frank

poem--superhero

Superherowhen my tears fall like a storm, only you can stop the rainno matter how heavy it is, only you can lift my painand when your not here i know your saving someone elseand so I know that I could...
Posted by frank on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 04:12:00 PST

poem......why

i was inspired to write this poem after reading another poem about being black. i hope you like it. i call it why. i fell to my knees one night and i asked God this question; why did you make me black...
Posted by frank on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 10:07:00 PST

poem--i am rastafarian

i am rastafarian, rastafarian i am, and if you say differently, may you and yours be damned. i've bathed in waterfalls on islands in the sea, i've been on television but still you dont see me.&nb...
Posted by frank on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 09:21:00 PST

poem--mount poonam

i am a mountain climber, i've climbed every mountain there is. from china,france,hawaii and belize.but i have heard a rumor about a mountain that if you climb it and bring back the flower, you will be...
Posted by frank on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 09:49:00 PST

poem--a dollar and a dime

it was 12:45 and i was full from lunch.i walked down a street that i didnt use much. there was a man with tattered clothes with no shoes on his feet. his hair was long, his odor was strong, and he ask...
Posted by frank on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 09:58:00 PST

poem--that dont sail in my ocean

that dont sail in my ocean, that wont float in my sea, it would drown in my river before it ever reaches me, so you can take all of your hatred and throw it all away because black is beautiful and bla...
Posted by frank on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 02:05:00 PST

a message to the haters;

haters are like a slinky; your good for nothing and you have no real purpose, but pushing you down the stairs puts a smile on my face :)
Posted by frank on Thu, 03 May 2007 09:08:00 PST

poem--sandy

i went to the park one day,and i was feeling very depressed. there was a woman sitting across from me and i didnt like how she was dressed. her clothes were raggedy, dirty and worn; her shoes were hol...
Posted by frank on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 11:28:00 PST

a poem for latonia-- heaven

i remember blowing out the flames of my birthday cake candles on the day that i turned six. but, i asked myself a question instead of making a wish; is there a way to get to heaven without having to d...
Posted by frank on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 10:59:00 PST

poem--the ebony sky

I see clouds asleep waiting for the sun to rise as I sit upon a star in the ebony sky. I catch Jupiter flirting with Venus as eloping comets whisper"I hope nobody sees us". but I do, as I sit upon a s...
Posted by frank on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 10:12:00 PST