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Comment by Mommy Dearest on November 18, 2009 at 10:56pm

Go Green

Who ever said, "it ain't easy being green"
Must have had a frog in their throat
Choking on that Sesame street dope
Kermit quotes and Jim, pocketed
A poor boy from Greensville Mississippi...career rocketed
Gone Richy Rich...off of a little piece of string and some green fabric
Here's a little recycled Henson logic
Let the Supreme Puppeteer, green back your project
Build an up degradable, crib
Where eco-friendly, women and men
Live...and act like DeCapero
Pushing a hybrid on the road, to fame
I may be a little green in the game
But one day Mom-me-dearest, will be a house hold name
When the Lord makes it rain...on the valley of the jolly green giant
Minus the hoe, hoe, hoes!
A girl gotta keep the environmental aspects of her soul...safe
Sow a green seed in faith...to the Most High
The One who protects me, from the greened eyed...monsters
Envious of all the little green boxes
that have become toxins...to video vixens...additions
Messing with the O zone...layer...professional players
Leaving carbon foots prints
On women, who were never meant...to be stepped on
Gotta em shooting 21 guns
Yes, mourners have sung...a green day song
Because McNair is now gone
Somebodies, husband and son done, passed on
Another one in a hole...do we really need another 17 teen more, to know...the truth
There's a tiger in a green suit, in all of us
If we just put our trust...in the Hand of the Godman
That created the organic relationship...keeping it real and authentic
So others can see the light...Green lantern bright
Not just scratching the surface...but remixing your purpose, here on earth
Let love reverse...Mother Natures warnings...take global warming to heart
So when you stand in front of the green screen...remember the unseen
The Big G. decides, whether any of your dreams...Go Green!

If ya feel a little froggy...take that leap, of faith,
Mommy Dearest

Comment by Mommy Dearest on November 16, 2009 at 12:44pm

Conduit

I'm content to represent the Hand that moves the whip and grips the axe...giving the instrument the power to react...I can not boast of that. For I've learned to lean on His Name...it's a privilege to be a cane that can not walk by itself. I'm as worthless as an Old Bible that sets on a dusty shelf. Until your hand turns the pages...its Divine message can not be revealed, to the ages. I'm proud to be a conduit...that lets the Spirit of God flow through it. I recognize without Him...I just can't do it!

The Hand that rock the cradle,
Mommy Dearest

Comment by Sue Eble on November 10, 2009 at 2:04pm

HI girls,
I've enjuoyed your last listings so much. I popped in for my music fix. My sound has been off so I've been missing it . Please keep up your wonderl insights! I enjoy them so very much! Later, Sue

Comment by Mommy Dearest on November 1, 2009 at 1:39pm

Soulmates

I found him who my soul loves
we laughed, we lived
and 2 became 1 beloved dove

but soon we lost our way
we wandered, we wavered
and somehow we went a stray

Let selfishness get in the way
we lied, we cried
our bond broken and cast aside

Still the love never died
we strived, we tried
By the Grace of God it survived

Now reconciled and restored
we prayed, we forgave
Learned to love and obediently behave

He found me who his soul loves
we laugh, we live
and 2 remain as 1 beloved dove

I am my beloved and my beloved is mine,
Mommy Dearest

Comment by Robin Lelani on November 1, 2009 at 11:57am

Gossip Girls

Gossip girls, Gossip girls,
Motor mouths that rule the world
Spreading rumors with a whisper, into ears drop bitter pearls.
Harvesting their bitter pearls from the sea of other’s sorrows
Cast their nets today, for the bait they’ll use tomorrow.
Feasting on the misery from lives of other folks
Masking viciousness, with a wink, and twisted jokes.


When I decided not to gossip with you anymore
Forget the box… I opened up Pandora’s door!
To the closet where my skeletons and secrets kept,
A heavy lid on the past where my pain slept.
So then you spread all my business out there to the world.
Yeah I was hurt, but I knew you were a gossip girl.
You exposed my stuff wide screen for them all to see…
Flashed me your fake smile… what… now you’re my frienemy?

I’m getting smirks from co-workers that we used to Dog!
They treat me funny, like some kind of backside log.
They’re passing looks over cubicles with eyebrows raised
I know the deal, I used to do it, Man those were the days.
Those were the days when I was too afraid to tell you “STOP!”
Before an ugly word from your mouth was ever dropped,
About another and the struggles they were going through.
It ain’t my business, I’m doing me, they’re doing them, you should be doing you.

Not nosing around in the scent of other peoples lives…
“Child did you hear about the latest, and it ain’t no lie…
“He’s freaking him. She’s freaking her. They’re freaking both their wives!”
Now that’s some rotten stuff, it’s funky, and it’s sorry too.
I should have known better than to play that game with you.

The dog that brings a bone will ultimately snatch and crack,
A piece of your bone, and stab you with it in the back.
How can you pass all those judgments on your fellow man?
He’s on his hustle, trying to make it, doing the best he can.
You cop a “tude” when you see them riding their new whip,
Check your shoulder, that’s not dandruff, just a nasty chip!

A chip that WILL get knocked off, if you keep that gossip going.
What benefit is it to you, people’s business knowing?
And in the telling do you Honestly believe you’re spared?
The one you gossiped with, left you and your business shared.
Shared your struggles with another one who plays the game
One who gossips recklessly, pretends to feel no shame.

But late at night when sweet quiet soothes and calms the world
She regrets the day, that she became a gossip girl.
XOXO!!!

By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
www.robminx.wordpress.com
www.robminx.blogspot.com
www.thoughts.com/otherside

Comment by Robin Lelani on November 1, 2009 at 11:55am

Awesome as usual, Mommy my Mentor! I always learn so much from you.

Comment by Mommy Dearest on November 1, 2009 at 10:14am

I see a face on a computer screen...snap shoots or dreams
Sad memories, flashed back like old movie scenes
Void of personal experience...yet well acquainted, by all means
An unfamiliar voice in my head...or random comments read
Bitter words, so longed to be said...to me or the one that I wed
But silence has been the thread
That passes through the poetic eye, appropriately placed, in my head
Images that may needle me...until I be dead
Covered by my Comforter, stitched in red...the Blood Christ shed
To free, feelings to long spent, in hiding...only heart and soul confiding, in themselves
Thank God the Spirit dwells...regenerates what was once a tortured souls living hell
Yes, time will tell...The Holiest of Holy, who bases forgiveness solely, on actions
That speak louder than words...completely purge...the unforgiveness that no longer surges...Now that I see you through God's Eye

Eye See You,
Mommy Dearest

Comment by Mommy Dearest on October 30, 2009 at 2:46pm

Momma's Girls

This is for all the Momma's girls...let me encourage you, not to cast your pearls...upon swine
For you are worthy, whether your walking the red carpet or standing in the welfare line
Just biding God's good old time...preserving through the grind...because you self-wind
Tic-Toc...as the Granddaddy of liars mocks...gocks
at your hands on a pole, legs cocked...while you watch the clock
For a woman's work, can never stop...her from raising to the top
Lord, who would have ever thought?
Pennsylvania Ave, would have a Sister holding down, the big White House at the end of the block
Yeah...little Black Girls Rock...marry little Black Boys, that get elected President, named Barak
When they grow up and take stock...of themselves
Damn the devil and respect their nails...become palm readers, crucified to their selves
Bought and paid for...by a priceless Man-who-cured...the sick and raised the dead
Worth tying red ribbons around, every last little girls head...alive or dead
Playing on the White House lawn...or dodging bullets in their designated Babylon
Lord, a new day must dawn...or innocents will be gone...for ever...ever, ever, ever!
And that's a long time...for Momma's girls to be crying...the blues...beaten up and abused
by the system...when they dead and gone, we gonna miss them...so let no man dis them
Take the time to teach them...that charm is deceitful and beauty is vain
But a woman that fears the Lord is to be praised
So let us tie red ribbons around her braids...no matter the age
Stand up and collectively wave, them in the air...show God that we care
for every last one of Momma's Girls!

Mommy Dearest

Comment by Robin Lelani on October 28, 2009 at 9:50am

Long story short…

The first thing I noticed was the strength of his thighs
I looked up and was struck by the slant of his eyes
I was shy so my eyes took a dip to his hips
My mouth went dry when I noticed him licking his lips
I stood up and started shifting from side to side
In a blink he was next to me in one smooth stride
I covered my face cause my jaw went slack
As I noticed him checking me out from the back
The sun dimmed when he showed his sparkling grin
He was eyeing me hard and stroking his chin
He was so fine my mind just couldn’t believe
The admiration from this man I had just received
We boarded the bus at the end of our day
His eyes clearly locked on me, the entire way
The world seemed to shift as my heart did a drop
When I saw he was getting off at the next stop
I thought “Dang it always seems to happen like this.”
I changed my mind when he caught my eye and blew me a kiss
I thought this is the end of our moment so sweet
But I was wrong once again, for again we did meet
In a funny circumstance at school the next day
When he noticed me across campus from far away
He waved and yelled, “Wait!” as he ran to catch up
I tried to flee, but I didn’t move fast enough
He caught up when I was just about to open the door
To my class, he made a pass for my number, and scored
Not just my telephone number and curiosity that day
But my heart as well, for then I was in all the way
We started out as friends, it’s been twenty four years, And
Now he’s my six babies daddy and yes my husband.
How can pain douse the flame that once burned so strong?
How did what we thought was right go so incredibly wrong?
How does the brilliant shine of dreams fade into dismal grays then black?
How does friendship that was tight, lose it’s grip and fall slack?
Can we ever build a bridge across the gaping abyss?
Were the little hurts we stuffed away the clues that we missed?
Are the days of long ago when we called each other “Friend”
Overshadowed by our bitterness, now signaling the end?
It’s as hard as hard can be for me to say good-bye to you
But my sanity’s at stake, so it’s what I must do
To regain my peace, my happiness, and be my better self
To be what you said you wanted, I put me upon the shelf
I will never hate you, Ever, for the better part of “We”
Are the one’s we’ve made together, we were blessed you must agree
In their genes they carry promises that we could never taste
But the times we shared together were not at all a waste
For the things I thought would kill me, showed me that I have the strength
To walk and run the distance, to stretch and to reach the length
Of heights I couldn’t imagine, one’s only God could see
To be all that God Himself has created me to be.
“Smooches Dahling” on our parting, no it’s not a godfather’s kiss
And the things I’ve written here are in no way meant to “Diss”
You, or me or what we had, life is what it is, So then
Maybe…
One day with out pain or strings attached, we’ll call each other friend…again.

By Robminx
Copyright © 2009

Comment by Mommy Dearest on October 25, 2009 at 1:25pm

Erased by Grace

I don’t care…where it came from
And how it got its start
Lord…just take it away
Purge it from my heart
Erase it from my memory
Let it take its place in history
Along with the nameless dead
Buried in graves
with no tombstone at their head
vaguely remembered
like the cold of December
that turns to a warming spring
Oh God please bring
The cleansing rain
Wash away the pain
Till no trace of it remains
No blame
Just a spotless name
Peace of mind unstained
Innocents reclaimed
Transformed…reborn
Given a fresh start…with a New Heart

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