You

A chorus of words, will never amplify or define the type of man who stands right before my eyes.  A man so amazing, that even the force of gravity, couldn’t hold me down.

A brotha whose intent is so genuine and real, he makes the very world around me holt to a still. Like the cords to my heart he plays a melody so sweet, searing my soul in the juices of his physique.

You see, there aren’t enough adjectives or nouns to this describe the way he makes me weak inside. So I’ll sum it up, as best I can, and let you know, that ……

                  “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.  

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

Orgasmic flutters overpower my limp curvaious body, as you’ve succeeded to satisfy my womanly desires, for you, I only wish to aspire. You see verse after verse you just keep getting better and better, spoiling me, with your beautiful resonance.

See, the love that we share is a reflection, a reflection of the blessings above, manifesting its light to which no one can touch. You’ve now taken custody of my heart, and I can see no reasoning, negotiating methods I have taken no heed in.  See I want you to be my first, my last, my ending and beginning. As I dedicate this declaration of affection, just to let you know, that ……

                “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

You’re my Nubian King, I’m your Nubian Queen. My, tall dark hansom black man who, walks like an Egyptian. My, every lasting gob, stopper. Your, flavors excites the balls of the buds on my tongue. My, dialect becomes a manner of confusion, a concern, to which makes my inner thighs inside pulsate and jive. I’m, fixated on your personal high, you, make the bad girl inside me escape and arise. Your, all the things a woman should want and need, I’m, so overwhelmed, you have me buckling at my knees………because….

           “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

By Poetic (Carloine Gbolade) Soul ©Copyright

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