Tag: adults
member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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July 16, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
I dreamt this poem. This is the only poem I ever remember dreaming. I had and do occassionally dream phrases, concepts, or inexplicable inspirations. She is beautiful. We're still friends. . . .
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July 27, 2007 06:15 PM EDT --
I know Gatherers prefer shorter poems but this is an experiment that I couldn'tsay no to. I've done something unusual with a standard form just to see how it would work. . . .
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August 06, 2007 04:32 PM EDT --
Burning away the gentle fog of youthful remembrances is the harshness of being a Black man over sixty years old in America. I lost my youth in junior high school when we began the too oft repeated internment . . .
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September 06, 2007 09:24 PM EDT --
January wrapped its frigid arms around us. We raised our thick, woolen collars to keep her breath from slithering down our necks. The patrol wagon’s windows still held the winter’s icy visage . . .
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September 08, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
My parents determined that everyone should perform some form of labor for the good of the family. You may call them chores but we called them jobs and I had one as long ago as I can remember. I had bathroom . . .
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December 04, 2007 09:06 PM EST --
As I walked home from work today, somewhat intoxicated by poems I've read today, this little ditty came bouncing in so I thought I'd give it to you even before it might have matured. . . .
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September 11, 2007 07:36 PM EDT --
H. Rap Brown, dark glasses and beret, stood on the roof on a store next to the Dexter Theater and asked the incendiary question: what will a penny buy? The chorus, well attuned to the tragedy . . .
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August 27, 2007 02:55 PM EDT --
the just released
recently patented
obviously marvelous
revolutionary MRI
(moral resonance imaging machine)
can reveal the pithy core
of every conundrum
the hidden resolution
of every enigma . . .
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November 26, 2007 07:09 PM EST --
When he closes his eyes
a fold of wizened skin slips quietly
to rest atop another tender pleat
then another and then yet another
until restive becomes settled
as lethargic . . .
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November 30, 2007 07:53 PM EST --
jealousy plots deeds
gardens embrace in blind faith
green seeds' histories
dining on bitter salads
empties the heart of peace
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August 28, 2007 12:15 AM EDT --
The sky crackles swollen streams of flames twisting
Tumbling, growling agitated airborne rivers
That scream indignantly
At our impudence, tongues lashing insults at all things
Even remotely combustible . . .
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September 02, 2007 03:22 PM EDT --
One of the more famous streets in the history of the Blues is Maxwell Street in Chicago, Illinois. It may not be as famous as Beale Street but the music we know today as R & B, Rock & Roll, the . . .
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July 17, 2007 05:04 PM EDT --
The Butterfly’s Burden (Arabic & English translation)
Mahmoud Darwish
I am pleased to introduce you to a great contemporary poet, Mahmoud Darwish. First, however, as poets, the following . . .
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July 28, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
More from Taha Muhammad Ali
I’ve selected a poem entitled “Tea and Sleep” published in “So What.” This poem demonstrates how tender the ground on which poets often . . .
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December 07, 2007 02:43 PM EST --
Their city as metaphor:
The New World
Shone brightly in their sleepy eyes
Such that those who built it, willingly and not,
Became invisible as black . . .
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August 14, 2007 11:59 PM EDT --
If you've paid your dues by reading my poetry, you'd have noted that I spent the summer months in 1976 in Northern Nigeria, specifically, Kano.
I learned a great deal during that summer. For . . .
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July 09, 2007 10:22 PM EDT --
The reports of my death
have been greatly exaggerated
for I am legend among uncle tom fooleries
and bamboozling hustlers
I thrive in the cavernous souls of many
I live among nappy-headed visions . . .
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