Nature's Design (Six Sense) - a linked Haiku

Nature's Design
(Six Sense)

Taste

Savor the flavor
Part lips – taste maple sap drips
nil preservatives

Touch

Beauty felt with care
Nip your tip on pricks like Rose
Bougainvillea

Smell

Breathe in the blue sea
Fragrant – crisp, clean, and salty
Sail away and… breathe

Sight

Gaze upon the Aves
View the hue of Peacock blue
Grace the snow owl face

Hearing

Listen to the sound
of a campfire crackle
Listen to flames dine

Spiritual

Mystical signals
Intuition’s sensory
Supernatural

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

Choices

Choices

INSECURITY chose me
My turn
I chose you
Trust is essential
– I can only control me
IMPATIENCE chose me
My turn
I chose you
Because there is a time
for every matter under Heaven
TEMPTATION chose me
My turn
I chose you
For your value exceeds
the selfish need of the deed
VENGEANCE chose me
My turn
I chose you
For I know that an eye for an eye
would make the whole world blind
ANGER chose me
My turn
I chose you
Because anger is one
letter short of – danger
HATE chose me
My turn
I chose you
For God is love and where hate resides
Jesus can only knock on the door
SELFISHNESS chose me
My turn
I chose you
For I know that vanity
is a deadly sin – for a reason
GAME chose me
My turn
I chose you
Knowing a Queen is the most
powerful piece on the board
– but she can be taken
LOVE chose me
My turn
I chose love-in youLovin you…
I choose you in everyway
I choose you everyday
I choose you as I pray
My love is here to stay
Always and in all-ways
I
Choose
You
Infinity…Your turn

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

Juneteenth (Freedom) - an ekphrastic poem

"Freedom" by Kadir Nelson

*Inspired by the above artwork (Ekphrasis)


Juneteenth (Freedom)

You see these hands…
they knows the pricks from cotton leaves of this foreign land
You see these eyes…
they know the cries of 6 sons sold
One snatched right outta my arms, only a few years old
If you could see my back…
it would show you the pain from that day
When Massa Joe Redding took the only man I ever loved away
You see that there tree…
it knows the weight of his lifeless remains
He was a warrior from the Igbo tribe
His name was Chidumaga, not slave
Massa called him Beast ‘cuz he couldn’t tame him with the lash
So he beat him bloody, strung him up and skinned him ‘live
to show us White wrath
You see that sun up in the sky…
it was hiding behind rain clouds on the day I called slave
My home is Ghana, my name is Mawusi but he named me Camilla Faye
They say some soldiers come into town today with words
that we no mo' slave, but free
Free to walk away from all we know of this land
Free to just be free-woman or free-man
But where can I go?
I would like to go home but I come by ship
I scared I may die this time for the ride made me deathly sick
Ellis say North is best for free…
But how can I get there, I can’t read
Alls I know is cotton from sun up to sun down
Never even been to town…
Clara Jane say town is up the road and over yonder somewhere
I reckon I’ll walk with the others there
But I fear nightfall, ‘cuz I’ll have to sleep in the woods under the trees
With all the snakes and wild animals looking for food to feed
But I’z free…
So I’ll walk North at night guided by the brightest star above
I’ll walk hand to heart with Yahweh's guidance and divine love
I’ll make it North
I’ll just keep my mind stayed on thee
My boys, I believes they too is free
I’ll go searching the rest of my days for them
I hope they too will be looking for me

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenea
© 2009. All Rights Reserved

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Poetry Is Freedom - a double acrostic poem

POETRY IS FREEDOM

Pen to page, mic to stage from the dam of creativity I siP
Opening the vaults of my thoughts freeing the ego of my id and superegO
Expressing, phonetically, prophetically, poetically via versE
Tranquility and agility conveyed in my lyrical ability’s effecT
Rendering writes of passage into the realm of prose and rhyme’s creatoR
Yachting across a pink ink ocean of imagination gazing upon a paisley skY

In the looking glass of uninhibited expression is me, myself and dotted i
Scribing, surviving, relying on the flow of surrealism as I text and profesS

Floating on a quill carpet of dangling participles wielding an acrostic stafF
Releasing the breath of wonder into word sands on the isle of grammaR
Exploring the heights with a telekinetic font kite or calligraphy engravE
Ethereal staves fragrant with epiphany flowers watered with an elephant’s nosE
Definition inventions morph traditional comprehension so cerebral eyes stanD
Out of the pores of poetry streams the river of emancipation on the plantation of nO
Meet me in the dark that glows, near the pretzel-shaped rose and bring me a piece of cloud guM

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenea
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

DADDY DEAREST - an acrostic poem

DADDY DEAREST (For my Father, James aka Slim)

Don’t ever question my love for you…
And don’t you ever wonder if I appreciate all that you do
Don’t you know that you are my earthly King?
Don’t you know all the joy, affection, and protection you bring?
You are my Daddy Dearest – the man whom I cherish, love and adore

Designated by the Divine to be my parent, my friend, my life mentor
Encouraging my talent, believing in my dreams, complimenting my beauty
Always nourishing my esteem. It’s always my pleasure to hear God’s word
Resonate from your lips. Like King Solomon to his child your instruction was strict
Extra thick with knowledge, wisdom, self-respect and sophistication
So much emphasis placed on education and I thank you. I know I am special in your eyes
That I am sure, and I love you, I love you – I love you everyday Daddy, more and more

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenea

© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

For The King (Michael Jackson Tribute)

*Inspired by his legacy and discography

For The King

He’s the King of Pop
There is none higher!

There’ll never be another
So we call him Sire!

I can remember the time when I first met you on the tube
Belting out ABC with your brothers on the J5 cartoon
Then I heard you on the radio crooning with youthful energy and grace
No motion can describe the way you make me feel,
except for the smile on my face
You give me butterflies and delightful chills
And fill me with 2000 watts of
Shoo-be-doo-be-doo-da-day thrills
I can’t help it…you bring me musical joy like I’ve never known since
And I just can’t stop loving you of that I am convinced
Heaven can wait longer for you I said, but God and you disagreed, I guess
To hear of your untimely demise left me shocked and utterly speechless
June 25th was a bad day for my listening ears
Because I’d heard that you departed our earthly premises
after only 50 years
My hands could not repel the sonic boom of worldwide cries
invading my ears
I ran to find shelter from the torrent flood of the peoples tears
But…
There was no vacancy at Heartbreak Hotel
No more could enter, for the capacity had swelled
It was sold out by fans who loved you so…
There was no place in the whole wide world that I could go
Our love is here and you are gone
No more live shows for you to sing our songs
For all the things you are, we are the world who will forever adore you
A crowd thriller giving the greatest show on Earth in the way
that only you can do
A musical genius who we had the honor and pleasure
of enjoying in the spirit and the flesh
An innovative choreographer and 300 million plus philanthropist
Gone too soon…
Yet your legend is invincible and will forever reign
Whether yellow, brown, red, black or white we all agree the same
You are our musical King
Who healed the world and gave the Earth song and dance
And communicated across dialects from Istanbul to France
We will continue to rock with you in our hearts and jam
until the break of dawn
Musically immortal you are, so in our spirits you shall live on
Amongst all of our love and adoration though is darkness that
I’m sure you knew was coming
For ain’t no sunshine in some of the media for they
always wanna be startin’ somethin’
Haters wanna be where you are – On top, undefeated
But haters never prosper so they can just beat it!
Say, say, say what they will or may
You ARE Michael Jackson, what else is there to say?
And as your music continues to play
And as future generations ask who is it streaming through the airwaves
I’ll say…
THIS is the epitome of music at its core and so much more
And when they cry and ask why aren’t you here anymore?
I’ll tell them as you told me in lyrics so pure
Death is a part of life - It’s simply human nature

He’s the King of Pop
There is none higher!

There’ll never be another
So we call him Sire!

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

Fruit of Her Spirit - A linked Haiku

Fruit of Her Spirit
(For Ruby Diva, my Mother)

Love

Beautiful Brown eyes
shimmer with adoration
reflecting her love

Joy

Memories bring bliss
of her Eskimo nose kiss
and tummy tickle

Gentleness

Gentle hands cleanse wounds
Healing lips kiss away pain
within her embrace

Patience

Tears supplied dry soil
believing her rose would bloom
and anoint the world

Peace

I count it all joy
as her prayers console me
ministering peace

Self-Control

Temptations managed
by showing thyself approved
Keeping her way clean

Faithfulness

Weathering life’s storms
Hiding God’s word in her heart
Spiritual teacher

Kindness

Compassionate heart
exudes deeds of charity
for all God’s children

Goodness

Woman of virtue
whose price exceeds her namesake
A treasured jewel

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

It Is Written...

It Is Written…

I want to write a song about a love so true
Scribble a lyrical feeling involving all that love can do
I want to write a dissertation of a world that makes one want to wake up tomorrow
To beam a smile that is genuine, joyous, and lacks sorrow

I want to write a verse that will empower and take the pain away
A psalm of strength to pray on a tested day
When I am tried in the fire and feeling the burn
When I am at the crossroads of life and don’t know which way to turn

I want to write a poem that resurrects the dead inside
A scribe that breathes life into a soul and revives
I want to write a stanza that will hug a spirit when it is down
A piece that will dam the flood of tears saturating the ground

I want to write a letter to tell how God so loved creation
An epistle in every dialect to convey to every nation
I want to write it but such has already been written
So I’ll just read the Bible instead and receive what The Father has given

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

Who am I?

Who am I?

I am African blood + unknown = x
I am diluted…
Wishing to be pure
Wishing to be more… like you…
Wishing to be painted in your exact hue
Envying you
With all sincerity
Coveting your level of purity
For this shade of skin leaves me pondering
And guessing…
Seeking answers
Vexing…
Over this mysterious truth that…
I am African blood + unknown = x
I am ambiguous and complex
My melanin is less
My ancestry has been breached and modified
I’ve heard I’m of Indian descent
But am I Santee or Chicora tribe?
It has also been said that I too am French
Perhaps, a Louisiana Purchase descendant?
It is known that great-great granddaddy Roy
Had blue eyes, 6 girls, and 11 boys
And yet there is more…
His parents came to Ellis Island from
either Sweden or Switzerland’s shore?
Were unsure…
I am African blood + unknown = x
I am diluted…
Wishing to be pure
Wishing to be more… like you…
Wishing to be painted in your exact hue
Envying you
With all sincerity
Coveting your level of surety
For this shade of skin leaves me pondering
And guessing…
Seeking answers
Vexing…
Over this mysterious truth that…
I am African blood + unknown = x

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

Is God Real?

Is God Real?

I believe that God is real…
This is just the way that I feel
When I see the sun replace the moon
When Summer hot turns Autumn cool
Or when a firefly flickers in a darkened room
You may disagree with me
Yet, it's as plain as Jane to see
When I pluck a leaf from a tree
And watch it sway in an invisible breeze
When I hear a Blue Whale speak from the sea
Or when cloud tears fall from the sky around me
I believe that God is real…
This is just the way that I feel
When I see an ultrasound with life inside
When I feel the pull on the shore of a rising tide
When a King Cobra dances with his flexed hide
It’s just a vibe…
That I receive
When a Venus flytrap snatches up a centipede
When a chameleon blends so not to be seen
Or in watching a snowfall cover streets
His feats
Cannot be outdone
Like when a lily blooms an open praise towards the sun
When a geyser shoots from the Earth like a gun
Being witness to a rainbow curving over the sun
Or when a glacier breaks away from…
You may still disagree
And that’s OK by me
But, I believe that God is real
It’s just the way that I feel…

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

...4!

…4!

What did I come here for?
Standing at this door…
Is it in there… I’m unsure
A little birdie told me, if I knock, I could get more
Galore…
But birds also shit on you so I brought my Nina-five plus 4
Feelin’ like Biggie wanting to… bust in the door, waving the...
And get what I’ve gotta be standing outside this door for
That keeps me kneeling on the floor
That keeps my heart captive in its core
That’s 96% sovereign plus 4 more
I think I’m sure
It’s all behind this door
I just can’t wait anymore
But I gotta be wise to endure
Foolish entry could award me a 191 minus 4
I can hear movement across the floor…
I’ve done this before…
The sounds are similar to the last door
Where I walked away pure
This is the motherfuckin’ door!

Mission: elevate and soar

Now I’m sure…
Its less – will be my more…
1… 2… 3... !

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.

You sank my Battleship! (Dickmotism)

Warning:

This poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

You sank my Battleship! (Dickmotism)

I knew better than what I did…
Now I’m sittin’ here with no shake
Cuz this one, I can’t shake…
He gives more than I can take
He sets me straight
Then bends my lust into a crooked state
When away?

I just can’t wait
To inebriate
On his love that just – won’t… let… me… wait…!
For the attacking of my passion
In strategic battle-mode fashion
Targeting my battleships with calculated courses of action
Bombing my patrol boats with inhibition-breaker explosions
As his hips grind in motions that bursts the submarine within my mental ocean
His stroke consumes my thoughts
Clouds my judgment
And disrupts my common sense
I got it bad…
and that ain’t good
Floating spellbound in his trance
A victim of the rhythm of his Dickmotism
Hypnotic swirl spinning
His golden dick on a chain swaying in my vision
I can’t walk away without his permission
I’ve slipped
I can’t get a grip
His destroyers are firing upon my pussy-owner ship
I got it bad ya'll
and this shit ain’t fair
White flag hoisted in the air

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009. All Rights Reserved.