Poem 40: At the End of a Heartbeat

A Freestyle Poem By Meka

I learned that one could die
If the beat’s broken inside
Unless there’s enough love
Left to keep her alive

The heart’s rhythm of life seems
Chosen but random and
It’s beat is a juke token
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Poem 38: The Perfect Woman

By Meka Love
“Excuse me,” he said
Breezing past the perfect woman
Her attentive smile upon him
He’d only see if…
Eyes weren’t fixed on a vixen
Smacking her lips
At a text message
Before she ignored him
Called him boring and
Friends forewarned of her
Mileage
Calling them childish
He accepted the challenge

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$1.50 Cocaine: A Black History Ode

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined being inspired by $1.50 worth of cocaine. Now if you think for a second that I’m comparing a bit called $1.50 Cocaine to a negro spiritual, that is appalling, and you my friend are about half right, that is all…

“Have you ever seeeen a dollar and fifty cents worth ‘o cocaine?” -Richard Pryor

Until I came across a 4-minute clip of Richard Pryor’s “Wanted” act about $1.50 cocaine, I had nothing to add to the Black History Month conversation that interested parties couldn’t just find elsewhere if they so pleased. So I felt no pressure or obligation before I had to pause a 4 minute clip 4 times for two things 1) to laugh without missing the next joke, and 2) to reflect on what I just heard.

Watch Richard Pryor $1.50 Cocaine ***Warning Offensive Language and Profanity***

It wasn’t just Richard Pryor doling out

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Feminist Papers 2: Illumi-Not Them

Situation Report: Illumi-Not Them

Their handy-work goes by society, the elite—decision-makers; the real players—the payers, the beyond pay—the eternity seekers. They have been described as the crabs in a barrel pulling them back as if that were the same thing as helping them escape if they wanted such. Keeping them that way ensures they pose no threat to their own success and the legacy for their like. They square the root of evil for power so it neither falls on their watch nor advances without their thumbprint. They are often called haters, card-holders, king-makers and deck-stackers– to sway beliefs and preferences—unsatisfied, they seek to better calculate and predict them- to stay aligned with their comforts, traditions, and desires. They were there first; they were born first; they thought of it first; they were slighted first; their pain and story are more important—any justification works. Continue reading

Poem 32: All Night (Adult)

All Night

By Meka

All night?

From his lips and the call of smooth silk
Loosening his tie side-to-side to hear it
Quickly zip-line across the collar starched, crisp
Focused on button by button, unbuttoning each
Plus both brushed cufflinks, anticipating…

Alllll night

Say the clinks of wedged fingers unbuckling at the waist

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Reading of Poem 27- Southern Metropolis: A Love Story

After challenging myself on facebook.com/lovemekanism to satisfactorily read one of my poems, I finally read Southern Metropolis: A Love Story in a YouTube video. Much better than the first time I tried a similar challenge.

Southern Metropolis is a love story metaphor for artists in metropolitan areas or small towns who believe they must leave everything behind and move away to achieve their dreams for many reasons– perhaps the lack of local opportunities, possibly limited support in a divided community, or simply that arts may not be seen as an acceptable way to make a living there. It is part tragedy, part endearing, part “unsaid thing“, and all love and art. That’s still appealing story to me. I’m happy to have been able to write and share it- now read it to you.

Enjoy!

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Poem 28: Love Sabotage

by Meka Love

Desired so long; wanting so strongly
Sprinting, crawling, reaching, gnawing
Kneeling, begging, fervently asking for it

For strength and will until time for basking
In it’s glow and satisfaction; confused reaction
When it became mine, now I am done wishing and

Want permission to take it for granted
Contemplating love sabotage. It is mine. Isn’t it?
Hard to accept it’s not a mirage when it’s so perfect

And I’m not worthy. Forces the question
Whether it was ever worth it. It could hurt me- unprotected
Not if I hurt it that scaled my wall and made me a skeptic

Is it unacceptable? Or should I relish the exception
Of perfect timing, seeds of good will- trying to see the
Possibilities of patience, wishes prayed up, appreciation

For what is incredible; Admittedly, anything less is unacceptable
Nothing is perfect but love for me except that
I must accept it to be happy

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“Walking a Mile in My Own Shoes” from Instagram @lovemekanism

"Walking a Mile in My Own Shoes" from Instagram @lovemekanism

“Walking a Mile in My Own Shoes” from Instagram @lovemekanism

Poem 26: Teacher

Do it again

Make me react like that

I didn’t know that did that

How could I know that meant that

Studiously catching words from your lips

Pocketing them at my hips

To be emptied by your fingertips

Don’t stop teaching me

Teacher

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– Love

Meka Love

Poem 24: The Case for Love

Love is guilty in judgement, and the jury is only one 

Hung on Memories and Hopefulness submitting a compelling case against

Giving up on it- each alone stands begging you to remember:

Lying in bed while another stroked your head, counting the hairs

Silently and contently watching the calm in your face

Taking your hand into his palm just to marvel each finger- resting against his own

As if he wondered how someone so fragile and small could grip his heart so tightly

And ever-so-slightly loosening that grip to accept a most frightening concept

Accepting you…

Except nothing

Maybe he offers to shave “down there” or paint your toenails

Or pulls up a chair to watch patiently as you make

Yourself over for a date with him

However long that takes

Since you and he alone are the date

Satisfied in your company as long as

He is the one catching the last glimpse of the arch in your back this evening

While “zzziiiip” drowns out sounds of pleasure replaying in his head

Clasping those memories away for the duration instead

Fighting the desire of

Going back to bed

To make more love

When your eyes meet just to say,

“How may I love you today?”

So you hope for its rehabilitation

And again the case is in favor of

Love

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Poem 22: Fear of Fear

Phobophobiac

Trapped beneath

‘The man’ and a ‘system’

That’s down. Drowning. Afraid

I’m not showing up in it anyway

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