Taste....

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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!!!

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…