Fire and Water written by J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey

J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey Fire and Water
Two lifelong poets, sisters, and best friends have fused together to bring you a variety of poems designed to melt the heart and inspire the soul. Separated for a time and coming back together stronger than ever they proudly present, "Fire and Water." The poems touch upon the earthly and otherworldly cares, delving into the complexities of the soul through the various trials faced through love, heartache, and everything in between. Join them on their journey through the dark and into the light. Travel with them through the gauntlet of poetic life with its obstacles at every turn. Each challenge they faced, however, paved the way for them to step forward with fierce determination and ever present love. Their poetry is mostly free-verse, but touch upon various forms such as the Kyrielle, Harrishma Rhyme, the Italian Sonnet, Etheree, and Twin Etheree.
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Pen'D Poem: July 14 - 20

Bigham's Galaxy

What she shared was authentic, real and bold in the most tender way.
Laughter and prayer,
Poetry and Him,
Him reading his sacred poetry to her...
Exclusively, birthed an essence of celestial moments only a
Grown woman could appreciate.
Vunerable in the effervescence of hope...
Seventeen years older,
His snippets of charm were symmetric to mini pebbles thrown for entincement;
Ripples of his brilliance stirred her heart's chambers, to take a chance...on...
Free falling, only she realized,
AFTER his demise, neither her friendship nor genuineness were valued.
She had sky dived~
Wisdom taught her first hand, that the
Player's game is not for the pure, but for the
EMPTY souls.

Written By: J. Silva Poetica Gibson
© Copyright 2013

A father's love

A fathers love...

Is rich, equipped
with the stick found
beneath a slug..

My love for
her sticks around
like the stains from
that moving bug, I'd
mail her my arms if
she desired her fathers
hug distance can't defeat
the reach or the keep in
a fathers love

Some may not
agree due to some
acting cowardly...
his ability to plant
a seed doesn't portray
a fathers means..
my apologies to those
who's father never
plagued their scene
I'm glad mine wasn't
around they say we
learn from what was

I've witnessed
a mothers pain
when it came to
the parenting struggle
so my involvement in
her life thanks to my
dad has been doubled..
the Responsibilities of a "man"
should never call for a huddle
it's not a pretty sight to see
a woman live within a bubble

The bond between
me and her mom
gradually became
unlinked.... A break
which broke our time
now I'm scheduled
for twice a week

A fathers love...

Is your will
to compete even
after faced with defeat,
it's the blood that roams
your veins as your mind
demands your heart to
beat, it's the joy in
your soul once the weight
of stress is finally free,
a fathers love is beyond
unique us men must strive
to make its presence routine

A father's love

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Sound of Silence

~ Sound Of Silence ~

I hear the flowers bursting open in the fresh morning dew. I hear the colors fly thru da air. I hear the eyes of a newborn baby openin their eyes for the first time. I hear the lighting crashin. I hear the wind whisper carry your name gracefully through my presence. I hear my tears scream for you when your away. I hear the sunrise and the sunset I hear my footsteps as I walk into my world. I hear my scars healing. I hear the trees emerge from the ground. I hear my mind expand and excepting more wisdom. I hear the stars as they shine lighting up the sky. I hear my demons stomping out my life. I hear the leaves change from green to golden yellow to deep brown. I hear my body scream passion from the pure intimacy shared. I hear bliss the fills my life. I hear the rain as it falls from the clouds. I hear my soul rejoice in paradise. I hear my eyes talk telling me of the beauty round me. I hear my faith grow stronger. I hear love or is it death I hear ?

Read and Write

As an Author we still read and write
This is supporting all of our art
No one should be viewed bigger than another
Just embrace the variety of words
Displayed on each page
Shared from imagination
Shared from circumstances
Shared from life once lived
And if its any good
Shared with all of you
This is all a work in progress
Authors Coming together with Readers
Sharing the joy of words!!
©2013 Cindy Smith-Jordan

The foundation

The foundation

soil means to growth
what oxygen means
to breathe, but soil
is to dirt what
the wind is to
a breeze

That shouldn't mean
it's precious means should
reside beneath your feet...
it's importance lives beyond
a woman strengths are unique

Never mind it's
consistency with
living below like
concrete... Growth
is directed upward so
most beginnings are
assembled beneath

We've all admired
the beauty and strengths
of a full grown tree... Absent
knowledge you'd never think
that was the future of a tiny

god granted man
the ability to plant
that seed but without
that soils nourishment
that gift granted has no

To our women
you must understand
the power that lives
within your vaginal
scene.... Not a door
bringing to life our
wettest dreams but
the key to why life
proceeds... With
just one of you
civilization has earned
it's means so why would
you ever accept the treatment
of a substance that's easily
removed when ones body
is cleaned

The foundation

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False accusations

False accusations

where I'm from....

they say violence
is the key for he
who demands to
be respected.... A
lie which trained
my brother to believe
a life of crime is what's

proper guidance
kept me straight
that routine path
I easily rejected
the way you live
shouldn't be determined
by where your from nor
your complexion

Raised in the
wilderness an environment
that requires sharpened
teeth, in heated moments
your thought process must
mimic the race of a competitors
heart when facing defeat....
your quick must double the
pace of a preys feet after being
pronounced something to eat...
yes your awareness should
be animal like but actions should
portray a human being


I've been blessed
with guardians
who made sure I'd
never need the streets

taught how to survive.....

by all the death surrounding
me, to this day crime has
never been a state my mind
was forced to greet yet respects
evil twin since I've been grown
I'm yet to meet

To me, you earn
respect by owning
the man your mirror
claims live above your
feet... Disrespect doesn't
know my name because
it's been the same since I've
learned to breathe

False accusations

© 2013 viewtifulink

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