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Kiss Me, Fool
By: S. Ann Cole As we laid beneath the stars He pulled a string of his guitar A blend with the sound of the crickets made a vibration of the pickets By just the sound of that voice arousal wasn't a choice I closed my eyes clenched my thighs, unaware of his powers, I surmised With hands of fire, He stood me up And that thing called desire Overfilled my cup "Lay your head on my chest, my lady And dance to the beat of my heart" My head I rested in that nest, And a warm sensation possessed The warmth, that beat, how soothing hearts to hearts, communing Soft fingers ran down a neck, Then came faster movements with each step For a beat has changed pace, A sweet race to a sweet place With a tilt of a chin, ana a search of the eyes, Through a night white grin, came a whisper, "Kiss Me Fool" A Letter To Mama (A creole verse)
by: S. Ann Cole Mama, Mama, oh where you be? Oh how I would do anything to go back in time with thee I long to taste your breadfruit roasted I here with mi wife but I rather be with you instead She cook she steak, But sweet cake she nuh bake She put she food on top mi plate But oh lawd, mi nuh like how it taste She fish full of scale, And she chicken too pale And she cook the chicken foot with the toenails! Mama, mama, oh where you be? Oh please, please come and get me I long for some boil and fry dumpling Some chicken back bone I want to be crunching Mama, please hide and bring me something Cause when I eat she food my belly start hurting To eat this woman food is something I dread So please come get me Mama, before I turn up dead! |
I Love Thee
by: S. Ann Cole I love thee, I love thee But away I must flee For together we are but still we can't be I love thee, I love thee Oh please set me free For my weakness you knew And used it against me You lie in streets with every woman you see You tell them the words That you once told me With thoughts of thee, I'm wrapped in my bed But there's no thoughts of me, going through your head I've been a fool, That has rushed in Great love My Darling, I've held within I thought you were the one I thought you'd be true Thought my searching was done Now I have to let go from you I love thee, I love thee Til' i can't love thee no longer But thanks for being You For you've made me stronger... The Voice by: S. Ann Cole My whole life has fallen apart, I was slowly vanishing into the dark The people who were there when I had it all Was nowhere in sight when my life was being stalled I was crying for help, No one heard, but myself Each drop that left my eye spoke for itself Tip... Anger Tip... Disappointment Tip...Confusion Tip...Depression Tip...Pain Tip, tip, tip… I was emotionally drained I felt no more pain There is nothing to gain Would some some care? A word of encouragement? Please, do share! But there was no one... No one to say “It’ll be alright” No one to say “I’m here” No one to say “Rest, I’ll stay the night” There was voice, though The same voice that got me here... Telling me of a way to eliminate my fears So I listened, heeding to voice's suggestions Pulling those strands... Slitting that wrist... It whispered, “You’ll be better, I swear” It’s almost over, The ending is near Looking at my solution, I slightly grinned I had five empty spaces And one shiny little thing I grinned a little harder, Click…. Nothing I grinned even wider, Click… Nothing I laughed! Cathartically loud, Click … Nothing Just a smile this time... Anxiety Fear The belief in that swear... Click… Nothing Now I was silent, There were no more laughs I closed my eyes A lonely tear ran down my cheek Slowly, I pulled... POW!!! |
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A King's Cry
By: S. Ann Cole Youth, oh youth, Where have thou flee? You and your cousin Time Have swiftly abandoned me I cherished you not For I knew not your value Come ye back, Walk me down your avenue. I will pay gold and diamonds All the riches in my kingdom, Should you return to me, And stayed just a little while. My frail bones aches, My eyes see dimly, I crawl at snail’s pace, My lips squeeze grimly Youth, oh Youth! For you I am bereaved, For years spent with you, Can never be retrieved! |
Death, The Victor
By: S. Ann Cole Beheaded. Beheaded. On the morrow I shall be beheaded. Command it is of the King On the morrow I shall be beheaded. Deafened ear he gave to my plea, Granted no permission of me to speak Innocent I am of whatever charge there be But still… On the morrow I shall be beheaded. Traitor! Treason you have sowed! Traitor! You shall die before your foes! Traitor! You shall be one head shorter! Traitor! You shall die the death of a martyr! Glossy eyes stare up at me, Dry mouths cheer on in victory “Get on with it,” some say. “Lord have mercy,” some pray. In the night, my flesh was afraid to die, Now in light, my soul can’t wait to fly. Behead me! Behead me! Oh, hastily behead me! I desire no more to live, In this world of cruelty… |