My Queen

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You are worth it that I know
I can see your spirit glow.
You are warmth when my heart is cold..
I’m blessed as the 1 you’ve choose..
Royal be thy Queen…
From the concrete comes a rose.
Loyal be thy Queen
With a God fearing soul..
Chase me with your love..
I’m sure you will catch me…
You can have anything you please..
All you have to do is ask me..
I shall spoil you with gifts..
They’ll come without asking..
My Queen is worth the world..
And for the record I am bragging
My Queen shall have the best..
For my love there’s no contest..
When you stress I can’t rest..
You own that thump in my chest..
Before I lie I will confess..
I’m looking forward to progress..
With marriage we end the shaking…
And continue to be blessed..
My Queen shall cherish me through the good and bad..
Never turn her back or talk down on her man…
Willing to give just as well as receive..
We shall Protect our seeds and provide and ride by any means.

 

My Queen

 

A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel Saffold

 

“My Queen” Is A Poetic Thought Written by:Marvel Saffold © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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WATER GIRL DOWN!!

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Down goes the Water Girl!!!!

It all started when I decided to be a water girl for the football team at my school (John I. Leonard), crazy right I know ! Oh let me tell you there were some cute football players there *smiles*. It was a very challenging job because I had to put out their jerseys and make sure they were in numerical order, good thing was I wasn’t alone. I had my friend Ashley to help me, we had to wash their NASTY JERSEYS as well and they did not smell to good. I got to travel with the team to their football games, they treated me like their little big sister and we were all family in a strange way. I cheered them on at the games, I had custom made shirts for my friend and I. I really knew they considered me as family when my birthday came around, one of the coaches bought me a strawberry shortcake cake; I decided to share the cake with the team, it was a surprise to them. But to my surprise they already knew and they started singing happy birthday to me and it was great! Everyone at my school knew me as Kendall the water girl, strangely I started to become a little popular well, and lets just say well known. I never thought that I be the water girl for a football team but once I got used to it didn’t bother me as much . There were times when I got really upset with the players, some of them started to become disrespectful but once I showed them the side they have never seen before. They eventually apologized and they became more respectful towards me, some defended me when they saw that one of the football players were being disrespectful, which was really nice and sweet.

The most horrible thing that could happened to a water girl for the football team.

The football team had an away game so we set everything up such as the water, the water bottles. So my friend and I decided to go to the concession stand before the game started. When we got there, there were crowds of people but no one in line so we were first and the lady at the stand asked, “what would you like” and soon as I said GATORADE I felt like something really HUGE hit me in the back of my right leg, it was a golf cart, so I ignored it. People were asking if I was okay I said, “yes I’m fine”  then the cart driver hit me again but this time my knee went right and hit the concession stand wall which was concrete and the people around were saying screaming for him to stoppppppp, when he finally did and they rushed to me saying, “are you okay” I replied, “I don’t know, I’m just in complete shock right now”. The thing is, his golf cart didn’t make any noise so I didn’t know he was even behind me to begin with .The lady from the concession stand told me she’s going to file an incident report and call my mother. She put ice on my knee and I went to one of the coaches who considers me his daughter, limping and he asked me what’s wrong and I told him and oh my gosh, the expression on his face was not pretty. When the rest of the football team found out they were furious and wanted revenge, I assuaged the situation and said OH MY GOSH, NO, calm down!!

Even more amicable, was one of our players who was already hurt from one of the previous games that had crutches, he was like “here Kendall take these”, I said,” no, I’m fine” and laughed out loud, mind you he’s about 6’3″, those extra long crutches wouldn’t even look right on me, they issue crunches out to you by your height and I’m only 5’1.

As time went on, everyone was very much still concerned about my well-being, telling me be to careful, and sit down, I said no, because it’s just my friend and I, she cant handle this task all by herself. All the while, I didn’t truly know what was really wrong with my knee. I’m just going on filling up the water bottles. Then the lady comes over to me and said I talk to your mom and she’s very upset, which is expected. During the game I’m nervous, shaking and most of all confused. So after the game we got on our way to get on the bus, which then I should have known that something’s really wrong with my knee because I couldn’t even put my foot down on floor to walk the steps. To my rescue was the good friend that I have, she allowed me to put whole right leg on hers the whole ride. When I got off the bus, which took me forever, because I was limping just to get by, I started to cry, because the pain was so excruciatingly bad, to make matters worse, I had to take the ACT the very next day, early in the morning. The football coach came up to me and if i wanted to go to the hospital I declined. He was trying to convince me that I needed to, but I repeatedly said no. My mom came there furious of course, she was really mad that someone’s carelessness got me hurt, so I calmed her down and we went home.. I was screaming the whole time, saying ma I cant put my leg down and I certainly can’t pull off my own pants, because I was just in so much pain. When I finally got them down my knee was swollen like a baseball, it was every color you can imagine purple, green, blue I was next level crying when I saw that!!!

Finally, I was told that I had to go get physical therapy for my knee, but before that I had to get an MRI done on it. That was very nerve wrecking for me, because I never had to do such thing before . when I got my MRI results, the therapist told me that I had a torn muscle around my knee, which is my meniscus,  he said that when my knee impacted the wall from the hit, he described that the swelling was an immediate reaction from the torn meniscus. I had to go to physical therapy for two days out of the week or more at times and I was issued a knee brace. The whole situation got even more grave when the therapist said to me “Kendall, you are going to have problems with your knee later on life, pretty much for as long as you live“ my reaction to that was more crying!! All of this, because a stupid kid on a golf cart carelessly hit me, now I’m going to have early arthritis problems!!! Well, the therapist was right, because as we speak I have to wear a knee brace no matter what I do, I can still run, but not for long. because when I do, I start to feel real sharp pains in that knee or if I sit down certain ways for long, I get the same sharp pain.

I’m telling you all this story because this is a serious case and it’s not a joke, I practically got hit by a car . -Kendall the “Water Girl”

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My Life, My Joy, My Pain Page. 10

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“Mommas Boy”

 

Being spoiled as the only child for a periodic time had its ups and downs. For me atleast, I feel like it did, because you’re around this one person 24/7 that has this cherishing loving spirit like noone you know. Yet it was a proven gift & a curse, because even though my mom spoiled me.. That attention didn’t come from everyone, only her. I had to learn over time that there’s noone like Momma.

 

My mom gave me the best years of my life with her comfort and just knowing she will be there, that alone always made me feel secure. It’s a blessing now to be able to teach others the benefit of Momma and having my story to tell, but at the end of the day I just want her back.

 

It is what it is though. The thing about my mom is that she didn’t show favoritism when my siblings came along, she spoiled all three of us.

 

The was nothing that I needed that she didn’t make happen for me, and even though it wasn’t the best of the best, it was top notch to me. Other kids spoiling looked a lot fancier then my spoiling, but my spoiling came with pure love and sacrifice of her last. I miss and love you Pamela Marie Sephes.

 

To Be Continued next Monday…

 

My Life, My Joy, My Pain… The Autobiography

 

A: Marvelous Thought By: Marvel

 

“Mommas Boy” was A Marvelous Thought by: Marvel Saffold from his Autobiography “My Life, My Joy, My Pain” © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Kesha Says Part. 11

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“Dear Corporate,”

“Some Things Will Never Change”

Being a woman in the corporate world reminds me at times of how “SOME” view affirmative action. We’re just filling up a quota. It’s like that saying goes, “I’m not a racist! I have one ethnic friend or I’m not sexist! I have a girl that runs my administrative stuff. News flash, if you can quantify it, you ARE IT.

Let’s leave the intelligence, strategizing, analyzing and problem solving to the boys. You know, just sit around and look pretty, why don’t ya?diversify the room a bit. The objective is to sell the illusion that we’re ALL inclusive.

Some things will NEVER change. I’m proud to be called woman, I’m proud of our advancements, but sad for the young women and girls of the future, with even an ounce of ambition to climb the corporate ladder. You’ve got your work cut out for you.

I now have a better understanding why some sleep their way to the top, un-hook that extra button or wear those skirts a bit shorter or tighter. They get up there faster than the rest of us.

Be encouraged, Be determined, refuse to bend your laurels, Be stern, Be fearless, but whatever you do:

DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED

It’s what they want.

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

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I'd Like to Report a Burglary

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“I’d Like to Report a Burglary”

 

 

(Dispatch)
“Hello 911 emergency..”

 

Yes I would like to report a burglary… They stole all that we’ve owned.. Now my people are here living nervously..

 

(Dispatch)
“Excuse me sir I don’t understand..”

 

Well first off I would like to report an open kidnapping, we’ve been stolen from our home land.. Tricked and deceived, priced below our values then treated less of a man…

 

(Dispatch)

 

“Who stole who sir.. I want to help you, how did this occur.”

 

I’m not sure, but who ever thought of the plan it surely did work.. They stripped us of our Religion… our values… Then placed a low price on our worth… Stole and controlled our minds with a white Jesus and said that the only way to Heaven is through Church.. I can’t even find my Dreams I think they stole those also… Before I look for my freedom in this hay sack, I’m better off searching for waldo..

 

(Dispatch)
“Well sir I understand your complaint.. and I’m sorry for your troubles..”

 

Sorry will not help the big picture of this intricate situation, nor is it a solution, our neighborhood’s crime rates have doubled.. They’re even stealing our sense of pride by legalizing same sex couples..

 

(Dispatch)
“Sir what else did they take”

 

They broke in to Mother Africa and took everything.. Even the things that they didn’t need.. They stole our Black Queens from our beds and started creating mixed breeds.. They stole our education, we’re forced to learn what they teach… They bribed the church with nonprofit agreements, so that the Pastor is Robbed of what he should Preach… These people are thieves, but I pray for their Souls, I just wanted to report a cold case burglary That’s over 400 years old…

 

Can you send help…..

 

(Dispatch)
“(Whispered) wish I could son, they stole me too…(whimpering)”

 

 

A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel

 

 

“I’d Like to Report a Burglary” Is A Poetic Thought by: Marvel Saffold © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Anywhere But Here

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“Anywhere But Here…”

 

 

Like a feather I glide, aimlessly towards a destination unknown, once again seduced by the tantalizing allure of the wind,

 

To fate I surrender,

 

Free as a bird I beseech these wings to take flight, to “A” destination.

 

Anywhere but behind these eyes constantly submerged in tears,

 

Anywhere but amongst the lack luster rhythmical beat of this lonely heart,

 

Anywhere but this dilapidated lodge, with it’s half lit flashing vacant sign, and it’s disclaimer that love has never earnestly resided, between it’s wall, not without pretense, or disguised with its moniker “revenge.”

 

Anywhere but here, where desperation breeds brainwashing; Formulation of fantasies becomes much more desirable than reality.

 

Reality is, it’s only in her fantasies that he loves her, desires her and needs her like she wished.

 

Oh wind! Take me away, Take me away, anywhere but here.

 

 

“Anywhere But Here…” Was written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Kesha Says Part. 10

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“Dear Authority…,”

 

 

Respect authority, I do

 

Fear authority, I absolutely refuse.

 

There’s a reason why I’m not intimidated; have qualms engaging, debating and or challenging (that false sense of security)….I meant authority. It’s because:

 
 
 

I know who I am,
I know from whence I came
I know to whom I belong
I know who orders my steps

 

 

See, I render to Caesar that which is his;

 

But these knees will only buckle, head will only bow, unequivocal reverence only given to the King of ALL Kings!

 
 

Jehovah Jireh my provider!

 

Jehovah Rapha my healer!

 

Jehovah Nissi my banner!

 

Jehovah Rohi my shepherd!

 

 

So! Unless, you:

 

A. Knew my name before I was in my mother’s womb,
B. Can control the hour of my soul’s flight;
C. Can add one cubit of hair to my crown;

 

I suggest you get thee behind me lucifer;

 

I don’t have time for you nor your lies……

 

 

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

 

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My Apology

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“My Apology”

 

I apologize, forgive me, please accept my apology, it took time, I was blind but clearly now I can see, that it truly takes more strength to humble down and simply say I’m sorry, pride amongst lovers & friends company is weaknesses within their individual personalities, unchecked it can infest the mind till it’s dark and cloudy, polluting the atmosphere with negative fantasies, bearing the soul down to neutrality, loneliness is symptomatic to the penalty, a broken family, isolation, no visitation, child support and alimony, just a few side effects of arrogance ultimately, Kings if it costs you your Kingdom then it was not bravery, it takes courage to get down on your knee and admit guilt to the guilty, my ladies, if the wages of a man not apologizing leaves a child not seeing their papi then Queen how are you yourself guilt free, you share the symptoms pridefully, stop going to court and committing perjury, adding insult to personal injury, the notion that a woman doesn’t use the judge to flex her pride is blatant fallacy, eyes teary, you convinced Lady Justice to take off her blindfold and fling her scale with force at the ex hubby, with no remorse of course, legally scaling your kid’s father to just a baby’s daddy, oh democracy hath no fury over a woman scorn, the system lacks empathy, but that’s another story, we both know that I was wrong, so to you I’m dedicating this here poem, calmed and lowly, that moment of utter silence before you answer me is my symphony, I’m not here looking for any sympathy, no baby this is my testimony, please for a minute let me right these wrongs just take a seat, can I sing you this song…. amazing grace, how sweet the sound of my apology, please forgive a wretch like me. Selah

 

 

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

 

 

“My Apology” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2014, All Rights Reserved

 

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A, B, C, D, E, F Them…

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“A, B, C, D, E, F Them…”

A, B, C, D, E, F them, yes, her and him, I know you call them your friends, you also call them family, let’s not pretend, indeed your momma and them too, they’re envious of your Vision, because every time that they look out of their eyes they don’t envision like you do, they only see, therefore they’re chests are full of blues like the sea, belly full of yellow, because they lack the fight that you have for your dreams Yep…! that mixture makes them green, I know how you feel, I’m painting a wicked picture and you’re making appeals, Band-Aids you don’t want to pull, scabs you aren’t ready to peel, I wish you knew, if their thoughts alone could rupture your spleen, and looks could kill, they would’ve been bruised your Crown with their heel, thy deadly fate would be sealed, thy wounds would never heal, your ideas would be baron and fruits could never yield, around you their hearts are made of steel, their thoughts are hardened clay in a kiln, it’s truly your joy and peace that they wish to steal, but on the contrary I beseech thee to look up towards the hill, where thy help comes from my Kings and Queens, dig deep and pull out HE, measure the distance between the West and the East, that’s how much HE loves and cares for thee, you’re around that big entourage yet and still, you’re feeling vulnerable and lonely, let Abba Father put people around thee that will nurture your plans, A, B, C, D, E, F them, put your Faith above in the KING of Kings. Selah

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“A, B, C, D, E, F Them…” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2014, All Rights Reserved

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SMH… Part. 2.5

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Still SMH… “His Perspective”

Part 2.5………..

Ding Dong… (Door Bell Sound off)

I anticipated the doorbell ringing like my next check,
in pursuit to the door I once over myself….

one last check…

Bemused at what I saw when I opened the door, I must pardon myself as I pick my mouth up off the floor.

Smh…..

The girl of my dreams….

Before me….

Glowing….

I am blessed by her presence, in all of her glory…

I kept my composure…..

Embraced her, gentle exposure…..

As I wrapped my arms around her essence, I recollect all of the chances I had to be her blessing…

But at the same time obliged for the brief slice of her life…

Incredible! but now that I have her here I plan to make this night unforgettable.

” Please…..Come in” I welcomed her…

She walked in and left the past behind her and as I walked behind her, I knew I had to have her……

Smh….

As her hips swayed, so did my thoughts
turned up and turned on by the sensual visuals that her body brought…..

I don’t know if love is what I felt, but since she left, I haven’t been able to love anyone else…..quite the same…

She loved me, sexed me, fed my…gut, I must’ve been a fool……

Because I fucked this up…

Smh….

I touched her….

She hadn’t even said hello…

I felt her…..

I began to love her below…..

Smh…..

I adored her scent, melodic, played my nose hairs like an instrument….

I wasn’t just pleasing her, I was breathing her……

As my loving became intense, so did her grip, so did her pace….

Her eyes rolled, her body quaked…..

I flipped her over and marveled at her beautiful behind,
stumped in a reverie, I rubbed her body back to relaxation….

Back to realization…..

I halted right in my tracks….

From pulling out my dick and blowing her heart out of her back…..

Smh…

Instead…..

I recovered her clothes and asked her to dress
in disappointment and submission, she accepted my request….

I led her to the door without a single word spoken, heart broken….

If only she knew how badly I wanted to make sweet love to her…..

If only she knew how much she meant to me…..

If only I could turn back the hands of time, she would be mine….

and I wouldn’t have…….H.I.V.

Smh…

To Be Continued… That was still the 2nd encounter… Stay Tuned for Part 3!

A: Poetic Thought By: Rosalind E.

“SMH… Part 2.5” Is A Poetic Thought Written By: Rosalind Edwards © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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