Tag Archives: National Poetry month

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31 Mar

Jeremiah 29:11

“For I Know The Plans I Have For You “

For National Poetry Month! 

30 Apr

somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff 
not my poems or a dance i gave up in the street
 but somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff

like a kleptomaniac workin hard & forgettin while stealin
 this is mine/this aint yr stuff/
now why don’t you put me back & let me hang out in my own self

somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff ; didn’t care enuf to send a note home sayin 
i was late for my solo conversation
 or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts

what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on
a open market/ did you getta dime for my things/
hey man/ where are you goin wid alla my stuff/
to ohh & ahh abt/ daddy/ i gotta mainline number 
from my own shit/ now wontcha put me back/ & let
 me play this duet/ wit silver ring in my nose/
honest to god/

somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ 
& i didnt bring anythin but the kick & sway of it 
the perfect ass for my man & none of it is theirs 
this is mine/ ntozake ‘her own things’/ that’s my name
 now give me my stuff/ i see ya hidin my laugh/ & how i
s it wif my legs open sometimes/ to give me 
some sunlight/ & there goes my love my toes my chewed 
up finger nails/ niggah/ wif the curls in yr hair/
mr. louisiana hot link/

i want my stuff back/
my rhythms & my voice/ open my mouth/ & let me talk ya 
outta/ throwin my shit in the sewar/ this is some delicate 
leg & whimsical kiss/ i gotta have to give to my choice/
without you runnin off wit alla my shit/
now you cant have me less i give me away/ i waz
doin all that/ til ya run off on a good thing/

who is this you left me wit/ some simple bitch 
widda bad attitude/ i wants my things/
i want my arm wit the hot iron scar/ & my leg wit the
 flea bite/ i want my calloused feet & quik language back
in my mouth/ fried plantains/ pineapple pear juice/ 
sun-ra & joseph & jules/ i want my own things/ how i lived them/
& give me my memories/ how i waz when i waz there/
you cant have them or do nothin wit them/

stealin my shit from me/ dont make it yrs/ makes it stolen/
somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i waz standin
 there/ lookin at myself/ the whole time 
& it waznt a spirit took my stuff/ waz a man whose 
ego walked round like Rodan’s shadow/ waz a man faster
n my innocence/

waz a lover/ i made too much 
room for/ almost run off wit alla my stuff/
& i didnt know i’d give it up so quik/ & the one runnin wit it/
don’t know he got it/ & i’m shoutin this is mine/ & he dont 
know he got it/ my stuff is the anonymous ripped off treasure
 of the year/

did you know somebody almost got away wit me/
me in a plastic bag under their arm/ me 
danglin on a string of personal carelessness/ i’m spattered wit
 mud & city rain/ & no i didnt get a chance to take a douche/
hey man/ this is not your prerogative/ i gotta have me in my
 pocket/ to get round like a good woman shd/ & make the poem
in the pot or the chicken in the dance/

what i got to do/
i gotta get my stuff to do it to/
why dont ya find yr own things/ & leave this package 
of me for my destiny/ what ya got to get from me/
i’ll give it to ya/ yeh/ i’ll give it to ya/
round 5:00 in the winter/ when the sky is blue-red/
& Dew City is gettin pressed/ if it’s really my stuff/
ya gotta give it to me/ if ya really want it/ i’m 
the only one/ can handle it

—–By: Ntozake Shange.

To Poetry, my first love!

4 Apr










Watch “Visual Poetry: My Son The King” on YouTube

30 Apr

Visual Poetry: My Son The King: http://youtu.be/hfigVwK4vfI

My son and me in a moment. 🙂

These are the things we believe!  It only works when you believe.

Visual Poetry: Single Motherhood

30 Apr



Poetry: LOVE

25 Apr

What I never saw as love

came and showed me love

All that I’ve labeled as love

came & didn’t stay, but called it love.


Love was there during a time

but now it is no more

It’s OK to say it’s love

If it was love once before?


Love should never be a passing by

Like there is no ending to the sky


If we’re in it, we’re there

unless we never are


Love, it does not expire

Love, only is or it isn’t.

It grows, never dies.


Love is, and then it takes you higher. *



Visual Poetry: Single Life

19 Apr


Poetry In Motion/Visual Poetry titled “Single Life”


16 Apr

A poem I wrote a few years ago, which is one of my favorite pieces today! Let me know what you think.



By Veronica M. Benson


My girlfriend was around the other day when me and the Mr. had a falling out,

She shook her head and said how things happened between us, worried her & confirmed her doubts,

When he left the room she said I didn’t have a real man,
Because he admitted that it was his fault
And no man ever does that… She thought

She said..” he never argues with you when you’re dressed up to go out,
He never complains about the things u wear
And never tries to fight with you when he comes home & you’re not there”

Can’t you see he does not love you..she said

Because if he did, he would be more upset about the things that you did

“Dinner dates with us, a party every now & then
Late hours at work, the amount of money you spend”

“Attracting another guy’s eyes;
I mean, I never see u covering up the things you do with lies”… She said

“Don’t you ever feel that he’s paying no attention or that he doesn’t care,
When you do those types of things and he don’t grab you by your neck, or drag u by your hair..”

“I can’t go down the street to the corner store, and my man not trip
Because he says he never wants me far, times you’ve seen me with a swollen lip”

“You come & go as you please,
When if he loved u like my man love me, he’d have you on a leash..” She said

I don’t want to seem like I’m bragging, I know it’s to each its own

And I have no business in what’s going on in your home

I just worry because he might be playing you,
Out with other women, betraying u

He don’t choose your clothes or bust your nose

Smack you in front of friends or squeeze your arm in the presence of other men..

“I wonder, how can you see this as love?” She said

I haven’t spoken to my girlfriend, after she said what she said,

Two weeks after this conversation, my girlfriend was found dead


16 Apr

By Veronica M. Benson

We persevere

We push on

We press on

To continue to hold on without letting go of

A love that I dreamt of & have come to know

It’s not ordinary

Our circumstances,

Are demanding

Hard to handle

And to love all at once….

But We Do.

Love On The Clouds

16 Apr

By Veronica M. Benson


You took me to another time

Another part of your life

A rare, unique side of your world

From the moment I stepped foot out of the car,

No one was there but you and me

Surrounded by the brightness of the sun

A fresh, strong wind, pure air

Your hand, big & strong in mine

No one was there

You and I walked toward the newness of embarking on new experiences

We were looking into each others eyes

When there was a sign across the sky

that showed this day was marked

for you and I.

That said we, us, you & me

Together, are always at the right place at the right time.

When I remember the first

day we met

I look right where we are

and think of a sweet sweet past

that we will never forget.

This one day was different

we were so far away

from anything that could oppose us

or have opinion

The whole earth belonged only two us.

We walked on the water

danced on the moon

flew through the sky

made the grass & flowers

our bed

We listened to our love narrated

While God opened the book & read

Surprisingly, underneath all of our words

we found & said things that had never been said.