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Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton

February 21st, 2015
Poetry PotLuck: I Love Lucille Clifton Homage to her Hips even though I am small frame I see my hips as magic too, and her words lift me… the power in a woman… Her Poem moves me to have that Self love talk in the Mirror hey “My life loves me”…

Homage to My Hips
BY LUCILLE CLIFTON
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Lucille Clifton, “homage to my hips” from Good Woman. Copyright © 1987 by Lucille Clifton. Reprinted with the permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179615
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Day 5 (Fog) Crystal

February 20th, 2015
Naw,naw naw.

Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink.

Shadow-calling God in Make believe.

Somewhere past the moon squares.

Where men are made of snow.

Fiery rains a comin,

Ya can’t fix stupid, everywhere you go.

Poetry Writing Challenge Fog-Today’s form, the elegy ,poetic device Metaphor
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Space

February 13th, 2015
Dear clutter, it’s been swell. Living underneath the piles of flimsy wash-cloths and moldy shelves.

I’ve tried, and you’ve lied, about the mess nobody makes.It takes courage to thoroughly clean,

Beneath basements and baseboards.

Look what we’ve become!

Shabby and raggedy,always nagging bout the times when you was as fine as oatmeal.

Please.

I’m not asking.Still my space..
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The loaves

February 12th, 2015
My tears are no ordinary waters.

It was here, my gut rose to take its place.Its gonna be alright.

My life, is gonna be alright.Have a small bite,

These rainy cycles of loving me.All because I indulged in dark cherry, brownies …

Wait never mind the calories…

Got down in the bottom of skillet,

feeling good…
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Humble Sense

February 5th, 2015
Black Waters Spice,

You do something nice,

A comfy currant with cinnamons and cayenne.

Inside my Low-days,

Fishy-grey thoughts.

I do blame,

wash away with Lavender & Sage.

My black waters spice

I found my happy, smells good too…
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Crazy

February 3rd, 2015
She picked and scratched her edges.Her uterus burst forth in hunger.

By default she gravitated toward evil and worshipped,

in meal,in song,in suffering.

Trying to hold crazy together.

Her crooked places made her stumbled in

Amen,Amen Amen.

Her Halleluiah, swallowed vigorously the evil she had married in her head,

sinner and saint.

Amen.Amen.Amen

She would be driven out in bullet holes,HIV,and over grown-fur coats.

Trying to hold crazy together.

Amen.Amen.Amen

Run.Run.

Run with your Amen

Trying to hold crazy together…
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To the Pen…

December 23rd, 2014
I write to keep my rhythm and string.Sometimes Its all I have, while life abandon’s me.Centering all my ticks and tocks.Cultivating these itchy thoughts. A healthy word a day keep the demons at bay. Regenerating word-cells ; if it were not for writing I would be alone.

Poet:Krissy Mosley
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Sisters

December 19th, 2014
She took her mind out for a short walk.Along the way,the left brain said to the right.

“They divided us and now we must work together!”

The shadows we boxed ,longing for stillness.Fragmented cavities of uncertainty.

Turning onto Cherry street; ant piles shaped the X sign on the sidewalk.

Little dirty children we use to be.Her spirit whistled like the wind.Her body found new land with skin and algae.Under holy waters she bathed daily.

Erupted tides of new beginnings.

Poet Krissy Mosley
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Together

December 10th, 2014
While the shoes are gathered together

I think of Philly,

no feet walking, just shoes

of where we could go

aligned with blue-black night

I think of London’s skyline

I think of my people

Old man Jack

frozen in the snow

Of “Maya Angelou”

“All God’s children have shoes”

I think of El Paso

and I’ll put on shoes

Poet:Krissy Mosley
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Flow

December 9th, 2014
When going up,

no-less,holding on.

When going down,

give-in:Jasmine petals,

the onions,

breaking up the fevers.

Unclogging the mind.

Happiness has a flow.

Poet;Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014
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