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As strokes of inspiration continue to pour my heart and soul ontopaper once more, it's not of any surprise realization that poetry ISmy passion. Poetry SHOULD be my profitable career... not just inhopes of a career full of monetary profits but in wanting need of acareer full of endless inspirations that challenge, guide, question…all notions of this life we live… a career which allows me tocontinually flourish in heart, spirit, and mind.

For whenever life throws its curveballs, for better or for worse...you, dear poetry… I forever turn to. For years I’ve endlesslyprofited in the wealth of knowledge you’ve bestowed upon me,slaving hours on end, sacrificing sleep for gratification ofsatisfaction sought and found within the walls of your writtensanctions, immersing my whole being in pools of poetic thoughtsurfacing from beneath heartfelt emotions.

No more do I wish to humor, in disheartening fashion, the notionthat I must cloak this wanting need of a career of greaterfulfillment, grounded by an unending passion forever taking abackseat, where dreams lay in wait as passengers to morepressing matters at hand… the survival of one’s living situationsmust rest in hands of monetary profits, the driving force that getsus through to the next day, but how many more times must I pullthe emergency brake that halts the continuation of a dream I’mforever chasing?

Unwillingly I find myself searching for… accepting… jobs of whichalmost anyone of any skill… can seem to possess. The truth athand, the truth that drives my inner core to swerve and changelanes when possible is… I desire to be the Waldo of the workingworld, the one who stands out, noticed by one and all for theunique talent I possess, a talent that although similar to some,always remains different and unique to me and only me. Yet, as Icontinue to join the ranks of the working elite, somehow I stillmanage to blend in, becoming less and less the Waldo one finds…

Inherently, I’ve always known… poetry SHOULD be my profitablecareer! Profitable in inspirations of written sanctions fascinatinglyflourishingly the growth of my heart, spirit, and mind whileproviding me the best of both worlds, where I for once could havemy cake and eat it too… profitable poetry which sustains this life Ilive monetarily…

The value of life living meets the value of passion lived!

Profitable Poetry

These walls are closing in on meBlinded by darkness, I walk forwardaimlesslyThrough a long, dark tunnel gropingmy wayTowards a light I seek of brighterdays

I’m trapped in a place, where there’sno going backBittered by truth that what once was,now resides in the pastThe future I’m unable to foresee,now hangs in the balanceLike that of this tunnel I travel,through life’s next challenge

While navigating the darkest of life’stunnelsI’ll try not to let myself, become toofearfulOf a fate that has always been out ofmy controlWherever my story leads next, Godhas planned the road

I must trust in the life I’ve been givento liveTrust in the challenges that shallhold me captiveAs I learn to search and reach for thelightThat breaks me free, out of mydarkest plight

Where perseverance, hope, and faithShall prove that anything good, isworth the waitFor this is all you need to reach forthat lightShining brightly at the end, whereyou and destiny unite

Reach for the Light

COPYRIGHT © 2012 Easter Dodds

Poet Speak Magazine, Pg. 4

DODDSA romantic at heart (who resides in Virginia),her love of poetry stems from her passion forwriting poetry. Experiences help shape hercrafted words of wisdom about love &relationships and life's varied experiences.Her extensive collection of poems found itsroots during her high school years and shehas continued writing for over 16 years thusfar. Writing is most certainly in her genes, forher father's a poet as well! Discover some ofher poetic pieces published in Magnapoets(July 2010); Illogical Muse (Fall 2010); PoetSpeak (Issues #3, #5, and #8). You can alsofind her posting articles from time to timeabout the local poetry scene in HamptonRoads, VA as the Chesapeake PoetryExaminer on Examiner.com. Look her up onExaminer.com or join her Facebook Page toperuse her articles. "My poetry's a diary, Ishare with the world" and she hopes herpoetry finds its way into the hearts of many!Her dream: to one day publish books of herpoetry. Contact her:poeticpisces@yahoo.com.

Layoffs and job loss and creditors scowlingForeclosures looming while healthcare is cloudyCongress keeps fighting, all they do is shoutThese are the things I can sure live without

Gold digging people with values misledA football commissioner with rocks in his headHandouts and bailouts for those who have cloutThese are the things I can sure live without

Pedophile coaches and crooked policemenPoliticians abusing their elected positionsFiremen and teachers barely making ends meetThese are the things that make me feel so down-beat

With the new yearWe can switch gearsAnd turn wrong to rightDo what we can to turn things aroundWe’ll make our future bright

Things I Can Live Without

Don’t bring me flowersThey’ll only shrivel and dieDon’t buy me jewelryIt won’t catch my eyeCandy is uselessClothes are a boreBoots, shoes and handbagsI’ll only leave on the floorIf you want to impress meThis season of givingYou can give what I wantThe only thing I’ve been wishingQuality time, a day we can shareThe value is pricelessNothing else can compareCandlelit dinner, a movie or showIce skating, comedy, anything goesMaterial thingsCan get lost, bent or brokenBut time spent togetherCan never be stolenThe day that we shareWe’ll remember foreverThe most valuable giftOne we always will treasure

Holiday Gifts

The mood outside was scaryMy soul was weak and weary

But now that your love has shownLet it grow! Let it grow! Let it grow

We’ve gotten ourselves togetherHandled all kinds of weather

Through peaks and hills so lowLet it grow! Let it grow! Let it grow!

When we’re bundled up close and tightEnjoying the sounds of the storm

Making love by candlelightDo whatever we can to stay warm

Put another log on the fireCan’t come close to our desire

I never want to let you goLet it grow! Let it grow! Let it grow!

Let It Grow

COPYRIGHT © 2012 Wendy D. Granger

Poet Speak Magazine, Pg. 6

DGRANGERWendy Darlene Granger - I was born inWashington, DC on January 31st thesecond of 4 children (eldest daughter) toJames and Darlene Granger (deceased).We moved to Upstate NY when I was 7where for the next 9 years I developed mylove for reading and nature. Eventuallymoving back to Maryland the middle of mySophmore year in High School, I graduatedand then attended Virginia State Universityas an English Major. I have a wonderful 23year old daughter and am very happilydivorced. I still love to read, cook, visitmuseums, listen to old school music andspend time with friends and family.

email: wdg6731@yahoo.com

It took me a momentTo crawl out of bed;

I just wanted to lie thereAnd regret,

Question every plotThat God had set..The pain was sour-

Potent and tart;How could a man go on

While bearing the burdensOf my heart?

The wind was brutal,The waves had no compassion;

One would thinkThat staying indoors

Would have been my best reaction..But, what good would it have done-Fleeing from the storms direction

When one must make itThrough the rain

In order to encounter a blessing..And I want every blessing

That the storm has to reveal;One would never

Appreciate happinessIf every step of the journeyWas designed to appeal..

It took me a momentTo build the courage

To face the tribulations ahead;But conquering the storm

Has more to offerThan rolling in the sympathy

Of my bed

Conquering the storm

And it occurred to me that it was time

For me to come to terms with myself

And stop fighting so diligently

To please everyone else..

I had to learn to stand alone

In order to figure out

Just where I belong..

You can't find a solution

If you're flooded with opinions;

And you'll never be happy

If you never make your own decisions..

And I wanted to be happy,

I wanted to be content;

I separated myself from everyone

And the time was well spent..

I found my voice,

I found new dimensions of beauty

Within my face;

And though I will probably never

Have all of the answers,

There is nothing like

Being free to make your own mistakes

And it occurred to me…

COPYRIGHT © 2012 Kentrell Blanche

Poet Speak Magazine, Pg. 8

EBLANCHE

When the question being asked, “What pushesyou to want to reach out to others with yourpoetry?”, I must come clean with my selfishnessand admit to the fact that it is seldom that Iwrite anything to entice the minds, hearts, orsouls of others. Though I am extremely gratefulfor all of the positive energy that I receive fromothers, I write to soothe my own soul and tomaintain my own peace of mind. Sometimes,life can be all too much to handle; it is primarilythrough writing poetry that I can be true tomyself as far as my most inner emotions, aswell as opinions in any given situation.

I believe that many of us lose ourselves due tothe fact that we often get so caught upattempting to put on a show for others. In orderto receive salvation, we must first learn toexpress our yearning for peace in our lives. Andwhat better way to express one’s truths thanthrough poetry?

Contact: kentrell.blanche@yahoo.com

Asheley: Stressing has been messing with my intelligenceBy depressing my cognitive reasoning andSeasoning my life with uncertainty…

Yvonne Scott Queenfloledgend: Uncertainty is a part of We and the biggest part of Me....I Need toovercome this stress...For I was born blessed....I know that with life’s' challenges I must pass thistest...Worry is not of the holy book...It is better to take a deeper look...at the situation athand...follow my future footsteps as planned...Reach my arms to the Heavens above...Embrace myfirst love...Feeling depressed ...but...I know that I am blessed…

Dante' Morgan: In the midst of this fire, golden vest is required. A soldier even bolder for my GODwho I admire. I kneel in this pain, standing in this rain, afflicted and diminished but in my heartmy soul I rage. I cry to the heavens with pain agony and hurt. I see the death all around each dayyet for him in my heart I search. I feel his mighty embrace, his words scan my mind, in my heart heis there even though I'm bare and I know it is in his time. My sword is steady and ready, eyes tearywith a heart heavy. Through it all even when I fall, even through it all I know right now for he I amready....to know his name.

Asheley Brown:..and by learning His name I realize that my name will change no longer being calledthe lost but by a Sure Hand I am Found...Weary of being Bound by my own misguided notions nolonger allowing others to mix and formulate and create poisonous potions that I don't need in thisLife that is mine. Taking a stand and drawing the Line. Forcing my Image in the mirror to Reflectthe Inner Me, Not necessarily the Better Me, but the Honest ME…

Dante' Morgan: I learned from the womb, the strife that consumed by mind until I was free.Unbound when I was found no more poisons around as me & my brethren too now can see.Reflections can get blurred even when I am not yet still I am sure....he loves me regardless evenflawed cause I am never flawless, less I flaw seeking perfection.

Easter 'Poetik Desire' Dodds: For perfection is in the eye of the beholder, lying amidst the realms ofimperfections we see in our reflections of life seasoned with such uncertainty. How can one learn tocorrect flaws masked in stress which keeps one depressed, where reasoning waits in shadows,clouded by negative vessels which rattle the deepest caverns of our heart and soul? Learning...comes from a knowledgeable growth, within a mind stroked through divine intervention. A belief ina higher power may make some cower but for those who strive to overcome flawless imperfections,by believing in Him, He who sees a shining light of perfection in all, one may come to finally findperfection within one's own reflection...

Shantell Cooper: The Uncertainty is the Restraints that I Confine Myself when I'm Not Conscious,BUT HOW do I get By When I Only Have a Heart That Is Bottomless... My Mission is That of aEpidemic, Adhere To the Cause that keeps Me From Being a Schizophrenic... Yet Depression Won'tDeny Me, I CLOSE my Eyes And Let the Memories Defy Me.…

Dante' Morgan: Memory lane I see my life's accidents, mistakes dreams broken in fragments. My subconscious speaks when I am less to the bottom yet the fall feels bottomless, I promise this....I willmake it.

Soldier Tales (Part 1, Soldier On)

Poet Speak Magazine, Pg. 10

Shantell Cooper: As Fragments Fall We Pick Up The Pieces, MY Life On Display my Mind Is MyThesis... Promises Kept Yet some get Broken, The Heirloom I wear is A Offical Token... CROSS theRoad with the Fork that Sit, CAN'T Turn Back Now Nawwwh This is It.…

Easter 'Poetik Desire' Dodds: For through all the uncertainty, of one thing I'm certain.. the sun willonce again shine through the passing storm, my lifeline once more… realigned. Drenched in tearsof stressed out fears, these challenges I must face through each coming year, become the memorieswhich strengthen the bonds which once kept me broken. Basking in the sun of life’s resolutions, allproblems stemmed from a raging storm are brought into light to be reformed. Rising from theashes, reaching for the stars, mistaken dreams fragmented, shall become destiny’s tokenedheirloom of promises spoken to overcome epidemics of melancholic states we’re often drawn tomimic.

Dante' Morgan: The mimicry gets to me when I seek my thesis to re-write these inked pages andcollect the broken pieces without releases my voice falls deaf leaving me speechless. I have to say itagain to myself steadily as I repeat this, still in silence striving to achieve this thing calledrelinquish. The strength of bonds that shackle my arms keeping me warm with cold steel in thisstorm and yet I still keep pushing on. Watching the broken tokens and accolades spoken and stilleach day and night I keep hoping...to see his face for a soldier that has lost his way...no more to day,knees to the ground prostate bowing my head I pray. Still and still in patience waiting for him tosay...my name.

Easter 'Poetik Desire' Dodds: Yes.. speak of my name, the only sound which breaks this deaf voicespoken in silent cries. Relinquish me of that which burdens my inked pages seeking re-writtenescapes from within bound cages. Speak of my name… never shall I be called by the name “LOST”,the one who wanders this world aimlessly, struggling to remain untamed by the devils of thisearth… let me be known by the name “FOUND”, for within Him my faith resides, He is the soldierof the night pushing me through each storm, finding my lost destiny for me…

Dante' Morgan: With swords wings to daylight brings I soldier on. Whence the broken cage springsforth life no longer aimlessly I soldier on. Found with a whale shattering the confounds of silence, Isoldier on. As he that pushes thee, be it true as I see he too pushes me to soldier on. As the battlefield lay spilled from those that dwell in the ilk from night times of satin sheets and silk, reeking ofspoiled milk I soldier on. Soldiers facing a storm that faces and rages to carry on, the shelter withinhim till the end to carry on, he touches my mind my heart as I dig deep to barely morn. The lostdays in so many ways and with each prayer I pray...for my sisters and brothers even those fromanother I soldier on...to find what was too lost in order for my destiny to carry on. Heavy andweary, yet still steady when I tarry...I soldier on.

Shantell Cooper: The Cage that is Confined is all apart of my soldier Mentality, I KEEP Breaking Freeso I Can Witness A whole New Reality... And the Destiny that I Seek Is The Spiritual form thatAlready Knows The Outcome, He That Knows My Name Knows That I Wont Run... Instead I WillGRACIOUSLY Bow My Knees And Reveal My Eyes, He That Goes By Many Names Heard MySILENT CRIES.... The Storm That Is Brewing Ohhh I will Be Waiting, Looking for the New DawnWhile Hopelessly Anticipating.…

Dante' Morgan: Over the clearing as anticipation is hearing the journey that take so long soon to beending. The wait debate instances that frustrate, the fake phoney and thieves who take, generosity.He who has many names, branded my heart the same and with that no enemy can stop me. Even attimes through it all I find it hard to not see the possibility of change.

(Continued on Pg. 18)

How is it that I found you in my present, been gifting in deep thought ever since. In-tellectual makes abbreviated thoughts susceptible…to differ. Memories seem a blurand at the same time I concur that deep sleep creates the best dreams. When realityseems a dream when real is the dream in between when I am awake. The foundationof realities sake, would quake and make the very breath shake if expressed.

Digest to ingest the stress I get off my chest for what’s best and still check, if I’m hun-gry. Many notions and explanations come to me for the mere fact that even I can suc-cumb to be, tired. Expired when wired and refuse to require a need other than seeingthe table. Brought in when able at the same time known with no labels and watchingthe winter come. Whence the visuals come amazed and seeing the one intricate kiss,resonating with reminisce.

Pause with rapid interludes and seeing the spill come through and realizing that it isyou. When fingertips and lips subtly embrace closed confines compressed space phys-ically epidermis sensations reciprocated, so long when happened still waited. Weight-ed by burdens heavy, steadily falling compounding readily. Pledge to be quiet withloud silence in defiance to listen to the peace.

Kissing in Peace

Poet Speak Magazine, Pg. 12

MORGAN

I have been writing since I was 14 andalways had a love for creative writing andspoken word. I enjoy collaborative writingalong with story telling. I have been told Iam complex and yet simple at the sametime, and I take that as a compliment. I lovespending time with my daughter who is 12and she too enjoys writing and reading. Ihope to one day publish some of my workscollectively and write on my personal blogat www.mentalimagez.com. I can bereached at darktymze@mentalimagez.comand give all my creative credit to Christ whohas me here for a reason and my journeythrough text continues to acknowledge myblessings from GOD.

HEAT IN MY WORDZ WHEN I BREATHE ON A BEATSHINE AMONG THEE ELITE!BUT SEE!SHE'S DA MOTHER OF EARTHHER LOVE MAKES IT HARD 2 RETREATDA SWEETPOETRY DAT SHE SPEAKS!AMAZES ME FROM A TO ZRATHER UNIQUE!HER WARM GLO!MAKES MY HEART SKIPLIKE A TRUCK FLIPPEDUNLOCKED DA NOTEZ 2 MY PAGEZSHE'S A WORDSMITHDA TWINKLE IN EYEZDA SUN IN MY SKYHER N I ARE LIKE JADA N WILLHER LOVE IZ LEGEND 2 MY MASCULINE BUILDTOEZ CURL FROM ORGASMIC THRILLZDAT SHE SPILLZUPON ME SURFACEROTATIN' HIPS ON ME AXLE WIT A MEAN PURPOSEWITHOUT HER!MY WHOLE WORLD IZ WORTHLESSHIT DA COPZ ON DA JACK BRUHDIS SHIT IZ URGENT!WHEN SHE COMEZ AROUNDI GET NERVOUS!EVEN DA SOUND OF HER VOICE BECOMES SO SOOTHING!BUT WHEN SHE GONEI FEEL "NAKED" LIKE MARQUES HOUSTONEVERY SECOND SHE NOT BY MY SIDEFUCK PRIDE!YO! WE RIDE ON DA SAME SCALESHE KEEPZ A SMILE ON MY FACE LIKE DAVE CHAPPELLEHER PASSION!SURPASSES DA MASSES N LEAVE ME GASPIN'LIKE A FEMALE TONGUE LASHIN'OUR SCENES ARE GRAPHIC!SHE'S A PERFECT NO LOOK PASSCREATIN' MAGIC!SHE'S DA TOP OF MY PENCILERASIN' SADNESSPOETS!CAN YOU FEEL ME?CAN YOU GET WIT IT?ALL MY WARRIORZ!CAN YOU DIG IT?LAID IN A BED OF FLOWERZI'M HER JASON 2 HER LYRICI GET INSIDE HER LOVE N STAY ADJACENT 2 HER SPIRIT!

KINDRED!REFLECTION OF SELFWE MIRROR IMAGE!CHOP N SKREWIF YOU CAN'T RETAIN WHAT I'MSPITTIN'SHE WALKS BESIDE ME NOTBEHIND ME LIKE A MEAL TICKETSHE'S A REAL QUEEN!SUBTLE SOFT SUMMER BREEZEPRODUCIN' OXYGEN LIKE TREEZFLOWIN LIKE DA WIND CURRENTTHROUGH MY STREAMI LAY NEXT 2 HER THOUGHTS NFEEL HER IN MY DREAMZSHE GOT "GAME"SHE'S MY SUNBEAM!SHE'S STARZ IN MY GALAXIESDA BLOOD CIRCULATION IN MYARTERIESHER WHOLE ANATOMYAPART OF ME!C.O.N.N.E.C.T 4 LOVESURROUND HER LIKE ITZ 4 OF MESURGICAL ARTISTRY!WIT PRECISIONSWITCH POSITIONZ LIKE PRINCESYMBOLFORMERLY!WAS LOST IN DA FORESTHER FORTRESS!SECURED MY PAINT N BLOCKEDPAIN LIKE ALONZO MOURNINGHAPPINESS TOOK A DETOUR NFOUND WENOBODY ELSE COMPARESSHE'S "THE ONE" LIKE JET LISHE GETZ PLEASURE WHEN I EATHER LIKE A NESTLEI ATTACK TRACKS WIT FORCE NAGGRESSIVELY!DIS WHAT WE DO NOW DAT WEFOUND LOVE LIKE HEAVY DHEAVEN SENT!MY BESTIEMY "DREAMGIRL" LIKE EFFYLIKE MYA,EMOTIONZ GET DA BEST OF MEBUT BEST BELIEVESHE'S DA BEST OF ME!SIMPLY PUTSHE'S MY DESTINY!

She’s

COPYRIGHT © 2012 Rashine McKoy

Poet Speak Magazine, Pg. 14

MCKOYFirst off I'm known to most as Shine akaRashine McKoy. I grew up loving poetry nbeing able to express myself through myscribes is a tremendous feeling and a greatprivilege as well as a Great gift from myCreator. I write from my heart n speak thetruth whenever possible. It is also a way for meto connect with other talented poetry writersall over. I've been through a lot on my journeyand speak about all topics whether negative orpositive to enlighten others around me. I do itbecause I have a very profound love for the artwe all share n have in common. Nothing givesme more pleasure then when I'm able to letothers in on my thoughts n experiences sohopefully they can inspire people, relate, or getsomething from it that can help their situation.I Respect all of my fellow men/women (peers)in this poetry genre and learn from them aswell.

Hope you Enjoy!!!

Peace n Many Blessings!!!!

My email is shawnmckoy@gmail.com

I Guess this is the Stage that was Set Hypothetically, I would try to Recast My thoughts but I would have to Re-arrange My Lyrics Alphabetically... A Bond Broken Simply because the Protocol Happened to be Missing, StillCounting 100 Ways But I Guess James Ingram Wasn't Listening.... So  Once Again Folklore wanted Me to Wit-ness It's Presence, Sucking the Reality out of the Air each Time It Breathes Swallows and then Beckons... I Satback and Absorbed the Whole Complete Situation, Relinquished my Entire Being no Holds Barred with noHesitation... Yet I became Part of the 1 Sided Consequence, Left Remnants of My Mortal Soul Twisted to theGround Level of Paranormal Indictments... No Homeward Bound when Black Angels have Completely Fallen,Piano Keys of Mixed Notes have Excessively started Talking..Who Gave Last Rites to This Immortal RoamingShadow, Making Him like myself when Bloodlines Become Voided and Shallow... I Pricked my Finger Just toSee How Long does it take the Wound to Some What Freeze, But the Blood That Drips and Spill Wouldn't Dryit would always Casually Bleed... And From that Fatal Wound Lies an Incision That Will Probably Never Heal,Disrespect Upon thy Lips and Decisions that You Just Would not Reveal... I Never Would Let Improper PoisonSpew from these Earthly Lips, Solid Proof of Forked Tongues just wouldn't Release Its Grip.. Tears Shed likeLevies that Swell In the Torrent Fallen Rain, I too Have Become Numb to This Unwanted Selfless Pain...

Pain

So What is it that Makes me a Prodigy, Is the Fact that I'm A Poet of Wisdom and Quality... Or the way that IHappen to Exude, Maybe It's the Way that I let my Essence Shine through...  Born with a Silver Spoon ThatCan Never Ever be Tarnished, Some try to Taint me But I'm Dipped in Clear Coat Varnish... Laminating allthat TOUCH THEE, Think I Can be Broken Down? I CAN'T~ NUGGA TRUST ME.... Spear the Rod AndSPOIL the CHILD, I Never Wanted For Nothing So I Grew Up Buck Wild... Mindless until the Age ofTwenty, Thought the Sun Set and Rose on my  Pu~Nanny...  Couldn't Tell me that I wasn't the Shyt, Everywhere I Went I Heard you's A Bad Azz Bytch... Until the Day I Slipped and Fell in Love, Now the Body isPUMPING that I don't give a Fuk Blood.... 3 Babies and 2 Kids Father, I THINK I loved My Second one Just alittle Bit Harder... Roll Call as I begin my Restrictions , House Wife ~No Hanging Out Here Comes the Transi-tion... POLE DANCES From the Bed to The Floor, When Ever he wanted It I Gave til He wanted No More...Turned me out like a School girl on Vacation, LICKED me up like it was his Second Occupation... But there Iwas Waiting for the Paycheck, Cooking and Cleaning like a Got Damn Reject....  Didn't get a Education didn'tGet A JOB, Sat at Home like I was a Wife of The Mob... Until 35 came Knockin at the Door, Said Hey Chick YoBody ain’t what it Use to Be No More....  You Still Got your Looks But that just ain’t enough.... It was Goodwhile it Lasted But Now it’s getting Tough... Now Here Comes all the Major Arguments, Friends with Benefitswithout all the Documents... Now we can't even Be Friends, Can Anybody give me an Amen... I Plead the 5thin this here Involvement, Feels like our Love is In Quarterly Installments... First Half Was The Wonder Years,3 Kids 3 Cars a House no Tears.... 2nd HALF Was The Sting Operation, 15yrs and I still don't Have No Quali-fications... 3rd Half Was The Let Down, You Hate Me~ I Hate You But Who's Gonna be the first to Drown...4th Quarter no time on the Shock Clock, We Separated now we on Two Different Blocks.. Now ain’t that aTrip.. You Say I'm Facebook Hustling while I say go be with your Other Bytch...  Sending In Spies to See whatI'm Doing, STEADY Watching Me Instead of the BYTCH you Screwing...  Thought I Was Gonna Cry Fowl,You Must didn't read the Excerpts Of I'm The Golden Child... LIFE with You Use to Be Real Simple, Now WeBoth Moved On And Worship OTHER TEMPLES... So Why Can't IT all Just Come to A Closure, PART likeRespectable Adults and Realize It’s Over....

Over

COPYRIGHT © 2012 Shantell Cooper

Poet Speak Magazine, Pg. 16

COOPERMy Name is Shantell Cooper. I was BornAnd Raised In Detroit, Michigan.... SingleMother Of 3 with 4 Grandkids... I’ve BeenWriting Since I was 13 yrs Old.. I’ve BeenWriting Short Stories Since I was Nine... InMy Spare Time I Am Also An Avid Bowlerand Enjoy Arts And Craft.... I can be foundAt sshhhonnie@gmail.com

Easter 'Poetik Desire' Dodds: Inevitable is the possibility of change, an unending cycle thatbegins and ends each time, reminding us to never become too complacent with the life we live.Therefore He, for who our life we give, pushes us into dire situations unwanted, in hopes thatwe remember Him and that by believing in Him, a higher power, his challenges have beenplaced in strategic ways which put us to the test, this ultimate unending “school-day”, as weseek to graduate, wearing golden vests, arriving to face, He who grants that ultimategrade…one question forever lingering.. will we pass life’s uncertain test to get us through thatgolden gate of Heaven’s Peaceful Rest.

Shantell Cooper: As I Enjoy The Serendipity Of A Peaceful Rest, I Also Include the Memories OfA Soldiers Gallant Quest.. For I Know The Cause that is Sacred, His Unwavering ChallengesShows Me HE'll Make It... THE STORM is Always DISRUPTIVE when It's Brewing, But theFinger I Spit On Displays To Me Exactly where It's MOVING... A Never Unending but always aCONSTANTCycle, When I stand Alone As A Soldier I wonder am A Psycho..

Asheley Brown: Psychologically lifting the iron bands of uncertainty, a Tried and True Soldiernow, a Path opens for me...Blessings have been messing with turbulent storms in myRegion...no permanent Fair skies but with simple Faith I recognize I am a Better man, placingmy Hand to the Plow, tilling the Land with Hope and Inner Confidence turned Out...Hearingthe sound of the Sacred calling Out my Name, "Write Child, Write! You are no longer theSame!"

Dante' Morgan: Serenity befriended me inevitably steadily and readily, this soldier heading tosee. Unending cycles that recycle and cycle the rightful...righteous. These soldiers march onpast the dawn when the dreams that breathe expel and spawn...new beginnings when Genesisresidence is still more relevant till the beginning is again, the echoes of.....Hearing the soundof the Sacred calling Out my Name, "Write Child, Write! You are no longer theSame!".....Hearing the sound of the Sacred calling Out my Name, "Write Child, Write! You areno longer the Same!"....the shadows of the battle field from swords we wield, brushes pens andthe songs that yield.....praise!

(Continued from Pg. 11)

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