Sunday, January 1, 2017

RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN

???

I’m
a lil’ girl
masking poetic words
using your reality
in a great ‘SMALL’ world

I cogitate your dreams
‘an’
pen
my mistakes
as though it may seam
but in reality
it’s all fake

‘Cos’
words fade
in the midnight
GONE
but never forgotten
tucked away
barely ‘outta’ sight!


Isn’t it a shame?
poetic thoughts
play these MIND games???
Dedicated to: Game changer
A B.A.D. Poem
All Rights Reserved@ October 17, 2016.





WRITERS BLOCK

Walkers walk
THE WALK,
while
talkers
talk; talks.
Why do I find it hard,
to re-write
the next line?
Brain freeze
caught dead
‘onna’
end street.

I’ve been there before,
‘wit’
Teena Marie
Déjà vu
12 midnight
words are no more.
Renee’s Poems with Wings
no longer take flight
but
Teena’s
song
‘sangs’ me
soulful delights.

I used and abused
words
therefore,
ears have NOT heard
the best of my worst,
‘an’
I’m to blame???
IGNORANT
to a poetic flow
riddled in shame
rhymed to mock
walkers walking 
THE WALK,
while
talkers
talking the talk.

Why do I find it hard
To re-write
the next line?
Brain freeze
Caught dead
‘onna’
end street.
I’ve been here before,
WRITERS BLOCK…
Oh yeah,
cogitates
memory loss

She says it loud
She’s silent
and proud
TRUE ‘DAT’
yet
writers block
has me quiet
as a
church mouse!
Dedicated to: Been here done this (don’t you remember?)
A B.A.D. Poem
All Rights Reserved@ October 16, 2016.






INBOX ME

She met him
on the computer
late night hours
in-boxing her
showers
of
‘luv’
hugs
plus,
‘sum’
kisses
galore
‘hidin’ behind
‘dat’ screen
of
sheltered scenes
rehearsing his lines
of
Disney world dreams

A false photo
accompanies
his lies
broken trust
(A six pack; YEAH RIGHT)
he masks an hides
‘dem’ other ‘girlz’
‘sellin’ ‘em’ dreams
and
deceits.
Where’s his pride?
Will someone tell her PLEASSSE!

Got her a
one-way ticket
flying ‘da’ friendly skies
to none other than
New York; New York
to finally meet
his beloved family
AND ALL!
First things first~~~
He injects you ‘sum’ dope
ON A ROPE
so you can cope
with
Time Square,
melting pots
Lights, camera, action
Weave in her hair
Braids everywhere
‘livin’ in a dump
red stilettoes shoes
911 blues
black as the night
high as the hills
let it do what it do baby
while
dangling you a ruse
pole swinging
Yeah
make no mistakes about it
‘dat’ be you.
Sporting
TWO
black eyeS
one at a time
‘wit’ cheap make up
looking like a fool

Didn’t momma forewarn you?
What a shame???
PRE-abuse
after abuse
after abuse!!!

Young ‘girlz’
listen
to me
(MOMMA’S DEAD RIGHT)
In-box messaging’s
NOT THE PLACE TO BE
You don’t know him by FB name
Rule #1
Sneaky conversations
ARE ALWAYS GAMES!
Rule #2
Meetings
turn you out
&
YOU’RE NEVER QUITE THE SAME!
Rule #3
ALWAYS TALK OPENLY
SO WISE EYES
CAN DISCERN
HIS MESS
THAT
YOU CANNOT SEE!

IN-BOXING’S ‘NOT’ THE PLACE TO BE
IF ONE’S TRULY SINCERE
THEY’LL TALK OPENLY
FOR THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD TO SEE!
Dedicated to: If home ain’t broke don’t let Mr. Jive ‘Talkin’ fix it!
A B.A.D. Poem
All Rights Reserved@ October 17, 2016.

RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN



2 comments :

  1. beautiful AS ALWAYS WONDERFUL POETRY
    DEBBIE bROOKS

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  2. Thank you Author Debbie Brooks for your heartfelt comment.
    Pittsburgh Author Renee' Drummond-Brown.

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