That KISS

That Kiss

You kissed me…

And…

I let you kiss me…

That Kiss lingered on me all over me…

That kiss settled on me & traveled across my body as if to imitate your fingers searching for buried treasure while caressing me tenderly the way you tend to caress me…

That kiss haunted me throughout the night…long after you were gone

That kiss…

That kiss remained with me as if to say it was eager, yes eager, to tattoo my skin in crevices and places the world will never see..

That kiss…

You kissed me and I let you kiss me…

With a sweet, smooth and powerful exchange of who you are & who I am…

That Kiss…

Last night That KISS became my friend.

©Keala Jacobs 2012

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

   I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we—

   Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

   Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

I've always loved this poem.  One of my teachers made us memorize this.  I do not remember which teacher it was or when, but I'm so glad I memorized it.  I love this love he talks about in this poem.  They were children and their love was so strong the Angels envied them.  I want that kind of love.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annabel_Lee

That Thing We Can’t Talk About

That thing we can’t talk about

That thing we can’t talk about

I know it’s been rough.

We’ve had our share of stuff.

But it could have been better

Except for that thing we can’t talk about

I see you cry at times

I see you laugh too

But we can’t share those moments

Because of that thing we can’t talk about

You give me more credit than we both know I deserve

I have your back and let things slide with you too

But we really can’t be honest about it

Because of that thing we can’t talk about

We used to be such good friends

I trusted you completely, you relied on me heavily

But we can’t go there anymore

Because of that thing we can’t talk about

I’ll love you forever

But I’ll never tell you or show you

It’ll be my little secret

Because of that thing we can’t talk about

I know you look out for me

And I look out for you too

We just have to keep it hushed

Because of that thing we can’t talk about

We go on with our lives as if nothing ever happened

Of course it’s nothing

What am I talking about?

Oops, it’s that thing we can’t talk about

Thanks for being my friend

Even though it looks like we’re not

I won’t tell

Because of that thing we can’t talk about

©Keala M. Brown

So you like my package?

So you like my package?

Oooo Baby…. I like that now…..

Mmmmm….ummmm….mmm

Now THAT I like….. Guuuuuuuurl………

You packing some nice stuff….

So….you like what you see?

Oh? You like me?!?

Brotha, you don’t even KNOW me.

You may like this packaging, but you don’t know what’s inside.

Once you figure out how to open it, you may just want to walk away before you even see the goods inside.

You see, this package you like is very special and delicate.

You can’t just tear it open like some birthday boy on his birthday.

Opening this package requires patience, knowledge, cleverness, tenderness, wisdom, love, the Holy Spirit, and …… A….. MAP!

If you are fortunate enough to open it, can you handle what’s inside?

Will you even know what to do with what’s inside?

Will you recognize that which is in the package? ß Probably NOT!

See, lots of men see this package and say they like it. But they don’t even try to figure it out properly in order to get a chance to open it.

They try to go straight for the so called goods, not realizing that there’s more to the package than the pretty wrapping. 
Maybe they just don’t care that there’s more to the package than the pretty wrapping. 
Either way, they end up disrespecting the ENTIRE Total Package and miss out on a wonderful gift. 


You see, I am a Total Package Woman. 
You can’t just go tearing at the wrapping for the goods because there is way more to me than you see. 
You cannot fathom what this package really is. 


So, the next time your lustful eye covets the outside packaging, think again. You say you like it. But the reality is you don’t even know this package or what it contains. 


I could be a real b*tch or I could be a real w*tch 
You really don’t know because all you see is the wrapping I could be your worst nightmare or I could be your dream come true 
How would you know if all you’re concerned with is the wrapping? 


I could be your best friend or I could be your worst enemy 
Unless you approach the package with care, you’ll NEVA know. 
 You see, I am the Total Package Woman. 


Proceed with caution…..

To Those I love and Those Who Love Me

When I am gone, release me, and let me go

I have so many things to see and do.

You must not tie yourself to me with tears,

Be thankful for our beautiful years.

I gave to you my love.  You can only guess

How much you gave to me in happiness.

I thank you for the love you each have shown,

But for now it's time I traveled on alone.

So grieve a while for me, if you must,

Then let your grief be comforted by trust.

It's only for a time that we must part

So bless the memories within your heart.

I won't be far away, for life goes on

So if you need me, call, and I will come.

Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near

And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear

All my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come this way

Alone.

I'll greet you with a smile and say:

"WELCOME HOME"

~~Anonymous

I Smile

When I remember how
you last touched me
I Smile

When I inhale and
experience your essence, your aura
I Smile

When I close my eyes and taste
the sweet nectar that is ALL You
I Smile

When I experience your arms
around me bringing me into You
I Smile

When I remember every
experience we've shared
I Smile

When I think of You
and all that you are and represent
I Smile

When I enter into
your being and Let Go
I Smile

Me inside of You
You inside of Me
I Smile

I stand so tall

You cannot see because your head is hung so low

I stand so tall

When you look down on me, all you can see are my shoes. You must want to walk a mile in them.

I stand so tall

That I block your light because you crouch so low

I stand so tall

I can touch the moon without reaching up or tiptoeing

I stand so tall

I can see all that is mine in the vast Universe

I stand so tall
Claiming me and mine is like picking up toys in a play room. Quick and EASY.

I stand so tall
Being Mistress of My Domain is effortless.

I stand so Tall

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I stand so tall
You cannot see because your head is hung so low

I stand so tall
When you look down on me, all you can see are my shoes. You must want to walk a mile in them.

I stand so tall
That I block your light because you crouch so low

I stand so tall
I can touch the moon without reaching up or tiptoeing

I stand so tall
I can see all that is mine in the vast Universe

h7. I stand so tall
Claiming me and mine is like picking up toys in a play room. Quick and EASY.

h8. I stand so tall
Being Mistress of My Domain is effortless.

I stand so Tall

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7. Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton was born in Depew, New York, on June 27, 1936. Her first book of poems, Good Times, was rated one of the best books of the year by the New York Times in 1969.

Clifton remained employed in state and federal government positions until 1971, when she became a writer in residence at Coppin State College in Baltimore, Maryland, where she completed two collections: Good News About the Earth (1972) and An Ordinary Woman (1974).

She has gone on to write several other collections of poetry, including Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems 1988-2000 (BOA Editions, 2000), which won the National Book Award; The Terrible Stories (1995), which was nominated for the National Book Award; The Book of Light (1993); Quilting: Poems 1987-1990 (1991); Next: New Poems (1987)

Her collection Good Woman: Poems and a Memoir 1969-1980 (1987) was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize; Two-Headed Woman (1980), also a Pulitzer Prize nominee, was the recipient of the University of Massachusetts Press Juniper Prize. She has also written Generations: A Memoir (1976) and more than sixteen books for children, written expressly for an African-American audience.

Her honors include an Emmy Award from the American Academy of Television Arts and Sciences, a Lannan Literary Award, two fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Shelley Memorial Award, the YM-YWHA Poetry Center Discovery Award, and the 2007 Ruth Lilly Prize.

In 1999, she was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets. She has served as Poet Laureate for the State of Maryland and is currently Distinguished Professor of Humanities at St. Mary’s College of Maryland.

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Short and Sweet

I feel safe in his arms

I feel safe in his presence

I feel safe within HIM

I feel loved in his arms

I feel loved in his presence

I feel loved within HIM

I feel comfort in his arms

I feel comfort in his presence

I feel comfort within HIM

When the world is cold

I find warm tenderness in his arms

I find warm consolation in his presence

There is warm tenderness and consolation within HIM

I'm Loving HIM

I'm Loving

I'm Loving So Many

Things About HIM

His Hair

His Kiss

His Smell

His Care

His Touch - HIM

I'm Loving So Many

Things Within Him

His Spirit

His Soul

His Heart

His Mind

His Personality - HIM

I'm Loving So Many

Things

That make him HIM

His Patience

His Wisdom

His Humor

His Disposition - HIM

My Life as a CoverGirl

You pushed me
You shoved me
I covered for you
Telling myself, "He's passionate about me."

You slapped me
You harassed me
I covered for you
Telling myself, "He loves me."

You lied to me
You Lied on me
I covered for you
Telling myself, "He protects me. He covers me."

You spied on me
You abused me
I covered for you
Saying, "He wants the best for me."

For 15 years

I lived a life

as your CoverGirl.

When I opened my eyes

To the truth

I had to remove the cover

No longer to live

The LIE

of your CoverGirl

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More stuff from my journal
July 24, 2005





You held me

You saw what I needed and you gently held me

You held my shoulders

You held my heart

You caressed it and you were gentle, kind, sweet, giving, honest, and pure with my heart

You sought that thing out just for the sole purpose of nurturing it to make it able to receive love

You saw me

I was rough and hard, yet sweet and gentle at the same time

You saw my rough edges

You saw my hard facade, yet you could also see the sweet and gentle spirit within

You saw me when I didn't want to be seen

You saw me in my fear and boldness and you saw me for me

You saw me


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Wednesday December 14, 2005 - 12:38pm (EST)

1st entry in Transferring stuff from 360

Poem from my journal July 24, 2005
You kissed me

You touched me

You reached down into me and found that which was hidden

You found what I tried to hide and protect from this cruel cold world

I'm writing again like I did many years ago.

Thank you for finding what is precious to me and caressing it as if it is precious to you as well.

I hesitate to say, but you found me, my essence, my being, my heart, the me that I didn't want others to see.

You found me.....


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Wednesday December 14, 2005 - 12:26pm

Something To Hold On To

Something To Hold On To

You gave me something to hold on to
That something is YOU

Before I was grasping for nothing
Nothing but air

But you
You gave me something to hold on to

I used to clench the sheets and squeeze the pillows
But Oh Baby!

You gave me something to hold on to
And that something was you

Reaching for air never appeased my needs
But your arms holding me ended my poverty

You gave me something to hold on to
And that something was you

Clasping the sheets left me yearning for more
But you in my arms settled the score

I needed something to hold on to
But I didn’t know that something was you

Effortlessly and Naturally

Effortlessly he sends me to heaven


Naturally I feel safe with him


Effortlessly he tickles my fancy


Naturally I am amused by him


Effortlessly he takes me to new heights


Naturally I am pleased and appeased


Effortlessly his touch and caresses soothe me


Naturally I am at peace with him


Effortlessly he rides the waves of my crescendo


Naturally I soar alongside him


Effortlessly his arms are a safe haven and engulf all of me


Naturally I am at home