“Shades of Jade Escapades”
a.k.a.
“Romance At Its Best”
A sky without limits surpassing oceans void of boundaries.
Images of visage too perfect, yet so close to reality.
Romance rises out of this, the earth is its canvas.
God wields the brush, manipulating human hues of virtuous balance:
Deep red that threatens anger.
Yellow from a cowardly smile that beams.
Solemn blue of a solitude stranger.
Rich green of generous fertility.
Powerful gray that chokes and challenges you to breathe.
Black depth that allows you to see.
White which kindly blinds you.
The brown of dark earth’s deepest dreams.
Too Quick for the fastest being,
Quiet enough even for the keenest ear.
There’s no way to capture such a Quintessence,
Impossible to consciously replicate a beauty Quite as near.
Yet we exist one in presence of the other, incomplete without.
An intentional plan on all levels, indeed it is intricate throughout.
Romance is the expression of this coexistence at its best,
Yet when alone, it cannot flourish – meaning left subservient.
By myself I can do nothing, it is too wild to be tamed.
So to give me a chance to display such romance…
Let me be with you and speak your name.
“The Mother Figure of My Imagination”
a.k.a.
“A Read Rose of Prose Creation”
From figments of my imagination
To pigments of my infatuation,
Sigmund would find gratification in my musings.
But he’s not the recipient of my saturation.
There’s another significance to my plastered paintings…
She’s my significant other –
the magnificent mother of classically created fusing.
What she drew from me so beautifully
Has been infusing seeds so dutifully
That I reap unusually deep feelings from pensive capers.
Coupled with my spiritual resource,
Living waters double the miracles we’ve coursed…
It’s empirical – I’ve had no other recourse
but to leak fields of ink with a pen and paper.
What began as Jade escapades for a
chance to witness her as my lover
Became different shades
cast by the son of a magnificent mother.
She’s prolific – no other necessitates such creative invention.
From envisioned figure 8s she so notably canvassed,
I managed vivid stakes as a hopeful romantic
To being her only noble candidate full of elated intentions.
And from such basic beginnings,
duly noted Quotes spewed forth
Which covered a spectrum of emotions
depicting pictures with moving force.
Different hues have consorted to afford me a wealth of words.
From the depths of such rich text,
I’m equipped with coats so thick and fresh…
That what I paint Quickly sets to address what swells in worth:
From wells of submerged words
once held and suppressed,
What was Quelled now bursts forth self-expressed.
I’m unselfish with text – my words surge free like burgundy within a heartfelt vessel.
Once mixed with words poised in torrential seas,
An emotional breeze stirs turquoise into orchid seeds
Which spins goldenrods reaped into forest green ink from hard shells nestled.
Rather, the flesh of our seeds planted
has burst forth in season
To yield a fruitful harvest of passionate
words born within reason.
We’ve got more than mere words to believe in –
our children attest to our manifested destiny bound in feats of clay.
From the diffracted spectrum of my son Josiah’s brilliance
To the active progression of Maiyah’s resilience…
We’ve been grounded from high up with clearance
whenever we speak their names!
“Ruby Read”
The beauty of your birth shows
The duty of my birth stone –
For the ruby has a worth bestowed to the measure of a virtuous woman.
Born in July, my best gift was truly unsearched and unknown
Until May the thirteenth could unfold…
As your uncertain and untold fortune makes other treasures
superfluous and wooden.
As such, your birthmark of beauty exceeds
A beauty mark birthed to me that’s truly esteemed.
Duly and indeed, there is no Cancer that maligns the note of your skin tone.
You are my ruby Queen and tropical bounty.
Your beauty marks my topical foundry…
As Steel Waters owes its flow and phenomenal boundaries
to the odes you tend to invoke.
So to you do I owe an immense token
For bringing what was intrinsic within me into the open.
I dipped my fountain pen into a chromium ocean and drew
out your invaluable value.
Since then, even before we were newlyweds, your gift to me
Has given propensities written from me in ruby red tendencies
That have dually bled and bred my ministry in incalculable volumes.
‘Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.’
– Proverbs 31:10
“QBDay”
a.k.a.
“Ms. Queensbridge”
Quiana Kee’s prime day
Personifies themes of crime waves –
Rather, her monarchy’s sly ways have stolen my heart.
Though she buttered me up, got the key
and locked it right away,
This monarch Kee didn’t fly away…
She became my bride and wife for a lifetime stay
that sways my spoken art.
Like the borough of Queens
that breeds young rapper dudes,
My thorough Queen feeds untapped tributes.
From my son to Daddy’s newest debut –
she resonates the breaks and beats of this bridge.
So walk with me – sing a note or two.
Talk with me – bring your vocals, too…
Bring some folks with you as we celebrate Ms. Queensbridge!
“May Day”
Though Friday the 13th brings most to dismay,
This date means the most to me on this May.
On this day, a different Voorhies takes precedence.
Though Jason’s stake in this day is hell’a stark,
It’s placement is saved by the bell of my lark…
Adjacent to me, she Quelled my achin’ heart with her presence sent.
On the day she was born,
As my mate she was sworn –
She was my baby adorned with a kindred soul.
For me, the month of May boils down to
Just one day to rejoice once I’d found you…
This whole month revolves around you like a fitted mold.
My specific goal is to lift your soul.
My gift’s been honed by the grit of your tone.
I’ve written scripts to my own Mrs. Jones – we’ve got a thing going on!
Since you, every rhyme I’ve devised
Is a lyrical missal of divine design…
You inspire me to climb – who else could make me
sing without knowing the song?!!
Only my muse fits – she’s the pitch that I tune with.
When she nears it, each line’s a lyric aligned to her music.
Its rhythm beats beneath my tunic – I’m useless without her timed entry.
Without the effervescence of her precious May Day,
I’d be in an ever-present, Questless Mayday…
As my evanescent heydays would decay ‘til they became Quite trite and empty.
That’s why every time I see
Numbers align to the scheme of 5/13,
It reminds me of the rise of my Queen – I thank God for delegating her worth.
She is the key to my future, so fine and keen.
She is both teacher and tutored, both wise and naive…
She is the wife of my dreams – and I thank God for
letting me celebrate her birth.
