Songs of the Heart
Introduction:
Many years ago, I started to write a book about my life. I wrote about the pains of growing up, the joys of life. And the events that happened day by day, week by week. I also included a chapter of poems that I had written. One day a good friend read some of my work and told me I should include them in the book. She also wanted and allowed me to include some of her own writings. Well I lost the book, but I have over the past few months, found new poems, by people who see the world as I do. I would like to thank these writers and ask that they view their works here as a chance for a greater number of people to view their works. Once again...Thank You!
To begin with, allow me to show you a real BMW! It seems like every man wants one, I don't! I use to say that I never wanted a Black Man's Wheels, but I like this BMW a lot. And for the many sisters out there looking for a man with a BMW, try changing your think a little. The letter stands for more then just a car. If you like it, let me know...
DO YOU WANT A BMW?
Do you want a BMW?
Oh, Maybe you didn't understand me
Do you want a black man working?
Do you get up in the morning and see your boo
Come home from work and he's still there too
Do you let him stay there 24/7
Just because every night he keeps taking you to heaven
I am a man of a different breed, have been different since the slaves were Freed
I'm not scared to work, will work no doubt
I'll break my back just to work it out
I'll work on my job, my family, my love, my life
so this BMW may have you for a wife
Respect the way I roll, the way I handle, the way I drive
Can you make it with me at a top speed of 95
I am a BMW, A Black Man Working!
By: Torrence Williams
Do you want a BMW?
Oh, Maybe you didn't understand me
Do you want a black man working?
Do you get up in the morning and see your boo
Come home from work and he's still there too
Do you let him stay there 24/7
Just because every night he keeps taking you to heaven
I am a man of a different breed, have been different since the slaves were Freed
I'm not scared to work, will work no doubt
I'll break my back just to work it out
I'll work on my job, my family, my love, my life
so this BMW may have you for a wife
Respect the way I roll, the way I handle, the way I drive
Can you make it with me at a top speed of 95
I am a BMW, A Black Man Working!
By: Torrence Williams
Just Look Inside....
If you ever wonder about the man in your life...
you may want to look inside.
Look inside. To see a different side of a man.
Look inside. Realize that he can and does feel for you something different, something special.
He wakes up in the morning, and you're the first thing on his mind. If he could call you right then and there, he would.
When he sees you, his heart leaps. Not just the first time, not just when you're "alone", but every time. Every time he meets you, it's as if his whole world has been renewed. It doesn't matter if it's raining, or sunny, snowing, pleasant, or dreary. You make the rain tender, the sun warmer, the snow caressing, a dreary day funny, and a pleasant day perfect.
Without you, his days would have no meaning.
Of course, you say "But there could be another." He says "There isn't another. You are the only one..."
He brings you flowers. Not so you'll like him more, or so you'll give him a kiss, but because he simply loves to make you happy. To see that smile on your face.
Though you never knew it, it took him four months to get the courage to ask you out. Yes, he was nervous, scared. All guys are. While they try to seem tough and insensitive-deep down asking a girl out is the hardest thing in the world. And it's only that hard because of you. You just had to be so perfect, so beautiful that his fear of rejection became overwhelming. And the day you said "sure" was the best day of his life.
Look inside. Sometimes you find something that you weren't looking for.
Though he won't admit it, he'd much rather cuddle with you in front of the TV for an evening than go out with the guys (well, most of the time).
When you hold his hand, when he holds yours, it's the best feeling in the world. And when he sees you hurt or crying, it's ripping his heart in two.
Deep down, he's a romantic. He'd love to sing you songs, but he just doesn't have the voice. He'd love to take you on a moonlit walk down the beach, but he has to settle for a stroll in the park. He wishes he could bring you a dozen roses every day,but his wallet just won't let him.
Making you happy is his main goal in life.
Some would say that a guy like this is not a man. He is too sensitive, too weak. But I say, for all the reasons on this page, that these things are precisely what makes him a man.
And your existence alone has already completed his life. You are not aware of it, but he cherishes each and every moment with you as if it could be his last. Because, deep down, he is afraid that you may just decide to leave. And that is his biggest fear. And if you did leave,this man would cry.
Each second with you completes him. Whether you're walking together somewhere, cuddling on a chair, skiing the slopes, sharing an ice cream cone. No matter what it is you are doing, it makes him completely happy just to be with you.
Look inside. It is often surprising.
The little things are what he cherishes most. When he gets to brush your hair, when you accidentally (or perhaps on purpose) brush fingertips. When you call unexpectedly, just to say hi. He lives for these moments.
He would, if given the chance, die for you. This may seem ridiculous, but he would gladly give anything and all for you.
Just look inside. And you may find something worth holding onto.
Now, just look around...because this guy is out there. Right now, at this very second, he is thinking of you. You may or may not know who he is. It may be your boyfriend, your best "guy friend", or it could be someone you've never met. All the same,someday all he'll want to do is make you happy.
Look inside.
I've loved and been loved. I've hurt and been hurt. This is life. But believe me, true love still exists. All you have to do is look for it. I know I do...each and everyday...and to the girl I have not yet found, simply - I love you.
Look inside.
-Poem by John Tabis
i've heard it said, numerous times, that because i'm dating a white person, a person of the caucasian persuasion it means something's wrong with black people
in truth, i just fell in love with someone who didn't look like me. i didn't do it intentionally, or to prove point, or to fulfill some sick fantasy, or to let anyone down, to dis anyone, i just fell in love i didn't see his race when we met, i saw a person, somebody I wanted to be with, somebody i wanted to experience love with
I feared never finding it again i couldn't be worried or concerned about public opinion, or racists pro-white or pro-black, or bigots my only concern was being loved unconditionally, and i wouldn't trade it for anything or anybody in the world i see the beauty in black people, and i embrace it, and i love it but I see the beauty in my man too, and i also love it it has nothing to do with skin color or the media's perception of beauty i only notice the beauty of his skin because its part of him
i don't discriminate or go out looking for a particular type of person i just go where my heart leads me, and if it leads me to someone of another race, so be it
i'm not trying to run away from myself, or deny who i am i'm not ashamed i'm proud of what i've got and i don't pretend to be something that i'm not i'm not ashamed of the love i've found many people never truly love in their lifetime
i won't spend the rest of my life singing that "what if or if only i hadda" tune i'm going where my heart leads me i'm what makes ME happy even if it DOES exclude me
but for the record: he was not a matter of choice, or better than, or more exotic than, or whatever else people may think
it was a matter of love and there's nothing greater than knowing i'm with someone who loves all of what i am, all that i am, and i love all of him too some people may be bothered by that but i don't give a damn i can't
-kenya nicloe Phifer
- Monic Del
At one time, one of my favorite shows on television was titled "One Day at A Time". Some of you may remember the show or have seen it on Cable in reruns, but it centered on a single mom who was raising two girls. It's a funny show and a course; I was in love with the mother. Hey, what would you expect? My Bio states I like older women and race don't matter.
Anyway, a close friend found this poem by Charlotte Labobe and sent it to me to express how she feels about me and how I should feel about her. But I see it differently, this poem can teach many of us how to love a person, or better yet, how to grow to love a person. And after you read this poem, journey to the Sinfully Choc. Homepage and read some thoughts I have on the subjects of Love and Romance…
And now…a poem by Charlotte Labobe….
Let me love you one day at a time, and please love me that very same way. We may never learn all there is to know about love, but every day together will teach us a little more about ourselves and the special kind of happiness we bring to each other. One of the best things you've helped me learn is that love starts with being honest, speaking straight from how we really feel. I like how we've opened doors and windows of our lives and invited each other to come in, look around and get acquainted. The more I'm with you, the more at home I feel.
Let me love you one day at a time. Why talk about "always" and say things we're not sure we mean, when we can talk about today and mean exactly what we say. Let's think of each sunrise as a fresh start, a brand-new beginning…and try to fill each day with as much love as it can hold. I know you're not always going to be exactly the same person Sunday through Saturday, January through December and neither am I. We both need laughing times and crying times…and time for every other mood in between. The important thing is that you can be the kind of you that feels most natural and that I can be my most favorite kind of me. That's what makes us so comfortable together…it's also what keeps us from taking each other too much for granted.
Let me love you one day at a time. Let's not wonder how long love will last but how beautiful we can make it grow. Let's give our best to each other, but let's never expect miracles of our love. There's no need to…the reality of you and me is better than all the impossible dreams and fantasies I've ever imagined. Being with you is feeling proud, blessed; grateful for each hour we share.
Let me love you, not according to any how-to-book, or by someone else's set of rules…but simply for who you are and how you are with me. And please love me, not for what I might be molded into, but for what I am here and now. Don't expect me to be someone all good and all giving, someone who could never disappoint you…someone too right to be real and too perfect to be me. I'm just as human as anyone. I know…and am very thankful that you are too. Let's try to remember that love means keeping in touch with each others thoughts and feelings…listening not just to words, but to the emotions behind them…seeing not just the smiles and frowns, but the hurt and pleasures that cause them.
Let me love you one day at a time, starting today. Let's have the courage to try to change whatever needs changing about us, and wisdom to know what should never be changed. Believing in ourselves and in our ability to handle whatever tomorrow may bring…and trusting that this love we share will continue to grow stronger as the future years unfold………ONE BEAUTIFUL DAY AT A TIME.
You know, this is a wonderful poem. It talks about how two people should love each other. In 1999, a few roomies and I from Yahoo's BBW Regs & Friens chat were talking about Romance and Love. Months before, I put down on paper my thoughts on the two. I placed them in a very here on the Opinion page.
The page is about lust and desire, but I went overboard and ended up talking about Lust, Desire, Love and Romance. After I was done I decided to leave the page as is, and promised to write more later…well after that talk, I did just that, added more to the page. So if you're interested in reading it, just click below and I'll wrap speed you to it and the thoughts left behind there. IF not interested, just skip to the next poem. That is if there is a next one by now! And now there are some....
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I hope you enjoyed everything you've read today. Check back each week for more and more poems.
I would like to once again thank all the writers who are posted here for Growing beyond the confines of this world's limits.
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