"So, he departed from there, and found Elisha the son of Shaphat, who was plowing with twelve yoke of oxen before him, and he was with the twelfth. Then Elijah passed by him and threw his mantle on him."1 Kings 19:19
Upon My Head
What power we possess to speak some good.
A human spoken word can cause event.
The tongue’s command is clearly understood.
“I declare upon my head her mantle’s sent.”
The mantle of this poet renown “I claim.”
I say, “her glory known will soon be mine.
Upon my life will rest her joy and fame,
from free verse poems and also those that rhyme.”
These words I speak in “spirit and in truth,”
as Maya rests in Heaven’s home of verse,
welcomed well with Wordsworth, Wheatley, Hughes.
this bird whose cage, a blessing not a curse.
May power be possessed within the tongue,
that has uplifting words to help someone.
11/19/24/ N.A.
Phillis
A slave bought by rich man named John Wheatley lived with his family
She had 3 children
Married a man who treated her badly
Lover of books and words was taught how to read and write a very bright child
Who felt sad when her host adopted family died leaving her all alone
Had her book of poetry published in England, published in 1773
Came back to America wrote a poem General George Washington
All her life she wanted to be in a family, publishing of her poems works
Resident of Boston Massachusetts
Wheatley
6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
her name is Phyllis now
she was captured as a child
rounded up like cattle
arrived on a slave ship
was sold to a rich family
they taught her to read
and to write
she took their religion
and their language
she learned to speak of her soul
And she threw in Jesus
her savior
Phyllis Wheatley
First published African Poet in Western Literature
She came on a slave ship
Another good friend I lost today
Kathy Wheatley Bowen I will see you again
I treasure the times we had together
Those memories I will always remember
So many loved you and many tears will be shed
Each drop a lost thought of you
Time still moves but it stopped on this day
The day my friend Kathy
Passed away!
40 years of tears in just one day
01/05/2020
P-oet
H-as
I-magined
L-ovely
L-ines
I-n
S-ublime
W-ords
H-aving
E-xpressed
A-mazing
T-houghts
L-ike
E-xcellent
Y-ou
Topic: Poet (Phillis Wheatley)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
She loved her forty-two year old boy, so completely,
He was her obedient little guy,
His actions never made her sigh or cry.
She was glad to fold his laundry ever so neatly.
The arrangement was not one hundred percent sweetly,
As his dad was not totally on board.
Tried to move junior out, on his own accord.
To a studio apartment over in Wheatley.
Mama thought she could keep her baby rather neatly,
But he ran off with a bossy looking dame.
Who was soon wearing the family’s good name.
Now they’re living with Mom, in her basement, discreetly.
I pray for the little ones who suffer and cry
In the hands of demons here on earth.
Parents who do not care if they live or die
Who never gave love, they just gave birth.
My heart bleeds with pain and this I ask
May God protect them, take them in His care.
Evil can wear its vile parental mask
And in cruel abuse take their life there.
I pray that this hidden crime be exposed,
That men be aware of the children's plight.
Move all men's heart, in Justice imposed,
Stand for poor children and for what's right.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~03.05.16
( Inspired by the tragic stories of Ayeeshia Jane Smith, a toddler who died from lacerated heart caused her stepfather who stomped his foot on her chest, and Daniel Pelka (starved by his parents) Alexa Wheatley (beaten to death by her father Carl ) Nastya Meshcheryakova (who was beheaded by her nanny)
Your innocent eyes have seen Evil,
From someone who should have loved you.
But he just beat your poor body at will,
So much pain you must have gone through!
Nobody heard your hidden cries,
Nobody saw your many awful bruises.
A child can only take so much and she dies,
From the weight of abuse and violence.
What kind of a monster took you, Alexa?
You were so pure and meek, an angel.
Now heaven has saved you from that dilemma-
Your pain is gone, I know you are well.
I hope with all my heart, to see
That Justice be given for your untimely death.
No more Alexas will suffer and be-
Victims of the monsters that Evil begets.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~05.11.15
(Alexa Wheatley was a 4-year old child who died from extreme blunt trauma caused by her father who beat her up to death after he lost his temper.)
REMEMBER WHEATLEY
You called me dear a pagan land
When all my big sons in hand
In prayers fully drowned Allah they
Often quoted in their fated disarray
To the New World. Their masters
In true myths to rule were teachers.
Haley in his lively Roots with tear
I always read quotes not all beer
And skittles he brazenly brought
From your elders in boats caught.
Wheatley dear do you still bear
Grudges for the silent conspiracy
That drove you wildly westward
Launching to life my bankruptcy?
My freed sons deeming untoward
What happened to us backward
On me drew limitless churches
Some synagogues and mosques
Called Jehovah, God and Allah
In unison with molten voices risen.
Black as Cain is Christians’ view
For Islam in piety all men differ
The white as godly then thought
Even in books we are all taught
Was the settlers’ cunning taunt.
For black’s e’er painted diabolic
To mar the race’s true record as
Luther King pointed in thesaurus.
Remember Wheatley dear
In the West or in the East the least
We can say dear men are equal.
Douala, November13, 2014
JAAFAR SADIG EL WAAD
Hello my name is Keith Edward Baucum.
I am a black male who was born on the
day of July 10, 1982.
I'm the youngest out of my mother's seven
children.
I am from Laurinburg North Carolina. I
still live in Laurinburg North Carolina.
My interests are education, poetry, African
American studies, African culture,
literature, visual arts.
My favorite poets are Marcus Garvey,
Phillis Wheatley, Tupac Shakur, Langston
Hughes, Maya Angelou, Paul Laurence
Dunbar, and Countee Cullen.
I would like to publish a book of poems,
stories, quoets, and writings.
I am 31years old and as single as one can
be.
I have no children.
The type of music I like are hip-hop, R&B,
rap, soul music, reggae music, and gospel
music.
I'm a Christian and I'm a black
nationalist
My mailing address is po Box 792
Laurinburg North Carolina 28352
Written by Keith Edward Baucum Aka Red
Seven aka The Brown
Philosopher aka The Green Poet
If at one point that i could blink,
And in that blink i could be away,
Away anywheres else,
Where would i pick,
I would pick tomorrow,
I would want to go into a new place,
A new day,
A new adventure,
I wouldn't want to be in today,
I would want to go to tomorrow!
"Close your eyes and click your heels" contest
by nicole wheatley
chefn2010