Black History; Nubian Queen!

Since the dawn of time, whenever a Nubian queen, needed to address an unmanageable situation. She would set out on a quest, to the salon. The place, formally called; “the hairdresser.” To beautify, enhance her natural glow. The deNial, why would anyone; when her beauty, flows like a river. While there, she would surely become enlightened, with the latest news. For some, the wether or not, even if you didn’t ask for it. Forecasted, the possible hot tempered, or the possibility of the cold shoulder. What happens in the salon, would mostly be broadcasted… outside. My Nubian beauty, never felt the need to engage. Her heart, chose the path of virtuous. She would sit, on her rightful throne, with stylish fashion, make her intent known. Some queens, made the dialogue be, about establishing dominance. She, focused on the productive, what wasn’t toxic, to her crown. Sometimes, the beautify encounter seemed, like a sparring match; the bob, and the weave. You bear it, and grin, trying to keep the peace. The subjugation, reigning wayward thoughts!

Even though, weaving seems like a grudge match? Love, not about the upper hand. Loosening the grip, on love extended, eases the tension. To let your heart get tangled, up in a not so subtle exchange. The hairdresser, a name rarely used these days. The new title, is more stylish, sophisticated; “as a salon, and spa.” Where you go, to get your hair did, your nails did, your feet did, your face… did I mention? True beauty, resonates from within. A Nubian queen, have that “je ne sais quoi. (a quality, that can’t be easily described). Natural beauty, it’s a real ting; dem ah fi tek you serious. (they have to take you seriously) For, every beautified soul, showcases your presence, as royalty. A heart, looking so fly, like a graceful butterfly. Knowing, how to withstand pressure. Makes the resolve, a fabulous measure. Making you, wanting to grab your rag and wave, jamdown style. Caribbean queen, don’t ever throw in the towel. When you get home, love will be… forever. Though, life makes you feel, like you’re losing the fight, and your mind, with every tug on the heartstrings. Nubian, pray for strength, and you will, surely endure to the end(s)!

Nubian, “And after you, have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.” 1 Peter 5:10 ESV

This piece, for all the black women. Who had to endure, every beautifying encounter, for love, and with grace. I originally, wrote this as a draft in 2015, not sure if I would post it. I was inspired to share it, by a piece I read about black hair. And so, I rewrote it, for black history month. My Nubian and I, have been married for 34 years, this May. Seeing her, go through the long sessions, and the process involved. Makes me appreciate, what women go through. Even though, this is tongue and cheek, and though some may not get the humor, or have never been through the experience. I wanted to honor, all the Nubian queens. For what they do to look their best, for themselves, and the ones they love!

WCR

A Storybook; The Hot Dog!

Girl, I remember; when your love stepped to me. You were in my vision, you picked my line… of sight. I’m sure, you must have liked, what saw… on the menu? I was sensing you, but you weren’t hearing me. You needed to, and I needed you; to tell it to my heart. But instead, you spoke to my ego. Why, are you upfront? Guys, are usually in the back, checking their temperature. Yeah, she said it, and did I it. Relished the opportunity, for the Hot Dog challenge. Oh, it was on. She got me cheesed, and wanted to take a bite. I loving said; “whatever the girls can do, I can do.” She, rolled her eyes, and my heart, had a role to play; not get my back up. I could see, she must have thought, I was a winner. Well, maybe, perhaps; she thought it. This Hot dog, a real wiener. Yeah, she stepped to me, and I stepped in it. My heart, not letting the love Ketch-up, to my brain. To alleviate, putting my foot in it. So, I checked it; my posture, my attitude. My heart, she may have stolen it. But, I played it cool, and showed her love. I wasn’t, about to let the moment. Become a pickle, in a jar of clay!

This Hot dog, took a stand. Yeah, I was feeling it, the heat. But, with a loving gaze, just smiled. And said, can I have your heart; I mean, your order… boo. And serve it up, with a smile. What-ever, just give me a small fry, guy. I was tempted, but didn’t up sell. Instead, gave it to her, my heart; in my daydream. She paid, left my mind, but not my heart. Afterwards, it dawned on my heart. One plus one, you and me. First impression, less than super fly, in my hat and all. She, probably didn’t remember, a certified hot dog. Her grade, must have been an “A”. Coming in, she certainly didn’t know. McDonalds, had a hot dog… on the menu? Her love, was the vision, in my dreams. Then it happened, a month or so later. She walked, back into my heart, she couldn’t stay away. She got hired, and we lived happily ever after. The end! Well, not quite. First, I had to win, her heart. My hotdogging, wasn’t a nothing burger. Love, there’s no secret to it. Build the layers, and add in substance. How, two hearts, stay in love. Everyday, say can my love, serve you? Thirty five years later, the order of the day. Her love, my heart, together forever. With every visit, in our daily encounter. There will never be, any false advertising. Just true love, for a lifetime!

A Memoir, of a storybook encounter. Dear, memoir. This entry, about the encounter, at my hot dog stand. It was, the summer of 86. When, her heart levanted, into Mickey D’s. She was looking, but not expecting. That a hot dog, would be on the menu. She was fly, and so was I. A well dressed, Big Mac… daddy, for our future kids. She stepped to me, with her sassy smile. It registered, with my heart. I returned a smile, and said to her; welcome, to my heart. Her love, and my heart. We hit it off, from the jump. Profound ooks were exchanged, with some back and forth. Her love, was dancing with my heart. She rolled her eyes, she surely much have thought? Oh boy, isn’t he something. Yeah, sweet and sour, that was the flavor flave. But, my kind of sweet talking; it needed work. Yeah, but tongue and cheek, it enhances a delightful encounter. A tasteful love, becomes deeper, lasting, with a bit of humorous expressions. Through the years, nostalgic memories. Remnants, of a hot dog stand… off. My heart, will never leave her hungry, for love. Just frank, further to the point. Let our hearts, be exposed, for the world to see!

I hope, you all enjoyed this storybook. A true story, of what happened. When my wife and I, first met. I was working at McDonald’s, when she came into my line. Back then, the guys worked in kitchen, and the the ladies worked up front, except for me. She questioned me, the back and forth. She rolled her eyes, left the restaurant with her order. A month or so later, she got hired. She said, I was arrogant, and wanted nothing to do with me. Thirty five years later, the storybook is not romance. But in love, for a lifetime!

WCR

Fun Friday; Things!

Loneliness, and heartache, it’s a real ting. Sometimes, the phone doesn’t ring. Leaving you to go, through the warm summer days wondering. Will the bee string, will the dogs bite? Will another lockdown, leave you feeling sad? Just, simply remember your favorite things. And the perspective, won’t be so bad. The raindrops on roses, the ticklish whiskers on kittens. Let’s your soul, beat the humdrum. Make some tea, in your bright copper kettle. When the door rings, grab your favorite warm woolen mittens. Outside, your Amazon brown paper packages, tied up with string. For some, these are a few, of your favorite things. Like riding the merry go round, on your favorite cream colored ponies. With a tasty, crisp apple strudels. Soon, winter will be here. With more door bells, and sleigh bells. A time, to make some schnitzel with noodles. But first, let your heart bask in the colorful, the autumn hue!

September, oh October. Your dazzling display, captures the imagination. The crimson muse, radiant with the colors of love. The breadth, makes the soul soar. Your heart having wings, like wild geese, flying with the moon on their wings. These, a few of life’s favorite things. Girls in white dresses, tied with blue satin sashes. Daydreaming, of all the snowflakes, that stay on the nose, and eyelashes. The silver white winters, they melt into spring. The season has changed, part of your favorite things. A well dressed up status, just a cling, accessorized with bling. But, it won’t benefit the heart, it’s a fleeting thing. Instead, let your heart be captivated, with a heartfelt love. What a joy it would bring, to have your honeybun. Your sugar and tea, double, double. The love better, better; with flavor, flavor. To help, take away the sting, and make the heart sing. When, the dog bites, if the bee stings. Your soul, remembering one thing. Let your heart love, and dance. The hills are alive, with the sound of music!

WCR

Fun Friday; My Main Squeeze!

Love, tell it to my heart. How long has it been, since you’ve had a squeeze; that took the breath? Probably too long, say goodbye, to yesterday. Love in action, indeed; never just words. Love, what will tangibly be; not just refreshing, but a lasting fragrance. There you are, and here my heart goes again. Make this love, more than just a feeling. Every morning, I rub the sleep, from the crevices of my heart. I won’t allow anything, to obstruct the view. I need, the sweet taste of love, to be another daydream. My, my, my; good morning sunshine. Your love, a sight for sore eyes. My heart woke up, with this in my soul; you’ve got to, kiss an angel good morning. My main squeeze, every day. I’m going to squeeze you right, hold the breadth tight. Let every bit of the love, seep into the depth of the day. My hope, hearts don’t get it twisted. A watered down love, could never be as sweet, yet to become truly refreshing. You have to toast the day, let the love within turn, over easy. To feel the true taste of love, there needs to be a yearning. Don’t just feel it, you have to know it. What truly makes love, tasteful. Passion is a fruit, desire the essence. Squeeze out every ounce, even the smallest drips, should never go to waste. Make love be about freshly, not about fleshly!

Though the mind may stray, let the heart lead the way, so the love can sway. Press in, and the love will flow. Don’t be swayed, to not let the cup overflow. Cast your gaze, towards your buttercup. True love in bloom, becomes a gentle flower. Love, on the tip of your lips. May be, just love on the brain. The heart not knowing the moment, it reached depth of soul. In the warmth, of a summertime breeze. Before, you pour out your heart. Take the time, to stir up the love… sugar free. Deep love, meant to be stirred, never shaken… by a bitter taste. A breathless love, will produce its own natural sweetness. Make every moment, be a fresh encounter. Let the focus be, not state of mind, but the state of your heart, and soul; in love forever. There’s nothing like a fresh squeeze of love, to start the day. A daily kiss upon my soul, what gets my heart juiced. Knowing the kind of love, my soul gets to enjoy. The tasteful love, of a good woman, with the wings of an angel. A freshly squeezed, glass of orange juice. Could never replace, My Main Squeeze!

WCR

Fun Friday; My Delightful Treat!

Some people, have a favorite ice cream, a favorite pizza. My heart, likes the taste of my sweetest candy… girl. My sweet-heart, needs loving that’s better, than cookies… with cream. Wrapped up, in a royal twist; a sweet Nubian flavor. My honey, bee a natural. She’s my D.Q, my Darling Queen. The sunshiny love, that melts the heart. I would go bananas, if even death; made us split, love is forever. When the day, tries to steal the sweetness. No bitter feelings, touches my lips. The love, will forever touch my soul. The ticket, that takes our hearts, back on the love merry go; in our love playground. A spoon full of her sugar, makes the tough love medicine… go down. Every season, her love’s a crackling fire. Together, we keep the heart from lazing, and the love blazing. At times, the love is questioned. But, I will never give her a reason, to ever question my heart. A rose, by any other name. Would still be a heart, that rose every morning. To find the love, just as sweet. A heart and soul, loved by the maker, of all things delightful. The true breadth of love, will nibble methodically. Not around the edges, but be consumed to the depth. My buttercup, my chocolate love. Reached for my heart, to taste how sweet. Only to find out, baked with butter. The creator, made love to be… the greatest pleasure, with nothing missing. The deeper the love, the greater the enjoyment, and the expectation. So the soul, can savor the warmth, all the crimson delight. My eyes, could have on blinders. But, it wouldn’t make my heart, see it differently. The deepest love, becomes a vision. For what, eyes can never fathom. I don’t, indulge in bland love. For my heart, there would be no appeal. My desire, steeped within the greatest pleasure. A tasty love, that will affords your heart, such comfort. Food for the soul, that will replenish, a deeper need. A love to forever be, endless. My Delightful Treat. Created, from the true heart of love!

WCR

Fun Friday; The Love Playground!

Sweet Lady, you parked your love; unparalleled, at the center of my soul. Together we enter, into the gates of our forever, a real love playground. You, untied your heart, let loose your love. To let the tender moments, run wild and free, throughout my soul. The beauty, stunningly looking indeed. To take me by the heart, to intentionally touch my soul. Your love, whispers in my soul, talks to my heart, walks sweetly through my thoughts. Girl, no need to play games. Our hearts will grow old, love will be the muse. Forever will be the prize, laugher the amusement. Two hearts, frolicking through the sands of time. This life, the ride will surely be the rise, and fall; all the ups and downs. If your heart, ever gets scared? Don’t hesitate, to lay your head on my heart; your fears on my shoulders. My love, will be by your side. Your heart, I won’t let it go… alone, through the twist and turns. Hold tight to my words, until the emotional roller coaster, becomes just another faded feeling. Cotton candy girl, honey your sweet love. My, romantic stroll through your heart. To see if the roses are red, and if violets take the blues. For your sweetness, by any other name. Would still be, a time to indulge; in the sweetest moments. The reminiscing, the story of our life. Playing out, in our love playground!

So babe, for another thirty three years; let’s hop back on our favorite merry-go-round. Our lives revolving, the story of our love evolving. Around and around, that’s how our heart goes. When will the love stop, only heaven knows. Spoiler alert, there’s absolutely no chance. My heart, will ever get off this wonderful ride. A soul, will only know waves of glory. When the love, overtakes like a crimson tide. Love, doesn’t have to be giddy, to be lasting. But true, for it to be forever. Just, like a Ferris wheel. Let my heart, represent a higher love. The view breathtaking, a soul never wanting to take, eyes off your heart. Girl, the stars could fall from your eyes, and my heart, would still see how your love shines. My heart, will hang on to your love. As if, for my dearest life. A heart and soul, blown again and again. On, the ultimate love playground. Just, like a seesaw. When, love brings your heart up, sometimes; you don’t want to come down. The times when, the relationship becomes a rocky road; we make the taste like ice cream. Two scoops, shares better when it’s one heartbeat. How, about teeter-tottering together, for the remaining days. Being young at heart, just a state, never the debate. We don’t let fate, dictate how the love will play. Our hearts hanging out, on the Love Playground!

WCR

Fun Friday; When it Gets Twisted!

Sometimes, the day can make you do the Twist; sometimes the Shout. A heart, trying to keep a soul-full groove… on point. It’s not hard, to get it so twisted. The heart, the soul; crossing into the wrong genre. A soulful version, of what looks like the Two Step… away. The DJ, puts on the wrong track; a sad Country song. So, back, back; back and forth. A broken heart, the about face, and the about to be loosing it. A heart loaded for bear, to unload what burdens the chest? The becoming, a soul getting ready to display; what becomes of a pistoled off heart. The shoot em up dance, bang, bang. Shots fired, the shooting from the Hip, to the Hop… on the self righteous train. Toot, toot; your own horn. The likened sounds, to we live in a broken world. Here’s the Twist, it doesn’t matter. If you live in the wild Western Hemisphere, we all bleed the same. For a heart, to see through the right perspective. We should never get it Twisted. Thinking a soul can ever see clearly, trying to look at life; through a tainted heart. So many, love to replay a throwback. But, why should it always be; reliving a brand new Funk. You have to move past, to truly get past; what gets a heart so Twisted!

Indulge me, as I share with you this Twist; better yet, let’s call this the bliss. A heart that’s been there, done that. Young, and thinking you’re Hip. But, here’s the Tip; love’s a intimate slow dance. Every day, yes; you have to do the Hopping, the none Stopping. To always notice, my baby Doll; if the head starts Bopping. The marriage dance, it’s a balancing act. But, it doesn’t have to be; a heart walking a tightrope, with a soul Twisting in the wind. Sometimes, I surely get to admire; watch how her neck works. All while trying, not to get my heart Twisting. Seeing her brown eyes, and how they roll. But, that just a reminder; I have my own role to play, being a loving husband. Thirty two years, how long my heart has been in this cherished role. Act one, Seeing her two. Not about the Acting, but what becomes of my Actions. When we first met, I called her my candy girl. Then my honey, became my sweet lady. Let me tell you, every bottled up, tear comes out easily, with every Twist. To avoid a mind, blowing a cap; a heart busting out an ill advised wRap. Then the break down, dancing, the want to be free-styling. A soul Twisting, on what becomes a heart feeling… absolutely floored. A heart Twisted up, trying to figure out? How to make a clean break, from a riddled relationship?

WCR

Fun Friday; Kicking It!

Laid back, a soul trying to know the true breadth. Every day, a heart kicking it with You. Forever, going to rock it like this. Rock away, the funk; grooving within the loving embrace. It doesn’t matter, how well I know to rhyme; if the love doesn’t flow, every time. Any heart can keep a rhythm, but the soul needs to know the time. I’m going to walk it, the same way I talk it. The Walk, the Man; back in the 80’s, when this boy met the Man. I’m an 80’s teen, trying to be so fresh, and so clean clean… shaven. Glory bound, to heaven. I’m not ashamed, to forever kick it like this. For I will never Diss, living this Bliss. Rocking to love, means whenever you get a Diss; you let the come back be this. Words, that feels more like a loving Kiss. Get on the love train, This; please don’t let your heart Miss. Love, how I’m able to rock it like this. Bad vibes, will never ever be in this place; heart and soul. Kicking back, long gone are the days of 8-Tack. It can’t be summed up, with just having Swag; it will never be just an Hashtag. True love needs to be, where you forever plant your Flag. The right Vernacular, shows how love can be truly Spectacular!

True love, about keeping it real, no matter how you feel. Good vibes, showing the real deal; rhythmically in tune heartstrings. Every day, kick it like that. Tip the Hat, never let the love go Flat. Rat-ta-tat-tat, take it from this Serious Kat. There’s no topping, absolutely no stopping. The resounding beat of love, that keeps the head bopping. The soul rocking, the heart jumping. Love, not lived by the Hype; the love looking like a Type… O. Love is not lived Frantic, the love truly Authentic. Kick it like this; let the heart groove, to the good vibration. The love moved, by the sweet sensation. Rocking it, to the right rhythm; takes work, and time. Even though True, you can’t avoid the occasional singing the blues. Don’t dwell on negative thoughts, just the heartfelt positive vibes. Love, truly a distinctive feeling. Sensed true when, it’s not just about what you say; but what the actions can convey, and what becomes the sway. A good lasting vibe, about setting the right atmosphere. By turning down all the amped up emotions, to let the mood be a soothing time; hearts in twine. A heart kicking it, and the soul loving it. Love, the lyrical spoken rhyme; coming through this heart of mine. A heart Kicking it, a soul feeling so; Laid back!

WCR

Fun Friday; The Lollipop Tale!

Growing up as a child, I had a lot of “so called suckers,” come my way. I have to admit, I favored the Lollipop. We got close, eventually it just became Lolli, for short. Being an only child, I enjoyed our time together; that lasted into my teens. When it came to describing Lolli, sweet would be an understatement. I stuck with Lolli, because of all the sweet moments. The color of love, changing before your very eyes. I would like to dispel the notion, “that a sucker is born every minute.” I know for a fact, they’re made… sweet. Made sweet like Lolli, people are the ones; that label them a sucker. Like that of the heart of a child, I treated them with love, and truly savored the moment. I believe, that most people didn’t take the time to understand; that sucker have it hard. Suckers lived, from hand to mouth; knowing, tomorrow is never promised. It was never about a sugar rush, but slow and steady; the store was so far. Why I now know how, to walk a mile, or two!

Back in the 80’s, so many sucker… MC’s; tried to wRap, but they couldn’t live up to my expectations. For so many, the outside was a hard facade; but what revealed itself from the inside, showed the true color. As a child, you can learn a lot; from the simplest things. You can learn, the meaning of phrases like; that’s sweet, you’re sweet. Then when you grow up, you understand the true meaning; to many of life’s lessons, and what source truly gives everything; the truest layers of sweetness. For all the Lollipops in the world, my every child appreciate your worth. The life of a sucker, short lived, and I always felt so bad; for those poor suckers. Well, just for the minute, or two; it took me to appreciate the sweetest moment. So many suckers, tried to sway me; to be their one and only. But, truth be told; I only had eyes for my sweet Lollipop. Well, until a teenage boy met his forever. Gave his heart to a soulful New Edition, the sweetest Candy… Girl, and to this day still living… happily ever after!

Hope you all enjoyed, this lollipop tale; and got a takeaway. It’s tongue and cheeky, but there’s a moral of this story. We all have memorable moments in our life, a story to tell. We just need to see it, through the right perspective. Growing up, I spent a lot of time alone; within my own vivid imagination. My world, seen through the heart lens, of an introverted prism. Life is short, and even though it doesn’t turn out the way we would have hoped? We need to live it with no regrets, make the best of every choice. The good, and the bad; what brings our hearts, to a predestined destination. Be inspired, to live your heart to fullest. And when soul, truly comes face to face; with the greatest love, a heart can ever know? May greatness be truly realized, as just the starting point. I can tell a thousand stories, but may heart will always point the way; to only one God! Be blessed!

WCR

Fun Friday; As The Months Pass!

January, oh January; on the calendar, my eyes thee as first. But, in my heart; thy love will never be first, last… ing; bitter is the diss… served cold. Thy nights are cold, but at last; January, that’s… “Much Ado about Nothing.” Within this heart of mine, abides a love; that truly warms my heart. A love that fills my soul, lingers endlessly within the depth. February, the month of my mothers birth. Without that, I would never be. Every so often, there’s a leap… into an extended blessing. Every heart, getting to enjoy another day. Year after year, the days will surely end; to start another March. Onward, onward; say bye, to your Jericho. Spring forward, the time hasn’t come; to stop, and smell roses. The kiss upon two lips, your heart has entered into a new season. In the cool of the day, the veil removed. Love in a new light, love enlightening a renewed hope. Every heart being able to breathe easier, for freedom reigns. April, her heart feels a move. A change taking place, love is in the air. Flowing down, into the innermost. Showers of love, the blessings therein. Touching the surface, but flourishing what is seen; through the coming bloom!

May, oh; may I tell you about my May flower. Her heart, stunning; so beautiful. Her love, shines so bright; shimmers, to show a mother’s love. It’s the month we wed, the very moment I said; you’re my forever. Oh, how my soul; still basking in her endless glow. Oh, Father; oh, father… time has gone; thank you, for all the years. They have come, they go; the seasons change, but Your love… forevermore. I can never stop time, with every breath; may it be a heart changed, within every season… to come. June, no one could ever mistake you, for September; confusing a six, for a nine? A change in season, will fall squarely on your shoulder. Hearts leaning into you, with such high expectations. Love, for the summertime. July, being seventh; doesn’t make it independently perfect. First the creation, perfection; what precedes all that is seen. August, the eighth wonder of the year. Not the month, you see; but what became of it. A wonderful creation came to be, my wife… is she; yes, glee. Que sera, sera; “whatever will be, will be!”

September, oh; September, within you another fall. Leaves falling, the color of love dancing; grooving to the autumn breeze. The nights are crisp, but hearts are not swayed. The days are just right, how can you argue with being alive, being able to breathe it in? Earth, Wind, or Fire; September, you’re groovy. October, the season to lean back, maybe even act a bit cool. Feeling the nostalgic vibe, the chill revisited remix. Oh, please don’t fall back; into the same old humdrum. A fish in a barrel, the love for life like water; to soothe every fear. October, yes; a time to give back, the season for true thanksgiving. November, Movember; a time for men to remember. Even the strongest man, can struggle with issues. It’s not a time to hide, but a time for growth; a moment to raise awareness. Hope found, is the fundamental reason. Why faith is the key, to help get a heart through… the tough times. December, as the months pass by; know that one thing will forever remain the same. The world would never truly understand, what is a holistic perspective; without there being a Holy birth. Emanuel, the bright morning star. The light glistening in the night, shining; to display the greatness, of the love within!

WCR