Hello all, it’s been a while but trust me I have been working on some new poetry for yah. Which is near to being finished, you will not be disappointed. In the mine time check out me ‘Art and Culture’ page (above) on my toolbar and check out my paintings.

Thank you, (To Be Blessed, To Be Soul-Stress)

                        Happy Christmas!!!!!!!!

            My Black Is Beautiful

 

My black is beautiful, my black is bold, my black has strength and my black has soul.

My black stands tall for all to see, racial taunts no longer bother me. My ebony rich skin glows brighter that than stars at night, a million eyes watch me, as I rejoice out. You see, my nappy hair, my jerry curl perm, creates that statement that I’m proud about, people try their hardest to silence me, but I swiftly regain my strength of doubt.

You see, my black is universal, my black is unique, my black has that rhythm of symphony that has you up on your feet. Loved by many but hated by most, my black is that beauty that people envy the most.

My black whispers the words of greatness, it defines the unity of our struggle.

It shines from the inside out, speaks with confidence and carries itself throughout the crowd.

My black has seen the future; my black has conquered the past. My black has inspired generations upon generations, to become the Kings and queens that they are.

My black is the product of our ancestor’s quest; we are the definition of what once was. You see, as I put my pen to paper, I hope you feel me cause, we can never truly be anything other than what we can be,
                                              and that

                                                is GREAT!!

                             So to all my brotha’s and sista’s, imma say this LOUD
                                       and STRAIGHT

                                         her black is beautiful

                                        his black is beautiful

                                         your black is beautiful

                                 AND MYBLACK……….. IS BEAUTIFUL!!

Written by Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade Copy Right Protected 2011

 

 United As One

Hear, The cries of my ancestor’s anguish. The taunts of words which have implanted its self Firmly within our core. The roots have sprouted but still our engine roars, Intensely.
For your voice.

Walk,

With pride

through obstacles and conflict. The tough ridges of uneven rocky roads will soon become paved. Let no being nore creature strip you of your dignity. As the trails of success will come in many forms.

For your strength

Take,

The courage of Martin Luther King, The wisdom of Malcolm X

The integrity of Rosa Parks

And believe the endurable.

For your self belief

Plant,

The seed of faith, Watch as its blossoms and fuses with the earth. For years the blackest of nights have shone without stars

But today the gateway to light will show you the way.

For your heart

Grow,

To perfection, demolish the poisons which threatens your growth.

Fly free amongst a flock of doves and capture the brightness of infinite stars.

For your body

Cradle,

The love of your children, let it carry you throughout your day.

Let them be the reason you reside and the reason you persevere

For your love

Embrace,

The power of your greatness

Sprinkle,

The elegance of your black beauty

Use,

Your mind as a glorious weapon, and hold on to dreams you wish accomplish.

You see, cadged birds are meant to sing a chorus words which echo around the world. Let your song be heard, let your poverty be our worlds affect.

And let the power of our lord continue to rain. 
 
Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade

Product of a Black Man

I am a product of a black man, and he is a product of me. I am a product of his love and sensual creativity. See, I have love for my black man, because his love for his black sister is like no other. He frights for what he believes in, speaks his mind and keeps it real. When challenged, his assertiveness can illuminate a room.

His enduring strength is what captivates me the most, it’s a blanket of protection, its warmth feeds my brain, pumps blood throughout my veins, circulates my soul and stimulates my frame. See, I love my black man.  He strives to better himself, to nourish his mind intellectually, as well as productively. See he’s a blessing from god, a descendant from our kings and queens, leader of our tribe, warrior of success. He fears no man/one, Head of the pack, his pride never lets him down, although he can carry the weight of the world, his black sista always around.

See, he may stumble over a few hurdles, lose his way in life, and be misguided to what’s in sight. But he preservers and keeps his eyes on the prize, striving towards success.

My worrier, my prince, my king, and my solider your abilities are limitless. Your hands can accomplish any task.

You see, I bathe in your confidence; your kisses make me weak. My body yarns for yours as yours does for mine. See, I’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.

I love the black man within. I love the waves in your hair, to the kink in your stare. I love the strength in your back, to how you hold it down like that.

I love your define chest, to your hands which caress, me, so passionately, I’m forever yours and so more. I love the swag in style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak. I love my black man!! Raised by strong black women, your roots are firmly planted within the soil; See your fearless soul spiritual shows the depths of a true brotha in the making.

YES! There will be many who will call you slave, but the power of your legacy will not go in vain. 

You see, you are my unit, my strength and my friend, and you WILL sit upon your thrown and wear your rightful crown

                                                                 because you are a product of me,

and I will forever and always be,

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL, STRONG BLACK QUEEN.

     

  Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade 2011 copy right protected  

Lullaby

Sing me lullaby so I can sleep, to ease my pain and not make me weep. Take me far away to another world that is different, without the conflict of suffering and hatred of enemies.

Sing me a lullaby to make me forget. Forget about the ignorance of today and push all of the hurt away. Let there be no divide or subside, but let there be hope and faith in all of our lives, and that we will not kill one another and see our mothers cry.

Sing me a lullaby in perfect harmony, so I may have the vision of sweet tranquility in the sound that is given. Where blue birds fly ever so high, and the sun shines, and so do I.

Written By Caroline aka Poetic Soul Gbolade   (© Copy Right Protected)

MJ (Michael Jackson) King of Music

(August 29, 1958 - June, 25 2009)
For many of you whom my not have remembered, Michael Jackson died two years ago June 25, 2009. He was an amazing contributor to music, life and change. He inspired many, invented new moves, touched many hearts and brought to life a vibrant style which no one could ever match.

Often imitated by many, Michael Jackson you will never be duplicated, as there is only ONE king of POP (music)

                  Chomo!! 

So I Run

I love this def jam spoken word performer. He takes you on a journey through history with his poetry and delivers with great passion and strength. 

Shihan 

"Sick and Tired"

Strength Of A Woman

I'm a woman, and lord knows that’s hard. Just try walking in ours shoes of daily arrogances, to improper advances, hisses and seedy glances. 

Tame as I may seem it’s the inner strength that’s stored within  me, I, seek acknowledgment for my intellect, my soul, my domain my charisma and not my frame.  

See I walk with my head held high, my pride on my sleeve and dignity by my side. Your stereotypical views, they try to imprison me, but, I still break through. Like the suns rays I’m energised to voice my views create my mark, and enhance my spirituality of the one man I know who’ll never let me down. 

You see, I’m a women on a mission, 

and I know my self worth, 

and I refuse to feed your sexual thirst for one night of passion and false hopes of inefficient love. 

See, it may be a mans world in your eyes, but remember it wouldn’t be nothing, without a woman or a girl!

By Poetic Soul(stress) aka Caroline Gbolade 

Stay Blessed, Stay Soulstress

The Raven

Hello my poetic people, just thought I'd share this amazing piece. This has to be one of my favorite poets of the past, and I hope that you'll take time to read the delights of a true writers ability to open up your mind.

Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Love Poem "By La-Donya Henriquez"

Hello to all on this beautiful sunny day. Poetry is in the air to feed your mind, body and soul.
If you have an appetite for good poetry then look no further, my girl La-Donya a very talented "Poetress" has produced a fantastic piece of poetry, which will have you wanting more.
So sit back relax and enjoy the true art form of POETRY IN MOTION.

Stay Blessed, Stay Soulstress

 All Season’s

It’s raining outside my window,

It’s thundering in my heart,

It’s snowing in my memory,

It’s cloudy in my past,

It’s summer time when your with me.

Its winter when your not.

Its hell stones when we argue,

It’s a ray of sunlight when were not.

For all the seasons I feel for you

I could never get enough.

As I see you beyond all seasons,

It’s away I expressed my love.

                        (Written By Caroline Gbolade © Copy Right Protected)


                       

                   Resignation Love Letter

 

To whom it may concern,

I’ve given up on love, I’ve given up on love because I’ve been hurt too many times. I’ve given up trying to make sense of the deceitful lies that circulate and implicate my mind. I’ve giving up putting 100% into my feelings that have left me withdrawn into a weary state of weakness, only to receive a quarter of a fraction of affection, that has left my heart shattered into a million pieces of deception. See, giving your heart to someone is never ever an easy thing to do, becoming one with that person, is basically the same as saying, I do.

See, I’ve only started loving myself over again, and it’s took me a while to even contemplate in giving loving, another try. Opening myself up to another, so he can read my weathered pages, learning about my intimate most deepest secrets, stripping me bear, layer after layer. Reaching down into the very core of me, and exploring the mysteries that are there.

You see, my book, it’s like a unique novel, it tells you a detailed chronicle account of my life. It describes a heart felt trauma, that had introduced itself like a parasite. It’s a book of sadness, but much revelation, a book of high’s, and exhorting lows. See, chapter after chapter, you’ll understand my flow.

See, I’ve given up trying to please someone who only wants to please them selves, thinking of themselves first, and not considering any body else. See, your poison has been like a twisted drug for me. Consuming me with every painful breath I take. Smothering my inner being, feeding me, increasing my strength, and going to any means of lengths, making sure that love, doesn’t come around here, anymore.

So as you donate to my course of giving up on love, a healthier person is born, as I’m free to live and be that individual that I so dearly desire, knowing that you no longer absorb or control my heart, the tale of heartbreak is merely but a distance away.

See I’ve learned a valuable lesson, instead of your love being somewhat of a blessing, you’ve made me see, that the only person I can truly rely on, is me.

So I’ve given up on love. I’ve given up being your freak attraction, I’ve given up being blinded by your charming gestures of affection. I’ve given up crying over someone whose only intention was to see my interior self die inside. I’ve given up being fooled time and time again, not once, not twice, but three to four and maybe even more times. I’ve given up, putting myself through the unnecessary torture by the like’s of a man who say’s, he understands. I’ve giving up, going back and forth, in and out, up and down. Just to reach this finale conclusion. Damn, your love was like an illusion, making me hate the person I had become, being teased by your verbal justifications. Well, let me make this bold frank statement……..

Love is not blind,………..it simply enables one to see things others fail to see, and just look at what your love, has done to me.

Written by Caroline Gbolade (aka) pOeTiC sOuL Copyright ©

Product of a Black Man

I am a product of a black man, and he is a product of me.

I am a product of his love and sensual creativity. See, I have love for my black man, because his love for his black sister is like no other.

He frights for what he believes in, speaks his mind and keeps it real.

When challenged, his assertiveness can

illuminate a room.

His enduring strength is what captivates me the most, it’s like a blanket of protection, its warmth feeds my brain, pumps blood throughout my veins, circulates my soul and stimulates my frame.

I love my black man.

He strives to better himself, to nourish his mind intellectually, as well as productively.

See he’s a blessing from god, a descendant from our kings and queens, leader of our tribe, warrior of success.

He fears no one.

Head of the pack, his pride never lets him down,although he can carry the weight of the world,

his black sista always around.

See, he may stumble over a few hurdles, and lose his way in life. But he preservers and keeps his eyes on the prize, striving towards success.

My worrier, my prince, my king and my solider

your abilities are limitless. Your hands can accomplish any task.

you see, I bathe in your confidence, your kisses make me weak.

My body yarns for yours as yours does for mine.

You see, i’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.

I love the black man within.

I love the waves in your hair, to the kink in your stare. I love the strength in your back, to how you hold it down like that.


I love your define chest, to your hands which caress me, so passionately i'm forever yours and so much more. I love the swag in your style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak.

I love my black man!!

Raised by strong black women, your roots are firmly planted within the soil; See your

fearless soul spiritually shows the depths of a true brotha in the making.

YES! There will be many who will call you

slave, but the power of your legacy will not go in vain.

You see, you are my unit, my strength and my friend. And you will sit upon your thrown and wear your rightful crown............ because you are a product of me,

and I will forever, and always be,

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL STRONG BLACK QUEEN.

Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade 2011 copy right protected

Quote of the day.

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words." Edgar Allan Poe

Quote of the day.

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen”

Poetic

Poetry is the art of our own thoughts of creation. It’s our own individuality of who we are which
makes poetry come to life. Poetry judges no man or woman, but embraces all views, good or bad
on to the stage. I love poetry!! It’s a way to connect, a way to feel and a way to express. Write what you feel, what you desire, what makes you mad, what and makes you sad. Freedom writers we are, of our own voice and opinions. We are who we are, as we write free spirited with No restrictions and No hesitations!! Poetry is the music of the soul, let it take you to new heights of a different scale and enjoy its rhythm of symphony it brings.


“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

Poetry in motion.

Def Jam poetry has to be one of the best sources of viewing great poetry.

Knock, Knock by Daniel Beaty, is an inspirational, on point, and up lifting pieces with a great message, which I hope you all agree with also.

Knock, Knock!! Who's there? WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (on point)

The Brits VS Tinie Tempah

Hello, hello!! Yes I know I haven't been very vocal with my blog lately, but I've been writing poems and getting inspired, so watch this space.

Last night was a big event in the British Music industry, as the "Brit Awards" came to town.

The star of the night went to Mr Tinie Tempah!! (Clap, Clap, Clap....)
Tinie Tempah scooped up three awards (Best Single for Pass Out, Best breakthrough act, and the public vote) out the four awards he was nominated for. Sadly he failed to win Best British act, but in our eyes Mr Tinie Tempah, you’re a winner!!

Watching the Brits last night, made me feel extremely happy for Tinie Tempah. He's an ordinary guy doing what he loves doing, and he's reaching new heights in more ways than he ever would have thought. I am proud and honoured to say that we shared the same place of education, as Mr Tinie Tempah attended the same college (S.F.X) as I in South London.

Tinie Tempah most defiantly deserved his awards last night, and earned them rightfully. I'm sure the partying from last night hasn't stop for Tinie Tempah...Lol...But I say, live it up, live it up!!

Let this been known to those who are dishearten and have aspirations and dreams in life:

Life is what you make it, put in what you wanna get back, become the person you want too become and not what others feel you should be, Work hard to achieve your goals and if opportunity doesn't knock.......then build a door!!!!!!!!!


To be Stressed, to be Soulstress :-)

Rihanna Lets See you wine down low at the Brits!!

Yes over the pass week, there's been this issue about Rihanna performing at the Brits, and if she dose, she gonna need to tone it down!!

Absolutely ridiculous!! So Rihanna performed last year on X Factor, and the media attention surrounding that was off the chain. Ok! so she was gyrating and moving her hips in a way which was seductive, but that’s her. The X Factor bosses new what they were letting themselves in for. For one, I actually didn't see the big deal with her performance.

Any way, last night was the Brits, there was talks about the Brit bosses telling Rihanna team to tone down her performance down, or she aint gonna be able to perform. You know she must have cussed a few bad words!! Lol...

But in the end she performed and gave us a banging show. She graced us with her moves, her stage presence and feline attitude. Rihanna being Rihanna in the music industry, still couldn't win, as the media criticised her for her performance outfit being to raunchy!!


Rihanna looked hot last night, and brought to the Brits her Barbadian sawga and smiled as she won a Brit for.....International Female Solo Artist!!!!!!!!!!!! (Clap, Clap, Clap...) Well done Ray, Ray!


To Be Stressed, to be Soulstress :-)

New Chipmunk track featuring Chris Brown...........

Yes Chipmunk has a new awaited song out called, "Champion" featuring Chris Brown. My first thoughts were........... Hmmm.......Chris Brown and Chipmunk!!!! That's weird, but the track actually works. Lol... Let’s just say that it’s more like Chris Brown Featuring Chipmunk than Chipmunk Featuring Chris Brown, if you know what I mean. Lol... All that a side the beat is heavy, it’s catchy and lyrically I think is alright. Chris Brown even raps in this track, where I feel he has the flow and sound of Mr Kanye West!! But, maybe it’s just me, you be the judge of that and check it out for yourself. You'll either love or hate it, it’s a track that needs to be played a few times to fully get into..... But yeah here it is: