The Weeping Poet

A writer is depressed.

His words are depression.

His art is his life.

His metaphors mask sorrow.

Wordplay hides his cries.

The audience applauds.

He flips his frown,

but only on the surface.

One mask, two faces.

He cries in black ink.

His cries are silent,

but his words are loud.

The weeping poet;

Hiding behind his art.

©2017 Taihair Brown

Come Enjoy It With Me

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If you see me drinking like I have no J-O-B,

grab a cup, come over and join me.

The moon is out and we are not giving a shit.

Sorry to get a little vulgar, but here’s a tip—

Life is too short to not smile and take it all in.

It’ll be too late for regrets when it comes to an end.

If you see some good bourbon; yes that’s on me.

We’re all adults, so no need for a referee.

Have a beer, take some shots and be a peace.

It’s a celebration and we’re dancing in the streets.

You’re all beautiful people to me and I love thee.

So get here because you have till the count of three.

Every second later is yet another hug when you arrive.

You only get one life, as there is no test-drive.

So come and experience it with yours truly.

Together, we can love, say a prayer and get unruly.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

Python

An Athlete Wrestling with a Python 1877 by Frederic, Lord Leighton 1830-1896

Squeezes you with the strength of a python.

Pushing the air from your very lungs,

listening to your bones crack from under the weight,

but you fight on because that’s all you can do,

yet its grip gets tighter and you want to scream

with the hope that the noise would scare it away,

but it pays you no mind and keeps going

with no care for your condition or circumstances

that you may have had to face prior to this,

but you can’t give up and cave in to the pressure

as you are the chosen and have been tested before.

The pressures of life can never crush you

as long as you continue to fight, with the will to live.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

One Day I Will Die

Live your life

One day I will die.

No reason for tears in those eyes.

I will not live in denial.

I will live my life with a smile.

Come have a drink with me.

Lets have fun and make a scene

while the music plays

and we twist and sway.

One day I will die.

Why should I try to lie?

So let me just live this life.

Enjoy the day and the night.

Join me in a toast,

and travel to the Gold Coast.

See the lands of our ancestors,

before drinking out in Manchester.

One day I will die.

No need for me to be shy.

Only just, please don’t judge me.

You can just let me be,

or even, you can come along

and sing with me, a beautiful song

while we smoke some good weed,

before this living, we concede.

©2017 Taihair Brown

I was going to…

survive

I am a beautiful person.

I was going to be a victim of violence.

I was going to.

 

I am a kind individual.

I was going to be slain in just only my youth.

I was going to.

 

I am a delightful person.

I was going to be found dead in the wee morning.

I was going to.

 

I am a blessed somebody.

I was going to be another white sheet at dawn.

Yet I am here still.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

More than words

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If I were to recite what sits on my brain at night,
your soul would be blinded by my creative light.
Honorable, pledging allegiance to my pen and pad.
I can express myself when mad or shed tears when sad—
Metaphorically, to hide any pain that maybe resting inside;
eating me alive cause part of me has died with my pride.
Now all that is left is a never healing injury and misery
and nothing to look forward to as better days are now history.
I put it all into words and maybe rhyme it with birds,
so then maybe the pain would also fly away afterwards.
To you, what is a simple free poem done without a style,
is my life that lacks smiles or anything to look to, worthwhile.

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

Dear Husband

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A Man walked in front of the mirror and viewed himself-
He did not like what he saw.
He saw a face, old and winkled.
His body, covered in scars—
He considered them ugly.
Imperfections on what were once a sculpted canvas.
His head, still full of hair but faded and gray.
His sides were now flabby and loose.
He turned, bones cracking as he did.
They ached with each motion he took.
His stomach was just as flabby as the rest of him.
What was once polished was now round.
His chest, once powerful in his youth,
was now limp and saggy.

In his reflection, he saw something ugly—
Something old and useless

His wife came behind him.
She saw the sadness in his eyes.
She could not help but to smile,
And so she said;

Dear husband,
I see a face that has seen many winters.
One that has faced the hardships of this world.
Not just faced them, but survived.
A face that has worn many emotions over a lifetime,
and hid many more for the sake of his family.
I see an endless sea of gray hairs—
Each strand representing years of wisdom,
accumulated throughout a lifetime.
I see the body of a man who served as a shield.
A man who shielded his family—
His wife and loving kids—
Shielded them from harm.
A man who took the stings, agony and illness;
the brunt of that upon himself.
Sacrificing is own being in order to protect us.
I see not a fat old man.
I see a man who worked hard to provide.
Is it not okay for him to enjoy the fruits of his labor?
Did he not share that with his loved ones?
A man who always made sure his family was fed.
Did he not make sure they ate first,
or had enough to satisfy their bellies?
So does he not deserve the big piece of chicken to fatten his own?
I see a chest shagged and shoulder slumped wearily,
all from carrying the weight to lighten our load.
The weight you carried made it possible for our seeds to grow.
You tried to carry as much as you could, so we wouldn’t have to.
Cracking and creaky bones?
They are music to me.
A reminder of all the sacrifices you have made.

The reason our children were able to grow as they did.
The reason why I can sit here and smile.

Dear Husband,
You know what I see?
I see a Wise King who did everything he could—
Who fought many battles and proudly wears the scars from them.
All for his family.
I see a Wise King who sacrificed more than I could have ever asked of him.
I see my Loving Husband and a Wise King.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown