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Crossing the Race Line | Bryn Fortey - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Crossing the Race Line | Bryn Fortey

come the late twenties
and music, particularly jazz
took some small steps
in crossing the race line
encouraging interracial performances

Italian/American Eddie Lang
born Salvatore Massaro
cut some 1929 duets with
African/American Lonnie Johnson
bringing together the two men
credited with giving the guitar
prominence as a solo instrument
though Lang had to be billed as
Blind Willie Dunn
to hide the fact he was white

around the same time
a white St Louis novelty jazz act
The Mound City Blue Blowers
featuring comb and tissue paper
and a suitcase for a drum
cut some sides with
well known jazz guests
one of which was
black tenor sax virtuoso
Coleman Hawkins
one of the first such recordings
to be issued

tiny steps maybe
but important in their own way

Dr. King Makes Me | G. Louis Heath - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Dr. King Makes Me | G. Louis Heath

Dr. King makes me
smell mint, yes he does.
You may call that sick
but it’s true. He makes me smell mint.
You may even say I’m oblivious,
insensitive, politically incorrect.
But mint had its way with me on April 4, 1968,
that day of days, that sorrow of sorrows.
I walked that day on campus past a mint garden
where I basked in the fragrance.
Soon I heard a radio on the street, words from Clio,
news flash burning away afternoon fragrance.
I could not believe what I heard.
A crazed bullet had martyred Dr. King.

Over the years, at Dr. King Birthday events,
I have smelled mint, stronger and stronger
as each year passes.

—–
On April 8, 1968, I was walking onto the University of California at Berkeley campus from where I lived at International House. Over the years, I had come to look forward to the spring fragrance of mint in a University garden. Just as I sauntered into the most intense mint fragrance, the shot heard round the world forever linked mint with the assassination of Dr. King for me.

Declaration of Independence | Renee' Drummond-Brown - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Declaration of Independence | Renee' Drummond-Brown

My ears done been through slavery. My wise
eyes done been through the Civil ‘WRITES’ Movement. My mouth’s been
through the 21st century. I pen ’em
like I see ’em and feels nothin’ in return.
Miss Lady Liberty has undressed me. Stolen all my funeral clothes. And
put my widowed dress on! Underneath
all that mean green; don’t get it twisted…she’s real
rusty. Jus’ like me. Sum rumored her
an Ace of THE Spade. But
I hear she sports a mean slave-men’s
ball and chain
???
In any event…No man is an island. But. The rusty
lady IZ. Come out of the closet gal.
And let yOUR freedom ring liberty
and justice for all!
Dedicated to: O’ Beautiful!
A RocDeeRay poem for our beloved B.A.D.
—–
Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is a poetess with experience in creative writing. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania. Renee’ is still in pursuit of excellence towards her mark for higher education. She is working on her seventh book and has numerous works published globally which can be seen in cubm.org/news, KWEE Magazine, Leaves of Ink, Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few. Civil Rights Activist, Ms. Rutha Mae Harris, Original Freedom Singer of the Civil Rights Movement, was responsible for having Drummond-Brown’s very first poem published in the Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., in Albany, GA. Renee’ also has poetry published in several anthologies and honorable mentions to her credit in various writing outlets. Renee’ has won and/or placed in several poetry contests globally and her books are currently eligible for nomination for a Black Book award in Southampton County Virginia. She was Poet of the Month 2017, Winner in the Our Poetry Archives and prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community in the past year. She graced the cover of KWEE Magazine in the month of May, 2016. Her love for creative writing is displayed through her unique style. Renee’ is inspired by none other than Dr. Maya Angelou; because of her, Renee’ posits, “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”

I Still Have a Dream | Vern Fein - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

I Still Have a Dream | Vern Fein

It comes as a stark reminder in a text snapshot,
My infant grandson, sprawled smiling on the stone block in D.C.:
I have a dream,
The great King’s legacy.
When I was born, there was no articulated dream.
Only the dream in the hearts of those who could not speak it.
The arrogant looks, beatings, shootings, lynchings.
My parents, unawares, could not dream.
Now, my son, the father of my grand boy, can dream.
He placed his wriggly son on that sun-drenched stone today.
Yes, Dr. King, my grandson may well walk hand and hand with your great-granddaughter.
Not for everyone yet.
But I still have a dream.

Wanda | Roy Pullam - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Wanda | Roy Pullam

Your control
Ran cool and deep
As you spoke
To power
They wanted you
To scrap and bow
As others
Of your skin
Color did
How they
Resented your opinions
That turned
Their necks red
But emptied your spleen
Words
Black men
Swung for
Years before
But words
A free
Black woman
Confirmed by right
Stiffened in resolve
By injustice
You would not accept
I smiled
At your courage
How hot the truth
The unexpected scald
That helped them
Find their place

Ain’t No Tiptoe through the Tulips! | Renee Drummond-Brown - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Ain’t No Tiptoe through the Tulips! | Renee Drummond-Brown

I walk tall and carry a bic pen.
I walk hard.
I walk proud.

I walk for them boyz
who can’t breathe no mo.

I WALK LOUD!
I WALK MAD (AS HELL)!!
CAUSE I GOTTA BLACK SON!!!

Dedicated to: Do you gots soft shoes on? Now dats what I’m talkin bout…WALK HARD!

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