474423460452729882010-01-06T02:20:00.002-05:002010-01-06T02:25:07.062-05:00Perfect sunrise<div>Dimmed morning whispers</div><div>Fluttering tear drops</div><div><br /></div><div>The dead come calling</div><div>Today I am not listening</div><div>Savor the last of the gods</div><div><br /></div><div>Night is here</div><div>Show me my resting place</div><div>It begins again soon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-6347442346045272988?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-86345117816523310222010-01-02T00:39:00.004-05:002010-01-02T00:45:41.320-05:00The never ending ache<div>That I cannot forget</div><div>All I need is a bite to eat</div><div>That would surely be a lovely treat</div><div>The constant overbearing burn</div><div>As my tummy continues to turn</div><div>They pass me in their lovely frocks</div><div>They look down on me with frowns and smirks</div><div>She is my age perhaps a little older</div><div>The gaze is undeniably colder</div><div>She looks like she has had her fill for the day</div><div>I wish I had something if only for just today</div><div>Now they are further ahead but I still feel their stare</div><div>Would have been nice to have someone care</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8634511781652331022?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-76455267419772896892010-01-01T23:53:00.002-05:002010-01-01T23:57:52.532-05:00The problems of yesterday are still here today<div>No rush, time facilitates action this is only a delay</div><div>As I sort through the emotions and chaos of the day </div><div>I ask myself, what else have I got to say</div><div>All I know is tomorrow is a brand new day</div><div>And I am damn well here to stay</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7645526741977289689?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-1009963688126047332009-12-15T11:56:00.006-05:002009-12-15T13:27:55.472-05:00That twinkle in your eye<div>Your hearty laughter</div><div>The strict demeanor</div><div>Your tough exterior</div><div>The proud walk</div><div>Those elegant clothes</div><div>Those chocolate rum balls</div><div>Yes, the pineapple upside down cake too</div><div>That lecture about homework</div><div>The need to discipline</div><div>The quest for perfection</div><div>Right china and cutlery</div><div>Your wish for me to be betrothed</div><div>Your unwavering affection</div><div>That meaningful scrutiny</div><div>You guard me like a lioness does its cubs</div><div>Protected me with your wisdom </div><div>Cherished me with your unconditional love</div><div>Mama, love you right back!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-100996368812604733?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-5738174606650467782009-12-15T05:30:00.002-05:002009-12-15T05:38:12.083-05:00Dusty roads and beyond capacity buses<div>Gossiping women in traditional garments</div><div>Wise men sitting by the roadside</div><div>Children playing with old tires</div><div>Getting my hair braided too tight</div><div>A riot in the making at the kiosk</div><div>Smell of roast tilapia and luwombo</div><div>That scorching heat engulfs me</div><div>That is the essence of my Africa</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-573817460665046778?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-1456109400184226022009-12-15T05:26:00.002-05:002009-12-15T05:29:06.351-05:00Guide me through all my trials<div>Save me from all my mistakes</div><div>Show me the proper way</div><div>Understand me always</div><div>You are my rock</div><div>My conscience</div><div>Always loyal</div><div>Forever true</div><div>Love you Dad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-145610940018422602?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-33394794691657122622009-12-11T21:27:00.003-05:002009-12-11T21:38:48.912-05:00<div>Those bells I see</div><div>Its here</div><div>The holiday cheer</div><div><br /></div><div>Share and care</div><div>Tell it far and near</div><div>The festive mood is clear</div><div><br /></div><div>As the season draws near</div><div>Full of love life and revere</div><div>I promise not to chug that beer</div><div>As I approach the new year</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-3339479469165712262?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-81148720329973364822009-12-07T22:10:00.003-05:002009-12-07T22:19:38.916-05:00Spoken and not heard<div>Trying with no luck</div><div>Through the crowd</div><div>I feel stuck</div><div><br /></div><div>My heart pounds faster</div><div>No end in sight</div><div>There goes the child's laughter</div><div>It echoes through the night</div><div><br /></div><div>Blind as I am</div><div>I fear another day has passed me by</div><div>Inside is a wandering calm</div><div>I am at peace even as I cry</div><div><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8114872032997336482?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-15485351947569390922009-12-02T03:55:00.003-05:002009-12-02T03:59:38.631-05:00Two pieces fall<div>Then three</div><div>I'm swimming in a sea of salt</div><div><br /></div><div>Im short with you today</div><div>The classic its not you, its me theory</div><div>Run as fast as your legs can carry you</div><div><br /></div><div>Drop them beneath me</div><div>That load is more than you can handle</div><div>Good riddance</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1548535194756939092?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-88673937671065667882009-12-02T01:05:00.003-05:002009-12-02T01:16:40.703-05:00That twist and turn <div>Overwhelming desire to scream</div><div>The shadow lurking</div><div>A passive encounter with my ego</div><div>Lingers on and on until its no more</div><div>Quite the charade</div><div><br /></div><div>The venue is warm</div><div>I feel the echo of the stampede</div><div>Im in sync with the it all</div><div>It vibrates from within me</div><div>Takes hold completely</div><div>Denial is not an option</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8867393767106566788?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-16878931409717648452009-11-30T01:44:00.002-05:002009-11-30T01:51:41.298-05:00Outside of the spectrum<div>Concur I will</div><div>Obey I shan't</div><div>The tidal wave</div><div>Defiant and strong</div><div>What a reckoning</div><div>After the storm</div><div>Is the calm</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1687893140971764845?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-11171485968850114762009-11-16T05:43:00.002-05:002009-11-16T05:51:04.023-05:00I have got to admit the dark look and feel is divine<div>Many will claim and say I'm out of line</div><div><br /></div><div>Dress her up and strut her around make her look sassy</div><div>Sorry folks but this chick is far from classy</div><div><br /></div><div>She hates her doors opened for her and that horrid bow</div><div>Wrap up that fake courteousy smile and lay low</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1117148596885011476?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-78669545870042294102009-11-10T10:11:00.002-05:002009-11-10T10:15:56.481-05:00Shunned in the arena<div>A substitute for every occasion</div><div>Crouching in my own sorrow</div><div>A relentless crowd pursues me</div><div><br /></div><div>My mind is my refuge</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Unforeseeable</span> is my destiny</div><div>What is clear is now</div><div>This desire to love and be loved</div><div><br /></div><div>A silent moment</div><div>Engulfed in pleasant memories</div><div>A cuddle here and a kiss there</div><div>Sweet is your love.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7866954587004229410?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-3718509060739447022009-10-29T17:02:00.002-04:002009-10-29T17:10:36.249-04:00One and only lover<br />Never will I find another<br />Stares linger throughout supper<br />Always so gentle and tender<br />Lay with me forever<br />Your kisses I savor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-371850906073944702?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-92118573474882369672009-10-25T00:13:00.004-04:002009-10-25T00:22:49.811-04:00The courses varied from embroidery to home economics<div>My counterparts said I would be the perfect homemaker</div><div>I was thinking more in the range of agrophysics</div><div>Seemed less likely than being the class heartbreaker</div><div><br /></div><div>The women around me aspired to be mothers and caregivers</div><div>I looked beyond the stars and felt a flicker of hope</div><div>I may abide by the rules but walk that fine line with the sinners</div><div>Its the end of the term this will be a slippery slope</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-9211857347488236967?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-15419758837720655962009-10-22T00:58:00.004-04:002009-10-22T01:05:41.383-04:00They said I looked indecent<br />I bore down my head in utter embarrassment<br />My mother said I frustrate her<br />I looked away longing for acknowledgment<br />My first love failed to understand me<br />Thank God for that for my life would have been a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappointment</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1541975883772065596?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-22517519816598753252009-10-17T04:30:00.002-04:002009-10-17T04:32:02.357-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/StmA3SAaDEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LjoIgCiwnVo/s1600-h/Drawing+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/StmA3SAaDEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LjoIgCiwnVo/s400/Drawing+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393483715967585346" /></a><br /><br />To be an artist<div>Creating a vision</div><div>Nobody else is better at it</div><div>Capturing the moments of the season</div><div><br /></div><div>Tormented internally is my story</div><div>The life of an invalid is not admirable</div><div>Sometimes I wish to revel in that glory</div><div>I fear my inadequacies render me incapable</div><div><br /></div><div>I hurt and cry within</div><div>Funny how they think my life is sublime</div><div>I do wish I was more pristine</div><div>My showmanship would withstand the test of time</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-2251751981659875325?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-25329794069972925052009-10-16T15:53:00.001-04:002009-10-16T15:54:40.596-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I dare taste</span><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span">I hope the best</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span">Tender and moist</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span">Decadence unparallel</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span">Swim away will you</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span">Within my ready palate</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-2532979406997292505?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-63970885518829787902009-10-15T19:40:00.003-04:002009-10-16T22:55:07.751-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Stkx7k_7fII/AAAAAAAAAEs/WBgyZd4Yefo/s1600-h/Drawing+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Stkx7k_7fII/AAAAAAAAAEs/WBgyZd4Yefo/s320/Drawing+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393396928366738562" border="0" /></a><br />Paint her lips<br />Slip on the satin<br />Prep her bossom<br />Powder her nose<br /><br />Tweak her eyebrows<br />Smell of lavender<br />Drape her long legs<br /><br />Cascading hair<br />Or perhaps not<br />Shimmering lotion<br />Perfect poise<br /><br />One last check<br />Laced neckline<br />Then the gun holster<br />Simmer down boys<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-6397088551882978790?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-74300265226669927702009-10-15T18:14:00.003-04:002009-10-16T22:59:02.993-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Stky6vk9_YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H61WnYklcO8/s1600-h/Drawing+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Stky6vk9_YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H61WnYklcO8/s320/Drawing+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398013538205058" border="0" /></a><br />My face is flooded<br />The taste salty and sad<br />Memories too painful to remember<br />A volcano has erupted within<br />My insides are eroded<br /><br />The past is insignificant<br />The present is bountiful<br />You, a distant memory<br />Me, a new woman<br />I see the clouds parting and the sun emerging<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7430026522666992770?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-43325397926857895632009-10-13T17:32:00.003-04:002009-10-15T21:15:13.580-04:00Its true isn't it?<div>My persistence has paid off</div><div>I am on top of the world</div><div>Its cold and lonely up here</div><div><br /></div><div>Is it time yet?</div><div>I have conquered it all</div><div>Seen many lands near and far</div><div>My companion out of sight</div><div><br /></div><div>Must I leave so soon?</div><div>No family to speak of</div><div>I lay here with all my possessions</div><div>My diamonds, rubies and fine things</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-4332539792685789563?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-42837723323008371802009-10-12T17:00:00.002-04:002009-10-12T17:04:19.669-04:00Love them<br />Need them<br />Cannot really do without them<br /><br />Succumb to them<br />Fight them<br />Need them<br /><br />Call them<br />Cry over them<br />Sing for them<br /><br />Triumph over them<br />Celebrate them<br />Bear children for them<br /><br />Grow old with them<br />Share with them<br />Remember with them<br />Die with them<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-4283772332300837180?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-84201743927048300352009-10-12T14:39:00.002-04:002009-10-12T14:43:55.196-04:00He fills my mind<div>Feeds my soul</div><div>Brings home</div><div>Takes me whole</div><div><br /><div>He lives in me</div><div>Grants me life</div><div>Shows me the way</div><div>Hurts me so</div><div><br /></div><div>He takes it all</div><div>Gives it back</div><div>He is mighty</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8420174392704830035?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-70069214477822144642009-10-12T02:22:00.002-04:002009-10-15T18:30:02.207-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;">My legacy<div>Words misunderstood</div><div>Mistakes made, still making</div></div></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;"><div>My legacy</div><div>Thoughts of another time</div><div>Another era of grandiose misgivings</div></div></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;"><div>My legacy</div><div>Show me the door</div><div>Down comes the curtains</div></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7006921447782214464?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-15876950335568138922009-09-02T01:37:00.002-04:002009-09-02T01:41:53.376-04:00I got in the car<div>I didnt look back</div><div>I lay there</div><div>I didnt shut my eyes</div><div>I cried</div><div>They laughed</div><div><br /></div><div>Another year</div><div>A thousand more tricks</div><div>My body hurts</div><div>But I work until the crack of dawn</div><div>The blisters on my feet hurt</div><div><br /></div><div>I have stopped counting</div><div>I don't seem to care anymore</div><div>He says he loves me</div><div>I know they are just words</div><div>No meaning or feeling</div><div><br /></div><div>Someday I will leave</div><div>Maybe I will see a relative</div><div>A familiar face</div><div>Someone who will save me</div><div>Please...I want to go home</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1587695033556813892?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-34751598014111231262009-08-26T23:03:00.003-04:002009-08-26T23:14:56.705-04:00The sound unbearable<div>My cries unheard</div><div>The feeling discernable</div><div><br /></div><div>I wake to the sound of song</div><div>Over and over again it emanates</div><div>What did I do wrong?</div><div><br /></div><div>Its not music to my ears</div><div>Held captivate within the confines of my soul</div><div>Once again I dread the look of my peers</div><div><br /></div><div>Hold me close</div><div>Don't ever let me go</div><div>Save me no one else knows</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-3475159801411123126?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-75788879218292249892009-08-24T00:14:00.003-04:002009-08-24T00:18:39.701-04:00My skin awash with the skies tears<div>Material restraints on me</div><div>Streaking a temptation</div><div>Then again I beg to be different</div><div>They are sure to label me insane</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; ">n5246szjyd</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7578887921829224989?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-6182352937927081642009-08-19T09:04:00.003-04:002009-08-19T09:33:00.200-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">Walking down the street<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">With my top hat on</div><div style="text-align: center;">My sequined gloves </div><div style="text-align: center;">Bejewelled boots</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not to mention that tie and dye scarf</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know you see me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Loud and proud</div><div style="text-align: center;">Without a single word uttered</div><div style="text-align: center;">There goes the ordinary man.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-618235293792708164?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-48998010341574133682009-07-02T20:13:00.004-04:002009-08-19T09:33:22.910-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">See as it is,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Feel what it was.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A breath of fresh air,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A blooming summer flower.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My hopes and aspirations,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dreams far too gone to ever be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fate a matter of pertinence,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Destiny a farce perpetuated by my peers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-4899801034157413368?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-34504298090038891782009-04-27T15:21:00.004-04:002009-08-19T09:35:55.785-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">Ripe with emotion<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shared thoughts a mile away<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Distant kisses beg restraint<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You and me in a secluded place<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her words echo in my ear<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Your actions filled with care<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Not for me...but for her<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The closer I get the farther you seem<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shut the door<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't let the feelings in<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stay away from the windows<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All the happenings outside don't concern you.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-3450429809003889178?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-15604174103672299192009-04-21T12:51:00.003-04:002009-04-21T13:02:51.664-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">Today is the day I say goodbye to the endless antagonist that resides within the crevices of mind<br />I bid adew to the haunting thoughts and past mistakes<br />Farewell to the inner drama I so eloquently orchestrated every chance I had<br />Awash I am with regret and grief<br />I light hearted laugh escapes me<br />I'm caught between good and evil...obscurity and infamy...alas the battle rages on!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1560417410367229919?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-81435774948451115552009-04-02T13:43:00.003-04:002009-04-02T14:01:21.164-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">So I woke up this morning feeling down,<br />My heart a play list of every bad love song you've ever heard,<br />The pit of my stomach was turning every which way,<br />Begging for a release from this pain.<br /><br />They say forgive but don't forget,<br />But how can I do one without the other?<br />How can I forsake my beliefs and opinions,<br />To protect another from my wrath?<br /><br />I wonder if I should mitigate,<br />the severity of my own punishment is perplexing,<br />if not amusing.<br />The complete lunacy of it all is baffling,<br />at best profoundly entertaining.<br /><br />My idiosyncrasy has made me my own worst enemy,<br />Struggling for acceptance and normalcy,<br />Which by my stands will never be achieved.<br /><br /><br />I shall not deter from the path I have chosen,<br />One that emulates my previous lives,<br />I have but one dream...to be infinite.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8143577494845111555?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-90276854867959277492009-03-20T19:31:00.003-04:002009-03-20T19:44:30.324-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">Begging for a way out,<br />Never had much clout.<br /><br />Seeing through these eyes,<br />I fear the only truth are the never ending lies.<br /><br />Searching further than I hoped to find myself,<br />Always stoic and hoping for that one chance at wealth.<br /><br />Fanning off the haters and trying to be a conqueror,<br />Every single day, every single step draws me closer.<br /><br />My mind bombarded with decisions to make,<br />Every day I hope and pray this is a dream, from which I will soon wake.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-9027685486795927749?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-17119291156320840332009-03-20T15:00:00.003-04:002009-03-20T15:04:30.207-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">I think about the times,<br />when love was good and evil was bad.<br />I think about the times,<br />when my heart sang and my mind wandered.<br /><br />I think about the times,<br />when my soul held on to dear life,<br />and my life was a vortex like no other.<br /><br />I think about the times,<br />And how they have changed not for the better.<br />I think about the times,<br />when a man's word once meant something.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1711929115632084033?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-12607150825244120362009-03-17T16:44:00.002-04:002009-03-17T16:50:28.354-04:00Last night was my poetry reading debut. I have attended many poetry readings but never to perform on stage. It was a mixture of hiaku, original poetry blended with great people who are laid back and great listeners.<br /><br />I must say it was a night that will not be forgotten. I read two of my original poems,"so insane" and "the politics of me". It was meant to be a five minute set, however my nervousness sort of shortened the set to less than a minute. I spoke clearly but too fast.<br /><br />In any case, next week I hope the turn out will be better as my performance hopefully will be as well. For all you poetry lovers this is the place to be on a lazy Monday night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1260715082524412036?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-89204953800843788192009-03-14T12:35:00.005-04:002009-03-14T12:46:04.997-04:00I look in the mirror,<br /><div style="text-align: left;">And I begin to quiver.<br />Gone is my youth,<br />Its time to face the truth.<br /><br />The lines so intricate on my face,<br />Bits and pieces of my past I try to trace.<br />I have aged on the outside,<br />But I still dance and laugh inside.<br /><br />My body is not what it used to be,<br />Every now and then, my own sight bewilders me.<br />I am thankful for the time I had,<br />To watch my life run its course and for that I am glad.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8920495380084378819?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-87649308832446595192009-03-04T23:22:00.002-05:002009-03-05T01:48:31.422-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Sa91kfE6NEI/AAAAAAAAACo/ecJZlmD2kVQ/s1600-h/malnutrition.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Sa91kfE6NEI/AAAAAAAAACo/ecJZlmD2kVQ/s200/malnutrition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591755370935362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Sa91Yp_55ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/sfzHsKXLnCU/s1600-h/poverty+in+africa.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Sa91Yp_55ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/sfzHsKXLnCU/s200/poverty+in+africa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591552144303506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Sa91RCBA7wI/AAAAAAAAACY/L5wZ4p076Ko/s1600-h/asia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Sa91RCBA7wI/AAAAAAAAACY/L5wZ4p076Ko/s200/asia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591421152456450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Be kind to mankind,<br />Open your heart to new experiences.<br />Love with a burning desire,<br />Feel without limit or restraint.<br /><br />Share your knowledge,<br />Another being will appreciate.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Have mercy and compassion,<br /></div>Its all for the love of humanity.<br /><br />Be vigilant but cautious,<br />Help the helpless without expectations.<br />Life is too short to worry about regrets,<br />Give with your heart, not your mind.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-8764930883244659519?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-70964442487450962852009-03-02T07:41:00.001-05:002009-03-05T01:52:50.117-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">My mind engulfed by thoughts of you,<br />What must I do?<br />Every day is torture beyond imagination,<br />I love you with determination.<br /><br />You don't see me,<br />I should just let you be.<br />I will finally say goodbye,<br />So my heart won't have to die.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7096444248745096285?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-72581580641269283342009-02-27T22:58:00.001-05:002009-03-05T01:52:16.352-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">The pain unbearable,<br />The shame apparent,<br />Why all this trouble?<br /><br />Should I lie,<br />Should I cry,<br />Must I deny?<br /><br />How should I react?<br />Is this an act?<br />Where do I start.<br /><br />How did I get here,<br />Is the end near?<br />Perhaps tomorrow...it will be clear.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-7258158064126928334?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-13285829411524913902009-02-27T02:00:00.002-05:002009-03-20T19:48:18.525-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Saw9NfLX-mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XQ0YvCs4eQo/s1600-h/child.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Saw9NfLX-mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XQ0YvCs4eQo/s320/child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685362679773794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Saw9ApjwVrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wGurhk8mc5I/s1600-h/child+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Saw9ApjwVrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wGurhk8mc5I/s320/child+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685142128088754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Saw858CT_2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxrTGeqB3jU/s1600-h/child+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYYoxnF0pwM/Saw858CT_2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxrTGeqB3jU/s320/child+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685026829008738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I have seen enough death to last me a lifetime,<br />I have taken part unwillingly in the demise of others.<br />My life is worth nothing not even a dime,<br />I am a child and live among murderers.<br /><br />I wish to play and laugh with my friend,<br />I know that my life will never be the same.<br />I wish for a miracle for this to end,<br />This is my life it is not a game.<br /><br />I want to grow old and live my life<br />Have a family and someday a wife.<br />Why did they take me,<br />Couldn't they let me be?<br />I am a child and I want to be free.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-1328582941152491390?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-58258085652156429322009-02-25T22:59:00.001-05:002009-03-05T01:51:07.390-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">As you smile at me,<br />I frown back.<br />Its so hard for you to see,<br />The intellect you clearly lack.<br />Once bitten,<br />Baby I'm twice shy.<br />Hypocritical words have been written,<br />And you can't hide the lie.<br />I speak the truth,<br />I know no boundary.<br />As I continue on this journey of self discovery in my youth,<br />I implore you all to embrace your individuality.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5825808565215642932?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-57959321395668004262009-02-19T09:13:00.001-05:002009-03-05T01:50:34.995-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">Pull out my hair<br />Do you dare?<br />Live my life free,<br />This is the way to be.<br />Bursts of incoherent dialogue,<br />Always turns into a monologue.<br />They laugh in my face,<br />They try to erase,<br />The beauty of being me.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-5795932139566800426?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603331831044685716.post-3749292934781150472009-02-18T00:16:00.001-05:002009-03-05T01:50:00.393-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">I sit here loathing my being<br />Time passes and still the phone does not ring.<br />I await your call,<br />And hope I don't fall,<br />Deeper into oblivion,<br />As I further head into a collision.<br />Shall I love myself before I love thee?<br /><br />Moments I remember<br />When we not broken asunder.<br />Cry as I might,<br />I fear the love we had is a fading light.<br />Bright we once were,<br />A star that now seems so meager.<br />I promise to love again,<br />Maybe avoid the pain.<br />Its all for the love of me.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603331831044685716-374929293478115047?l=belleafriqpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BelleAfriqnoreply@blogger.com0