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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Infiltrated

( ENIGMATIC MAHOGANY )

Discarded
Thrown away
Hurt
Damaged Goods
Words describing my heart for so very long
After all that I had experienced love was not a part of the equation
Just me and my babies no additions wanted
Heart walls built as high as the heaven's sky
That was until the day you knocked upon my door
And God placed the blessing of no other upon me
All I had to do was say yes
I couldn't deny
I could not turn away
From this thing so real
As I continued to try to close myself out
And say this could not be happening for me
You continued
God continued to allow oxygen to be breathed into this thing so real
My heart became infiltrated
The pain
The sorrow
The disappointments
Were all encountered
So that I would know for sure what you were
A man of heart, valor, an Ephesians 5 man
See,
we speak the same language of love
Its words of affirmation that keep us flowing
When you speak
My whole face lights up
Any ill feeling withers away
With you
I breathe
I inhale
I exhale
A calmness comes upon me
I know this thing here caught us by surprise
With each of our tales of pain
Someone else,
Emotions revealed,
Feelings beyond our control
Unexplainable to man
Destined by God
You question where do they make me?
He made me from your rib
I often times question How Did You Get Here
But see I know the answer
God delivered you to me
Special delivery
Don't worry
For I know you shall be handled with care
Hurting you is like hurting myself
With you
You elaborate upon my worth
We complement each other so well
I am your ying
You are my yang
We are equally yolked
Let me be your purple rain
As we celebrate the month of love
I gift to you my heart
I gift to you words of affirmation
Words like I appreciate you
I gift to you quality time
Although our timing has been short
With each passing day I intend to spend with you
I gift to you acts of service
I can't wait to make your dinner
I gift to you physical touch
Praying while holding hands
Thanking the master for this wonderful gift
I gift to you every language of love
Could it be that you are my soul mate?
My unconditional love
You came and made my life new
Took so long to find you
It's in the air
Come and take me there
I waited all day contemplating
Going crazy
Fear is gone now that you got me
We are so in tune
Let's write a musical
Every now and then someone comes along that you don't expect to love
Who can turn your world around
I'm no longer the woman that I used to be
Look at what you did to me
All the stress and pain that I used to feel has gone away
I pray this thing will last the test of time until my dying day
See I am no longer intimidated
For my heart you have infiltrated


( OXIGEN )

In a short time I was forced to reconsider what I know I said
Never again love don't live here just a vacancy
Why waste time when I know I make myself happier than they do I'll be alone instead
Especially when decisions I've made were done impatiently
Heart stepped on so much you can still see traces of the last footprints
Places I used to go with them are forgotten back I haven't looked since
Good friends telling me I'll find love again for me it seemed impossible
Until I felt insight from Gods eyes watching me while they were watching you
Conversation awaking emotions that died and had a burial
I know cause I was there saw my heart in the obituary
Now my heart acquiring feelings for a woman that I barely knew
Jumping leaps and bounds over the woman I had my kid with and Picked to marry
Enigmatic expressions cause they were hard to figure out
How someone could infiltrate walls harder than brinx protection
Told my heart it wasn't getting out & it chose a different route
Connection had me inspired like a gospel choirs a & b selection
Blown away by all your hard work and dedication
When my head pounds from the stress a word from you is medication
So on this day cupids arrow did more than just Pierce the skin
It made sure that what was buried for so long would never disappear again
 

My Praise

Almost 30 years God has blessed me with air
Through those there have been trials and triumphs
A tear falls from my eyes
Not a reflection of weakness
But instead of my strength to keep going
To keep pressing on despite the naysayers
I played with the cards I was given
Easy, I never thought life would be
Quite the contrary a whirlwind of experiences
I have had my good days
I have had my bad days 
But in spite of
Praise is what I do
A product of a single mother
Has taught me the strength of a woman
The never-ending love and compassion
Our days were not always sunny but a victim we never were
The source of misplaced frustration
Increased my determination
To ensure no replication
Due to your absence
I will never fault you for you checking out on your position
For in that time I had to reach out to my heavenly father
Who would never leave nor forsake me
Whom I shall forever be thankful to for fathering me
And wrapping me in your arms
I thank you for molding and building a God fearing woman
That has a story to tell
For man once was my fear......but this day I say no more
Now my past is not where the story ends
For I overcame and became a light to young women near and far 
Who thought all hope was gone
I became a part of a ministry that allowed me to be me
Not fearing the strange stares and nonacceptance
A wreck I came to experience
Like a flash I thought my life was gone
But then God stepped on in and responded
"My Child I Am Not Done Yet"
It is not until you understand my story
That you can truly understand my praise
Continuously praying 
Forever grateful
Accepting of the path you have set for me
Some may get a little lost in this piece
But once again this is my praise
For Praise Is What I Do


Never To Be Silenced

Enslaved…………Demoralized…………..Ridiculed
For being self
A fight a battle many have fought along the path to perfect justice
Not having a place to sit
Being pushed to the back of the bus
Separated by not only gender but color too
Not being evaluated by one’s own merit
But color seemed to be the only pre-requisite
As the days passed we attempted to become the accepting factor
But you can look at the curvature of my waist
The kink in my hair
The mahogany of my tone
And know that I am fine being naturally me
See I stand on the shoulders of those that have went before me
Motivated and inspired by the likes of MLK
Not afraid to speak of the injustices placed forth
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. 
Spoken by none other than MLK
With that I vow to never be silenced
See that is why I lay my pen to this purity
For the only pure race is the human race
Segregation is the adultery of an illicit intercourse between injustice and immorality. 
Different and unique we all are
But the shade of my skin does not define my skill
It is for those naysayers that I continue to travel uphill
With the Lord as my father directing every path
I am bound to defeat the world’s wrath
Within my lifetime I have seen a black man take lead
President Obama promising to fulfill a good deed
Ridiculed and tested not only for works unapproved
But also questioned from the very beginning in reference to his roots
...And I've looked over, and I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land. So I'm happy tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. 
I mirror MLK’s sentiment, we are not there yet
But I know that We Shall Overcome and be moved from last to first
Matthew 20:16 ties it all together best
"So the last will be first, and the first will be last." 

_Enigma (01/15/2012)


Pen'D Poem: August 18-24

Fluffy
Big Girl
Fat
Big Boneded
See that's what them skinny girls used to call me
But see when I look in the mirror
I see a whole different genre
Voluptuous
Curvacious
Beauty
A diva from the top of my head to the soles of my feet
The smile upon my face
Shouts there is no wasted space
Growing up seeing the models on the TV screen
I always wondered could it be me
As the world shouted no
My inner core proclaimed the victory
Did you not get the memo
Size 4, 5 and 6 is now out of season
For a real man is looking for more to love
And I know I fit that requirement
See that size 16
Speaks volumes
For your big, the world's big, my big is beautiful
It is on this day I represent Alabama's version of a Manhattan Diva
D-Determined to beat all odds
Being happy in the body God gave me
Loving every bit of me
I- Inferior to none
Superior at best
Super-sized and all
V-Victorious as I stand
Head held high
Overcoming every obstacle and every naysayer
A- Abandoned by first sight
Now seen by many
My beauty is never-ending
Starting with the mahogany of my tone
To the kink in my hair
The fullness of my lips
My pleasantly plump bosom
The broadness of my hips
And we can't forget the junk in my trunk
But see that is not where my credentials end
For we my beautiful big sisters
Are
 Courageous
Loving
Addictive
Skillful
Sacred
Yours Truly
A Beautiful,Classy, Voluptuous Diva
That's You
That's Me
Enigmatic Mahogany
Enigmatic Mahogany

Habit

HABIT

Out of habit,
I open the door
of memory
in the old bag are roads.


Visitations, countlessness,
carefully packed
and sorted.


Out of habit,
I unlock the door of north
I walk with light steps,
lighting lanterns,
wick of a thousand centuries.


 

Broken

Broken...?

Some people see
age as a delay or
a defeat / depending
on your stage either
your fresh or close
enough for death to
reach

Inspiration has
no interest in obtaining
dates of when your gift
of life was received / so
why would it matter
when the desire to
grasp your dreams
was conceived

I'm determined
to proceed absent care
of the support beneath
my feet / if where your
going fuels your drive
a crumbling surface
cannot leach your
reach

What is broken?

it's a lesson when
learned your granted
knowledge which disables
that disconnection to repeat /
reoccurring obstacles lose
their influence on the thought
of the route to your goal being
to steep

What is broken?

The push you
receive when facing
defeat / are you willing
to walk absent the connect
of your feet? / as long as
my heart is content with
it's beat the direction of
my step success will forever
lead

Broken.....?

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