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Train of Thought presents a collection of poetry that contains a unique and intriguing compilation of themes. As bold as it is vulnerable, it combines elements to create a vivid depiction of a broad spectrum of emotions. Through her graceful writing ability, Barbara C. Johnson fearlessly captures the basis of life's emotional essence. Interspersed with her poems are short prose passages exploring her thoughts further.
These verses seek to examine the positive and negative feelings that the experiences of life awakens. They trace a pathway of ideas and imagination, ultimately unveiling an effusive Train of Thought. She gathers the thoughts of what she’d say when the time came Words … Colliding Stumbling away in her brain And her mind … attempting to release how she feels inside Fantasizing the fantasies Realizing the realities of a generalized speech broken down piece, by piece, by … peace Yet there she stays speechless Silent Muted like Chaplin’s exquisite expressions She became a mime The sole narrator of gestures in her mind —from “Words Without Substance”Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781462048618 |
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Publisher: | iUniverse, Incorporated |
Publication date: | 09/13/2011 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
File size: | 2 MB |
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Train of Thought
~Poetically Expressive Creations~By Barbara C. Johnson
iUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2011 Barbara C. JohnsonAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4620-4860-1
Chapter One
Black ... (And proud)I am black
Celebrating the mystery
of the layers of my ethnicity
for every quality
defines me to be so
I am radiant
I glow
Brighter than the light of the suns most luminous smile
I shine
Like a polished River of Niger gem
Gleaming
for rubies never grow dull or dim
I'm a genetic reflection
A generational root developing
Permeating this skin's membrane
is my ancestor's DNA
For I come in all shades
Pecan, coffee brown,
butterscotch, and purple haze
I am black
Midnight onyx to be exact
Authentic and gifted
Eclectic and centric
with an exquisite style to match
In fact,
I am black
Yes,
black is exactly what you see
A well-structured masterpiece
An ebony filled medley
Like arts mosaic piece
I'm unique
Like music's devoted melody
Are you listening
Can't you hear me whispering, ... calling, ... yelling, and chanting
Swart
Nero
Zwart
Noir
Kuro
Kali
Negro
... Black ...
CoverGirl ... (Beneath it all)
Cosmetic perfection changed her skin,
yet blemished her soul
She's supernatural
Blotched, bleached, blended
Airbrushed to perfection
Far from the realm of where foundation begins
And I don't mean the kind applied to the skin
But natural colors given
from generations
Before replacements of cosmetic ensembles
Blushes, mascara's and eye and lip liners
cause beyond all of that you will ... find Her
Quintessentially mixed
Not forged or counterfeit
But legit
and just as natural as a pearl
But to be a CoverGirl
is to be flawless to the world
Means to cover the girl with synthetic appearances
to give her manmade features
A human creature
Idolized for a mask that conceals her true features
And though she's more beautiful than her exterior portrays
all that you can see is that she has a pretty face
and that's the cover of this girl
CoverGirl
The scheme of cosmetic perfection is having a complex for altering your complexion. By not allowing your natural beauty to shine through, you are neglecting the characteristics given to you. You see her all the time before applying that mask. If you get to know her then you'll realize that she really isn't bad at all. After all, beauty is art that isn't always sketched, drawn or painted on.
I Am ... (An ode to a calendar sister)
No matter the month
I'm a woman of all season
Like a unique mixture of
spring, fall, summer and winter
within the company of long slender trees
and flourishing green meadows
I Am
As sweet as the taste
of those honeysuckle treats
growing alongside the creek on this evening
Even of those before and after this day
I Am
The product of all my sisters,
from chaotic to blissful
Showering tears in April,
then fully blooming like a rose in June
For my attributes are inspired
by the humbleness of August
and from her will to accommodate by any means
In addition to these things
are the qualities of me
The leading, guiding, protecting
and nurturing kind
For I'm
the fertility goddess of growth
A woman in her prime
A blessing to life and all of mankind
I'm that blossoming fruit to fully emerge in time
because I ... am ... May
Like the beautiful seasons, I flourish. And at any given moment I'll flap my wings and fly like a gust of wind. Watch me. I'm like air ... peaceful and serene. Feel me. I'm a necessity for life. You need me. Breathe me. What's in a name? August, April, June, and May. Is it the title of months, or the tale behind the name? Guess it depends who's answering.
May Flower
On this side of the wall
a flower will grow full bloom in the fall,
just as it does in the wilderness
Oh my, how nature's tenderness
is a force to be reckoned with
And when I look up high enough,
I can see beyond the uniqueness
of the sky's horizon,
into a reality that appears as clear
as sunlit beams
but is as dull as murky shadows
lurking in the dark
I was fine up until now
And all was good till I remembered again
how he stole away my innocence as if
it had never belonged to me
How selfish must a man be
to go through such extreme?
Damn him!
And damn every man that would ever
initiate such doing
Because of him
I dream nightmares wide awake these days
And it may never change
cause I am always led back here again
pondering upon this very wall
Protect your children. Shower them with all the love they can stand and more. Guide them like the nightlight that illuminates their trails at night. Instill courage in their hearts and security in their minds. Never leave their side. You are the rock in the wall of their building. So be the one that they'll confide in.
The Wall
There are memories at the wall
Repeated history at the wall
Emotions flow like freestyle
from my mental
At the wall
Illustrated events
grows in increments through my pen
For the wall represents the voice of my twin
And speaks for everyone lost
or fell victim or gave in
to the circumstances of life
Under the rocks weight
are sheets of paper engraved
They are etchings of lines
that bear the spirits of past lives
And the shadow of their soul
is found drifting in the wind
to only remember again
that there is life ... after death
In this poem, the wall symbolizes strength. It represents triumph amidst the conflicts of trial and error periods. The wall is used as a crutch to keep our spirits up when we are down and out. Regardless of the circumstance, the pondering of rants and raves against a wall gives us a chance at defeating the odds overall.
Touched by an angel's kiss
It is never easy fathoming
the loss of a loved one,
whether they are blood,
or none other than just love
All we know is that life is
affected tremendously by our loss
and that we're left rebuilding
faith all over again
(May we be strengthened)
And may there be comfort in knowing
that we were touched by the
blessing of having you around
The only difference is that now
you guide from a distance amidst
the heavenly skies
Someday I'll fly with you
and feel your gentle kiss in the wind
But for now I await the moment
of when I'll see you again
Rest in heaven
There are angels amongst us that are guiding our trails. Just the thought, at times, seem to tease our minds because we no longer have your voice to hear or your flesh to hold. And though you no longer pick up the phone to share a word or two with me, or smile as you call me by my maiden name "Cuffee", I can still feel you near. It's a bit cliché to say that things aren't the same without you here, but it's true. And though we lost our backbone when we lost you, somehow, ... we are still standing.
Bearer of burdens
Beneath a large crowd of hovering dark clouds
I sit here again
Distraught and untamed
Relieving pain through the written scraps that
I've trapped within the cracks
of this structured wall's gaps
But as much as it hurts to be the
sacrifice for others,
my intent is to protect them of further harm
and to remember them through my very own suffering
And so, I will
Always ...
Ever realize the sacrifice you make when you take on other people's burdens? Have you ever really benefited from the stress? Many of us sought to be their rescue when we have our very own lives to tend to. But what good does it do to preach and not practice? Drama comes in many layers and facets, and is found in multitude. So, don't be confused, misled or misused. It is important to take care of you first.
Bodyguard ... (Man of Armor)
Heavy armor suits him well when disguising
It's like hiding in a shell
Or being alone and cold
in a claustrophobic world of hollowness
while riding an emotional hiatus
through vulnerable circumstances
He stands tall with a stance that's strong
Pride's lost
Composure's weakening
Burdens heightened
Defense forsaken
and mistakes remembered so often
His voice whimpered in silence along
the walls of an echoed past
But its tracings had vanished,
disappearing into the quiet whispers
of a neglected protection
He surrendered himself in grief
Cause very seldom had he cried that imitation rain
Or had any remorse
for all the men that he slayed
Some tough guys aren't as tough on the inside as their exterior portrays. But at some point they'll come to terms with the pain that they caused to others. Whether it takes them to the cage or to the grave, that very shame will haunt them for the rest of their days. There just aint no escaping it.
She feels nothing ... (Love's T.K.O)
Numbness penetrates her sanity
dragging her further into seclusion
cause she's losing him
and he's lost the grasp of what it takes to love her
To understand and know her
To not only see things from his perspective
but from the likes of hers too
And for that
she feels nothing
Like having the towel thrown down
on a boxing ring ground
with the bell sounding at ten as she stumbles up again
But even then
she feels nothing
And though a drowse slightly grazes her peak
it isn't so fazing cause she
feels nothing but the flashing of
raging bright lights
blinding her eye sight
And through the heart of the fight
prolonged voices are called
Some,
wailing for her strength
And others,
chanting for her downfall
She fell strong
well-stretched along
a tough canvas padding
with her conscious hanging on barely
She is worn, dazed,
and paralyzed mentally
It's an inopportune moment for her to
breathe "Champion Air"
But she doesn't care
cause exhaustion from the game
is what drained her frame
She'll have migraines for days
but never mind the pain
because she still ... feels ... nothing
How can you love someone that doesn't reciprocate that same love back? And why must you give yourself fully to one who isn't deserving of the greatness that you have to offer? Is it because you love him, or the fact that he's physically there? Girl, he's really there just taking up space and wasting your time. Could it be the sex that got you on cloud nine and ignoring his lies? Or maybe it's neither one. Could just be that you're numb ... feeling nothing at all.
Jezebel
I apologize for her
for not utilizing the gift of honor
that she knew she possessed
But instead
used the gyrating notions of flesh as a token
of her worth's depreciating status
She's like the thorn of a cactus
as sharp as a tack
And gets feisty when those dogs
chase after her cat
Those
Tom's and Jerry's, perhaps
But alas,
the animated gets played
more repeatedly nowadays
And though she aint phased,
I'll apologize for her
without a stench of approval
Cause only a fool lives in pity
so that makes her pity-full
She's caught in the raft
of "Gotta have it by all means"
cause those are the thoughts
of illogical beings
But if you'll hear my plea
I must apologize for me
for not seeing a sista's struggle
beyond the peripheral
of my eye sockets view
And for not trying to know
or understand her type of hustle
And for the men
I will too apologize for them
And for all the ways
they raged and flashed Benjamin's
like central air was never invented
Just clowning
Like they were never in the company of women
or raised by mothers, aunts, sisters, and cousins
cause that's just the nerve of some men
But
that ole Jezebel
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Whether a mistress
prostitute
hooker
dancer
or
fiend
she is still
a woman
and should be treated respectfully
Sometimes it's hard to not become a product of a negative environment. Many women get caught up in unhealthy situations that they later regret somewhere down the line at a time when they realize and come to terms with their importance to self, family, and their surroundings.
Though they lost their way, don't give up on them just yet ... or at all for that matter. Because as long as there is life, there will always be time to make improvements in loving, learning, and living. They don't live up to your expectations, but they are human just like you. And for that reason, they are to be respected.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Black ... (And proud)....................1CoverGirl ... (Beneath it all)....................3
I Am ... (An ode to a calendar sister)....................5
May Flower....................7
The Wall....................9
Touched by an angel's kiss....................11
Bearer of burdens....................13
Bodyguard ... (Man of Armor)....................15
She feels nothing ... (Love's T.K.O)....................17
Jezebel....................20
Words without substance....................23
Herstory....................26
Superwoman....................28
My Muse....................34
Breakthrough....................36
Never give up....................39
Before you I stand....................42
New year, Same old shit....................44
Fragile Imperfections....................46
Who we kidding?....................49
Therapeutic Release ... (Breathe Again)....................52
Upturned Lips....................54
No Room (Ode to June)....................56
Emotional Roller coaster....................57
Independent Argument....................60
Love through the storm....................63
Sunkist Kiss....................67
Simplistic Emphasis....................69
Comfort of A Man....................71
The chosen one....................73
Mixed Matched ... (Opposites Attract)....................75
Fed Up....................77
Invisible Man....................78
Bag Lady....................80
Icebreaker....................82
Insecurity's Blanket ... (Or whatever you wanna call it)....................84
After-hours....................86
Consequence and Repercussion....................88
Natural High ... (Cloud 9)....................90
Wings of Femininity....................92
Booty Call....................93
Friends with benefits....................95
Actions speak louder ... (If you're a mime)....................98
She Is....................100
Ode to soul music....................101
Speak my mind....................103
Reflect (GenuIntentions)....................105
Authenticity's Key....................108
Melancholy Blues....................110
Desert Storm....................112
Nature's Fury....................114
Root of all evil....................116
Garden of Eden....................118
Conception's Birth ... (March 31, 1976)....................119
Newborn ... (Born Anew)....................121
Egypt Daoud Dean....................124
Am I A Writer?....................128