Doug Brooks's Writings
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Poem
Jun.06.2009
Chapter's Publications
Pinch my pennies and purchase myself some long white curtains;
To cover my windows tonight, to cover my windows, to hide my pillows/
I'm browsing for that fabric that won't cast a shadow;
I'm ransacking racks of that ancient thread woven in Egypt/
To cover my windows tonight, to cover my windows and to hide all of my pillows/
I'm inquiring over seas for that...
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Poem
Jun.06.2009
Chapter's
Forsaken coasts, who has tread her black sands?
And allowed her bitter waters to brush upon the feet that is bare.
Bare, vulnerable to the scorched minute pebbles of glass;
That compacts between the toes while you're on your way, on a mission.
Not one in a million, more like millions in one,
Little masses all in my way,
Even the waters gobble them out...
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May.13.2009
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Dizwater
Woke up this morning
8am this morning cut on the TV
Nothing was really that funny
Then I smelt it!
I was a beautiful butterscotch smell
A gift tart tantalizing
The meagerness of a strong man
She had hips that can keep an old man
Off balance for days
A silken gown seeping out of her pores
Blanketing goose bumps
She had this peach I wanted pluck...
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Poem
May.13.2009
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Dizwater
Hand me a drink
Shine my shoes
Drive me
Bathe me
Tailor my suit
Pour me a drink
Serve my favorite dish
Groom my grass
Preach my sermon
Take my coat
Seat me
Greet me
Park my car
Clean my carpet
Do my laundry
Cut my hair
Make up my face
Dress me
Situate my hands
Close my casket
Dig my grave
Carry me out the church
Speak my eulogy...
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Poem
May.12.2009
The Nappiness in My Soul--by Water Blakmon
Where the love beganEve and endingsAdam's seedlingsArchetypes of divinity
Voices in solitudeGalloping groundsSwinging limbsDancing depths
Syria's swimming tidesNimrods rumbling rocksCush's kindred cavesEgypt's golden roots
Blinding bladesEmbarking escaladesTrembling tiradesScattered bloodBattered loveFickle fruitTrivial pursuitsCenturies turned till tired
Wearied...
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Poem
May.12.2009
Beholden by Water Blakmon
Lookin' at my notepad with that stare you downAttitude about to tear you downBeen around the block and back spell boundHot day for vanilla ice cream...
Dreams in the day, through the lipsDrip downDrip cream, to me the kiss be peachThough the drip be brown
Once licked with butterscotch tartsSound sweet to hear around the way girlsTalkin about Boston baked beansNow...
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About Doug
Water Blakmon (D. M. B.) is a featured artist in the Vibes Of Inner City Echoes movement. We talk about current events, lifestyle, war, politics, racial discrimination using an artistic yet informative approach to reporting. Doug M. Brooks the president of...
Connections
Causes Doug Brooks Supports
Freedom Writer's Foundation, NAACP, Freedom of religion
Doug’s Favorite Books
The Holy Bible, Easy Rawlins Mysteries (Cinnamon Kiss, Little Scarlett), Repositioning Yourself, Joy, Cane, Impromptu
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