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I Am A Navy Corpsman

no@spam.com (Paul Dunbar) — Sat, 24 May 2008 05:47:29 CDT

I Am A Navy Corpsman
by Mark A. Wright, HMC(SS) USN

I am a navy corpsman. I possess the stamina and enthusiasm of youth and the wisdom and experience of an old man.

I am 3 parts doctor, 1 part nurse, 2 parts marine, 1 part yeoman and 3 parts mom, yet I am 100% sailor.

I am unemployable to the civilian world in my given profession yet have been the very life line for countless marines, soldiers and sailors since 1778.

I have carried marines from the battle field ... and have ben carried reverently myself by marines who mourned my passing like that of a brother or sister.

I am young. I am old. brave, scared and scarred. my title has changed over the years: loblolly boy, surgeons stewart, pharmacist mate, hospital corpsman, IDC, yet with all the changes I am still simply know as "doc".

I have celebrated peace; yet felt the sting of war on the seas, in jungles, in foreign cities, in Washington D.C. and on beaches of every shade of sand... white, tan, coral and black.

I have raised hell on liberty; hope in the midst of battle .... and Old Glory on Iwo Jima.

I have removed appendixes on submarines and limbs in the midst of battle and many other procedures far above and beyond what I am expected to do by the normal practice of medicine because it had to be done in order to save the life of a marine or sailor in battle or under the ice, far from a doctors care.

I have ignored my own wounds to the point of death in order to stay at my station treating the wounded of my nations navy, marine corp, army and air force.

I have the highest number of medal of honors of any corp in the Navy .....most of them presented to my wife, child or mother because I was already in heaven at the time.

I am proud to know in my heart that every marine who has ever fought and every sailor who has gone to sea on ships owe their very lives to those they simply, yet respectfully know as "doc"

A preview from the upcoming collection: "Son of Buddy and Pauline"

no@spam.com (Adarro Minton) — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:57:26 CDT

Four poems by Adarro Minton. author of Gay, Black, Crippled, Fat!

Dad I'm gay…(period)

Instead of swinging his coarse blue-collar fists at me in antipathy and tossing my creased Lee jeans and red Pro-Keds into the ragged alley behind our fertile home; on Saturdays he drove me passed the pugilistic football fields in his masculine Cadillac car, to the tittering ballet studio where I learned to tuck my d**k and point my toes, and sat amongst the proud parents of girl-children watching me signify and finger snap.

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"Waiting On You"

no@spam.com (Jerome Whitehead) — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:48:51 CDT

"Waiting on You"
by
Jerome Whitehead

You are not going to like what I have to say.
Knowing you like I do, you won't even have a remote desire to take the slightest whiff
From the banquet of my words.
But this isn't about you - or it isn't JUST about you.
This is about me…us…the we, we should've been.
The seemingly unbreakable bond between father and son.

I look in the mirror and sometimes catch a distant reflection of you, and just for a second…
I drift back to a happier time when you were there - bigger than life…
And I stood in awe of you…
…in fear of you
…had respect for you
…but mostly, I just loved you.

And in the haze of cigarette smoke and stale rum fumes…
…me, my boys and the woman that gave me life vanished in the night…and for years I waited.

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New Poetry Release Soul-Full by Leo Shelton

no@spam.com (Paul Dunbar) — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 13:37:24 CST

The sopmore release, a follow-up to RHYTHMS - Poetry and Muse, SOUL-FULL is a love affair of two poets, through spritual connections...a love affair of words, deep, articulate and intense. An emotionally charged dialogue, that resonates both deep and true through the movements of words.

More details at Tugson Press

My Black Man

no@spam.com (Justin Smith) — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 12:02:14 CST

My Man

Written by Kimberly R. Lynon

From the shortest strand of hair on
his head to the very tiniest crease in
his feet

My black man is strong and complete
The lusciousness in his lips
and the strength in his hips

My black man is ever bit of unique
The seriousness in his eyes and
even the tears when he cries

My black man is a man of emotions
And when he speaks everyone stops to
listen because what he says is 'real'
My black man is a man you can 'feel'

His shoulders are strong,
they can carry a lot of weight
And when you need him
My black man does not hesitate

He speaks with knowledge and with
confidence
My black man is intelligent.
He is a man of promptness and
cares about time
But the best thing about my black man is

My black man is mine.

Book Review: "In Search of Blackness" by Azaan Kamau

no@spam.com (Paul Dunbar) — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 14:05:57 CST

The book is a poetic biographical journey from childhood to womanhood. Azaan feels that Spirit used her as a tool to share these words, so that the world would embrace and love all unconditionally.

This book is emotionally charged from beginning to end with pain, love, passion, and triumph! This book gives voice to a collection of life’s stories, some through a child’s eyes!

The poems express many things people feel or think, but don’t have the courage to say. The book is a vivid look into society and the world as a whole.

In The Midst of My Blackness

I know I come from a tribe of Queens.
Strong women, teachers and warriors.
I was told the stories of my mothers before me living to die.
Freezing and sick in the stomach of a ship.
Dehumanized by a whip and chains.
Sacrificed life for the wealth of someone else.

Blood of my mothers dripped in vain.
Misunderstood arthritis-ridden knuckles.
Losing count of yellow ape babies stolen at dawn.
Starring at the noose from the porch,
While shadows run from the hoods of the night.

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Azaan is a nationally syndicated journalist, poet, and photographer. She is the former Editor of SBC and GBF Magazines. Currently she is the Creative Director of the new STUD Magazine. Azaan has also written for numerous publications, and has two published books. Azaan is currently part of the Virgin Moon Entertainment Production team, an independent film and television company. Virgin Moon’s most recent film success is My Nappy Roots, a documentary about the African Diaspora’s relationship and spirituality with their hair. Azaan has shared her amazing poetry at several Underground exhibits at the prestigious Getty Museum. Azaan uses her writing as tools to educate, empower, and uplift all people. Azaan believes through knowledge and understanding there is no force that can oppress us.

Huckabee on the Issues

no@spam.com (News Hound) — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 17:13:22 CST

CNN YouTube Debate

Former Arkansas Governor Mike Huckabee cited CNN's own poll results to bolster his claim that "some 48 percent of the African-Americans in my state did, in fact, vote for me," he said, noting that the figure "is unusually high for African-Americans voting for a Republican. Here's the reason why: Because I asked for their vote, and I didn't wait until October of the election year to do it ... I don't want to be a part of a Republican party that is a tiny, minute and ever decreasing party, but one that touches every American from top to bottom, regardless of race."

The racial politics of the Confederate flag came up via an inquiry from Houston resident Leroy Brooks, who asked candidates if "this flag right here represents the symbol of racism, a symbol of political ideology, a symbol of Southern heritage -- or, is it something completely different?"

Huckabee said that, "with the kinds of issues we got in this country, I'm not going to get involved with a flag like that ... The people of our country have decided not to fly that flag. I think that's the right thing."

He also used his answer to take a shot at Democratic candidate and former senator John Edwards.

"Every time I listen to someone like John Edwards get on TV and say there are two Americas, I just want to -- I just want to throw something at the TV, because there are not two Americas. There's one America," Huckabee said. "We are a nation united. We face extraordinary challenges right now. And Democrats dividing us and tearing down this country are doing exactly the wrong thing. We're succeeding in Iraq. We've got tough challenges. We can overcome them. But we do not need to have that kind of divisive talk. And that flag, frankly, is divisive, and it shouldn't be shown."

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Spirits of Free

no@spam.com (Leo Shelton) — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 05:30:42 CST

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Doin it well

no@spam.com (Kashan Fields) — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:09:33 CDT

It was just today, when I found out That life is short We all shall die, but I'm not scared Not going to cry But I'll take some time To ease my mind And live it like there isn't much time, right Left behind if I don't try To do it while I still have time To smile a bit, and cry too We gots to cry sometimes, even men and that's the truth We find ourselves caught up in lies The roads weren't paved the same with time The roads we take are not the same We all take roads of different names Some roads we take are point and blame Some roads are even hide in shame To bear false witness and play the game To appease man-Ain't that a shame? Oh yea, I sing, I dance-I do it all I hurt, I pain and sometimes fall I apologize and make the first call When I am wrong Cause I won't hold it on myself And, if you do-Ask the Lord for help To remove yourself from thinking that You're always right-cause sometimes you so left Behind, in your thinking and in your ways I'm praying too there are better days To come, even better than this I'm the victor over my life not his And I won't be bound by lies and strife Or self-destruct or close my eyes I'll live it open completely wide And walk with assurance and in stride I live in abundance and with pride With these gifts I've been given I won't second-guess What He has for me it is for me Not for the rest So I have to stand strong and give my best It's timeout now for anything less And, I won't apologize for this man I be The man you see is not all you see My crown is in my brown My locks flow like the glistening falls of Niagara With secrets on the inside Boundless in its spirit with stories of gold to tell I won't sit with you in your Hell If tha's where you chose to be I won't take that road with you-you see I don't live the negativity I stand now expecting reparations and reciprocity But reparations not so much in the dollar bill But a day when man will Realize if it won't for me America, would not be the force she be And I'm not complaining; so don't assume that about me Cause you know they say assume is to make an ass outta u and me When I spit-When I sing-When I dance I do it completely Turn up your volume now so that you can hear me We are not all this, we are not all that I stand with a smile and a pocket tha's not fat But patience that only time will tell I fight on and I'm doin it, doin it and doin it well!!! kashan©

Chocolate

no@spam.com (Leo Shelton) — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 17:44:13 CDT

Poetry from the soon to be released - Soul-full

Validated, and solidified
Vilified, and justified
Suffocated but flowing like oxygen
Take it all and leave nothing
Leave nothing but air by sides

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