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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Hold Applause, No Applause [Mature Readers]

Hold Your Applause Now
I'm Ready To See Now
I'm Ready To Speak Now
I'm Ready To Be Now

Please Hold Your Applause
I'm Ready To Speak Now
Can You Believe...
...Now?

My Mind Speaks Volumes
I Speak For Myself.
My Heart Tells Stories
I've Kept Within
Who I am...
Is Here.
Hold Your Applause

Killing A Spirit
Slowly Dying In Shame
From Outside World,
From Outside Pain.
No Applause?

Stepping On The Surface
Of This Fragile Glass...
Treading Softly 
But I'm Still Falling Fast.
Black Alice 
Going Down The Hole.
Where She Lands
No One Cares, OR Knows

Do You Care?
Will You Care?
Is This Too Much To Spare?
F88k Your D8mn Applause.
I'm Fighting For a Higher Cause.

Holding Your Applause?
Why Do I Care...
You Never Praised Me.
Nor Ever Cared.
I'm Talking About You
YOU
You
And You...
With Your F88king Judgements...
Your Wretched Black Heart..
I'm READY TO BE Now!

Surrounded By Silence.
Blank.
Staring At The Wall.
Blank.
Crashing Inside.
Blank.
Where Do I Feel...
There Is No Place.
Darkness I Tread.
But Cannot Sustain Much Longer.
The Light Calls Me.
And Tells Me To Breathe Stronger.

Don't Praise Me Now
I'm Pulling Myself Up.
But You Keep Knocking Me Down.
My Smiles Are Frowns
B8tch That I Am...
What Lies Beneath...
I'm Not Allowed To Be Happy.
To Be Free & To Speak.
Held Down By Your Control.
I've Learned To Abide
Cut My Soul Into Pieces
But I Remain 
With Some Pride.

Wrong Or Right.
I Have No Sight.
I'm Not As Good As You.
Scared Of Your Bite.
Pick Myself Up...
Pull Me UP.
When You Throw Me Down
Ignore.
Degrade.
Ridicule.
For Your Love Of Me.
Damn Your Sickness.
F&ck Your Love...
Tis' Not Love But Evil.

Surrounded By Silence.
Blank.
Staring At The Wall.
Blank.
Crashing Inside.
Blank.
Where Do I Feel...
There Is No Place.
Darkness I Tread.
But Cannot Sustain Much Longer.
The Light Calls Me.
And Tells Me To Breathe Stronger.

Holding Your Applause?
Why Do I Care...
You Never Praised Me.
Nor Ever Cared.
I'm Talking About You
YOU
You
And You...
With Your F8cking Judgements...
Your Wretched Black Heart..
I'm READY TO BE Now!

Do You Care?
Will You Care?
Is This Too Much To Spare?
F8ck Your D8mn Applause.
I'm Fighting For a Higher Cause.

My Mind Speaks Volumes
I Speak For Myself.
My Heart Tells Stories
I've Kept Within
Who I am...
Is Here.
Hold Your Applause

Hold Your Applause Now
I'm Ready To See Now
I'm Ready To Speak Now
I'm Ready To Be Now...

Please Applause...

What? No Standing Ovation? 
Not Surprised.
 
 


Pen'D Poem: September 15 - 21

The unspoken truth.

There are stairs in life we must climb.
Some are afraid to go forward some are left behind.
Do not walk.
 Run, for life is too short.
Learn all you can and go forward.
Do not be mislead, cause tomorrow may be too late.
listen, learn, prosper, achieve.
Be determined, get what you need.

Wanda Meka Williams.

Wanda Meka Williams

What's dead shouldn't bleed

What's dead shouldn't bleed


A lot of my work isn't from
personal experiences. Some
I've experienced through others some
close some far: family , friends , news
movies etc.... And sometimes it is
personal but with my style of writing
it's very hard for the reader to identify
which is which. This piece is very personal

I am me because
of what her childhood
forced her to see / family,
before her children you couldn't
spot a branch on that damaged
tree/ if you did it was broken
absent the nutrients to sprout
a leaf like when it rained the
soil beneath purposely rejected
the food it was given to eat

Jail, group homes, and
shelters these places so
unfamiliar to me but my
mom once called them home
she lacked the guidance that
all children need / grandma
was a addict heroin weakened
her motherly reach / her
best friend an alcoholic
she took full custody /
her addiction convinced
her my mother was the enemy
every time she drank she revealed
a new method for my mom
to bleed / her brother blood
related was far from brotherly
not once but two times my uncle
forced himself inside her space
where only a significant other
should be

My mother is
inspiration for
"breathe" to do
it's deeds because
her will to survive
exceeds the beast
in deaths need to
feed it's greed

Four siblings
a total of five
with the addition
of me / that intermission
after two the doctors
sworn would exceed
the definition of
brief / an attempted
suicide supposedly
stole her gift to conceive
but God said people please
and enhanced her chances
by three

after that attempt
to give back her gift
of life she tried again
and again her arms
too familiar with the
sharp of a knife / depressed
from a haunted past that
told her it'll be better to
live with Christ but he
never sent that request
so he made sure she
continued to fight

Today things are
much better then
yesterday the past
is long gone but
on occasion it shows
it's face / family! That
tree so much stronger now
  I'd say and together
we make sure that the
past knows its place

What's dead shouldn't bleed

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