Tuesdays with Nikki (#15)

It's been a minute since I've blogged. My son has started high school football and my Tuesday and Wednesday evenings have been consumed with touchdowns and tackles. But I'm back tonight. This Thursday my handsome hubby will celebrate his birthday. So this Nikki G selection tonight is one of my favorite poems and it goes out to my hubby. Reflect and enjoy...

You Came, Too

By Nikki Giovanni

Copyright 1968

I came to the crowd seeking friends

I came to the crowd seeking love

I came to the crowd for understanding

I found you

I came to the crowd to weep

I came to the crowd to laugh

You dried my tears

You shared my happiness

I went from the crowd seeking you

I went from the crowd seeking me

I went from the crowd forever

You came, too

Writer's Block Wednesdays (#14)

I'm behind on my words... Whitney sends them, but I've been slacking. So tonight's piece combines two words: ROUGH and LIVE...

In the Midst of the Storm

Copyright 2000

Get thee behind me satan.

I have work to do.

I am God’s child and with me, HE is not threw.

Don’t try to play games with me.

It goes far deeper than that.

I know God’s Word... I know the Bible,

and with that I will attack.

I know Jesus as my Savior and Lord.

HE is the one who I love, cherish and adore.

Get thee behind me satan.

Don’t play games you can not win.

I am a child of God. The Holy Spirit dwells within.

Get thee behind me satan.

Don’t try to be under my feet.

This is game you can not win.

With Jesus there is now such thing as defeat.

Get thee behind me satan.

You can not have my dreams.

Hallelujah is what I scream!

I am not afraid of you.

You have no reign here.

The Lord is my light and my salvation

Whom shall I fear?

God is my shelter, my protector, my all and all.

HIS light shines through me.

In HIM, I stand tall.

Get thee behind me satan.

I am a friend of Jesus Christ

You can not win.

You can not win.

For Christ is my goal and my center.

My home, my family, my life

You can not enter.

You can not enter.

You seem rather stubborn, so I’ll say it once again.

Get thee behind me satan.

For Jesus is my best friend.

I may be weak sometimes

I may stumble... I may fall.

But Jesus, HE picks me up, stands me proud, stands me tall.

Get thee behind me satan.

Go on somewhere else.

I’m not going through this all by myself.

No Jesus is with me.

HE is my friend.

Jesus is with me.

On HIM, I do depend.

So get thee behind me satan and make no mistake

The Word of God says me, HE will never leave nor forsake.

This storm will pass.

This pain will end.

So I say

Thank you Jesus

Thank you Lord.

Thank you my Savior.

Thank you my Friend.

Tuesdays with Nikki (#14)

Tonight's piece from Nikki G is dear to my heart. It was written for her son. My son just started high school and will be playing in his first high school football game tomorrow. So in honor of my first born, my one and only son who I am proud of and thank God for everyday, I offer this piece from Nikki AND a piece I wrote for my son a few years ago. Relax and enjoy...

For Tommy

By Nikki Giovanni

to tommy who:

eats chocolate cookies and lamb chops

climbs stairs and cries when i change his diaper

lets me hold him only on his schedule

defined by my nature

and gave me a new name (mommy)

which supersedes all others

controls my life

and makes me glad

that he does

Elijah

by t.renee

copyright 2000

bright eyed, questioning and curious

"why do you laugh when Daddy kisses your neck?"

energetic, witty and honest

"my Daddy's not a monster, he's just a Dad."

innocent, genuine and caring

" i love you, Mommy"

God's gift

my child

Tuesdays with Nikki (#13)

Tonight's selection from Nikki Giovanni is short and simple, so if you don't catch it the first time, read it again until you do! I am also sharing a piece of mine that flows on the same wave as Nikki's. So once again I welcome you to "Tuesdays with Nikki and t.renee."

Relax and enjoy...

The Butterfly

By Nikki Giovanni

Copyright 1970

those things

which you so laughingly call

hands are in fact two

brown butterflies fluttering

across the pleasure

they give

my body

The Moments...

(for Kareem)

By t.renee

copyright 2000

the moments after making love to you...

laying side by side on the bed

holding hands

our fingers dancing

gentle touches soothing and soft

you rubbing my arms, legs and thighs

kissing my forehead, cheek, neck and shoulders

candlelight dancing on the wall

to the soft jazz playing

on the clock radio

my body tingling

my lips smiling

my eyes dazed

my mind thinking

about the next time

when i can

make love to you...

Writer's Block Wednesdays (#13)

What's up my faithful followers?! The word this week is TURN. I came up with something that maybe a little PG 13, but hey, I'm way over 13 so it's OK. I hope this piece inspires you to play some games...

Let's Play

Copyright 2010

Let's pretend our bed

with it's king size pillow top mattress

is a game board

You game?

Cause I'm game

Your turn...

Right hand on my breast

Left hand on my hip

My turn...

Left hand on your behind

Right hand on your inner thigh

Your turn...

Right hand running down my spine

Left hand exploring

My turn...

Left hand rubbing your neck

Right hand... right there, right there

game over

we both win

Tuesdays with Nikki (#12)

As I was reading through my Nikki Giovanni poetry books, I came across a poem Nikki wrote before I was born that is oddly similar to one I wrote a few years ago. So this Tuesday, I wanna share both. Consider this blog post,"Tuesday's with Nikki and t.renee"!

As always, reflect and enjoy....

Housecleaning

By Nikki Giovanni

copyright 1970

i always liked house cleaning

even as a child

i dug straightening

the cabinets

putting new paper on

the shelves

washing the refrigerator

inside out

and unfortunately this habit has

carried over and i find

i must remove you

from my life

Junk Day

By t.renee

copyright 2000

I'm gathering up all my junk

taking it to the junk yard...

the cat's water bowl... she ran away 3 years ago

the mismatched plates and cup we used to eat canned ravioli on

the old swing falling apart in the backyard where we first kissed

that broken picture frame you got at the 99 cent store

your picture... with you wearing that sly grin I used to love

it makes me nausea now

my heart...

you bruised, mistreated and broke it

before you walked out the door

Writer's Block Wednesdays (#12)... even though it's Thursday

Better late than never! I am really about 2 weeks behind on words Whitney has given me for Writer's Block Wednesday. The word tonight is a word he gave me about 3 weeks ago. So again I say, "better late than never."

This week's word is SELFLESS. I have a lot of thoughts on this one, but the piece I'm sharing is a little to the left. Nonetheless, enjoy!

Selfless South

(for my SSC)

Copyright 2010

There's something bout the South

It offers

tall,full, green trees

bundled together

promising shade

from the hot humid days

offering mystery and suspense

to wide-eyed boys

seeking adventure

HBCUs

Clark, Morehouse, Spelman,

Fisk, Kentucky State, Tuskegee

Alabama A&M and Jackson State

rich is history and strong in tradition

There's something bout the South

Sweet tea

served in mason jars

on wrap around porches

swatting mosquitoes

with church fans

Fried catfish and spaghetti

at the Family Reunion

Aunties and cousins dancing the "Mississippi Mudslide"

A shot of Patron at Dudley's

with the regulars-

gold teeth, short skirts and Kangols

There's something bout the South

Catching a glimpse of a deer

on the curved road at midnight

the first kiss on the porch swing

Granny's soft hands braiding my hair

Soul Sista Cousin's laughter

a friendship that will last forever

There's something bout the South

that feels like home