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Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar…… a modified cinquain form

NATIVE BEAUTY- dVerse Poet Pub

Thank you humanity, I am blessed to keep
a natural hair……said, no one ever…..
for time greys the golden locks

No crown is more regal than a consecrated
natural hair
her barriers a mere façade;
whiles just her afro hair construe with
water, stray and shea but’er

Locks twisted into bantu knots
then to a clinch congealed triumphs
with faint whisper and gentle sweep behind ear;
she ignores totems from Nubia to Olmec
and zooms into “native beauty”

Swinging her fingers into it;
is what she loves to do most
hubris……..heaven yes…….
tall guys with cute laughs, deep voices
and a messy hair attracts better
so do girlies with natural looks
they’re pegged with native beauty!


Posted for dVerse hosted by Anthony:
writing about Hair



Tonight, I am six again, and your
hands hold me shivering there,
anchored to your shoulders,

Your eyes still gazed at me
as though I am on a toddler’s mission
fallen to the floor at the verge of
taking my first step

navigating waters lapping now my
knees, your chest, rising like the
storm’s dark curse. Now here, your

heart leap to my salvage
then an innocent smile divided my lips
what an apple of the day I was with your

gnarled hand in mine, in prayer,
I bow my head and thank what
vagrant providence gave me you –

I may not remember everything you’ve done for me
but I will definitely remember how special you make me feel
To me, no duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks

if only for this briefest time, this
night – who laddered me to higher
ground, my weathered ark, my rock.

And for being the Mom that you are, I pray for you tonight;
may you have everything you’ve ever wished for and always
be blessed Mom……..permanecer bendita, Mama(Spanish)
Yes mommy, I love you dearly……si, mama soy tee quire mucho(Spanish)

An acrostic poem for dverse poets pub. Brian Miller is tending the bar to break some rules. I most times feel reluctant to follow the prompts, since I mostly miss it. But then, I try to join in again. I may have not got it right but still wish to give it a try anyway. After all, isn’t trying again and again that makes one perfect? I have decided to add some few line to “FLOODWATERS” by Samuel Peralta, where I can submit to MTB.

Please note; all italicized lines are from the originator’s ink but the non-italicized ones are my made up.

Copyright (c) Samuel Peralta. All rights reserved.

you’ve learned another secret about me

My point– we- as in you and I– have to use our common sense and our hearts as guides us to what is and what isn’t right for us. My fav.

Tilly Rivers

Dear World– It’s me Tilly

I have found myself rather sentimental a lot  this year; and if possible, I’ve been thinking even more. And when I  say “if possible”—– trust me- I am a thinker. I think, analyze and think again.

So why has this come upon me with a vengeance? Is this because I am creeping ever closer to my 50th year of life? Is it just because of where I am in life’s cycle? Or is it… just…because?

We call people “sentimental” when they express unusually strong emotional attachments to events, objects, places, eras and beliefs. There are articles out there that say being too sentimental is harmful, but then there are articles on how to roast a variety of different bugs and ants for dinner- and thank you but no, while I like to consider myself an adventurous eater, I will pass on the deep-fried…

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Ten Pebbles for tenWord- dVerse

Hubris, suffice to say wandering how
I’m going to pick up my ten
Precious pebbles to complete the puzzle
But here I am with ten stones in my palm

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Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
Of wit and charm, of personality,
with tender care, you entered
and added comfort, love,
warmth, and meaning to my life

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If you ever felt I forgot and didn’t care about you
Please let me pulse right here
To share my gratitude; thanks for being the friend you’re

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Give value to my opinionated tongue
And I will sincerely return the goodwill
Let’s share burdens for peace of mind
For love bridges

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When the ink runs out
I will end my nine lessons
Plus one carol, all bottled up to ten

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Too many needless pain have prinked me
No further will I go
I will return dissolved in my tears tomorrow,
If I’m not able to find my pieces today!

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Petit-a-petit the times will be right again
But in the interim; I’ll be here for you
Should you need someone to lean on
Let me be your friend anchor

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For day and night, I lay awake in my thoughts
sighing your missing touches of love
I wait upon your return so u could cure me
from acute reminiscing

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Dear 2015 resolution, kindly note that
I have more work to do; hard work
frighten work, uncertain work and unending work
Please tighten your belt for me; my happiness depends on u!

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Hey, you there, I wish u the jingly jolly
joys of this new year’s breeze;
says, my fin prickle last pebble!

Written for dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar: one, two, three …tenWord!
writing prompt. Go here to read the other dVerse poets who participated.