God's Gift

God’s Gift

This Jones I’ve got for you is the sweetest taboo
Like Sade, you’ve given me this bliss via your honey-laced kiss
I desire more of your love’s essence, more of this lift…
More euphoric elevation from your love spliff
I toke till I choke and can’t breathe
I am too weak to speak,
To utter for release from your passion-filled treat
I am forever conquered by your love’s sweet defeat
I revere you like a Queen at her Pharaoh’s feet
My fertile soil you implant and bless when inside your passionate caress
The glare from your stare keeps me there spellbound inside your care
Those eyes keep me mesmerized as I romanticize and realize
that the Father heard my cries
and answered in giving me you

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

An Ode to Neo (The One)

An Ode to Neo (The One)

Last night while staring into the windows of his soul
I saw golden flecks of love and affection sparkle in Morse code
Serenading me in psalms of ardent adoration with hypnotic prisms
Surging an electric current of ecstasy, escalating my heart’s rhythm
In awe, I stood on the insides of his heavenly embrace
Admiring the strength of his Atlas physique, and the grace in his Adonis face
Comparing the external view of his deep-set eyes to amber faceted jewels
And the brilliance within to a kaleidoscope of Autumn tree leaf hues
My mood was soothed and subdued as I ahhed and oohed
at the view of this mind-blowing romantic interlude
I watched with zeal as his love then exploded and splashed
onto the inner recesses of my passion-filled core
Creating an amorous environment for my mind, body and soul’s desire to revel and soar
In searching the depths of my heart chakra, I’d finally found a synergetic mate
Last night when love revealed in the eyes of Neo – my soul’s consummate

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

Love's Rollercoaster

Love’s Rollercoaster

I sit here and pluck the luck of a rose
In hopes that it will tell me if he loves me yes or not I suppose
I seek our horoscopes to cope with the anxiety residing inside of me
The presence of love has me looking forth and back dually like Janus, the deity
I asked the crystal ball,
“Should I let him in and give him power over my will?”
I want to love him deeply but I’m too scared to feel
For the sting of love is lasting as it pierces the heart’s core
Memories of its bittersweet touch are tattooed upon my soul’s ceiling and floor
So I shake the magic 8 ball and ask,
“Am I strong enough to endure more?”
It responds, “Sure”
Little comfort this answer provides to the growing fear inside
Remembering…
At its birth, love brings sunlit smiles and fluttering butterflies
And in its death, a monsoon of disheartened tears scornfully cried
Tell me palm reader,
“Should I continue to guard my heart?
Should I enter this amusement park in the dark and embark?”
Love’s Rollercoaster has an unpredictable ride
So there is genuine reluctance for me to once again get inside
Tell me, should I trust the “I would never hurt you” sincerity in his eyes?
How can I be sure his truths are not lies fraudulently disguised?
She replied,
“To acquire love, one must risk the prize of their heart each and every time;
There must be no war, but agreement, betwixt your soul, body and mind;
With love, you must not fear, but trust and believe”
Her words I received –
She asked “Is he not the man with whom you want to be?”
I replied, “yes indeed”
When I look into his eyes, I am curious to try with this one I esteem
He enraptures my soul, arouses my body and speaks my heart’s language with ease
So I went to him and placed in his palm the key to my heart and asked that he follow me
We entered the coaster and took our seat front row center
And raised our arms as the motor revved and together allowed love to enter

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

FEARful LOVE

FEARful LOVE

I want to love you LOVE…I really do

I’ve heard so many good things about you
I heard from GLOOM and SO-BLUE
they raved about the power you exude,
the wonder of you…
How you made them smile just by being you
I heard it from TRUTH’s girl
that you knocked HATE out
in front of the WORLD
And everybody say
he’s like Debo
around their way
Well, that is what they say
I am so impressed
how you uniquely bless
How you hooked up HOPE with BROKEN-HEART
How that gave him a brand new start
And now they’re moving up the street
into the House of LOVE
I want to love you so much
In fact,
You’re all I’m thinking of
Ask your sisters JOY and GLADNESS
Everybody wants you – You’re the baddest!

You are LOVE

And, I want to love you LOVE…I really do
I want to be with you, and only you
Blind and all,
You are beautifully euphoric and pristine
And you can introduce me to PEACE,
CONFIDENCE and SELF-ESTEEM
I heard they’re in the company you keep
Which makes me think
About a rumor going around in the streets
That you sometimes chill with HURT and PAIN
My best chick INTUITION told me I may need to refrain
Cuz its known that they and their team can be real shady
Which you can see makes me reluctant in being your lady
So I hope this isn’t true
For I only want to be with you
The world renowned LOVE
Who has the power to brighten
or darken days
Many curious ways
The one who makes my heartbeat unstable on cue
Oh, the wonder of what you can do
I want to love you LOVE…I really do –

But I am FEAR…

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

In-Love's Departure

In-Love’s Departure

Today, I in-loved someone who didn’t in-love me back…
For years, I’d read him and became fluent in Love-Braille
But at this moment, with clay-smeared eyes

I washed in the pool of Siloam
And I saw it today –
As reality meteors rained and crashed from the sky around me
My matrixal globe cracked down the center of my rupturing heart
This world of in-love had finally succumb to the

elements of his deceitful eyes
and the fragrant stench of his selfish lustful soul
I will always remember today…
This hour, this minute, this second - the very moment

I stopped in-loving him

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.

Inmate#: 0277968L

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

Inmate#: 0277968L

 I have 2 boys…
Who run towards the commencement of the noise
That shakes the floor amongst their toys
Where Mommy & Daddy scream real loud
My youngest he can’t pronounce
words like his big brother’s mouth
But his tear-filled eyes understand
that this is not a good thing
For two who vowed to share wedding rings
Amongst other things…
He says “He loves me” and I no longer feel the same
I scream his name and plead for his life
To please not do this in our children’s sight
Thinking that he just might
Hear my plight
And let me take our children away from here
His second worst fear
I shudder with rage as he comes near
It’s clear
Today’s date the granite shall display
He vows to dig my grave
if I take his kids away
My eyes reveal and convey
that Love has departed and Death has taken its place
We’ve been together for 7 years
And I knew this man up until this here
This –
That rocked my world and tilted its axis
I never asked for this –
This got me fucked up in the brain
This my eyes reveal with tearful pain
This my God is so hard to explain
I loved this man so much
the shock was just insane
When I heard him utter a familiar name
Making squeaky sounds upon our bed frame
My eyes revealed their secret shame
Caught by surprise
As he tried to deny
Him giving another man oral affection
in front of my eyes
Blinded by his deception and lies
Our shared worst fear realized…
I faded to black and awoke
to their ended lives…
I have 2 boys
Whose lives have been destroyed
Parental null and void
For my boys
my sincerest regret
My incarcerated Life…
for Daddy’s death

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

CELIBACY - An Acrostic Poem

CELIBACY

Controlling every stimulating urge to

Enact upon my innate desire to lust after the flesh

Living faithfully in sexual abstinence by

Incorporating prayer daily to strengthen my spiritual intercessory

Being firm-minded around persuasive visual temptation

Abstaining from all erogenous gratification by being

Chaste and courageous in mind, body and soul as I encounter wiles

Yet virtuous by example in being pleasant in spirit and demeanor

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
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

POETRÉ: The Love of My Life

Hello Blog visitors:
I've chosen to begin this year with poetic creativity in exploring various poetry forms. To begin my creative exploration, I'll begin with a "PANTOUM" poem. The pantoum poem is of Malaysian origin circa 15th century. Please review and let me know your thoughts by leaving a comment. Or better yet, try one yourself; the instructions are listed below. Thank you and Happy New Year! It’s time to elevate in 2008!

~Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth
lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain
introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the
last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the
closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.

The design is simple:

Line 1
Line 2
Line 3
Line 4

Line 5 (repeat of line 2)
Line 6
Line 7 (repeat of line 4)
Line 8

Continue with as many stanzas as you wish, but the ending stanza then repeats the second
and fourth lines of the previous stanza (as its first and third lines), and also repeats the
third line of the first stanza, as its second line, and the first line of the first stanza as its
fourth. So the first line of the poem is also the last.

Here is my rendition:

I’ve fallen in love with poetry more than a thousand times
With its freedom disguised in prose and rhyme
The imagination, the flows and sundry messages so innate
The love of my life is poetry, my textual soul mate

With its freedom disguised in prose and rhyme
The beautiful art form of poetry is simply divine
The love of my life is poetry, my textual soul mate
Poetry is more than my lover but a means to communicate

The beautiful art form of poetry is simply divine
Poetic forms are Acrostic all the way to ZaniLa Rhyme
Poetry is more than my lover but a means to communicate
The wonder of poetry is birthed in a writer’s soul and manifests in the world poetry creates

Poetic forms are Acrostic all the way to ZaniLa Rhyme
The imagination, the flows and sundry messages so innate
The wonder of poetry is birthed in a writer’s soul and manifests in the world poetry creates
I’ve fallen in love with poetry more than a thousand times

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

Q. T. L. Syllabic Wordplay

Quinzaine

The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement.

PURPOSE

I am the chosen of God
Are you the chosen?
Were you called?



Tetractys

Tetractys, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20).Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1

Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10

and so on.

"Euclid, the mathematician of classical times, considered the number series 1, 2, 3, 4 to have mystical significance because its sum is 10, so he dignified it with a name of its own - Tetractys. The tetractys could be Britain's answer to the haiku. Its challenge is to express a complete thought, profound or comic, witty or wise, within the narrow compass of twenty syllables." - Ray Stebbing

I LOVE YOU

I
love you.
Your passion
emanates smoke
Every time your lips speak those words, I float.



Lanturne

The Lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.

TRUE LOVE

Love
making
in its most
purest state lacks
Lust

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

SECOND TIME AROUND

First there was Prince…
His love was innocent and pristine
Honey-sweet
Natural and unblemished
It was fresh and untainted with
suspicious feelings from past hurts
His edges were smooth
He fit in without trying
He wasn’t the most handsome
but he was – Beautiful
We were each others

First blushed cheek
On the way to school

First saved bus seat
First butterfly flutter
First intimate eye contact
First kiss
First that and this
His remarkable wisdom formed my need
for a man with a great mind
He moved my behind
on the dance floor
His love was the best thing
only God’s was more
He lived in the Bowen Projects
Where there was a lot of violence

and gun play around him
He was in a harsh environment

but not a part of it
but still became its victim
I remember he once said that

He would be the next Dr. King
That he would take us to the next level

And let our freedom truly ring
I believed him
And then I got the call…

~ *~ ** ~* ~

And then there was Sultan
He was so phyne
Ooooh
Dayum he was phyne…
Athletic and strong
Could go all night long
Could turn no left
Or do no wrong
Cuz he made it so right
Up until that night
But I’ll get back to that later
We met in College
He was 2nd string quarterback for the Gators
Our shared major: Communications
Although he minored in Aviation Management
Cuz, like Kanye

He said he wanted to touch the sky
Oh my
The things that man used to say
Will forever haunt me in the good and the bad ways
A magnificent mind with a 3.9 GPA
He said education was an important tool
And that learning had to become fun
Being that his Grandma worked at his High School
She had raised him and his brother after
Their Mother’s untimely demise
His intellect was jagged and sublime
He was chivalrous
Well-mannered
and knew how to pray like a Minister
He contained an inner soul that yearned for a better way
but was dominated by a carnal spirit that was sinister
I always smiled when he took his cap off at the dinner table
An educated thug, Morris Chestnut smiling Dark Gable
Our chemistry together was fluid and aged
He was so funny
everywhere he went he needed a mic and a stage
He knew how to woo a lady with a few rose petals
a poem, and a bottle of fine wine
But sometimes he would be so angry inside
He was so resilient
He never cried
His only flaw was that he was so smart but at times highly unwise
He knew his future was bright if he stayed on the bright side
But he had a habit of detouring in dark alleys and low valleys that
could only be found in the Hood
So much potential fighting with conquered good
He was a visionary
Who wanted his own star
on the Walk of Fame in Hollywood
He couldn’t hug his future though
for reaching back for past ways
My lingering love
was raised in Miami-Dade
Liberty City to be exact
And a third of him never let go
and held true to that
He was fond of the Quran which teaches:
“Let the one who is entrusted discharge his trust,
(faithfully) and let him be afraid of Allah, his Lord.
And conceal not the evidence for he,
he who hides it, surely his heart is sinful.
And Allah is All-Knower of what you do.”
I now know this to be true
We even discussed that verse together
He understood what it meant but I don’t think it really got through
And when I got the call...
just like Prince’s 5 years before
I had to sit again in that pew and ask God the heart-rending “Whys?”
that only our culture affords
I’ve heard about these type traumas Black Women share
and I’ve read about it
and even seen it on the screen
But never in my life
never in my soul
– never twice

in my wildest dreams…

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

STEPCHILD

How hard it must be to be Bryant?
Fearful and aware after viewing OJ’s fall from White Grace
I too am a Black man who has exiled my people
I too have pledged marriage to a beautiful ‘token’ of assimilation
who can do everything a wife possibly can
- except -
understand this very struggle I live
on the days when it hits really hard
This existence –
It is one you have to be in order to ‘fully’ understand
For this reason, our scales will forever be off kilter
I rot internally from the imbalance
For, I do love her…
But in this home there is no remedy or relief from this pain
Except for my blue pills
On the days, I feel the sting of knowing of whom I belong
I take a blue pill
I must always be careful not to fall
For a bed of pointed, razor-sharp spikes await below
And my People are no longer holding the net
So to quell the caged rage within that wants to be freed
I take a blue pill
Blue pills numb the thought but never the pain
I take comfort in my Family, who love me, because they know me
They have the luxury of personally knowing more than just the Brand
But my People, this luxury they do not partake of
And most could care less
This I know, for I’ve found out in certain ways
In turn, I’ve chosen to fully conform to try to fill that much needed void
And on my best behaved days…
I win!
I win my most sought after prize
My façade is a success, and I get to feel it –
that acceptance, that complete feeling,

I BELONG!

But on the days when I am force fed the red pill - I know who I am
– I am a man who is invisible to his native people and a
stepchild to my natural predator

I Must NEVER Fall!

How hard it must be to be Bryant, Wayne, Tiger, Lionel, Michael, et al.

A Jew, a white among whites, can deny that he is a Jew, declaring himself a man among men. The Black cannot deny that he is black nor claim for himself an abstract, colorless humanity; he is Black. Thus he is driven to authenticity: insulted, enslaved, he raises himself up. He picks up the word "Black" ["Negro"] that they had thrown at him like a stone, He asserts his blackness, facing the White man, with pride.~ Jean-Paul Sartre

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

WE ARE ONE (Mi Familia)

We are hilarious and fun –
intelligent and dumb
Wise and foolish in our ways
We are predictable, timid, and frank
We are spiritually fortified, as we
encounter life roads that are dim, dark, and dank

We love Traditional Gospel music –
Praise and Worship best to evoke the Holy Spirit,
but we’ve been moving and grooving in with the Contemporary tide
We are mature and youthful in spirit in consensually understanding
we were bought at a price by our Big Brother who died

We are sometimes hard to love, but always worthy of the attempt
We are abundantly gifted, pseudo replicas, and bona fide jewels
Who have graduated and prematurely vacated Mid, High and Ivy schools
We are bonded, loving and loyal throughout our fluctuating heights of stability in class

We can cook with the best of ‘em in the kitchen and we whoop our children’s ass
We love to drink and party and “We never touch that stuff”
We are overly loving and attentive of our children but also shamefully neglectful
We love the Lord and serve Him with vigor all the way down to just enough

We’re seasoned freaks, who “candy lick” with Marvin Cease
And youthfully groove to Theodis Ealy’s “Stand up in It” jam
We love Hip-Hop, like a favorite younger sibling
And we chill with 70’s Soul, 80’s Grooves, and the 90’s Sex jams

We’re behind the pulpit, in the pews, and planted on The Block
We’re in Corporate America, prison, on probation, the military and working two jobs non-stop
We’re lovin’ our spouses, supporting our kids and keeping God first
Praying with and for us as we’re strong-held to alcohol, sex, green, and the coke that doesn’t quench a thirst

We’re pimpin’ our mates and getting taken for all we’ve got on Earth and above
We bring “beef” to Fish Friday’s causing disharmony in our love
We relinquish our last coin and hoard our fortune all to ourselves
We are breaking and rebuilding generational cursed former selves

We are the smiling blessed who shower the world with encouragement and praise
And we are the miserable haters who tear down and gossip to give worth to our days
We live comfortably in the Suburbs even though we’ve never left The Hood
We are so busy trying to get it done whether it’s for the betterment of the Kingdom or of no good

We are the ones who are lazy, who can dish it but can’t take it
We are so strong – we are weak, frail, and breaking
We’re for the most part peaceful unless one comes to harm
God be with the perpetrator who intentionally rings the alarm

We commune regularly and sing of our joy and pain
We’re coming to get us wherever we are whether sleet, snow or hurricane
We shimmy our stresses away on Ladies Night, and go broke for our baby’s birthday
We know love because of each other because it’s something we speak and don’t say

We vacation on the beaches of Myrtle and Ocean Isle even though we’ve never been anywhere before
We’re aspiring for greatness in the cities along the North and South Carolina shores
We’re walking the streets of Gold and walking the streets of the New Jerusalem
And were progressing in the “good life” like Kanye in the Black Mecca – “el Nuevo renacimiento de Harlem”

We’re musically inclined playing instruments in all five
We can sing like Whitney and put Luther and Pac to shame
We are dysfunctional and simultaneously the model of function
We are all one in the same

We are Family…

– We are One, singular not plural

Suggested read:
1 John 4:20-21
1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THE MAKINGS OF ME

My Momma told me that she raised a Wife, not some boy’s “Baby Mama”
My Daddy told me that “I was Beautiful” – and to invest in real estate
My Godmother Lucille told me she loved me like it was the last time “every” visit
My 6th grade teacher Mrs. Ware told me that my writing ability was “special”
My Auntie Sis told me, with a wink, “Don’t let every boy stick his spoon in your stew”
My Auntie Clara told me, with a smile, that “God was grooming me” and that –
“I was going to be a ‘Great’ Woman someday”
My Uncle Mike told me that “I was a Queen” and that Royalty deserved nothing but the best
My Uncle Norwood told me that Family is sometimes difficult but “worthwhile”
My Sister Teacha told me, with a snap, “Don’t get a wet ass for nothing”
My Brother Junior told me that I was more than smart – “I was wise”
My Best Friend Chandra told me that I’ve always been “different”
My Bible told me about Life and that “God so loved me”
My Guardian Angel whispered after my 2nd attempt “Don’t walk out on the movie, just because you’re at the part that you don’t like”
I told myself after my near death car accident in ’05 that –
“I’m not ‘Great’ yet so Aunt Clara must be right…right…right…right…



Suggested read:
Proverbs 3:5-6


It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a God.” ~Francis Bacon, Sr.

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THE VISIT

He was all she had…
her smile,
her treasured gift,
her joy and pride
And they want me to visit her home
and tell her that he died
They want me to verbally suffocate her spirit
and shatter her motherly heart
They want me to report of his untimely demise
and tear her world eternally apart
To rob her and rape her
of her joy for the rest of her days
In telling her that her favorite child,
her youngest son,
– died viciously–
on his 20th birthday

Suggested read:
Luke 18:1-8




I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, "Mother, what was war?" ~Eve Merriam

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

REMINISCENCE Jazz No. 9

I’m yearning right now for your forbidden fruit
That (¯ooh.dotsee.doo¯) sweetest taboo
We in a good mood,
Chillin’
just me and my dude
kissing and rubbing,
stroking and sucking
Honeymoon high lovin’
We wildin’ and buggin’
Doing one of your two favorite things
passionately fucking or
Making love to me
(¯twee-dot-dee-dot-daa.daa.daa¯)

Remember that?
(¯twee-dot-dee-dot-dee.ee.ee¯)

Huh baby?

You remember that –
(¯Baadaah.bah.bah.baaaa.bop¯)

Cuz I do…

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2007. All Rights Reserved.

THAT FEELING

I wasn't looking for Him amongst the crowd
But once I saw Him –
I couldn't take my eyes off of Him
And I got that feeling…
You know that feeling?
That vibrates a kinetic pulse along your nerve endings inserting Love
into all 5 doors of your senses
As we greeted,
Our eye contact was new, yet old, and familiar
Our handshake and overly-extended gaze confirmed our connection was mutually felt
As we mingled,
I could smell his lightly seductive scent
Like a wafting fragrant candle in the distance inviting me into its harmony
It enveloped me,
Like a cooling gentle breeze
I couldn't see it but I knew it was there
His voice was beating a jazzy drum solo upon my eardrums,
and I grooved to his intellectual beat
My mind's eye was intimately intrigued with Him, trusting and relaxed
I was attentive,
Like a student to a teacher who's lecturing a favorite subject
His physical form was eye candy sweet arousing my taste buds and awakening my salivary glands
Butterflies arose and fluttered in unison as he sat down beside me
His unintentional brush against my thigh transmitted a magnetic pull into my body that caused rapid fluctuations in my heart rhythm unbeknownst to me before
Pneumatic chemistry was emitted by our reciprocal flirtatious body language
At that moment,
All I knew of this stranger was his name
Yet I felt naturally comfortable treading in on unfamiliar territory
For that "still small voice" whispered and told me that Love could be found within Him
His presence made me aware that "this feeling" is not a given with all I encounter
We were meant…
Whether for a reason, a season or a lifetime
We were pre-written into each other's journeys by the Divine Author before we took our first step along the path
I was getting that limited edition supernatural feeling…
That yang to my yin balanced feeling
That forever and a decade in His presence special feelingThere it goes again...
Ooh, he just smiled at me exposing those dimples that aredeep enough to immerse all my "What if?" fears of the unknown in
Ooooooh yesI feel real good about this one
And I like this feeling…
And he –
He gives me that feeling


Suggested read:
1 John 4:7-16

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2007. All Rights Reserved.