BLM

Black is the color of my skin~

the difference

between you and me

Live life without fear my dream~

the difference

between you and me

Matter as a human being~

the difference

between you and me

~~~~~

Willing too accept change

Have love for our diversity

Indifference no longer acceptable

Together we can grow strong

Embrace ‘n respect our differences

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Poem by Leslé Honoré *

The lights are out at the white house

Made with enslaved hands

The lights are out at the white house

Pillar of stolen land

The lights are out at the white house

Because we have been at war

Battlefields soaked with our blood

Enemy from within our shores

The lights are out at the white house

A thousand points of oppression

Millions scream We Can’t Breathe

white supremacy the constant lesson

The lights are out at the white house

We elected a bigoted whore

While hope crumbles

The coward hid in bunker floors

The lights are out at the white house

democracy in darkness

Every time we filled it

With righteousness

It was met with rage

When it was most brilliant

When it’s legacy was change

america answered with a

Fascist clown

So the lights are out at the white house now

justice is in a perpetual sleep

fists reach toward the sky in defiance

Power is the Rhythm of the Protesters’

Marching feet

The lights are out at the white house now

Like the church isn’t pews or steeples

america isn’t the white house

It is an Uprising People

© Leslé Honoré 6/9/2020

*Note: Being from Chicago I became aquatinted with Leslé through a mutual friend (who would share Leslé‘s poetry on Facebook). I sent her a friend request explaining we had a mutual friend and was an admirer of her poetry. Leslé‘s poetry speaks for people of color, it has strength , it has pride, it has pain and it all digs deep into the heart. In time I found her to be a wonderful strong woman of color, who stands up for and serves her community as well. I admire her as a poet, now I admire as well for the beautiful human being she is. The link is to her website if you wish to read more of her poetry.

https://www.leslehonore.com/bio

Please do not reblog this without permission, she is a noted published copyrighted poet.

As always 🌎 ✌🏻 ❤️ we need it in today’s world more than ever.

Malcolm X’s – Police brutality is nothing new, it’s time for systematic change.

Eye View #12

welded

steel

bolts

hold

girders

together,

iron

beams

set

deep

within

concrete

base,

wooden

railroad ties

set vertically,

where

six horizontal

rails run

side by side,

three

electrified,

switching

tracks

between,

rail trains

run around

downtown

loop

since

1895

moving

shifting

travelers

in five

different

directions,

my

eye

view

just

sees

the

abstract.

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Photo and words by lg/eob

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Loop_(CTA)

Cherished Collection (tanka)*

grooved black vinyl disc~

spinning circular movement~

diamond tip travels~

elicits musical sounds~

long gone tunes ‘n songs of past

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*Note: I’ve always been eclectic in my musical tastes. I was never a mad fan of anyone band or artist, although I did have favorites. I’ve given some links to a few of the original vinyl albums I have. I’ve been dragging these around for years. If you ever had a collection of these you know how heavy they are. I hope you enjoy them.

PS My posts will be limited as I broke a finger and it takes forever to peck with one finger.

🌎 ✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Cherish” – May 18, 2020

Silence (tanka)*

emotional blues~

cries within wanting release~

struggles inside self~

battles daily twofold war~

harmony a fleeting thing

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*Note: Many fight depression, anxiety and bipolar conditions just to name a few on a daily bases. Mental health is a major issue for many on a good day, however with the Covid-19 quarantine it is even harder for some to deal with it. Even those without issues are finding it difficult to be isolated. If you know someone who might be struggling reach out, you don’t need to give advise, just let them know they aren’t alone. This video connected for me with my poem. 🌎✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.

PS. If you’re wondering I unplugged this week, I’ll catch up with all of you and your posts, I’ll be looking forward to reading, listening and seeing what you all are up to. Much love to all my fellow bloggers. 🙏🏼🦋🌹

https://amanpan.com/2020/05/11/eugis-weekly-prompt-harmony-may-11-2020/

Always in My Heart (tanka)*

flesh nor blood were yours~

arms encircled like a womb~

your love carried me~

delivered me to this world~

life’s joys I might not have known

lg/10052020

*Note: My Mom had so much love to give and couldn’t have children. She always said how lucky she was to be chosen to be my Mom and her prayers were answered. When all the time I was the lucky one that He sent her to me. My Mom loved roses and had a garden full of them. This year my daughter honored both of us by planting two identical rose bushes in her own garden (you can see it’s bloom in Eye View #3), I was deeply moved by this gift of remembrance and love.