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I love to write about love, pain, hurt, hate when love goes bad, hopes, dreams, wishes,betrayal and fantasy. so I hope you enjoy your self when you're here reading my poems.

                                        

My favorite Poets
History:
Maya Angelou
Nikki Giovanna
Emily Dickinson
Langston Huges 
                       
                        

               My best creation yet!  
Future:
Dana Gilmore
Gemineye
Floetry
Michael Ellison
Lemon
Rock Baby 
                                                 
And both past and present my mother
Marilyn L.Barrino

 My AP Boyfriend:

D Saul So Sexy -

 http://allpoetry.com/D%20Saul%20So%20Sexy     

 My AP Sisters:

Ephiphany -

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 theredcatjazzoflove -

http://allpoetry.com/theredcatjazzoflove  

 Ms Sexy -

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 Ravenashaunti -

http://allpoetry.com/Ravenashaunti  

hotchocolate -

http://allpoetry.com/hotchocolate  

Cre8tiv-writer-

http://allpoetry.com/cre8tiv-writer  

Riftkin-

http://allpoetry.com/Riftkin

 Cupcake Ninja -

http://allpoetry.com/Cupcake%20Ninja    

 My AP Lovers:

Galaxy2 -

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Mcfreeman-

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One of my favorite poem from one of my favorite poet 

       POET BLOODLINE 

   BY: GEMINEYE

                                                                                                             
                      One night…

god came to me in a dream with a scheme that seemed to be out of this world.

He approached me and opened his robe and showed me a hypodermic needle in the shape of a pen…

and my first reaction was to jump back fast,

but then god grabbed me and said…

"slow down my child, I've got a job for you to do."

And with a burst of light, god grabbed my arm, and said "I mean you no harm" and he pushed the pen in.

It filled my arteries and god chartered me to write some new stuff, some true stuff, something just for you stuff…and when I was done with part one, god said write some part two stuff.

He injected me with Billie's Blues, and the muse of Langston Hughes, and god said "you've acquired some of the tools in the schools you've been attending, but now its time to stop pretending" and he started sending in my bloodstream the poetic fetes of John Keats and published greats of W.B. Yates,

and just when I thought god was through,

he started slipping me hits of Maya Angelou, and god asked "do you know what I've handed you?"

 My response was "no" and god said let me show, and he continued to fill my veins the same we he had been,

 giving me a fix of Emily Dickenson.

And my bloodstream seemed to scream as god gave me the liquidated literary genius of W.E.B, and I got lost between doses of Robert Frost, and my eyes got blurry in a flurry

and I was no longer seeing them, but I could feel Emerson, Tennyson, and Stevenson, and god said you won't get far without Paul Laurence Dunbar,

and you can't start spitting, till I've given you Whitman, and god kept filling me and it felt like he was killing me, and I closed my arm tight, but god snapped it back open and said…"you're not yet ready to write!"

He said "tonight ahs just begun, everything's alright my son, you see I need you.

 I use poetry to teach people.

The world I created has been overrun by ignorant thinking and poets to take the world back and break the curse…now unbend your arm so I can give you William Wordsworth.

And again, the pen, was shoved in my veins and god grabbed the reins…and as if I was a mule, he said "I'll use you as my tool and plow the field with you.

Fulfilling empty minds' needs while planting knowledge seeds. No longer will it be a flourishing time for malnourishing minds…I want you to make intelligence a law because ignorance is a crime.

And the next time in your mind you sit down to write, I want you to think about tonight and concentrate on the bloodline of greats from which you and your poetic mates have descended.

You and them, must not be apprehensive.

 You must teach everyone by writing comprehensive, and thinking in the fifth dimension, so people start sensing, the knowledge I'm dispensing, through you…and this poetic bloodline."

"Now I need you to go and reap what you sew, while captivating minds like Edgar Allen Poe.

I gave you the wings, so now fly like the Raven, this world needs saving.

Feel free to fight off your fears, because they'll disappear within this injection of my tears.

Which contains the remains of great things gone, and new things to come beyond the next dawn…you're the next in a bloodline of greats, you are a poet!

You command the attention of large groups, and you ready the troops…for revolution.

You write words that commend or condemn, turn boys into men, make other poets push pens, and you must be about something more than slam scores based on ten…because you are a poet!

Thins about all the great things poets have accomplished…and when the writing gets rough, hold on to your pen and don't drop this.

 Always take time in your mind, to reflect back on the fact that you're the next to step forth from this poetic bloodline.

If you can't handle me  at my worst

     then you don't deserve me at my best!      

My Favorite Poem BY Dana
Wife...Woman...Friend
Part I
BY: Dana Gilmore

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that my beginning was his end
After all, we were just friends.
Although, in my world I was his girl
So, I would pretend to be his wife and saying silly things like...
”It’s only so many years in a woman’s life,”
Right, so I gave him three
Yet, he had the audacity to step to me on this Donnell Jones, “I don’t know where I wanna be type shit.”
It wasn’t supposed to be like this
He hit me with the forehead kiss
Told me life was a journey and he was ready to explore this shit
And I was pissed
To me he was a hypocrite like a fake preacher in the pulpit and he left me sick
I start pullin’ out Tupac hits tellin’ me to keep my head up and
R. Kelly picks about when a woman gets fed up
‘C ause I was down with him for so long that I didn’t think I could get up
‘Til one day I got tired of sleeping on pillows that my tears had wet up and realized that life goes on And no, he didn’t choose me but that doesn’t make him right nor wrong
And just because he was the epitome of my life, doesn’t make me wrong nor right
Like I said, I was his friend not his wife
And I should have acted within that capacity and
Maybe then this break-up would’ve been “just one of those things” instead of a fuckin’ tragedy
And all the time I spent mad at him– I should’ve been mad at me
After all, I was the one that gave him the key to my house and
Let him hang clothes in my closet just in case we go out
Not to mention washing all his dirty clothes just “to make a full load,” and
Letting him finish off all the leftovers, just “so the food don’t go old”
For the times that we raw dogged ‘cause he “lost all the rubbers”
And though I showed him more support than his own father, brother, sister, and mother
And just ‘cause those same people dialed my number when they’re trying to get in touch
And he received mail at my address “just cause he sleeps here so much”
Got total control of the remote control to the TV, DVD, and radio
And even though his name is not on my lease, he has shit in my house that’s off limits to me
Like his “side of my bed” and his “stash of weed”
And I better not touch his shoe box, Fruitloops, mouthwash, or toothbrush
He even had his own set of towels
But, none of this obligates him to me ‘cause not once did we exchange vows
And if I knew then what I know now, I probably would’ve listened
When he said it was some “shit” he had to get out of his system
But, I was too busy bitchin’, jumpin’ bad like I was gonna hit him
Because in the back of my mind all I could fathom was how much I was going to miss him
So, just because I’m crying doesn’t mean that I’m the victim
It just means I was scared to let him go ‘cause some other chick might get him
And that was my fault because it was my decision
I should’ve never put my heart in my mind’s position
And regardless to where we went wrong...I was all the way gone
Doing stupid shit like checking pants pockets and returning missed calls on his phone
Like I was Inspector Gadget
But, I couldn’t shake him– he was like a bad habit
And all this for a nigga that was just average and doing average shit
Like talking out the side of his neck and thinking with his dick
But, I must admit, he was the one I wanted to commit so
Either I wasn’t living up to my potential or I was just the average chick
But I chose to believe I was a woman caught up in a feeling
Both physical and emotional and was way to willing to give her all to a man
And though it may sound stupid, I would do it all again
Just next time for my husband and not that nigga I call my friend