Flyye Sista - an ekphrastic poem

*Inspired by the above artwork (Ekphrasis)

Flyye Sista (Afro)

Check it - Flyye Sista is the name

While I've got your attention - check my mane

Review the hue of an African doo

Trace around my round mound of Blackness

Natural and proud since Jah begat this

Explore and adore the symmetry

Embrace the grace surrounding my Nubian face

Marvel at my pride displayed on the outside

No need for steamed heat to make my tight coils retreat

No desire for the chemical fire of lye or no-lye

No care to texturize my hair's natural flair

No weave to deceive

No shame of my mane

No denial of the pure elegance of my breed

I'm Flyye as am and I dare to look like me

Reminding all who encounter thee

I am beautiful by design is where the Creator and I agree

The world scolded me, told me my hair follicle is diabolical

Said I needed to "run a hot comb across my dome"

Said I needed to "relax and perm to meet society's terms"

Said I needed a "new doo before the job interview"

Said I needed to "blonde it up" like Beyoncé to make a man look my way

Said I needed to "conform to the norms of the West"

Said, "It's what's best"

I replied, Yes

If you are of European descent or mentally bent

Conditioned by an assimilation tradition

increasing my people's ignorance into perdition

Listen here

To be clear, I am my hair, unlike India.Arie

Because I too am Black, beautiful and bold, naturally

I too am well-rounded, a little rough around the edges, high and mighty

I am poised, regal, full-figured and thick

I am dark and lovely

I'm Flyye as am and I dare to look like me

Reminding all who encounter thee

I am beautiful by design is where the Creator and I agree

As a matter of fact, get like me

Unshackled

Free...

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Where There is Love

Where There is Love

There is love in the playful push on a playground swing

And love is left within the smell of a lilac after the bumblebee’s sting

There is love in the swirl of pigmented leaves falling from an Autumn gust

Love in savory ink gushing from a fountain pen tip into a writer’s cup

Love is warm from the yolk-like sun peeping over the pink and lavender vista

And love is exuded in the voice of youth who gives respect in saying Mrs. and Mr.

There is love in the caress of the fingers around the neck of the Jazz Bass

Know love is within the strike of the Queen on a Chess board who kills for her mate

There is love in the chins of the black-chinned hummingbirds hovering in Nawlins trees

A little bit of love sits on the tip of the curve of a rainbow piercing the Caspian Sea

There is love in the cadence of the first hello and the hardest goodbye

Love is in the pupil of a soulmate recognizing its counterpart in another’s eye

Love is sketched onto each snowflake right before it hits your exposed tongue

And love is licked through the lips of a Pomeranian bitch cleaning her newborn young

There is love shimmering in dew painted upon the water lilies in Monet’s art

Love is felt in the rhythm and torque of valves ebbing and flowing in this heart

There is love given at night as crickets serenade constellations and shooting stars

Some love is within the scaled tail of a beaver slapping a pond to signal threats near or far

There is love in the kink and the coil of an African hair follicle strand

Believe love was in the first caress of Eve’s face from Adam’s hand

Love is poetically interwoven into the lyrics of this very love psalm

And immortal love divine expressed on the hill Golgotha with the outstretching of His arms

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved

Path to Eternal Life - a Senryu poem

Path to Eternal Life

This course is coarse child

But don’t break nor brake your stride

He’ll heal your torn heels

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

CONFIDENCE - an Acrostic poem

CONFIDENCE

Could call her conceited, could call him cocky - Will answer to confident

Out of the box and secure; so convinced and certain of purpose

Never narcissistic but naturally noble

Full of optimism

Infallible self-esteem

Definitely certain of one’s ability

Exceptional forward perspective

Necessary nerve to conquer

Courageous character

Eccentric - Excellent attitude to achieve

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Beautiful * Exquisite * Divine

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

Beautiful * Exquisite * Divine

I came and he went...

He kneeled before me enveloped by a copper aura
A reflection emitting off of his sun-bronzed skin
His shimmering smile told me he was pleased by my presence
My erect nipples told him I was pleased by his... Just beautiful
I was paused unable to move
My lungs beckoned me to breathe
He was so imperial that to say he was phyne would be considered disrespect
He was a dream manifest
The most not the less
The very work of art mounted on the walls of my skipping heart... Just beautiful
His splendor was an amazing discovery within my reach
He was grand, like ripples on undisturbed desert sands
A majestic image within the canvas of my eyes... Just beautiful

The scent of his cologne made me moan within like an aroused feline
Making my mouth water craving the taste of skin on his chiseled physique
Dulce de leche sweet
Couldn’t move my feet
Opened my mouth, but could not speak
The windows of my soul mirrored and exposed my unwritten prose... So exquisite
He was a kneeling monument without flaw or speck
Long locs dropped and draped past the nape of his neck
Strong as Samson
Handsome
Lips plump and coated with ambrosia nectar
Dimples deep and inviting
Visually exciting, was he
A Titan in my midst... So exquisite


There was a fiery sunrise in his eyes
of amber and sierra brown shades
He was without doubt something that the Lord had made
A + Grade
Had me nervous and shook, not my usual brave
His loveliness was the very vision above cloud 9... Simply divine
He said, “I want to taste you...”
And the baritone in his voice soaked me past moist
I closed my eyes as he parted my thighs
He licked with quick tongue flicks
I melted and dripped
He slurped and lipped – this feeling?… Simply divine
Through his locs my fingers squeezed and roamed
as we sang together a duet of moans
I transcended and morphed into an artist and he my passionate muse
Where we moved to a rhythm and grooved to a sweet blues
I penned a sonnet of his greatness
Strummed a tune on my lyre solely for his ears
Formed a constellation around his brilliance
Painted him naked limb to limb
Surrounded by winged cherubim and seraphim
Bottled his essence and sprayed him all over my being
So the scent would remind me of this deity before me kneeling... Simply divine
I prayed for strength
To breathe
To move
To speak
I peaked, and poof!
He was gone without sign
His image now only seared in my mind
Just beautiful...
So exquisite...
and Simply divine

I came and he went...

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Where There is No Love

Where There is No Love

I
Need
You...
I need you to live
But you have no love for me
You fight with might of medication and therapy
With the Sword of Hope and dedication to my retreat
My ultimate defeat
You wage war and come for my life
Wielding weapons of massive light against my dark strike
You have no love for me
When I am the very reason you are now stronger
Why you want to live longer
Why you strive to survive and thrive
You are alive
And I...
I am dying


I am the beast within
Opposite of friend
I am darkness suppressing your light
That do go harshly into that good night
I am a pernicious crab clawing at your soul
I am insatiable feeding on your whole
Flagrant I am, and do not play fair
I am survival in a drowning pool gasping for air
Feel me deeply embedded in your core
And listen in closely as I roar
I am extreme weight loss
That persistent cough
That rash, that lump, that stinging pain
I am that growing tumor in your brain
I am consistent fatigue
Why it's hard to breathe
The mystery in those frequent nose bleeds
I am burning fever and that white spot on your tongue
I am in the aged, I am in the young
Existing in a sinister polyp, red and swelling
I am what is wrong with your demeanor without you telling
I can scream from the largest bone or whisper from the smallest mole
I am the evidence of your worst nightmare, awake as it unfolds
I am that cringe of fear across your face at the diagnosis of my name
I am the reason for lost medical coverage, I am the blame
I am the tears of "Why me?" streaming down your face behind closed doors
I belong to no one else at this moment, I am all yours
I am why you lost your house
Why you lost your spouse
Why you wear a wig
And why you cannot have kids
I am why loved ones are no longer here
I am the answer that no one wants to hear
And I…


I
Needed
You
I needed you in order to live
But you had no love for me
You fought with might of medication and therapy
With the Sword of Hope and dedication to my retreat
My ultimate defeat
You waged war and came for my life
Wielding weapons of massive light against my dark strike
You had no love for me
When I am the very reason you are now stronger
Why you want to live longer
Why you strive to survive and thrive
You are alive
And I...
I am no more
 

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Risen

Risen

I am aborted thought sought

Now caught and

reborn into this scribe

Alive

Breathing in inspiration

Exhaling an incantation

of rhythmic syllables sung from nouns and verbs

Parasitic upon the sole power of words

Drinking in its vernacular life force

The fountain source

of this resurrection and expression

of reconstructed muse

Echoing off of the page through the mic

as your triumph, your fancy or your blues

I am that lost point of view

Refocused, reshaped and now used

I am everything that was missing

The paradigm for the vision

I am not forgotten

I exist as authentic dynamism

I am that release of pressure

That puff of air out of the spout of your pen

I am an indelible crucifix

I am thought risen!

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Solamente Amigas - a Loop poem

Solamente Amigas


She and I – we
We agreed to be friends
Friends and nothing more
More involved disappointment and tears
Tears streaming from insecurity
Insecurity fueled by my mistrust 
Mistrust brought on by her addiction
Addiction to all that I am not
Not that it matters at this point
Point fingers, we both can blame
Blame would just push us further away
Away from the friends that we agreed to be
Be my friend she said
Said be my friend after everything!
Everything we had been through
Through tears of love lost, I agreed
Agreed to just be friends
Friends are what we agreed, but what I cannot be...

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

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The man from my dream last night

walked onto the evening train

I spoke his name

But…

He didn’t respond to my call

I mean, he didn’t look my way at all

He took his seat six benches away from me

Facing me

I stared hoping our eyes would meet

And he would recollect our sweet-heat retreat

And recognize me

No dice

The train began to move in its groove

Swaying…

Rocking…

and trembling our bodies across the tracks

And I again envisioned him embracing my body into his from the back

Softly blowing a pink and red swirl of rose petals around my throat
Whispering Najee type saxophone notes like…

*Doobie, doobie dooooo – woo, woo – ooh-woo-wee, ooooooh*

Translation: “Prayer complete: My love… I have arrived”

Every dead nerve ending in my being was resurrected alive

Surging the urge to merge

As he licked the upper tip of my ear

I could hear the atmosphere

From the beach in Negril

where we chilled and spilled

out our hearts desires near a crackling fire

of past betrayal and hurt

He fed me chocolate-dipped passion fruit without his shirt

He sang for me my favorite song and I hummed along

while belly dancing and blowing kisses of affection

in his direction

An undisguised blessing

He kept me yessing

and yessing, and yessing

over and over again

A soft wind

Brought in the calming scent of the moonlit ocean

With devotion

We walked hand in hand

forming heart-shaped footprints

in midnight blue sands

Speaking our imminence

until the golden sunrise peaked over the land

Six benches away from me was THIS man

Who had me pondering because

Him ignoring me

and not adoring me

was the thing I just could not understand

The train began its pause for the next station

by slowing in a jerking motion

My ebony love potion

Stood

and still never looked my way

He exited the train

as a single tear drop streamed down my face

He walked up the stairs

with all of my cares

I stared

Reminiscing on what I would never forget

As the train and I rolled away Westbound

into the lavender and crimson laced sunset

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

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.

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.

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.

...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.

Smile For Me Daddy

Smile For Me Daddy
(For Morris & Idris)

Smile for me Daddy…
Don’t you know how
beyond beautiful you are
– When you smile
Your masculine beauty
exponentially magnifies
– When you smile
Like a moonlit sea
you brighten my nights
– When you smile
I would walk the plank
and swim the Caspian
if on the furthest seashore
was that – smile
Your sienna brown eyes
beam enchantment
and radiate love
When adjoined with your smile
With each grin,
you illuminate
and bless my day
and create a thing of beauty
The gleam does something
amorous to me
I just love it when you smile…
That’s why I always tickle you there
Just a gentle kiss on the lips,
to see that Crest model flair
A dark gable,
with “ooh, can I just touch your” hair
Evocative of formed waves
on wind brushed desert sands
Big manly hands
and size 13 feet *wink*
Dimples in his cheeks
Skin tone dark
yet manifique

– Looking at me –
Smiling…

I admit,
I’m in bliss,
at the very sight
The glare won’t even let me be mad!
It is my welcomed Kryptonite
Beautifully sexy,
vibrant and pristine white
When you smile for me Daddy…
I must confess –
That if God made anything
better than your smile
He kept it for himself!

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

What is Poetry?

What is Poetry?

Poetry is life
with its
love and its strife
Its truth and its lies
Its guilt and its pride
It’s an emotional ride
It is courage
It is fear
It’s dusk and dawn
It’s the rook against the pawn
The smiles and the tears
The current event,
and the retrospectful years
- It is sovereign -
A lyrical ebb and flow
for the shallow waters of carnal flesh
and the deep blue seas of the soul
It is my history
that I am a survivor
Poetry is freedom-driven
and I’m a front seat rider
Poetry is my mirror reflection
for all the world to see
Poetry is my soul’s rendering of
what you can and cannot see

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Poetically Skitzo

Poetically Skitzo


Today I’m writing like I’m losing my mind
metaphorically crazy lines
like Gertrude Stein
Yesterday, I wrote youthful like Shel Silverstein
manifesting to the page innovatively diverse rhymes
Yet outside my poetic mind
you’d find that I’m like
Langston Hughes’s “Quiet Girl”
and at other times in the world
I ponder thoughts of how death will unfurl
like my girl, Emily D.
At those times I just write to be free
to combat attacks from spiritual enemies
I write of the monsoon with similes
Thunder equals pain – tears equals Rain
Wind equals trial and Peace equals smile
After a while…
I can write with love like Queen Maya
and instill and inspire
ignite a fire in a spiritual place
Elevate and evoke
point them towards a higher plateau
Promote mental growth
in man, woman, boy and girl
residents of this not-so-nice World
Where the “Haves” rule
This now puts my pen in a political mood
so I write the truth harsh and rude
I got something to prove
to these blinded views
I got someone to school
Next…
so I connect
with Poet Laureate
Amiri Baraka and his Queen Amina’s plight
I write the fight of the non-White
poetically and prophetically I release what’s vexing me
Attack!
And then relax – relate – and release
cease and accept peace
let my pen breathe deep
Bob my head forth and back
and chill as Walt Whitman’s
poetic "Drum taps..."

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

The S.S. Inspiration

The S.S. Inspiration

This beautiful maiden trapped upon a desolate isle
Perched atop a cliff reflecting on this gift and watching
and waiting for my cargo ship the - S.S. Inspiration
It’s my only salvation that Soul Speak inspiration
Got me waiting…and waiting…
Concentrating…
As I watch the sea with glee no trace I see
But I feel it’s there
Behind the glare of the Sun
We are apart yet we are one
As I stand, I am grand, pen in hand
As I write across the sky and
command the wind to increase
and the Heavens to cry and release
Upon the Earth and give birth
to lyrical sustenance to sustain my poetic thirst
A writer’s curse
The worse
Got me waiting…and waiting…
Concentrating…
As I watch the sea with glee no trace I see
But I just know it’s there
Beyond the furthest wave
I S.O.S. upon the shore’s page
This vessel of peace I fervently seek
Set adrift the sea of Me
Soul Speak has my coordinates and can only retrieve and free
Can only release…
I’m ready to go
I’m ready to flow
Rhythmically in rhyme
Emphatically in prose
Speak once again via my reticent soul
To express and prevail
I’m yearning to poetically exhale
I’m waiting to make bail from this sandy jail
This writer’s Hell!
I…
I…
I think I see the sail…

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

A SALUTE TO THE KING - A Poem of Thanks

A SALUTE TO THE KING

Thank you Dr. King
for the prior and the latter Freedom you bring
Thank you Sir, earnestly, for everything

Thank you for walking fully into your purpose
Relinquishing all your earthly gems
Advocating for us, the good and the bad
past the understanding of mere men
Proving that despite the tremble of carnal flesh
the spirit within was fearless, tried and true
Proving with your actions that you loved us
even more than we’ve grown to adore you

Sir, I can only control me, same as my brethren,
So by example, I will not let your path paved for me be in vain
I’m making the most of your dream, your blood, your sweat, your tears
for your vision of me was much more than a mammy maid
Though the fight for equality has remained consistent and at times - inhumane
Were making strides towards U.S. presidency
business conglomeracy, and listed with other top millionaire names

You are a King past the surname
You are a courageous symbol to the oppressed soul
I am eternally grateful to you
your family, and your staff
for collectively raising us all to the next plateau

Thank you Dr. King
for the prior and the latter Freedom you bring;
Thank you Sir, earnestly, for everything!


QUOTES BY DR. KING:
Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can't ride you unless your back is bent.

If we are to go forward, we must go back and rediscover those precious values - that all reality hinges on moral foundations and that all reality has spiritual control.

Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better.

A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on the installment plan.

A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom.

If physical death is the price that I must pay to free my white brothers and sisters from a permanent death of the spirit, then nothing can be more redemptive.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

Whatever your life's work is, do it well. A man should do his job so well that the living, the dead, and the unborn could do it no better.

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

HEADLINE NEWS...LOL! - A Clerihew

Clerihew

A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. In most cases, the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person.

Here are a few of mine:

HEADLINE NEWS…LOL!









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President Barack Hussein Obama!
Shaded children abroad believe “I can do it Mama!”
He loves all people, just like King
And that virtue is a powerful thing





Cute-challenged Flavor Flav
will be ugly past the grave
Selling his greedy soul
by pimpin’ D-List hoes

President Hillary Rodham Clinton!
Will be what they’ll be printing
Women will roar all across the land
and Bill will become the First Man





Orenthel James Simpson
is yet again back in prison
For calling the “friend”
Who put him in





Stewart Gilligan Griffin
Just don’t know what he is missing
Plotting his Mother’s death all the while
I’d whoop his little ass, if he were my child




The Phenomenon that is Oprah Winfrey
has once again made history
in buying her own Network on TV
I just hope she’ll show, “You told Harpo to beat me!?”










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Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

HEAVEN - A Palindrome

PALINDROME

Also Known as Mirrored Poetry

A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again...


HEAVEN

There Is
Life Eternal
Many Mansions
Ancestors Smiling
Angels Singing
Golden Streets
Forever Peace
Jesus Lives Where
– HEAVEN –
Where Lives Jesus
Peace Forever
Streets Golden
Singing Angels
Smiling Ancestors
Mansions Many
Eternal Life
Is There

NEVAEH

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
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