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     Edify First Time Poster Username: Edify Post Number: 1 Registered: 03-2005 Rating: |
CALLING ALL POETRY LOVERS! I have just published a twenty year labor of love titled, "HEY, BIG LEGS AND OTHER POEMS BY LERNA O. BROWN. The book is currently only available through the publisher, Authorhouse. In approximately 35 days it can be ordered through Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, Walden Books, etc. I have posted many poems from the book on this site, and received many positive responses. The softcover book sells for $11.95. I've included a few samples. My e-mail address is in the book and I'd really like to hear from those of you who choose to take a chance on me. Thanks, L. O. Brown Truth I want the truth. The whole truth. Not your spin doctor sound bite version of the truth, but the real deal, honest to God, Baptist preacher on Easter Sunday morning truth. The kind of truth you only tell your mama, because she’s psychic, and it’s a waste of time trying to tell her anything else anyway. Okay, let’s have it. I’m a big girl. I can take it. I won’t cry. I want the truth. The whole truth. Did you eat the last damn slice of pizza? You’ve Been Warned I’m not feeling all warm and fuzzy today, so don’t get in my way. Don’t ask for any favors, or money you won’t repay. I’m not PMSing, or having a hot flash, my inner bitch just needs some exercise, so spare me your tired trash. Don’t look at me like I’m crazy, or check the size of the moon. Just keep right on walking. Sing someone in a better mood your stale, sorry tune. Maybe it’s the change of season, or the potato salad and sausage that I ate. Whatever the rhyme or reason, it’s not open for debate. I’m not feeling all warm and fuzzy today, so don’t get in my way. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m in no mood to play. Let Us Pray Mercy! Mercy! Father help your child! I think I’m in love again. He’s talking trash. I’m falling fast. And you know how I am. I leap before I look, and read the cover not the book. Mercy! Mercy! Father help your child! He’s turning on the charm, and using clever lines. Will one slow dance do any harm? My, my, my this man is fine. Mercy! Mercy! Father help your child! Standing at my door hot as July, and it’s December. He says this could be a night we’ll both remember. Mercy! Mercy! Father help your child! I think I’m in love again. He’s talking trash. I’m falling fast. And you know how I am. Mercy! Mercy! Father help your child! Until the Morning Comes Don’t move! Nor even slightly stir. We must not lose the magic of this moment, to the doubts and demons of the past. Let there be no clamoring world beyond the door. No saboteurs who would destroy us for their pleasure. Only the reality that is now. Only us. Ever so sweetly, so gently, continue to breathe upon my shoulder. As we both remember magic, until the morning comes. until the morning comes. Seduction Take your time. Take your time. Patience is a virtue. Take your time, seduce my mind, and the rest will surely follow. I need cerebral stimulation to complete the physical equation. I’m funny that way. I want to know there’s a mind in the body next to mine. Flood me with powerful words full of truth and wisdom and humor. Your throbbing prowess held in check. Wrap me. Clothe me. Cover me in your ever expanding intellect. Paint vivid, moving pictures with your skilled orator’s tongue. Take me to the pinnacle, then pull back, slowly, not too far. Take your time. Take your time. Patience is a virtue. Articulate. Enunciate. Edify. Satisfy. Take your time. Take your time. Seduce my mind. Seduce my mind. Hallelujah! Baby! Sweetie! Honey Child! Where’ve you been all my life? A few more nights like last night and I won’t know how to act. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Somebody Say Amen! You put the “H” in Hot and the “C” in Climbing the walls. I just put you on speed dial, baby, for those urgent booty calls. I’m gonna throw away my Prozac the scotch and the gin, with you around from time to time I won’t need my shrink again. Baby! Sweetie! Honey Child! Where’ve you been all my life? A few more nights like last night and I won’t know how to act. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Somebody Say Amen! |
