I been waiting for Nigerian thunder,
moving against cast-iron trees
cleansing my skin with maple sap
lost in my native tongue tapping my hands
towards the land
my song,my fight
I’m waiting on me…
Krissy Mosley2014 all rights reserved
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Learning to Be Human
I am learning to be human
While there are those that point fingers and judge.
I am learning to be human.
Birthed, first in soul formation,
God-she/he blew wind in my nostril
and we became living souls.“Fearfully and wonderfully made”
The Yin and Yang synchronizing our infinite efforts
to be naked,fulfilled,bearing fruit.
Picked at an appointed time
Like the dew resting on a single blade of grass
enduring Summer’s smokeI am learning to be human.
Surrendering my struggle, finding my lost praise
This simple balance of emotional worship
To be re set in spirit.(True worship)
I am learning to be human in all capacity.Poet :Krissy Mosley
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To honor victims’ of suicide and their families. May we find peace.Please share,take time to show love.Amani…. (Peace)
The eggyolk bricks skipping places ,
Hallucinations pumping her gifted wings.
Kabbalah (tree of life) pryamids,
Formulating Exits
Pointing to the “Chief CornerStone.”
The “one the builder’s rejected “
Hold on, victims’ of solidarity,
She parted many rivers
Closing the middle passage of suicide
Watching broken boats fly
Seven times,
Shall we live,
Shall we live.
Poet:Krissy Mosley© 2014
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Today’s prompt :writing a poem in another language. So my heart pulls toward that which I once studied but now it is a forgotten language to my tounge.Dedicated to my Swahili teacher Dr.Books, “Mama Titi” Something I created and put to song …Happy writing Amani
Translates: Two hands ,pray peace,mighty spirit, peace…Mikono miwili,
Kuomba amani
Roho kuu
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So people wonder why I wrap my head, to be honest I started in phases,to love my self more,to create, to be inspired , and I was tied of looking like everybody else. Whatever our Art maybe,I think its empowering when Art is made… peace
Where are you from;then I asked why?
Startled by my “Gele” my head tied.
With Iris-blue melodies, each layer gives me strength.
Daily rituals of positive formations, my tree is bent.
Portal of healing covering my head.
I am a queen in my own way.
Following the God-One who hears me when I pray.
Lowering my eyes, calming down to listen.
Echoing noise of stillness.
Surrendering my monkey thoughts.
My nostrils flare, floating air is caught
Aborting all negativity.
Aborting all negativity.
Here I am in my process
Walking between the men.
Deeply undoing the hurtful stresses
This world can put me in.
This world can put me in.
Poet: Krissy Mosley All rights reserved 2014
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Frankincense smothered,
beneath the withering bark of city trees.
Humming dig deep.
What shall I find?
A retrieved soul.
Many streams flowing of milk and honey.
Ghettos laid of straw.
Thankful,
my feet are walking.
Although I’ve struggled days without lights.
Thankful my hands are mighty.
Although my battles have been hard to fight.
Yes I’ve cried praying with my tears on the ground
I am a
Thankful soul.
Poet:Krissy Mosley©2014
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The reason I write,to tell stories and bring Spring even in Wintery times.
I love to share hope,and laughter GodBless. May our lives be rich Thank you for visiting either blog: Mother Bethel Poetry or kneal1
Poet:Krissy Mosley©2014The stillness of water mimics the blue birds crackle.
She wrestled spring on her hips.
Aggressively painting sun-stained orange sometimes fiery-red.
Salivating with power on her tongue.
Blinking ,colliding two thoughts toward the sea of purpose.
Rolling down windows ,breaking into the attic to re-invent a voice of her own.
Poet Krissy Mosley.
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What brings you joy? Look around and see Joy….Poet Krissy Mosley
Emerald waters
Whispered hope,
The bright Sun sang a love song to me.
She was short,curly hair of wool,
Holding God’s hand ,
unshakeable, unmovable,
“these years have not all been pure sugar,”
Sometime raw,blistering winds,”
“but there is joy in morning ”
Poet Krissy Mosley
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My desire is to live,simply without worry ….Here is my original work enjoy
Poet Krissy MosleyThe awkward walking frogs came to greet me.
Leaping, and flying into my swamps
Dancing in mud pies ,
Jet landing fruitflies shared a sting so sweet.
God’s earthlings’
without fret.
Sitting,rumbling,beating’
Live now….
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It was more than a sickness.
It was more than love,
more than,
fear and faith;
it was more than a date.
This thing and I;
more than still-toed shoes
dancing good bye.
God and I,
became lovers,
became joy,
became sweet buttermilk coffee
together without exasperation.
More than a swimmers smile
more than death, more than life,
I am a conqueror,
this God and I.
Poet: Krissy Mosley
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