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Where:  The Virtual Book Launch of our new book release Mirrored Images. 

Date: 7/25/21-Sunday

Time: 4:00 p.m.-6:00 p.m. CST Zone

Genre: Poetry

Theme:  Southern Juke Joint Blues

Invite posted on Facebook Events Page

Zoom Meeting Invite posted on Author Page:

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The Fall of Superman

I'm sitting here,

     completely dumbfounded,

trying to figure out

     when,

          how

and where exactly you

     fell from the Superman

universe I placed you in.

I’m so disappointed.

     It’s disheartening having

your illusions of perfection

     destroyed.

When all the smoke clears

     and the fog of love

has worn off, you’re left

     there nursing

a Heather Headley song;

     I wished I wasn't in love

with you so you couldn’t

     hurt me. It just ain’t fair

the way you treat me…

     Standing here angry at myself

for ever having believed that

     Superman really existed at all.

                                 cjj ©

          Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson

    https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737046601

The Emptiness of Two

The possibility of what our love could be...

               

                  “The Emptiness of Two”

If I walked up to you

and introduced myself,

would you smile and say,

“Pleased to meet you”?

Would you look into my eyes

and tell me your name?

If I told you, “I’ve been wanting to meet you,”

would you put your hands inside your pockets, shift your feet

and shyly say, “Me too”?

Would we exchange numbers, spend hours on the phone

trading secrets, and taking mental notes?

Would we make plans to see one another again?

Coffee?

Dinner?

Lunch in the park?

Would we be self-conscious of our own movement,

while breathlessly drinking in the other’s?

Would this be the beginning of us

and the end of you and I?

Would you be able to find a place for me

as I opened my heart to you?

Would I say, “Yes,”

then you say, “I do”?

Would we then come together as one

from this long, lonely, emptiness of two?

                                 ldw ©

          Poem Written By: Lyris D. Wallace

    https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737046601

Our Generations Next Ruth and Boaz

The world is taught to

     fear and hate you.

          I am floored by your

majestic essence.

     You are beautiful, and

          I can't help but love

               you.

I think about your strength.

     I draw in a deep breath

          as I admire the

audacity of your swag.

     Watching you walk and

          taking in your presence

               is like seeing an awe-

inspiring work of art.

     There's nothing like

          beholding the beauty of

               Black men wherever it

is you dare to go.

     Yes, I said beautiful.

          That is what you are.

               No question about your

magnetic presence. You

     draw me in, and that is

          without ever speaking

               one word.

When you finally speak,

     it's as comforting as a

          flowing river listening

               to you espouse God’s

knowledge of King Solomon's

          Proverbs.

               You are beautiful, 

                    Black man.

The way you speak and think.

     I want to get close to

          you, as close as I can

               possibly get.

Teach me the ways of

     God as we build our

          impenetrable forever

               foundation.

I look at you and know

     you are a gift from God.

          I'm your rib, and you

               are the other half of

my soul.

     You, Black man, were

          designed to be a

               restorer of life, one of

Jehovah's royal priests.

     I think it's time for us to

          set our place in spiritual

and biblical history. 

     Maybe we could be

               our generation's

    next

Ruth and Boaz.

               The story continues...

  cjj ©

   Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson    https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737046601