Monday, November 23, 2009
THAT TIME OF YEAR!!
MAN WITH THE GOLDEN WINGS
by
Vernon J. Davis Jr.
It is Christmas Eve
and the snow is falling
on a lonely little house
in the countryside.
Come..., let us go inside and listen.
In this house, a little girl lies asleep
in her bed.
But sleep she doesn't stay, for she's
awaken by a bright light instead.
The light comes through her bedroom
window with warming colors.
And when she looks out her window,
she sees a man with wings on his back.
Golden Wings at that.
"Mama! Mama! Come look,come see!"
The little girl runs out her room as she cries.
"I just saw a man with Golden Wings outside.
He's tall and handsome, with a great big smile.
And his arms are full of nice shiny things.
Mama, who do think this man is with
Golden Wings?"
Slowly her mother looks up from her rocking chair.
She is still young with fair eyes,but now has grey
hair.
"Hush girl," She barely speaks in a soft whisper.
"Don't come runnin in here tellin me no
boldface lies.
Your mama ain't feeling well, and there ain't
no man with Golden Wings outside.
I'se know you'se excited cause Christmas
is coming.
But, ain't no lying gonna make dawn come
a runnin."
"But, but mama, I ain't lyin! I did see this man
outside.
He, he, had a halo on his head too, to go with
his big smile.
His Wings moved slowly to keep the snow
off them,
and he wanted to say something to me.
But, I ran in here so I could get you to see
this man with Golden Wings."
"Honey,...listen, your eyes can play tricks on you.
And the snow can make you see things too.
I remember when I was excited for Christmas
at your age.
I saw a giant lion with a great big white beard.
Hmp, it was nothing but a dream, but, I sure
was scared."
The little girl hangs her head and quietly says
"Mama, I'm sorry."
"Baby, that's all right."
"But, listen child, I know we haven't
had much in our way of living.
And hardly anyone,nowadays, has been
in the Spirit for giving.
But you know I'se tried to make things right
for both of us, since your daddy died.
So, for your daddy, we both have to survive."
"Tell me more about daddy, what was he like?"
"Your daddy was a God-fearing man, who died
before you was born.
And he died seven years ago on Christmas morn.
He was on his way home with presents in his arms,
when he was lost in the snow.
And he never knew he would have a daughter,
He never knew he would be a father."
"Was he a nice man?"
"Of course he was."
"But enough of this, go on back to bed
and get some rest.
And when you get up, I'll have you a good
hot breakfast."
The little girl gives her mother a hug and whispers
"Merry Christmas Mama" and slowly turns
away.
"Merry Christmas to you to, sweetheart,"
her mother replys while watching her daugther's
silent stroll
as she suddenly feels the overwhelming
emptiness of her own lonely soul.
Quietly she rises from her rocking chair,
walking to her own room with much pain to bear.
She climbs into bed, wiping away her tears,
and glancing out her window, she feels a slight
fear.
And when sleep descends on her eyelids, she
asks GOD, "Does anyone really care?"
*******
*******
*******
"Mama! Mama! Wake-up, Wake-up! he really was
here!"
The little girl's voice rings in her mother's ear.
"Come look, come look, come see for yourself,"
she says while pulling and dragging her mother out
of bed
to see what Christmas day had bred.
By the bedroom window laid many pretty gifts
nestled comfortably in a glittering snow drift.
Toys and clothes all neatly arrayed
placed carefully with Love and Harmony
by the Man with the Golden Wings.
But the most surprising gift of all
that the mother only saw...
was her husband's wedding ring.
She slowly bends down and picks it up
while her daughter asks
"Mama, was He an Angel?"
"Yes Dear," her Mother replys.
"And much more. He was your Daddy,
come home."
It is Christmas Day
and the snow has stopped falling.
And the lonely little house
in the countryside,
for today,
isn't so lonely.
Vernon J. Davis Jr. (c)copyright 1977, 2001 & 2006.
From my upcoming book--"THE EMOSEWA WOMAN"
Hear more of my poetry at the link below
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Thursday, August 06, 2009
THE YOU or "What I Want You To Be...Doesn't Matter"
THE YOU
I wonder why,
You are the You,
You are
Why can't You be the You,
The You
I want You to be
The You,
I think You should be...for me
Or
Are You being the You,
The You,
You were Born to be
Without me
Interfering
With the You,
The You,
You should be--Just You
I wonder why,
You are the You,
You are
The You,
You should be
The You...
Always
(c)copyright 8/06/2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr.
Read more Poetry at www.vernonjdavisjr.com
I wonder why,
You are the You,
You are
Why can't You be the You,
The You
I want You to be
The You,
I think You should be...for me
Or
Are You being the You,
The You,
You were Born to be
Without me
Interfering
With the You,
The You,
You should be--Just You
I wonder why,
You are the You,
You are
The You,
You should be
The You...
Always
(c)copyright 8/06/2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
YOUR FINGERS
Her Sensuous Touch Paints Wisdom Through Her Pen.
For The Duchess Poet
YOUR FINGERS
by
Vernon J. Davis Jr.
There's
That Subtle Yearning,
That Tingling, Your Fingers Create
With Words
From Your Muse
I Know You Are
Writing About Me
Thinking About Me
Making Me Want Me...
Guide Your Fingers Into My Mouth
And Spell
L-O-V-E...
With
My
Tongue
Your Fingers Always Caressing That
Stiff,
Erect,
"Stand-At-Attention!"
Pen,
Easily Aroused
By Your Touch
By Your Insight
I Wish I Was That Pen
Because,
Your Fingers Would Always
Make Me Feel Good
As You Begin To Write
Rolling Those Fingers Of Yours...
Around Me
©6/16/2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr. All Rights Reserved.
Read more poetry at www.vernonjdavisjr.com
For The Duchess Poet
YOUR FINGERS
by
Vernon J. Davis Jr.
There's
That Subtle Yearning,
That Tingling, Your Fingers Create
With Words
From Your Muse
I Know You Are
Writing About Me
Thinking About Me
Making Me Want Me...
Guide Your Fingers Into My Mouth
And Spell
L-O-V-E...
With
My
Tongue
Your Fingers Always Caressing That
Stiff,
Erect,
"Stand-At-Attention!"
Pen,
Easily Aroused
By Your Touch
By Your Insight
I Wish I Was That Pen
Because,
Your Fingers Would Always
Make Me Feel Good
As You Begin To Write
Rolling Those Fingers Of Yours...
Around Me
©6/16/2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr. All Rights Reserved.
Read more poetry at www.vernonjdavisjr.com
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Thursday, March 05, 2009
A NUBIAN KISS
A NUBIAN KISS
by
Vernon J. Davis Jr.
In the deep dark
I thought they were Her lips
Waking me up
But who I saw
Was not She(Syawla)
Breathing in my face.
The eyes I didn't recognize
Yet,...so close to mine
And when she floated
Back a step,
She was new,
A soft shadow,
A Nubian Seraph
Not Who I Thought She
Would be
Not my personal Wraith
Just a new muse
Leaving Her
Angelic Lyrical Rhythm
Imprinted upon my soul.
A Nubian Seraph
Loving me...with Wisdom
(c)copyright 3/2/2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr.
Read more poetry at www.vernonjdavisjr.com
by
Vernon J. Davis Jr.
In the deep dark
I thought they were Her lips
Waking me up
But who I saw
Was not She(Syawla)
Breathing in my face.
The eyes I didn't recognize
Yet,...so close to mine
And when she floated
Back a step,
She was new,
A soft shadow,
A Nubian Seraph
Not Who I Thought She
Would be
Not my personal Wraith
Just a new muse
Leaving Her
Angelic Lyrical Rhythm
Imprinted upon my soul.
A Nubian Seraph
Loving me...with Wisdom
(c)copyright 3/2/2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr.
Read more poetry at www.vernonjdavisjr.com
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