This Black-ideology
Anthology of Poems by a Black Child
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So u are the successor of the queens of yesteryear's the likes of Cleopatra,Faridah and Fatima.And I'm the stable Boy who writes his word in the lonely fields of lost souls and misdirection. Its a legendary romeo & Juliet affair of infidelity and unknown love. But ours could be something simple yet extraordinary like the color white with its grandeur and beauty intertwined u lay glistening, like rare jewels from seas afar.U and I could rock spaces where aliens with different faces boogie down to the sun and lunar vibes has the stars romping up & down with love shining.So simply said like the sentence of two words I ask u,wud u like us to get to know each other? coz our conversation becums aspiring. if u wanna find out write back a symphony like words of virtuous woman wit stance so admirable like palatable grasses i'd like to graze upon. I'm from the semikingdom of queens & kings,the ultimate semi-arid country Botswana... What about u?If i wud place u at any place I would say u are from that place beyond where constellations serve as streetlites & the moon & the sun hold hands & stroll like 2 kids taking a walk in the park..wud u agree? In waiting of the streets of mercy,forgiveness came to me wishing I cud sing a song to u,forever mine i say intricating that u cud hope 4 a dance of magical wishings & enclines of beauty I say, Lady I wanna know ur name? Wud u like to share a moment wit me,ova herbal tea,takin a walk mentally,makin a bond? well if u as me where um from? I'm from the semikingdom of queens & kings,the ultimate semi-arid country Botswana... What about u?If i wud place u at any place I would say u are from that place beyond where constellations serve as streetlights & the moon & the sun hold hands & stroll like 2 kids taking a walk in the park..wud u agree? i mean I can't lick every millimeter of you. I can't have you...because after I have you... I will want to know you. This knowledge has led to many lonely nights, followed by rants to unsuspecting friends. The lame lament of the long unlaid. I am no Victorian day puritan...believe me on this. If fantasies were sex... then I have had more women then Gene Simmons, Mr. KISS himself... explored more positions, performed more terrific, tantalizing, tongue trick tangos, been oh so much more kinky. I fantasize about circles... longing to get a cock ring, so I will be penetrating something consistently. I have erotic dreams about polka dots. Better...you wearing polka dots. However, my greatest cockblock is my heart. You wanna do the horizontal herky jerk hump hop hokey poke on my hummer hammer? Hear me, humor me, on how. To seduce me...invite me into your heart...while listening to what is in mine...guarantee me friendship minimum...with the possibility of love maximum... and I promise I will fuck you. But it will be one with meaning...one to comfort in the days ahead, as I wake up to find your beautiful form snuggled into mine come morning. Yes...I will melt when your fingers knead my shoulder blades...hands running through my hair...rubbing my neck. Your smoky glances will tighten the fit in my crotch...I do not deny this...but I can't have you. Despite myself...I can't tear off your clothes...burying myself like a newborn in your breasts...then dive merman deep. I can't bend you over...to sensationally slam you for hours...screaming each other's name...our bodies wriggling into pretzel, perfect...resting...repeating, our second round before you leave to cloud 9, Holla
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About the Book
Basically time and place inspired the small pieces that made up this book into; This Black-ideology, Black Child, Without Sonnet, Cultivating palatable soils, Phenomena, Until the End, A secret told to 1 is all and His fables. Call this book blind poetry, for the poet has never went into depths of learning literature in its pure sense but dear thanks to being colonized by Britain the vocabulary intertwined with my mother tongue has not forfeited this anthology. In goodwill for high education in Africa, poetry enthusiast and scholars shall reap This Black-ideology to use it in motivating their own style of writing poetry and teaching. Unlike wise this book is not about sonnet-ical love poems, perhaps some of the pieces might be musical; the melody will be articulated by the artist not the poet at the point of writing. All intent to produce This Black-ideology was an utterly original endeavour, one pursued from beginning of my time to write and utter. This Black-ideology is art in its own form of creativeness and cannot be judged in-comparison to other poet’s works. It ranks itself to the level of the readers understanding about poetry to digest its simplicity with reason. Otherwise scepticism should be cleared by this synopsis about the book and its title being This Black-ideology (Poetry).
About the Author
Sternly K Simon was born in Francistown where he grew up to become a poetry enthusiast writer. He moved to Malaysia in 2006 to further his studies in Information and Technology at Multimedia University, Melaka. In 2010 he went for his industrial training in Japan, Tokyo working for IBM Research. He is member Taking IT Global and few other I.T NGOs, including open source software development community. Also he is aspiring to become a information technology entrepreneur. Sternly became a Muslim in 2009 in Malaysia and he is also registered convert known as Abdul Rashad K.Simon in Malaysia. His poetry work has appeared in his personal blog for more than 5years, and other site respectively. Currently he resides in South Korea pursing to further his writing and education dream in Computer Science Masters Degree in Electronic Engineering.