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His Hands
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I walked upon a hidden trail... took time to listen, with my heart... can't say my mind completely understood... but I listened just the same. somewhere in my being...I grew from what I'd heard.. and growing still...I try to listen... with my heart...even when I don't think I understand... growing....towards knowing...my life is in His hands. Excellent K, loved the ending... |
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"Flippancy"
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Hey cuz, thanks for the great read....
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The Drums
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and the beat goes on, the whispers would say that to this....reminds me of the feelings I get when I visit my hometown, very nice. Thanks Huckleberry..... |
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The Drums
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very nice piece ms. M 
unlike (B) you and i are probably not related but, i can still relate... 
LOL thanks KC... 
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Very nice...
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The days eyes sold the Earth
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Very nicely done! Love it D...
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Mother Poems- reposting
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Beautiful so beautiful. I am sorry about your loss, I am praying with you and you family....God bless.
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The Drums
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I can hear the sounds and feel the pride behind the words as I read them- BRAVO!! Thank you so very much...my niece read it for heritege day at her school one year, it was nice to hear the emotion in a younger voice as it was read.... |
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Her Denial
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Oh my, I miss so much when I don't come online....good one
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Kick (My Bad Habit)
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I will kick that habit, um right after I make this last phone call LOL good write Lover...
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Will She
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Will She I know I cannot help He can't hold her anymore. The world has crushed in around Even death is not the cure. There is no solace, No bending down into Reaching at her level Her need, what will she do? Raine Les 10/27/2009 She will hold on She will rise. once again if only in the eyes of those who (see) Hold steady... with grace and all will be as it should I love you Beautiful you She will trust that the Blessed One Will keep her in His hands That even in chas He is in control And no matter what level she is He can reach and touch her soul Love Peace and Blessings Both of you Ohhhhhhhhh MzEm,, Love, peace and blessings to you I just spoke with Ms Sadie,, Ohhhhhhhh my heart is pounding,, my soul re-vived,, the silence of knowing our hearts, souls body and mind are entertwined,,, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Life is Amazing Kiss's to you Beautiful 
Thanks Mom, love that we can connect on any and all levels... |
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Great write...
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The Drums
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Fantastic!,totaly felt it,reminded me of reading and watching Roots,powerful and proud poem just like the man Kunta Kinte the Mandinka fighting man! Thank you Ekko, that is a powerful book and movie to be compared too... |
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The Drums
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Beautiful A beautiful homeland! Always dreamed of going there!
Thank you Ms Tammy. Two of my sisters went to Africa this year and we have plans to do a fab five sisters thing that just might be in the Mother Land... |
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The Drums
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Brava MzEm, you know you and me are like super distant cousins right?? Hey cool beans, you fit right in with the family. I have lots of relatives that looke like you... |
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The Drums
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Nice one, ME. Thanky you DKW.... |
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It's so big
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LOL
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Mr. Lover dang, that was nice...
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Topic:
The Drums
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The Drums….
M.E. Martin I hear the drums of Mother Africa Calling to me in a rhythm as Old as the color of my skin The beat sounds like the heartbeat of life I feel pounding through my veins Can’t you feel it too? Life pounding, surging bringing me To my feet making me want to dance My feet can’t help moving I hear Mother Africa calling Her voice is alive and as old as time Reminding me of my beauty Releasing me from my shame Telling me of Kings and Queens Whose bloodlines I share Of warrior men and women Bold, strong and brave Their history just now being learned The drums are beating out The call of Mother Africa Her voice is soothing in my ear I have listened to this sound As I slept in the arms of mama Or been comforted in the strong arms of daddy When nothing else could bring me peace The beat that originated from the Cradle of Civilization calms the chaos brought on by the world Mother Africa is calling in the sound of drums Her voice is familiar It is like coming home Welcoming me back into the fold Of brothers and sisters That I have just met The men move like the men I’ve always known The women look like women I’ve always seen This is family finally reconnected The drums of Mother Africa are calling Her voice reminding me of sun baked lands And beautiful sun kissed babies The beat is timeless endless and Mother Africa speaks through it It is the beat of life It calls to the freedom in my soul An ancient rhythm that is a Language of its own Her voice is fathomless But I know it as surely as I know my own I hear the call of Mother Africa The summons to come home To be cradled once more To be rocked in it’s bosom Where my creativity was born Where my heritage is worn like a second skin |
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KC0003
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Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!
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