Life never tasted so sweet until you added yourself into mine. Leaving foot prints of our future in sanded designs on beaches while cupid’s wings blow wind through your hair. And your kiss takes my breathe away as if I neglect oxygen just so I can live off of your aroma. I can feel our connections stronger than racism and…
Category: The Poet
Toastmaster’s International
I want to thank Seneca Wilson and the Toastmaster’s International organization for inviting to their function. Amazing public speakers with incredible speeches. I learned a lot just from what I experienced last night, I realize that they may be the next step to upgrading my performance and hosting skills. Posted from WordPress for Android
Painted Picture
Painted Picture If seasons could take photos, you would be hotter than the summer skies during winter nights. Who springs into people’s hearts causing them to fall for you. You are a vessel unbroken and untouched, polished with poetry. With the ability to manufacture memories worth more than motion pictures. I guess that makes you the director to our destiny.…
Letter To Wendy’s (Poem)
I am unable to remember our anniversary date, but I will never forget our first encounter. The way you smiled at me as I smiled back. I’m falling fast into your deep blue eyes as if I was swallowed by the sea. I’m counting and kissing each freckle you possess lost in your galaxy of beauty. And you are the…
Kwanzaa (Poem)
As we cultivate the congradulations of the celebrations, the first fruit never posed so fresh. And the air taste so sweet. Where a watch isn’t needed to know it is the time of re-assessment. The time of re-affirming. And the time of reward. A mirror made holiday coated with joy as we reflect on our african culture. School’s could never…
The Five Minute Living Room Poem
Death awakens new opportunities through their career coffins… The grim reaper weaps off the accomplishments of Kings and Queens… While Cats roar loud in jungles justisfying their presence in the natured palace… Layed down to rest among others at their best… Hall of fame awards never looked better dressed in black… With winter time memories hand made through snow flakes…
Real (Poem)
Last time I checked we were all born on the same earth. So i’m not understanding why others feel greater by their wallets and what it’s worth. I mean, I can tell you get money by your style but I been got it. And if all your money’s in your outfit then what the hell is in your pocket? That’s…
S.A.S. (Poem)
I can still taste the lies off of your lips. You can’t even look me in the eyes as if you never had a conversation with the truth. And you wonder why you find yourself alone and single like a dollar bill stuffed g-string sliding down a pole of dissapointment. Unlike a stripper, I could see the fakeness right through…
Aside
When did butterflies start disguising themselves as women?
Modeling bright colored wings with the love of dancing with the wind every song played at heavens prom.
With a voice soft and soulful like sunday morning hyms.
I think it would be wrong to say I want to taste your body like the first sunday’s communion.
So we’re going to act as if I never said that line.
And since I been loving you…
Every room you enter flashes into orbit just from the way you out shine the rest of these solar sista’s.
Changing my favorite subject to science.
And just like a star.
I wish I could kiss Corinne Bailey Rae for blessing my ears with the beautiful notes of that song.
I’m not a love poet and im far from sweet.
And yet im still a sucker for bright eyes and demples.
Catching cavities from her sweet kisses.
I’m like a kid in a candy store when I walk into Victoria’s Secret.
I think my tongue loves ladies in lingerie more than liquorice.
Finding myself breathless.
So tell me how im suppose to breathe with no air?
And if Jordan can’t Spark my heart then who’s willing to step up to the plate?
Hit that home run for her Future husband and create the perfect love song…
But…
“I don’t want to give the wrong impression…”
“I need love and affection…”
“And I hope im not sounding too desperate…”
” I need love and affection…”
So you can consider this my cliche love poem.
Inspired to write…
Bleeding the words from my wound shanked by a beautiful dagger.
The cops charged cupid with attempted murder when really it was just attempted happiness.
We both share the love of traveling…
So let me journey into your fantasy just to explore every letter besides your g-spot…
And when I return I’ll strip you down…
And sink my fingers into your hershey skin tone until my hands are covered in chocolate and your tongues licking the tip…
Of my fingers of course…
While im lost in your loyalty not even caring to find the exit.
I’m too stubborn to share you with anyone else.
And im depressed every morning I wake up to your cold side of the bed.
Empty…
As if winter slept beside me.
I would give the tooth fairy Lil Wayne’s grill just to have her deliver you to me.
And then replace Lil Waynes teeth.
And to be honest…
I’m the furthest thing from perfect like everyone one I know…
And yet, I feel so far gone to the point that when I returned nothing was the same.
All I had was old memories and young money…
Writing poems using artist and their songs.
Until a lovable presence massaged my soul and I realized it was you.
Standing right beside me.
Holding…
A beautiful dagger…
– Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Aside
A star that never seems to blossom fully…
Stuck in a transition of dedication and beauty…
Soaked in a creamy colored skin wrapped into a cacoon of dreams…
Awakened by her success and kissed by her accomplishments…
Life moments shine like lip gloss…
When did angels start granting syracuse with their presence?
Ricky Maeweather 