Poetry Reading of Gwendolyn Brooks at Racine Library

I was invited to read poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks for a Black History event at Racine Public Library. I hope you enjoy.

Love, Esha

 

Wisdom

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My Father wasn’t a warrior in a typical sense. But he was a fighter to me. When a good man takes a stand even if it’s just for a second the world stands still. The tide shifts, the bedrock shakes and a new day full of blue skies and opportunity begins. When more people feel empowered to do what’s right. Not what’s convenient, not what’s easy, not what’s acceptable but what’s morally right… We will see a world where wisdom is valued.

Love always, Esha <3

Sounds Like Poetry

What is poetry to me? 

It is love 

And everything in-between 

Whether it is two heart forever intertwined 

Or a neck colliding with a bee sting 

It equates to so much 

But at the same time it feels like nothing

It unravels me like a rope 

With dangling cords 

It's flies high like eagles 

It midday soars 

It lives in a kiss 

Till breath falls short 

And it breaths no more 

No matter the cause 

It exists to be adored

Poetry is something worth fighting for 

Because it is and has always been my love

Love always, Esha

Always

We don't need to look for love 

Running in circles for a connection that's already there 

Chasing down relationship 

When Jesus always cared 

Looking to experience temporary feelings 

When you need something to last an eternity 

Cheeks previously stained by tears 

Seek soft kisses that rarely stay 

Tender for a moment 

Only to go away 

We all need a love that will last forever 

And always 

Till Next Time, Esha 

 

Outside

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Outside

 don't want to be outside in the winter time 

The roof is solid 

The heated water is on 

The walls know many secrets 

But tell no tales 

The frost is ice cold

The chill is beautiful 

As it changes the warm air to fog 

Still I stoke the fire by throwing logs 

By Esha 

Bold Heart

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The feeling dissipates

But I still remember the warmth 

I still crave the moment 

Looking for the next opportunity 

To be gathered up in caring arms 

To be told that I will be kept 

Safe from harm 

To be well thought of 

And loved in return 

My heart awaits the chance of exchanging the courtesy  

Yearning and turning in desolate places 

Aching to see and experience friendly faces 

Hopefully a day will arrive 

Someone's eyes will catch me by surprise 

And I will be held in an embrace 

That makes my lonely years fade away 

That gives me emotions that are here to stay 

The feeling dissipates

But I still remember the warmth 

I still crave the moment 

Looking for the next opportunity... 

To receive a long, awe-inspiring hug 

I use to run from intimacy 

Choosing isolation 

And silent discretion over having a hand to hold  

But as of late... 

My heart has grown bold 

Love always, Esha 

Empty Heart

 

People seek to inspire 

For financial gain 

With no desire to help people that have lost everything 

The truth spreads like wildfire 

But lies run sour 

Like a sore that wasn't treated 

Or a friendship 

Gone bad 

In these days of hits and misses 

People search the closest inspiration 

They can grab 

Rarely questioning the sender 

And poor intent 

We all gotta eat 

But surviving off fake cures should never pay the rent 

A couple days go by and the quick money 

Is past the point of spent 

But what about the person in need 

Self help, motivational speech and guru's 

Linked up with the who's who 

Fail to address the problem 

Turn to the Bible 

And churches devoid of pay per view miracles  

For something that will feed the soul 

Everyone is seeking something that an empty heart can hold 

Love always, Esha