RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN

???

I’m

a lil’ girl

masking poetic words

using your reality

in a great ‘SMALL’ world

I cogitate your dreams

‘an’

pen

my mistakes

as though it may seam

but in reality

it’s all fake

‘Cos’

words fade

in the midnight

GONE

but never forgotten

tucked away

barely ‘outta’ sight!

Isn’t it a shame?

poetic thoughts

play these MIND games???

Dedicated to: Game changer

A B.A.D. Poem

All Rights Reserved@ October 17, 2016.

WRITERS BLOCK

Walkers walk

THE WALK,

while

talkers

talk; talks.

Why do I find it hard,

to re-write

the next line?

Brain freeze

caught dead

‘onna’

end street.

I’ve been there before,

‘wit’

Teena Marie

Déjà vu

12 midnight

words are no more.

Renee’s Poems with Wings

no longer take flight

but

Teena’s

song

‘sangs’ me

soulful delights.

I used and abused

words

therefore,

ears have NOT heard

the best of my worst,

‘an’

I’m to blame???

IGNORANT

to a poetic flow

riddled in shame

rhymed to mock

walkers walking 

THE WALK,

while

talkers

talking the talk.

Why do I find it hard

To re-write

the next line?

Brain freeze

Caught dead

‘onna’

end street.

I’ve been here before,

WRITERS BLOCK…

Oh yeah,

cogitates

memory loss

She says it loud

She’s silent

and proud

TRUE ‘DAT’

yet

writers block

has me quiet

as a

church mouse!

Dedicated to: Been here done this (don’t you remember?)

A B.A.D. Poem

All Rights Reserved@ October 16, 2016.

INBOX ME

She met him

on the computer

late night hours

in-boxing her

showers

of

‘luv’

hugs

plus,

‘sum’

kisses

galore

‘hidin’ behind

‘dat’ screen

of

sheltered scenes

rehearsing his lines

of

Disney world dreams

A false photo

accompanies

his lies

broken trust

(A six pack; YEAH RIGHT)

he masks an hides

‘dem’ other ‘girlz’

‘sellin’ ‘em’ dreams

and

deceits.

Where’s his pride?

Will someone tell her PLEASSSE!

Got her a

one-way ticket

flying ‘da’ friendly skies

to none other than

New York; New York

to finally meet

his beloved family

AND ALL!

First things first~~~

He injects you ‘sum’ dope

ON A ROPE

so you can cope

with

Time Square,

melting pots

Lights, camera, action

Weave in her hair

Braids everywhere

‘livin’ in a dump

red stilettoes shoes

911 blues

black as the night

high as the hills

let it do what it do baby

while

dangling you a ruse

pole swinging

Yeah

make no mistakes about it

‘dat’ be you.

Sporting

TWO

black eyeS

one at a time

‘wit’ cheap make up

looking like a fool

Didn’t momma forewarn you?

What a shame???

PRE-abuse

after abuse

after abuse!!!

Young ‘girlz’

listen

to me

(MOMMA’S DEAD RIGHT)

In-box messaging’s

NOT THE PLACE TO BE

You don’t know him by FB name

Rule #1

Sneaky conversations

ARE ALWAYS GAMES!

Rule #2

Meetings

turn you out

&

YOU’RE NEVER QUITE THE SAME!

Rule #3

ALWAYS TALK OPENLY

SO WISE EYES

CAN DISCERN

HIS MESS

THAT

YOU CANNOT SEE!

IN-BOXING’S ‘NOT’ THE PLACE TO BE

IF ONE’S TRULY SINCERE

THEY’LL TALK OPENLY

FOR THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD TO SEE!

Dedicated to: If home ain’t broke don’t let Mr. Jive ‘Talkin’ fix it!

A B.A.D. Poem

All Rights Reserved@ October 17, 2016.

RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN