Monday, June 29, 2009

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.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

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.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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.
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