Black Dove
Creative Mind of a Poetic Heart
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Check Out My Latest Poem: Confession of a Werewolf
In the midst of the wilderness this breed roams
Previous encounters with civilization left devoured homes
Broken hearts and crushed bones
Breakfast and midnight prayers interrupted
As I howl to the sun and moon
Many routes are unsafe and disrupted
Tranquility was stolen from me
Causing fury to augment within me
Born a traditional wolf yet anger raised me
Terror was not a part of the initial plan
Leaving this forest was impossible
Until I wandered upon a witch
Granting me the opportunity to become a man
Her spell rearranged my DNA
Now speaking languages my howls would formerly convey
Learning the ways of man to become domestic
Secretly detaining my natural mystic
Stood out due to my abnormal mane and hairy body
A lingering reminder that the spell does not allow me to disembody
So just as Bruce Banner must control his temperament
So shall I
Poetically Written
(See Photo Directly below poem for a visual)
King Turned Slave
By: Bruce Daley
Made my passage through the Doors of No Return
Not once did I look back
Purchased by my oppressors
Sold by my brothers
I am no longer King but a nigger, a colored, a black
Accompanied yet alone in this cold world
Taught to believe welts were my birthmarks
Envied for my hair naturally curled
Complexion resemblance of a tree's bark
Stripped of my name, identity and spirituality
Battled to be seen as a human in an unrealistic reality
Yet, my roots remained securely planted in Queen Africa
For my melanin is proof of my royal immortality
(See photo below for visual)
Bruce Daley @ Bump & Grind café in Silver Spring, MD
A month and 1/2 without motherly nurturing
A premature upbringing
So small my father refused to hold me
Typically a bond is established after delivery
But not for this baby
Like a fish out of water struggling to breathe
Subconsciously felt an overwhelming sense of misery
Received treatment the medical staff had to offer
With a deep complexion and hair of silk
Though I was fed steroids and artificial milk
Strength gained a few weeks later
And my triumph was expressed in my first picture
Fists balled indicating a champion fighter
Who am I not to cherish a life I wasn’t deprived
Making as much noise as possible on earth
So Heaven knows I survived
View Photo directly below for a visual The baby Bruce born ready
Backward
~Chapter 2 (My Love, Lust & Anguish)
I know there are times you wouldn’t hear me say
“I love you”
But I do
You love me as I do you
So look at the words
“I love you”
Say it backwards
“You love I”
Whenever I miss saying it to you
You should already know that I do
Just remember when you say
“I love you”
Say it backwards
“You love I”
Indeed I do
Royalty
(See picture directly below poem for visual)
Grab a blanket and a bottle of wine
We shall watch the sunset, Beachside
Prepare to conquer our aspirations
While You, I stand alongside
This world will be our kingdom to rule
And vow to never divide
Your mind is the planet I occupy
In which your heart, I reside
This crown upon my head
Shines as a reflection of your graceful stride
Your elegance, your spirit, your smile
Admired worldwide
Your emotions and my pride
Will never collide
This conjunction of our hearts
Formed a beat that is amplified
Noble souls, righteous hearts, enlighten minds
We both see vividly through our third eye
I do, indefinitely, see you as my bride
Hand to hand on this journey
With God as our guide
Ancestors' Grief
(See picture directly below poem for visual)
I often wonder if Harriet Tubman regrets
The Underground Railroad
For we have forcefully derailed off track
To be enslaved by materialism as our souls slowly corrode
I often wonder if Dr. King had a nightmare
And if Marcus Mosiah Garvey returned several times
As a whirlwind or storm to destroy this despair
I often wonder about those who bleach their skin
And how Malcolm X can only watch from a distance
In disgust with his hand on his chin
I often wonder if Tupac has a radio
Is he disturbed by what he hears
Or does he endure with his hands on his ears
I often wonder if Bob Marley is disappointed
Seeing dreadlocks worn as a fashion statement
The rhythm of reggae is to move the spirit
Yet many remain complacent
I often wonder if Muhammad Ali retired after Foreman
And never received Parkinson
To continue speaking to the world about his greatness
For these young black boys to strive to become
I often wonder if I am speaking to the deaf
And writing to the blind
For my thoughts exposed is pointless
And should have remained confined
Latest Poem: "Bonnie & Clyde"
I remember when we were young taking big chances
To now with others we spend nights of romance
Bonnie and Clyde is what we’re called
Down for each other, willing to die for each other
But now we sit in a courtroom unsure about each other
We shared a life and we shared one heart
We were once united but it seems like we’re falling apart
Every problem we’ve had went straight to the core
Leading up to you taking back everything you feel is yours
But who gets custody of the heart we’ve both created?
Or are we signing it over to the State because no one wants it…
How could I look in your eyes and see my first-born child
And how could all my wishes come true with just one smile
Me getting ready to quit and walk away
Will leave my heart stranded on an island like in Castaway
We used to be the talk of the town
But now, the greatest swimmer drowns
Football without touchdowns
A champion fighter knocked out in the first round
We both done wrong
Here and now we sing sad songs
Once great lovers
But now when we’re in each other’s presence we act like strangers
Let us take a moment to think about it before we sign this divorce
Picture us being without each other being our choice
Down on the paper she signs and then I…
But we walked out together
“Stop!” said the lawyers
“You’ve signed Bonnie and Clyde”
And we said…
“We know!”
Latest Poem "Blossom"
The time will come when your body starts its transformation
Be strong, remain focus during this duration
The development of your womanly physique will take form
Many men will do and say anything for you to sexually perform
Trust your dad, for which I will not misinform
A man’s charm can be incarcerating
Feel free to flirt with danger
But if you are not respected
Refusing his arrest is your game changer
Be ineffective to his peer pressure
No matter what anyone says
Protect your treasure
Although being dressed conservative or provocative
Let your personality overshadow your appearance
For a real man knows inner beauty is more attractive
When you smile at a mirror
It should smile back
So when your love and honesty is not returned
To him, you should not return back
You do not have to give someone several attempts to treat you right
Either they love you or they don’t
Let them be contrite while your head is upright
A man with a million excuses remains a boy
Anger is mostly the factor for a boy to dismantle his toy
So do not allow your emotions to be played with
Do not allow your time to be taken for granted
You are my seeds
Please do not allow anyone to destroy what I have planted
Check Out my Latest Poem: Queen
You have helped me conquer this world
In return, you are Queen of it...
With the complexion of a thousand galaxies
A smile equivalent to a hundred days of sun setting horizons
Conquering Empress is what best suits you
All races of women orbit your distinctiveness and ambiance
The height of your hair reveals the insecurities of clouds
Bringing the sky to tears
Your soul is the crown you display
Outshining the sun for your spirit is the definition of Day
You were conceived in the midst of roses, silk, emerald and gold
You are royalty
My Queen, your knowledge, strength, grace and elegance
Is legendary
Check Out My Latest Poem: Admiration
Is it the depth in your eyes
A galaxy beyond measure
That will make a captain stay aboard a ship doomed to capsize
Is it the fullness of your thighs
With the sway of your hips
Entering a land forbidden treasured as a prize
Is it the rhythm of your ocean
The grace of your low and high tides
That gives the beach butterflies
Is it due to your smile the sun refuses to minimize
As the moon continues to spy
No need to set today as both are visually hypnotized
Is it the bounce of your hair, soothing of your voice
That has Father-Time tranquilized
I may be late but no need to apologize
This comes to no surprise
For a law-abiding man willing to burglarize
To solve the mysteries of your truth
It is written in my heart as it is in the sky
Unable to conceal or disguise
African Queen, you are truly heaven in my eyes
(See picture below for visual)
