Thursday, February 1, 2018

RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN


RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

THE SWING

His mansion has
oak stairs. A southern
flare. The ghost of my past also
resides here.

The sounds of torture echoes like
plantation shutters swinging em’
to N’ fro.
As I polish his silverware. The floors
crack. The walls
speak; who lives here? Certainly
not me!

THAT dirt drivewayhouses
my DNA. The open door is locked. I enter
from the back to cook
his menus plus
add me some fat-back. My minds
on that auction block. Those slave ships. Moses
parting THAT Red Sea for me. Gotta’ get back
to work; cause, I don’t wanna’ swing. No!
Not on this day.No! Not me. All
my clean windows see
“THAT”
infamous SHOW tree. Reminding us
O’
that swings plea. To make sure
you hang-em’ on high for
Massa’s sake and the picture-perfect imagery. I’m jus’
a passer by; til’ my turn to swing. Until then,
I’ll jus’ keep on telling; while keeping it clean.


Dedicated to: Self Preservation is the law of the land

A B.A.D. poem
No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. Copyrighted@ AuthorHouse Publishing Company-“SOLD: To the HIGHEST BIDDER” book (pg. 160-161). All Rights Reserved@REVISED-December 30, 2017.






WALK ON BY

Thank you, God, that my vessel
floats in the midnight hour
to itsown tunes of non-rhythmic an’
rhymeless rhymes; seasoned
in Ecclesiastical spirit-filled times. Bothering
no-one as their
storm clouds DO rise as their
strong winds…theyDO blow.Jilted by all O’ them.
Sinking fast.Drowning in their sickening
sea of sinS forsaken by not so wannabe kin. Folk that is. But B.A.D. said
look to the hills from which my ONLY help can come. Walk on
the water anyhow away from them to Him. Set your eyesNOT
off of Him as they drown in their
own
designated for you sins. Step ov’r
them. Look to the hills from which your help comes and skip
onto the straight an’ narrow path unto Him.And only
in Him, will I cast these cares.
Alone.
For He cares for me.
Feel me?



B.A.D., I nev’r learned
to swim, butI sense the rhythm of the strokes.

Dedicated to: I sensethe rhythm of the strokes;but nev’r learned to swim.

A RocDeeRay poem
No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. Copyrighted@ AuthorHouse Publishing Company. All Rights Reserved@January 3, 2018.






FATHER DEAREST

You raised 2 wonderful boys. Played with them
and
their Fao Schwarz expensive toys. Taught em’
to crawl, walk, talk and think. Taught em’
to ride a bike, walk trails and go on
long, loong, looong hikes. Walked em’
to school when missing their bus. Ev’n pulled out
thatvery first tooth and such; took em’
for weekly ‘costly’haircuts.

Worshipand prayer time
was ALWAYS in demand between you
and them. YOU helped em’
with homework; solely responsible for their A’s! Even
coachedtheir soccer, basketball, baseball and AAU teams! Drove em’
to their first dance and then taught em’
to drive, before, buying em’
BOTH cars.
GO YOU…
FATHER DEAREST, ‘YOU’ ARE DEFINITELY ‘THE’ SUPERSTAR
OF SUPERSTARS!

You taught em’ to dress. 2 piece,
black double breasted suits; worn down their chest. Sharp
as a tack. Two 6ft. 2 men all dressed
in black. You taught em’ to explore,
travel the world and YOU
even went on their individual college tours. You taught em’
to cover up and how NOT to get a girl pregnant!
Whew!Now I’m impressed!!
THAT
IS BOTH
RESPONSIBLE and PO-WER-FUL yet!!!
GO YOU!!!!

You ev’n said grace before they ate. You made
boyz’ to men as such;
great job
STEP-DAD OF THE YEAR!
BUT.
 I GOTTA’ HUNCH
YOUR BIOLOGICAL “NATURAL” SONS
GOT NONE OF “THAT”TIME NOR YOUR LOVE!
What ‘YOU’ think; what’s up?

Dedicated To: Go YOU!Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap!

A RocDeeRay and B.A.D. Poem
No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved@ December 30, 2017.

RENEE DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’DRUMMOND-BROWN, is an accomplished poetess with experience in creative writing. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania. Renee’ is still in pursuit of excellence towards her mark for higher education. She is working on her sixth book and has numerous works published globally which can be seen in cubm.org/news, KWEE Magazine, Leaves of Ink, Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few. Civil Rights Activist, Ms. Rutha Mae Harris, Original Freedom Singer of the Civil Rights Movement, was responsible for having Drummond-Brown’s very first poem published in the Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., in Albany, GA. Renee’ also has poetry published in several anthologies and honorable mentions to her credit in variouswriting outlets. Renee’ won and/or placed in several poetry contests globally and her books are eligible for nomination for a Black Book award in Southampton County Virginia. She was Poet of the Month 2017, Winner in the Our Poetry Archives and prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community in the past year. She has even graced the cover of KWEE Magazine in the month of May, 2016. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style and her work solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “StillIwrite, I write, and I’ll write!”


2 comments :

  1. I have to say how I admire you .. You write for you for the people, for the world.. you are so original .. You are magnificent .. so inspiring.. and I thank you for that..
    Magnificent poetry as always..

    Debbie brooks Langford

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    1. Thank you my sister/author Deborah Brooks Langford, for your supporting role on social media for authors like me across the globe, but mainly, for encouraging my writing journey!!! Writing for the multitude is no easy task...nonetheless, I thank you for allowing my wings to rest on your shoulders! Forever your Pittsburgh author Renee' Drummond-Brown (Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight).

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