SMH… Part. 4

Still SMH… “His Perspective”

Part 4………..

My thoughts were unsettled as I ran out of the door and got into my car,

Before I reversed … I took one last look … and saw his silhouette afar,

There go those feelings again….. smh

Here I am, ready to give my love away

Here I am, unattached

Here I am …… smh

Before I knew it, I was dialing his number,

I guess I needed closure,

I wanted to know why did he welcome me, and subject me to ecstasy, …. Then reject me …. Smh

“ I was expecting your call”, Was his salutation.

“ How could you see the bend of my curves in bare form,

delight in my bouquet,

taste my fruit …. and not be turned on?” My indignation.

After a long pause, he proceeded to explain…..

“ My lady, you do more than turn me on, you take my breath away”

I remained silent, I NEEDED to hear what else he had to say,

“When I received your text, I felt blessed ! “

My panties became wet…… smh

“ You were like a dream in my doorway, illuminated in pure beauty and natural grace,

I was immediately aroused, and when you allowed me, to touch you, baby I felt like I won the lottery…

that shit felt good. Forgive me, if I stole your … potency”


“ You bring heaven to the room, I just had to touch you”

By this time, I’m looking for a place to pull over, I can’t focus he’s making love to my mind …..

“ and when I seen you from behind….. I knew I had to fuck you”


He’s telling me all these sweet nothings,

I’m fantasizing and rubbing,

hoping he grants me the pleasure ……of …..his….. sweet………………………… lovin’ smh.

My breathing became deep, and although I wasn’t standing, my knees became weak!

“ I need you” … I whispered.


To Be Continued… That was still the 3rd encounter… Stay Tuned for Part 5!

A: Poetic Thought By: Rosalind E.

“SMH… Part 4” Is A Poetic Thought Written By: Rosalind Edwards © Copyright Musiqplug 2016, All Rights Reserved.

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Living Legend

Living Legend

Momma didn’t have a car, but everyday I was being driven by these vivid Visions walking to and from school, stayed cool on a hot Summer day dream of making my own toons, Bus stop was far from home, pause, put on my shoes and walk with me through the Valley of the shadow of homicide, drug sales, prostitutes, drug abuse and obtuse peers, gears from Sears, Walkman blaring, 36 Chambers in my ear canals, silenced all but the car horns, I’m honing my escape plans from these 15 blocks of hell, hoping, praying somebody doesn’t drive by and shoot, dodging coked up elders picking up Coke cans for a living, there was nothing Pleasant about my City until I got to Spruce, to be and what not to be was always apparent, enforced by an always ready with the belt Single Parent, I brought you into this World and I’ll take you out kept me out of detention, mouths don’t speak what the eyes Witness on these streets, unless it’s Jehovah; Grandma’s many Life lessons, that and her prayers kept me out of a coffin, as I grew and the quality of Life around me lessened, I asked myself more questions, looked for more answers, paid more attention to my surroundings, that focus brought me to my Destiny, Summer ’94 I stumbled onto my Passion; it kept me out of prison and all other stereotypical statistics known to a young black man raised by a single mom, memoirs of a Living Legend. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

“Living Legend” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved


My Sunday Morning Prayer

“My Sunday Morning Prayer”

My Sunday Morning prayer, R.I.P to Yesterday, last Week, last Month, last Year…. The Darkest part of the P.M is right before the A.M, welcome New Day, Greetings New Week, behold, I shall be glad and rejoice in thee….Because you’re not promised to no one, but yet here you are ticking away with me, LORD I pray for all my Kings and Queens going through it, the ones that are stressed and uncertain about where things are going, when things are coming, those that are on the ledge of their Hope, the one’s at the precipice of their Faith, those that are full of angst that they’re even developing shortness of breath due to anxiety, LORD touch their hearts, calm their minds, give them a sign to soothe their Souls, they don’t mean to doubt YOU, they’re just curious, and things are tough out here not knowing, Faith and Hope is a luxury in this 21st Century. I’m coming to YOU because, well who else? YOU are IT, if YOU don’t do it, it won’t get done, All of my eggs are in YOUR basket, hatch me a New Mindset, where old things are passed away, help me to behold that all things are New in me despite my current environment or situation, Abba search my heart for the words that I cannot utter because of my language barrier in this physical body, I know that you speak Spirituality and I feel it in my Spirit, search my heart LORD, the words are there. I pray that YOU do it swiftly in Yeshua’s consent. Amen… My Sunday Morning Prayer. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

“My Sunday Morning Prayer” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved


Hollowed BE

“Hollowed BE”

Oh Hollowed BE, deep is the hole of THY Key, who can reach the pits of THY keep and unlock THEE, how about a round of applause for the CREATOR of Creating, conceptualizing your inherited thought processes and mines, theirs and ours, from the meeting point of the seed and the egg, take the yolk off around your brain and think, ions ago, out of a single train of thought, then, BOOM, Sound, you heard that BANG!!? it was Big, like a hit song everyone can sing, everywhere you travel, you hear the same tune in the car passing, the melodies in the wind, the words in a conversation, the cadence in someone’s stepping, the tone in a hum or a whistle, the beat in a tap, slow clap for the DEBATER of Debaters, can’t you see, that every opinion of every being is a grain of sand around HIS massing sea, your simple ideals are easily waved and moved from shore to shore, HIS words crash over all that is written by a mere mortal’s hand, washes it off for the next generation to scribe and proclaim that it is they that can stand the test of HIS Time, who can contain YOUR grander in a single thought during a single lifetime and not go insane, Hallowed be thy Name, oh Hollowed BE. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

“Hollowed BE” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved


Love is Blind

Love is Blind

Ignorance is kind, the most blissful thing about Love is that it’s blind, shading the overwhelming light of the Truth behind, fine, pull back the curtains of reality and you will find, that it’s almost always easier to digest a little white lie, sigh, here’s a sign, what did you think of first when you read that last line, baby you don’t look fat in that dress from the neck down, knowing well that she went from a Coca Cola bottle to a bottle of wine, King you’re not that great in the sheets, some of that huffing and puffing is for your super ego, but you don’t hear me though, due to Love, the Queen can’t just let you know that she’s putting on a show, so, you’ll be kind and rewind the movie, watch it all over, take notes then have a better sequel, can’t you see, oh yeah, the most blissful thing about Love is that it’s Blind. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

“Love is Blind” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved


Queen of Hearts

“Queen of Hearts”

Queen of Hearts, the most precious Jewel on my Crown, she was down for the King like 4 flats on a 52 Cadillac, I’d pitch it, she’d smile and bat her lashes, back full of scratches, I’m sliding for home base, slap box then beat it up like Cassius, I am her thriller in Manila, pause, pockets knocked by the opposer, Sabali, 9 counts on the mat, legendary hustle, shake it off, rise and shine, penetrate the defense, grind, give, give, give everything but up, peep the format, check my stats, look in the mirror and face those facts, during the chase of a few racks, I’ve neglected to stamp my time card, now tears are being shed while she’s huddled with the wolf pack, came out, took 2 steps back with 2 quarters, talking about I’ve dropped the ball so she’s passing up on Black, my Kings, it’s straight division of dividends when she starts dealing with them jokers, are you getting where I’m aiming at, catch that, then run it back to the Palace, the most precious Jewel on my Crown, I can’t deal without you on deck, I would’ve never played you, Sabali yonkonte, Queen of Hearts. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

“Queen of Hearts” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved



I’m a get a S Class and big house
Its gonna end with G.
And that Bytch mean
I could dream
Or use that as the catalyst
To increase my Reign
Heart of flames, propane breathe
Hussain kept it real with his people
Wheels gleam for the sequel
Skills ingested be perplexin
Sometimes I’m congested
But then again mind flex’s
Heinz ketchup
procrastihate or get up
Gon’ head and vest up
Won’t do your head no good
Dumb founded by my tactics
This could end quick
But I love to give life
Right before I snatch it
Senior’s bastard
No seams just plastic


A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.

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Kesha Says Part. 13

“Dear Others,”

My faith, my resilience, my patience, my tolerance, my love, my drive, my sanity, my endurance, my focus, my direction, my dedication and commitment; have all been under strain over the past few months. There has been a tremendous restlessness within my spirit that I just cannot seem to shake, but as I sit here; something within me says; “despite it all; not once have you entertained the thought of giving up.” I literally felt emotional within that moment of internal affirmation.

NO I haven’t nor would I ever disclose the nitty gritty details of my life on social media; however, I do feel an overwhelming sense of obligation to speak on the reality that as a human being I am perfectly made in the image of my creator; yet still dreadfully flawed.

Too many times we paint for the world; a glued together collage of our so called “perfect life,” BUT when the likes, comments and accolades dwindle and you revert to the TRUTH, you’re now faced with the reality that Elmers Glue is only fit to agglutinate to paper.

I view being flawed and vulnerable with the same respect as my strengths. Your life would be much more of an inspiration to others when you stop pretending and admit to and shine light on the TRUTH.

You’re flawed; and that’s PERFECTLY OK!

Kesha Says… Written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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