Janis A. Dizon currently lives in Harlem, NYC with her beautiful daughters and lovely husband. She was born in the Philippines where she spent a good amount of time training as a classical pianist. She also writes short fiction.  You may visit her online home Poetics at www.JanisDizon.info

Across Time

A promise lies just beyond our grasp
a whisper so strong,
it binds us to each other

This secret knowledge moves my heart
to speak its own tongue,
calling you

Rousing my mind to collect thoughts of you,
burning your image within
the deep recesses of my mind

(I know it, a fact,
that you and I
will not be denied
our oneness.)

This knowing rivals instinct
every breath, the lines
on my palms, a drop of sweat

As you stride marking this earth
with your voice,
we move parallel in time

I know you and you know me,
each one hidden in
the other's soul

This promise,
a traveler across time,
secures a space we can
reach in unison

Our love.

Copyright © 2005 Janis A. Dizon

"My Sweet, My Love, My Dear Friend" is the result from the fun forum section of Mr. Africa Poetry Board entitled Please Write The Invite. "Write an invitation [to] someone for whatever you feel an RSVP would be needed for."

My Sweet, My Love, My Dear Friend

Reservations my sweet... Reservations!
I extend reservations from I to the eye
Of your Soul. Come
To my pleasure, my Palace beckons
You from afar. And why my love?
For the fruit tastes good here,
The peaches like a delicate cloud
Amongst the turmoil of tender
Pomegranate seeds; The kiwi
Fuzzy and ready for pealing delight.

Come - shan't we YESssss tonite
My Love?
Shan't we pleasure in making
Unrequited passion murmurs come together
Like so many pieces of shattered heart
Glorying in the retribution
Of payback's envious plight?
Shan't we begin the beguine,
Start it right: sensual & lustladen
And take it right to the tango,
Ending with rumbas of grooving
Smoothe sensation? Shan't we tango
In the moon-
Lit sanctity of MY institution?

Come dance with me tonite
Come share in this fruit we call love
Come gaze
At the moonlight with me
So we can make the stars
Glee in the pure glory of envy's
Naked shadow-sphere

Shan't you know my Palace, my dear friend?
My Queendom beckons; Reservations waved
In your face like so many
Orchid blossoms of bliss

I hear even their delicate blooms
Taste good!
I hear even their delicate blooms.
Taste good...

Copyright © 2005  Jacquii Cooke

The Topic: RAPE is a collaborative effort between three talented poets. This poem speaks on the power of woman; I name it an o-so true ode/tribute to the strength of womanhood that we each can all be proud of.

The Topic: RAPE
Collaboration by:  PrincessNaahma, LadyLyric & JacquiiC

The Nature of his sin went deep within
To the piercing of her Soul
Making her lose control
Of everything that meant anything to her

She recalls her stolen innocence
Confidence, self-worth diminishing
Trying to scrub herself pure, when all that's revealed
Her raw flesh, hurt, and anger....she no longer feels

That innocence of Nature's true blossom: womanhood...
But with courage she walks briskly away;
She found her worth! The very deflowering understood
that strength threw out that cowards mandate!

A real woman was found in tragedy
Just more for that coward to fear
For she lives with pride, and he pains for eternity
Forever her shrieking cry is what he'll hear

A Miles Davis tune - the seventies wanted more
A Miles Davis song wanting better than the audience
he dissed like the whisper of unknown whores -
Bitches Brew as the score: jazz the unseen horror...

The cry that will burn deep within his soul
To give up the nature of his sin that cuts
Deep within and vaporize the beauty of her dreams
and then once again he can live with pride
Pride to respect and love the power of the woman

Thats a wrap.

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke

Monte currently resides in Richmond, VA. He has been writing poems and short stories for over 15 years. Presently, he is working on his first novel. "This piece was written from many perspectives - We all know those people who tell you - 'You have helped me so much and I don't know what I would do without you.' - but then somehow they find a way when something better comes along - These lines were written along that vibe. " - Monte

 

Temporary Muse

Abandoned by her quick wit, left lonely,
I sit feeding on a leftover acid remark
Her lantern, Her beacon, Her North Star,
She shines, while I fumble with matches in the dark

No attempt to savor, just a blatant disregard
Me, ignorant that inspiration had expired
No goodbye, farewell, or thanks for the memories
My services – licensed, used, then retired

More journeymen clamor upon the cliff
Ready to jump, which one will she choose?
Disoriented,
Distant,
Disturbed,
Dysfunctional,
Emotions plaguing this temporary muse

Copyright © 2005 CCS

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