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Tag Archives: poems
neither wolf nor sheep (NPM2017 11 )
prophets are often thrown into the lion’s den not knowing true lions are friends to guerilla’s in your midst seeking higher paths upholding righteousness invested in the movement of the pendulum that signifies the moral arc go ask Daniel go … Continue reading
left handed child (NPM2017 10)
i dreamed of the left-handed child standing in the middle of the road i have been dreaming about preaching on milk cartons most of my dreams come from the ocean my sleep is a classroom my teachers are mostly dead … Continue reading
Posted in (NPM2017), right handed poems
Tagged ayodele nzinga, National Poetry Month, poems, work in progress
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beyond capacity (NPM2017 9)
there are places you may never see out beyond the end of the known past the safety nets where the air thins the ground is rocky there is no path all roads are uphill where life stretches you like a … Continue reading
The Gratitudes: Moving Hands
I am grateful for the movements created out of praying with your hands moving lift us up we will not fall ever forward like the love of mother’s invincible boundless like the abundance of fat godz a lioness awake circling … Continue reading
the house hustle made
this is the house hustle made born blessings due 101 in the shade rough rider striding through life behind the veil imperial no fade the light in the house hustle made instructed by the bones bottom of the ocean on … Continue reading
Oakland CA by Drum
drum in your heat beating out ya way drum in the public square drum if you go to the moon drum in ya office at ya church in the street loudly while marching carry signs that say Godz love drummers … Continue reading
Old Men
blue black creased by living gin on their breath underneath the weight of the crush of being born invisible 5 dollar cigars and knowing in their mouths long eyes pained by memory grown in the shadows of years stacked atop … Continue reading
Thirty Poems in Thirty Days National Poetry Month 2015 ucc
I accepted the 30/30 challenge offered by a group of fellow poets. This is the result. Thirty poems written in 30 days. Poem#30 (4/30/2015) North American African Poet i am a poet language and ideas are my meat & bread … Continue reading
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Tagged 30/30 Challenge, ayodele wordslanger nzinga, National Poetry Month, poems, poets
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lifted measure one
sometimes it gets hard to lift something must be shifted can’t go on this way even if youre gifted can’t drift in the game twisted i insist i get a grip i know the story flip the script stealing my … Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ayodele wordslanger nzinga, black poems, liberation art, poems
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Phenomenology
it is not your imagination its reality invisible unspoken really real for black & brown bodies housed in bruised lives it is an immutable truth bearing down ruthlessly on a harsh reality measured by any standard its not an individual … Continue reading