Just Poetry By: Chevella King

One Drop

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 01:45:00 +0000

I took a sip of water.

It was ice cold and good.

It quenched my thirst.

Thirsty, I knew it would.

Marveling at the benefits,

I took another drink.

One drop of water,

Mu body’s back in sync.

The Lone Barrette

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 17:30:00 +0000

I saw it there, alone and lost.

Why was it there? Why was it lost?

White, pristine, looking quite refined.

It was waiting on me, to be mine.

I picked it up, dusted it off.

I flipped it over, dusted it off.

It was a beautiful barrette.

This is one thing I won’t forget.

Something In My Throat

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 17:25:00 +0000

I have something in my throat.

It’s irritating. I feel like I am about to choke.

I can’t swallow good.

It needs to leave, I wish it would.

Perhaps it’s the fish from last night.

Whatever it is, it doesn’t feel right.

There is something in my throat.

I wonder if it is worth a groat.

Celebrate

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:21:00 +0000

Dance in the spirit.

Rejoice because God is great.

Let’s celebrate His majesty.

Let’s celebrate His might.

God is great,

God is good.

I am happy that I can celebrate.

I will rejoice and be glad in Him.

It’s time to celebrate!

Sometimes

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:19:00 +0000

Sometimes, I am happy.

Sometimes, I am sad.

Sometimes, life gives you lemonade.

Sometimes, life is awfully bad.

Sometimes, I smile for days.

Sometimes, I am so afraid.

Sometimes, life is so simple.

Sometimes, life can get complicated.

The only thing constant in some times, is Christ.

I am glad that I know Him.

Sooner Or Later

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Wed, 16 May 2007 06:22:00 +0000

Sooner or later,
You're gonna get yours.
Messing around with me.
I ain't one to be played with.
You ain't that lucky.
You just ain't been caught yet.
Keep on living,
You're goona get yours.
Sooner or later.

What's This Here?

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 02:08:00 +0000

What's this here?
I'm looking at it.

What's this here?
I keep hearing it.

What's this here?
I keep smelling it.

What's this here?
I keep touching it.

What's this here?
I can't figure it out, can you?

Tired

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 01:47:00 +0000

I'm tired of doing this.
I'm tired of doing that.
I'm tired of being here.
I'm tired of going there.
I'm tired of looking here.
I'm tired of dreaming about there.
I'm tired.

Steppin' In

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 07:22:00 +0000

Stomp once
Stomp twice
Clap behind your back
Clap in front
Stomp
Clap
Stomp
Stomp
Clap

Look out ya'll!
I'm steppin' in.

Dancing With A Praise

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 26 Nov 2006 03:59:00 +0000

God's been good.

I feel like dancing.

A hand clapping, foot stomping dance.

Keep your praise going.

For through your praise,

A blessing comes.

"Ain't nothing a praise can fix."

Heard a preacher say.

Let me get my dancing in.

Roof Top Song

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Wed, 14 Dec 2005 03:53:00 +0000

Clip clop,
Hoofs stomp by.
Plip plop,
Santa steps out.
Swish swash,
Santa slides down.
Huff puff,
The reindeer breathe.
Swoosh shoosh,
Santa slides up.
Stamp stomp,
Santa walks out.
Kerplunk,
Santa sits down.
Crick crack,
Santa says go.
Clomp clomp,
Hoofs run off.
Swish swish,
Santa flies by.
Ho, Ho, Ho,
Santa says goodnight.

On My Way Home

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Thu, 08 Dec 2005 02:04:00 +0000

On my way home,

I stopped to see what was going on.

I didn't like what I saw.

Danger, harm, and tragedy.

I wonder what I can do.

Physically Drained

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Tue, 08 Nov 2005 02:04:00 +0000

I'm tired so very tired.

I haven't really done a thing.

I have sat in my chair,

Minding my own business.

Doing my own thing.

My work has gotten done.

On time and correctly, I might add.

But still that isn't enough for him.

He wants more and more work from me.

I am doing my best.

Why is he picking on me?

He has called me out

And embarrassed me.

I ain't got no help in here.

Stick Shift

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 04:23:00 +0000

Start

Stop

Go

Shift

Switch

Move

Stop

Go

Stick

Shift

That's about how I feel.

Having A Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 28 Oct 2005 03:59:00 +0000

Sometimes having a dream seems so stupid.

Dream and dream. But hope seems lost in the end.

It's first one thing, then another.

Someone's dashes your dream.

It ain't good enough.

That ain't possible. Why even bother.

Doubt creeps in and takes over.

Give up hope, the truth be told.

Dreaming seems a waste of time.

But still try and try to keep the dream in tact.

For the words the preacher spoke rings loud and clear.

It may be delayed, but it won't be denied.

Why It Gotta Be Me?

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sat, 17 Sep 2005 03:23:00 +0000

Why it gotta be me?

Why I gotta take the brunt of the load?

Why I gotta feel like I ain't two cents worth of nothing?

Why I gotta feel like a toad?

Don't make no sense at all.

Man, this is a straight trip.

Proves just what I have been saying all along.

Life ain't nothing but a trip.

Why it gotta be me?

Women Wear Coats

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Tue, 30 Aug 2005 03:53:00 +0000

Women wear coats to my church.

Hot or cold.

Rain or shine.

Even in the dead middle of the summer.

You might see a woman in a coat at my church.

Why?

Because it's always cold at my church.

We don't worry about the AC.

Ours works very well.

You can tell by the icicles hanging from the roof.

Women wear coats to my church.

Being A Sock Must Be A Lonely Existence

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 12 Aug 2005 01:59:00 +0000

Being a sock must be a lonely existence.

First you are a pair, then you are alone.

You roam somewhere far off without your twin with whom you co-existed.

It must be lonely, this life socks lead.

I wonder where do socks go when they disappear?

They get lost somewhere between the washer, the dryer, and the laundry basket.

Do they go where the lint goes?

Do they float off into space?

Do they just walk off and go to a far better place?

Y'all Nasty

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 17 Jul 2005 01:36:00 +0000

Y'all nasty

Leaving stuff all over the place

Won't wash a dish

Won't pick up trash

That's some sho' nuff for real nasty stuff

I Guess Chivalry Ain't Dead

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 08 Jul 2005 22:36:00 +0000

I guess chivalry ain't dead.

They got up and let me sit down.

It's a wonder to me.

I thought for sure that they wouldn't.

It truly amazed me.

Thank God some traditions still hold true.

With the world in moral decay.

It's a wonder anyone has any manners these days.

You And That Gum Is Getting On My Nerves

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 01 Jul 2005 01:15:00 +0000

Pop

Slurp

Pop

Pop

Pop

Have you ever heard a black woman chewing gum?

It's a musical extravaganza to say the least.

Who You Blowin' At?

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Wed, 18 May 2005 04:53:00 +0000

Walking down the street,

Thinking I look cute.

Minding my own business,

Not worrying a soul.

Chilling, trying to get

Where I need to go.

Next thing I know...

Honk, honk.

Who u blowin' at?

It was my cousin,

Asking if I need a ride.

I guess I'll gone

And accept it.

Heavy Hearted

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 29 Apr 2005 03:38:00 +0000

Heavy hearted,
Weighted down.
Somber face,
Wearing a frown.
Troubles and more,
Trying to recover from things.
Praying, hoping, and more,
Waiting for the joy bells to ring.
One day soon,
I'll be free.
One day soon,
This weight will be off me.

If It Wasn't So Hot

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Thu, 28 Apr 2005 02:36:00 +0000

If it wasn't so hot.

I might just leave the house.

And go somewhere.

Do something constructive.

But since it's so hot,

I'll be right here under the fan.

I Can't

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Wed, 02 Mar 2005 05:21:00 +0000

I can't stop thinking about you,
Such a marvelous THOUGHT.
I can't stop smiling at you,
Such a marvelous REASON.
I can't stop missing you,
Such a marvelous FEELING.
I can't stop loving you,
Such a marvelous LOVE.
I just can't stop.