BLINDED BY BEAUTY!

A VISION OF AWE
by
Vernon J. Davis Jr.



When She stepped onto the bus,

I didn't noticed Her.

When I did...

Silence became Silent.

The sudden screaming of Her Beauty

Blinded me with a flash of light

As the Sight of Her became nothing but

A Silhouette of a Shadow

As She sat down by me!

My Vision of Her~An Aftermath~

A Vision of Awe

An Emosewa Woman.





With my eyes and mouth agape,

The sound of lust shrieking in my mind,

Speechlessness struck me in my chest.

My heart thumping so loud,

I just knew She heard it.

My ears drumming a beat of uneasiness

Only

I

Felt.

I was in total Awe as Her Perfume

Tickled me with arousement.

Then...

She looked at me and Smiled!

My soul fainted.

But, I didn't let Her know...

That I was melting inside

As I tried to smile back.

I was Awestruck with Her Aura.

Her Awesome Essence Emanating

In front of me,

A Vision of Awe

Truly again--An Emosewa Woman

To me.





Then, before I knew it--it was Her stop.

She got up, still Smiling,

Her Elbow brushing my shoulder,

As She rose like an Angel taking flight.

My shoulder, enjoying that Stimulating,

Smooth Sensual Brush, Slowly Spreading

Throughout my body and soul

As I watched Her slip away.

The sound of my heart still pounding--loudly.

Only I could hear what I saw...

A Vision of Awe

An Emosewa Woman.



Copyright © 12/9/ 2009 Vernon J. Davis Jr.


WWW.vernonjdavisjr.com

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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

http://www.AuthorsDen.com/adstorage/45274/vernon.mp3


Read more at www.vernonjdavisjr.com

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

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

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

MIDNIGHT MISTRESS

MIDNIGHT MISTRESS

She crawls in midnight seeking Her victims.

Your man is Her man.

She's always willing to spread Herself wide-open

to entice his Nature.

She's available to any wandering eye--full of lust.

And if your man wanders

She makes him Her slave

in the deep of night

while giving away Her midnight Secret

bubbling and boiling between Her

moist Forbidden Zone.

And as your man peeks inside, to seek out

the Secret,

He is suddenly sucked into Her seething Vacuum

and never returns.



~She's willing to appease~

She's willing to be...

the Mistress.

She's always willing...

to steal your man



in midnight.



©6/27/2008 Vernon J. Davis Jr. All Rights Reserved

QUEENS OF THE UNIVERSE!!

Didn’t You Know

that

I

see women every day

But!

when I see a BLACK WOMAN

I

immediately

instantly

Melt!

Don’t get me wrong,

it’s not lust.

It’s GOD instilled desire

I was born that way!

When I see the wonderful

BLACK WOMEN

everywhere

everyday!

I see them as the world

should...

QUEENS OF THE UNIVERSE!!


Always,
Vernon

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MY MONUMENTAL TRIBUTE

I know--There's never enough words to describe
You Wonderful Women!
But, the poem below(For my next book--The Emosewa Woman) is my monumental attempt to.
I tried to think of every word I could(even with the help of a thesaurus).
Hope You enjoy--It is a bit long.
(It may sound better, read outloud)

Compliments Of Quality...Quite A Few

TRIBUTE
by
Vernon J. Davis Jr.

My Special Lady, didn't You know, YOU are a Sweet, Beautiful, Comforting, Wonderful, Fabulous, Fantastic, Amazing, Great, Glamorous, Gleaming, Alluring, Sincere, Sexy, Wild, Warm, Exotic, Erotic, Voluptuous, Soothing, Sensuous, Hypnotic Gorgeous Woman?
A Celestial Butterfly,
Hot-Chocolately,
Cocoa Buttery,
Brown-Sugary,
Highly-Intelligent,
Heavenly-Bodily,
Dark & Lovely,
Elegantly-Porportioned,
Silky Smooth,
Luscious, Breathtaking, Passionate, Vibrant,
Virtuous, Vivacious, Intense,
Energetic, Exquisite, Seductive,
Sensational, Sensitive, Serene,
Soft, Sophisticated, Soulful, Steamy,
Sticky-Sweet, Subtle, Succulent,
Sultry, Super-Fine, Supple,
Embracing, Enchanting, Enhancing,
Enjoyable, Enriching, Enticing,
Excellent, Exciting, Extraordinary,
Sizzling, Sparkling,
SPIRITUALLY-ENLIGHTENED,
Charismatic, Mesmerizing, Intoxicating,
Stylish, Stunning, Strong,
Determined, Powerful, Loyal,
Serious, Light-Hearted, Jazzy,
Dazzling, Tantalizing, Temptious,
Truthful, Faithful, Flexible, Real,
Outspoken, Cool, Independent,
Innovative, Inspiring, Intuitive,
Assertive, Attractive, Diverse,
Decisive, Deliberate, Dependable,
Direct To The Point,
Persistent, Proud, Responsible,
Enthusiastic!

*** My Regal Ebony Queen***
YOU Are
Embelishing,
Honey-comb Delicious,
Spicy Cinnamon-Tasty,
Ebony-Cream,
Absorbing,
Adoring,
Affectionate,
Ageless,
Appealing,
Arousing,
Awesome,
A COMPLEX WOMAN,
YOU Are Always
Radiant, Ravishing, Refreshing,
Phenomenal, Captivating, Profound,
Protective, Provocative, Provoking, Potent,
Striking, Flawless, Healthy, Gentle, Loving,
Kind, Unique, Natural, Delicate, Deserving,
Infinitely-Beautiful,
Nuturing, Unbelievable, Talented, Colorful,
Nourishing, Incredible, Intimate,

The Twilight Irresistible Eternal ANGEL of my Heart.

YOU Are My Romantic Ultimate
Beautiful Black Woman,
YOU Are Quality
YOU Are ROYALTY


©2/6/2002-8/31/2002, 6/27/2007 Vernon J. Davis Jr. All Rights Reserved.

MY CHRISTMAS POEM

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 crys.
"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"

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