SoVerbose

Pamela Kelly Phillips
is also known as SoVerbose
Busy Designing My Own Destiny
Oh, what a Tapestry It Soon Will Be
The Best Yet To Come, Why Not Share It With Me?
In My World it's all about expression, and -- on this Space, it's all about the Poetry and Photography; displayed below, for your scrutiny and -- hoped for, enjoyment, copyrights, 1995-2007.Primary poetry publisher, to-date is Guild Press, PO Box 22583, Robbinsdale, MN 55422. Featured for many years in Guild's Full Circle and Joining the Circle anthology series and honored to be one of 10 female poets highlighted in Absorbing Destruction. Guild Press selected my chapbook, Blue Note for publish in 2006.Your purchase isn't for me but encourages future small press support of my efforts & the efforts of other poets seeking an ear to their voice. If you take interest in what you read and see, share your voice, here and among others who flow similarly. Free speech, choice and right to privacy are among our most fundamental rights -- important enough to live & die for. Critique & comment, extended in a positive environment, gives us all reason to keep keepin' on. Live your life to its fullest; have Faith and Hope. God will bless you with Love, Peace, and...Soul!
PKP
Put on your reading glasses,
Get comfortable and let's go:
Eyes in the fire
I watched the fire fingers
Taunt seductively -- then scold
Logs piled in a manner
To caress warmth from the cold
As it fast-consumed the wood
The fire showed its face
Hinting at destructiveness
And other falls from grace
Irreligious burning crosses
Flattered by white sheets
Makeshift bombs of fire
Fueling conflict in the streets
Buildings burned to ruin
Rumored war that sparks a trend
Of evil in abundance with
No seeming sense of end
A flare within the fire
Sparked a fire inside my heart
Reminding me that fire -- by itself
Will seldom start
Cause there within the brilliance was
A haunted, fleeting stare
Of mankind's inhumanity
Reflected in its glare.
Religion
Proclaiming it religion
As doctrine to embrace
This spirit that surrounds me
And occupies all space
A manufactured icon
To passionate excess
A sacrament to honor
The sin that begs confess
The subject of the praises
I sing in wavered voice
Well-scripted in persuasion
This poetry of choice
Oft followed to distraction
From sensibility
In search of measured blessings
That lack sincerity
In practicing religion
I've lost corrected sight
With lies to dull my senses
And blur the wrong from right
'Cause mostly you're unworthy
Of this devoted love
Detracting resolutely
From he who lives above.
Black Cherokee
A trip down home to see a loved
And cherished ancient one
For life-earned education
Needed rest and leisure fun
My Mother's Mother's sister
With my Mama's Mom long-dead
Served surrogate for Mother
Or atleast in Mama's head
With skin like deep-tanned leather
Her hair silvered in a braid
Petite and keen in features
Yet enormous impact made
Aunt Chick -- this fond relation
Has left me a legacy;
She was the best of two worlds:
Proud & Black and Cherokee
While census reflects "Negro"
She was, truthfully, a blend
Of Black man and Red woman
--as both lover and as friend
So frequent in their union
Far too similar in pain
Within the souls of Black folk
These memories remain
We'd speak for endless hours
With her near-black eyes ablaze
Of trials and tribulations
Animated by each phrase
But most important spoke
Was a respect for who I was
And that a man's not judged
By who he is but what he does
She'd say its in my heart
And there well-written on my face
A mix of true resolve without
A rumor of disgrace
As time matures the sentiment
To images -- long past
Remembrances of love
For my Black Cherokee will last.
Dedicated to my Aunt Chick, Deceased,
Covington, Georgia
Family Album - each photo tells a story
Mama come Lately
Clocks that tick too fast
Are an annoyance to the day
Interfering with a child
Engaging in his play
Knowing that the sun will set
As dinner fills the air
Disregarded warnings
Fuel conspiracy and dare
Names called from the porch
Somehow aren't heard above the fray
Muffled by the laughter
As the daylight spills away
Shadow to a street-light
Something awesome, standing grand
Scattering the children with
A simple raise of hand.
Stats
In keeping with tradition
Of unsupported claim
You maximize confusion
While calculating blame.
Picnic
A perfect day for picnic
White blankets grace green grass
While children..s play encircles
To mark an hour's pass
Nearby, men pose a picture
In grin, gripped rifles loose
A perfect day for picnic
Except within the noose.
Cooley Mae Juniper
Drinking out a jar
That once held jelly - berry-sweet
Rocking back and forth
While humming to a gentle beat
Seemingly a relic
Of another time and place
Testament to memories
That time may soon erase
Not a slave to fashion
She wears hose that ankle rolls
And shoes that mark experience
Worn clear down to the soles
Measuring a life
That seems, equivalent in sum
Cooley just sits waiting
For the Lord - at last - to come.
Southern comfort
Slipped between the sips of Seagram
Soothing to the taste
Time at paces slower but
More cognizant to waste
Migration of the senses back
To find the hidden truths
Threatening to take a Sister
Full-round to her roots
Peeling off the layered bourgeois
Distrust -- mixed with fear
Intoxicating lips exploring
Southern hemisphere
Promising a presence
More enduring than a trend
To complement the gentle tapping
Screen door on the wind.
Overture
A street, a glance
A move as smooth as soulful melody
A muscle sleeveless t-shirt
With intent to distract me
A captured smile that resonates
A fine-tuned instrument
Vibrations that resound
Like that of pent-up sentiment
Involved just like the consequence
Of reason to the rhyme
Rapture in those strong arms
Up until the end of time.
Night heat
She stands there in the doorway
'Tween heat and the night air
Excitement lures her closer
With each smooth of wayward hair
Stiletto heels proceeding
A curvy rhythmic sway
A melding to the movement
At start of music play
Hands raised in expression
As hips pump to and fro
So sexual in nature
The feeling starts to grow
With cooling perspiration
To border steam-closed eyes
Dual snaps and hand flirtation
To a melody of sighs
Then at the point of climax
Surrender to the beat
Slow saunter to a table
For cool, well-earned retreat.
First poem published
Name Brand
Compared to other graphics
That line an artist's book
The tattoo wasn't pretty
Yet upon second look
Depicted life's uncertainty
And hideous deface
When dealing dirt to others
Predictable: Erase
A thug's name inked in cursive
To each side of his chest
So mama can identify
His body from the rest.
Dressed in blue
She's often dressed in blue
About the arms and at the wrists
While poised to block a blow
From furious and hurling fists
In apprehension, life is spent
Between daze and duress
That..s when the color blue -- stained red
Is cleaned away as mess
Long-planted seeds of her demise
Predict each new attack
Until the blue that dresses her
Discreetly fades to black.
Waiting revolution
I'm waiting for the revolution
Eldridge spoke about
Gil Scott in his poetry
And Malcolm in his shouts
I'm waiting for the table's turn
And not the other cheek
Of strength behind the promises
Of unity - we speak
Martin said it's coming
But with patience to the pace
Thirty years of progress yields
Slight measure in the race
A million men can march
But must work harder to erase
The vestiges of slavery
And wasted time and space
Progress, like an elevator
Full and slow in climb
Waiting revolution takes
Eternity in time.
Stand for
A photo can say much
Of facts in absence or disguise
The Stanford family photo
Is an eye towards the prize
Grandpa's family
Not met and barely even known
Now serve as proud reflection of
Seeds that grew when sown
Neither slave nor 'cropper
Skill in labor defines dress
And supports stance defiant
Yet in reverence to bless
Depending where you stand
The eyes will follow and intrude
Smug in their acquiescence
Or more sanctifying mood
They mostly give encouragement
As symbols of success
Of more given in effort
And a yield of nothing less.
Illumination
Prejudice sees difference
In shades of black and white
Gaining all perception from
Failed and inept sight
Color is the spectrum
That emanates from light
Prompting its acceptance from
A vision of what's right.
The music still sings blue
The rocking chairs go back and forth
-- each on or off a beat
As weathered as two gentlemen
Perched on each time-worn seat
Straw hat and felt fedora top
Skin shades of brown and black
And dual cigars unlit as
Slim Jim sits with soft-shoe Jack
Between them time is mostly spent
On talk of yesterday
And after queried weather
There is not much more to say
Unless a passing traveler stops there
Restful on the road
In endless search of novelties
And living legends told
Then locals knowing history
Will often join right in
The plea for a blue melody
Of other times past when:
'Hey Jim, give us a good song
Old school -- but not too long
A cool and haunting melody
About a man done wrong'
A play at some reluctance then
The stage soon sets again
Slim Jim smiles them an answer
At the serenade's begin
Much smoother than black velvet
Raw soul croons just like a threat
Involvement in the music reaffirmed
By mounting sweat
Harmonica to sweetly scent
A verse well-sung refrain
While tapping feet to music soothes
And clapping hands sustain
As one song begs another
Applause prompts -- then bids, adieu
Each sits and smiles approval that
The music still sings blue.
Qui Liberte
Paris, September 2005
Opulence stained red -- then washed
Indelibly for years
Designer fashion worn
A badge against the fears
Liberty pours from fountains
Reflecting in the arts
Fails examination
In apparent missing parts
Society that prides diversity
Is what -- I fear
In equality
Is economically arrear
Qui, I see the Black folk
Co-located in the room
But unlike the mainstream
I see Black folk with the broom.
Nuclear deterrence
With most things being equal
We are each a sight's behold
Technology with attributes
That simulate to gold
An arsenal of feelings
That are stored in silos neat
As counteractive measures
Will deflect emergent heat
As sonar on the radar screen
Brings scope of something new
A failure of intelligence
And explanation's due
With every chance encounter
There's a threat of systems breech
Armed -- we each, a warhead
With our buttons within reach.
Plain Brown Rappa
A gangsta kickin flavor
Love, anger or ..his.. truth
He is a presentation
Of disenchanted youth
Arising from the apathy
Of those who barely cope
He..s analyzed the future
And fails to see much hope
Relating each adventure
To life..s hard-driving beat
He is a plain brown rappa
This poet of the street.
Moonshy
The moon -- once full, stood glowing
Adorned in cloak, pure white
That glistened from the stardust
Illuminating night
A star -- that fell, came creeping
Up close behind the moon
So pompous from his travels
And places left too soon
So jealous of her brightness
The star devised a plan
To humble luminescence
And dull the desert's tan
"Your cloak -- so iridescent
But little do you know
Reveals each imperfection
Much more than I would show
The moon -- at once, embarrassed
Pulled fabric from the night
And covered-up revealing
A quarter slit of light
The creatures of the desert
Cried out in deep despair
Requesting intercession
To speed the moon's repair
Then stretching out a broad arm
God minimized the pain
Returning moon to splendor
Each time it chooses wane
The star fulfilled its journey
To end in blaze of light
Alone and disillusioned
And distant from all sight.
(Inspired by the beauty of a Tucson, AZ night sky)
Come close
You come close to touching heart
You seem the perfect one
You come close and sweep me up
In front of everyone
Apprehensions set aside
Without the slightest pull
One hold of your hand, a chance
At life lived at its full
Lingering are thoughts
That are not easy to suppress
If I give to you
Will I be more or end up less
So close to see appearances
Are not the way they seem
A reasonable facsimile
Just better at the scheme.
Fanfare
Your talk is like a window fan
In need of skilled repair
It never really cools the room
It only stirs the air.
(Most published poem &
favorite poem to-date)
Recently published in "Joining the Circle"
August 2007:
Clean lines
Can you capture breeze
To smell its freshness once again
Or sense a hint of angel's touch
Within first drops of rain?
And memories of time past when
That tend to take you back
Through realizations that what's had
Though bountiful, can lack.
The simple things that matter
Wrapped in love or left to fly
Like clothes my Mother washed
And left upon the line to dry.
Patchwork
While not the finest tapestry
More functional in use
The quilt forming my life
Is much more pliable and loose
A fabric formed at birth
In essence warm, kept close and near
Beyond the brink comforting
A shield from the severe
As pieces torn from challenges
Will neat-tuck when resolved
A cloth mended through countless sins
Is constantly evolved
From pieces added gently
And soft-stroked 'til refine
In time will shift each detailed stitch
To prompt its own design
'Til once again alone
The pattern returns to itself
Until the time of neatly fold
And placement on the shelf.
Basic Black
I had myself a Daddy
Who donned work clothes each new day
He and other men I knew
Placed family over play
Not doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
Black men -- the lesser known
Whose heavy hands wore dirt and sweat
Outside most's comfort zone
Regardless of the grime collected
Within the course of day
Before the family meal
My Daddy washed -- so he could pray
And when he tucked me in
To some old spiritual he'd sing
Worn blanket, soft from age
Would cushion me like angel's wing
It never really mattered
What we had or what was not
The basis was my Daddy
And the love I've not forgot.
Dedicated to my Father
Early Will Kelly
1916-2006
Poetry affiliations include:
The Poetry Society of America
Poetry Society of Virginia
I am a serious photographer; with the majority of photos and photographics on the page taken by me -- except personal and vintage shots, the cultural heritage photo group, and select concept graphics reflecting my favorite things and passions.
Beauty abounds in my Metro neighborhood, from the
Nation's Capital to Virginia's Shenandoah Valley My drive West takes me through beautiful rolling hills and battle-weary Civil War fields, chronicling much
of the nation's history -- both positive & negative.
But let's not stop there...
Hoping to merge writing, photography and love of travel to interesting and distant places into further productivity. Look for my recurrent travel column in "Off The Beaten Path" in LRG Magazine (Chicago, Atlanta).
The writing and the photography (each) soothe my soul and somehow make it all right. When the two combine, I am in seventh heaven.
Here's an expanded taste of my photographic art:
Paris, Rome, Florence, Pisa, Verona
Venice, Olympia & Athens
Recent travel abroad: 2005-2007: Paris (2005); Italy and Greece (2006); Japan, China, Hong Kong and Thailand (2007).
Primary equipment: Olympus E-510 & 500 Digital SLR(s).
There is a benefit of advanced equipment. Control. And
state-of-the-art equipment is easy to use; however you still need to "see" the shot and possess the focus and calm to take it. Never discount what you have; you can often make a better photo in the cropping or the clean-up.
A passion for Photography should ultimately include taking the camera off automatic and returning to the basics. Film vs. Digital -- The ability to confirm the shot you thought you took: Priceless. The age of digital offers a wealth of visual opportunity and countless exposures from which to achieve your own perception of near-excellence.
In addition to Family and Good Friends, these are a few of my favorite things: B-day '07 "trip of a lifetime" to the Orient with my now grown Son -- memories & lots of great photos. The trip was a "first" to China and welcome return to Japan, where we lived previously for six years -- provided the opportunity to truly experience the country, the culture, and the people for six years.
Tokyo, Beijing, Hong Kong and Bangkok
China definitely requires a return visit
Background: "Soliloquy," River Seine, Paris, at night. Originally two lovers caught in an intimate embrace. End result -- photo gone wrong or Art? You be the judge. It was a keeper for me due to the dramatic impact of "One" which I appreciated enough to make the cover of my poetry book. Banner: Ever-changing (so keep an eye out, the changes will mostly be subtle but could go stark), the original shot was taken a little closer to home from the beautiful and tranquil Solomons Island, Maryland.
Favorite places to-date -- in order: Beijing, China; Greece -- the entire country; & Florence, Italy.
Next?
Will take time to explore the great and vast continent of Africa -- doing Tanzania & Serengeti Plain, July, 2008. Then Egypt (2009); Sierra Leone -- Homeland (2010); South Africa (2011); and Australia and New Zealand (2012). Also on the list -- with time TBD, are the South of France; Argentina and Brazil; a return to Greece to explore the Greek Isles; and a return to China.
Just a little closer to home, I may even take that (almost) long forgotten cross-country Amtrak trip. I've always loved the train, even changing seats as it crossed the Mason-Dixon on return trips to Georgia from Ohio where my parents raised me. Some memories never go away, just diminish in their impact. Eventually tranquil rest in my secret garden or on some porch rocking -- and I'm not planning to be alone...
God willing.
Every Day Is a Blessing To Get Where I Want to Be;
Just like A Butterfly, I Strive to Move Fast & Free.
Music:
I love Music & an extensive (and intense) Ipod playlist (over 3,000 legally purchased songs) reflects a varied musical taste that accompanies me through the stages-and scenes, of my life. On my 4th Ipod, having "lost" one earlier this year somewhere between Beijing and Hong Kong.
What do I like? The Basics please: R&B/Soul (Classics, Hip-Hop, Neo -- won't list these here, they're all over cyberspace pages), Rock (I love it and always will; can U say Stones, Santana, Eagles, Van Morrison, James Taylor, Carole King, Led Zeppelin, INXS, Steely Dan, Jimi Hendrix, Madonna, Foreigner, Sarah Mclaughlin, Jackson Browne, Rickie Lee Jones, Eric Clapton, Sting (& the Police), U2,& Santana (worth mentioning twice) to name a very few. Like Santana with his Fusion, John Mayer defies categorization with his tight Blues guitar and vocal.
My favorite Female Artist is Neneh Cherry, placed here because her Music has a little bit of everything, reflecting her own diverse background. Her style is phenomenal and she can bridge all genres through the power of her pen, clarity of voice and its expression in provocative and contoversial style, and phrasing graphically exposed in a convincing rap.
Then there's New Wave -- yes 80's New Wave and it's aftermath,discussed below. Art of Noise, Heaven 17, Billy Idol, Paul Young, Squeeze, Pet Shop Boys, Culture Club, Duran Duran, Naked Eyes, to name a few of my favorites.
Today -- for me, Hip-Hop/Rap is about the vision and commentary of Common and Talib Kweli, and from a "legendary" perspective, it's Dr. Dre and his affiliates, Run DMZ, Nas, Jay-Z, Tupac, Biggie...And even further back, it's Gil Scott Heron. Mary J. Blige remains the Hip-Hop Queen (with Aretha The Queen); watch out, I believe MJ will branch out even further as the years pass. Suffice it to say, you might just hear anything on my page.
I appreciate all "Old School" and the musical genius of Prince, Stevie Wonder, the late Roger Troutman (used to watch him perform in a club across from my alma mater the University of Cincinnati; knew he'd be a star!), Atlantic Starr (once interviewed the group while on Tour), Midnight Star ("early view," in my Hometown), O'Jays, Commodores, LTD, Teena Marie...
Among the latest R&B, I love Neo or Nu Soul, particularly the sounds that eminate from Sade, Jill Scott, Craig David, Heather Headley, Floetry, Kem, Les Nubians, India Arie, Lina, Goapele, Dwele, Wax Poetic, Amel Larrieux, Lynne Fiddmont, Angie Stone, Alicia Keys, Lauryn Hill, Maxwell, Eric Benet, Anthony Hamilton, Raphael Saadiq, and so on. Clean, sweet, consistent melodies: That's Corinne Bailey Rae, she can pretty much sing anything. And with the right accompaniment, she's all genres.
Loving Trip Hop, Acid Jazz, Techno/Electronica -- like Trance, BUT MILDER; I know it when I hear it (it's "Chill" on XM Radio). This is my natural evolution from New Wave and Dance (and the other "D" word that ends in an "O"). It's quite "Euro" and the people I like in this genre include Weekend Players, DNell(both groups are awesome), Enigma (forever and a day), Fort Knox Five, Cybajaz, Massive Attack, 4Hero, Shape: UK, Royksopp, Groove Armada, Sweetback, Thievery Corporation, Wax Poetic....This is "Out There" but always "In", at the same time. My current musical passion, you'll see more of this on my playlist while still giving props to the "originators" of the end effect.
Love the Smoothest Nu and Contemporary Funk Jazz ever (Keiko Matsui, Praful, Maysa, George Benson, Brian Culbertson, Marian Meadows, Randy Crawford, Candy Dulfer, Andre Delano, Richard Elliot, Chieli Minucci and Special EFX, The Rippingtons, Jonathan Butler, Dave Koz, Chris Botti, David Benoit, Jeff Lorber, Craig Chaquico, Steve Cole, Kim Waters, Steve Oliver, Paul Hardcastle, Nils, Four80East, Papa Grows Funk, Under The Lake, U-Nam & Brian O'Neal); with new artists emerging each day, there's no end to this list.
Current discovery of "Real" Jazz -- Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter, Stanley Clarke, Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Cannonball Adderly, Ornette Coleman, Dave Brubeck, Pat Metheny, Keith Jarrett, Karen Briggs, George Duke, Joe Samples, Eliane Elias, Bill Evans, Azymuth (awesome Brazilian flavor!), Najee, Thelonious Monk, Cannonball Adderly, George Duke, Jon Lucien (RIP), Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughn, Nina Simone, Nancy Wilson, Anita Baker, Dianne Reeves. Adding a little fiber to my musical diet.
Appreciating Music, the right way, often takes time and money -- as many things in life do (we make our choices). And I'm proud of the investment. Creativity here is in its appreciation (played the Violin, but long time past) and diversity keeps everything interesting. If you're in a box, stay there -- all by yourself. I've learned to appreciate all the genres and their trendier evolutions. Inspirational Music -- & not just on Sunday :-) Intrigued by World Music. Even when a language is not understood, you can sense depth of heart and soul in its expression. Salif Keita's "Tomorrow" blows me away. South African harmonies. Xavier Naidoo, German -- and of diverse ethnicity, is an excellent source for linguistic pleasure.
In sum: I'm persistently dazzled and amazed. Imagine life without the Glorious Melodies that accompany our lives and greatly enrich the Earth.
My playlist reflects the diversity in Music I love, sometimes focused on a particular Genre or Artist. Relax to the Music to accompany your (hoped for) enjoyment of my Poetry and Photography.
Favorite Authors/Books:
"The Bible" (Spiritual and historical perspectives)
Favorite Books of the Bible -- Revelation & Psalms
Egyptian, Greek and Roman Mythology.
Edgar Allan Poe (Classic Horror trumps Contemporary Horror anyday -- literary and cinematic)
Anything and everything by Maya Angelou or Nikki Giovanni. Grew up on James Baldwin. Toni Morrison's "The Bluest Eye," and Alice Walker's "The Color Purple". Ladies, thank you for the ongoing inspiration
J.R.R Tolkien and "Lord of the Rings" - Cherished since my teens. I choose the imagination over high-tech any day!
Sidebar: Love Sci-Fi, Horror and Fantasy -- books and cinema. Put aside the "Jasons," the "13ths" and the "Chainsaw Massacres" -- absolutely despise them. Love "Hellraiser" I & II, "Poltergeist" I, "Candyman" I & II. A little "Quirky" and somewhat off the beaten path? Anything on IFC and Sundance. To Watch: Old Samurai Warrior flicks. Start with -- "The Sword of Doom," Toshiro Mifume, 1967, Black and White and subtitled but exceptional Cinematography. Extreme Japanese Horror; truly a compelling choice among today's re-washed psycho-drama.
Last books read: "Taylor's Guide to Orchids" (yes Orchids...I am an Orchidist, or caretaker of Orchids; love their beauty and mysterious nature).
Reading is fundamental but as a Writer and Poet my focus must be my own work to support belief in self and effectively promote my own capabilities.
Faith:
Not religious, but Spiritual. Expressions of Faith -- whenever, wherever encountered, greatly assist my Peace; then often reflect through the eye of my camera. My relationship with God is personal, and though so-verbose on many things, this I choose to keep to Myself though I don't mind Your sharing Your Belief(s).
I do Believe God hears Prayer in every language.
And that Everything is part of an Eternal Plan.
Though forgiven, why not give him the honor of you
learning from your mistakes...Saves a little time
In the course of God's infinitely busy day.
Sunset, Virginia Countryside. Expressions
Of Faith, through the camera's lens. A
Poignant, multi-layered portfolio.
I will share these aspects of Universal
Devotion with You as the mood hits.
This one, a particular favorite
Due to Simplicity and Light,
And vibrancy of color in
The Trees like that of
A Burning Bush.
Specifics:
Yes I'm 52 and proud of it. God is not only Good, he is truly Great. The profile photo was taken Summer of 2007. I do feel that Father Time will "catch up" any minute... And that will be Okay. Youthful in heart and mind, re-gardless, with the added benefit of (at least)a semblance of maturity and common sense. Exceedingly proud of my two "grown" children -- Kamillah and Brenton, reflected in the photos above. Regardless of other "life" challenges, they've always had two Parents who love, nurture and adore them.
I come from the beautiful and proud Temne people, Sierra Leone (DNA analysis, Matriarchal lineage);
I come from Native Americans, many of who now reject the descendants of their African interface;
And I come from Georgia sharecroppers.
I am driven -- with a very strong work ethic, lest I return.
I know who I am and "excuses"
have no place in my world
-- and they shouldn't in yours.
"Unless you know the road you have come down
You cannot know where you are going."
Temne proverb, Sierra Leone
Beauty In Blue, Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc
And just Who is that SoVerbose?
Diverse Educational Experiences & Impressions,
Yet "approachable," from all angles (Try Me).
A true Black Woman in every sense of the
Word. Passionate & compassionate
but quick to right a wrong.
Don't ever be so presumptuous
to ever mistake Kindness
for Weakness. I generally
Know what I'm doing. The
Exceptions to This rule
Can be found in the
Area of L-O-V-E,
Where it Seems,
-- Admittedly,
& Sometimes,
I Don't
Have a
Clue.
Nineteen yrs. career Federal service: AF, NGB, AG
If You know these acronyms then You know what I mean;
Currently at the middle management level. Proud to
Lend support to a mission assisting limited
resource and disadvantaged people
towards securing basic needs.
No "living large" here;
I'm blessed to accomplish
those things I prioritize.
I like museums, but at a fast pace.
I do not need much time to ponder Art;
It immediately touches me, or it doesn't.
With me time is wasted gazing for effect.
I also feel I'm missing out on some thing
more exciting...like real life, real time
Elsewhere.
My favorite Artists are Gustav Klimt, Vincent Van Gogh and Jappanese Artist Yoshitoshi Mori - I have many of his original works, purchased while living in Japan and prior to his death. Also notable are the many artists that share their Original Art with me here on MySpace. I am much appreciative of their work and consistently honored by the attention.
I appreciate Contemporary Modern,
Chinese, Japanese, African & Aboriginal Art.
It's about indigenous people -- the Land, the Art,
Lifestyles, and Passion.
Love the Performing Arts, particularly the Theatre.
Seasons tickets to Washington, D.C.'s Arena Stage
When schedule and finances permit. This year's
Birthday celebration includes a Broadway
View of the first All African-American
Cast in "Cat On a Hot Tin Roof"
Can hardly wait!
Favorite Comedian: D.L. Hughley -- Live and raunchy. Recently Paul Mooney has my ear.
I live and breathe African American culture.
I was once told there was no such a thing.
There is no confusion regarding my heritage.
I'm more down to earth than you might think, Cosmopolitan or Country, I'm quite ok; I transition fast, as needed. Let's determine a destination and go.
Love:
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts, always hopes,
always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians
13:4-8;40;NKJV
Caveat: Except when It
Constricts Creative Flow.
But True Love, Wouldn't,
Couldn't do that...
Or Could It?
The Value of True Love is Beyond Measure.
I Love Completely, with Heart, Mind, Body and Soul,
Fulfilling All Needs and Giving the utmost Respect
And Devotion to the Man, Most Worthy of This Attention.
Pure Love, so long as Faith and Trust remain Intact.
If violated; Tears will Offer Momentary Solace, but
With the Passage of Time and With the Determination
Of a Bright and Shiny New Day I Rise from the Ashes
Of What Was to Embrace The Future, Generally Not
Looking Back In the Process.
I Remain Hopeful, and
Cautiously Optimistic,
Of Finding -- & Keeping
That one Great Love,
My Match in All Things
That Matter, and Who --
Without Question or Doubt,
Can smooth My Varied Wants,
Needs And Desires -- And
Have This Too Reciprocated,
For All The Time That Is
His and My Eternity.
Asking for too much?
Definitely! (Smile)
"Success is nothing without
someone to share it with."
Billy Dee Williams
"Mahogany"
Philosophy:
Placing your trust in God, hard work and perserverance generates results. Don't be all over the map on those things that are important. Focus on the long range, not the short term.
Generally, nothing worth having occurs overnight, and if it does, view it as suspect then determine its relevance to your personal gameplan. Be accountable for your own choices in life.
Do not wait for others to give unto or provide for you.
You might be waiting for a very long time.
Rely your own self-sufficiency to
get you through; whatever
else occurs comes
from Grace.
If it weren't for the hard work and sacrifice of those who came before me...
And I believe they still keep close watch.
Live in the present; make sure your past DOES NOT become your future. Make your choices without need of explanation to anyone.
The Law of Attraction offers infinite opportunity.
Look through any window;
Explore your possibilities.
Dare to be different -- but always in a positive way.
Take a glass and dance on it -- like the Greeks; if only
for a moment. Then place your feet back on terra
firma to reflect upon and incorporate the new perspective.
And whatever you do,
stay grounded --
in the things that matter;
make sure you have people
in your life who you love
and who love you, and
that you always have a
place and a warm welcome
to come home to at the
end of a long day!
Truly Grateful there are no Word limitations here.
If you've made it to the end of this page,
we are truly in each other's
extended network.
Enjoy the beauty God creates
through your own hands.
And add real meaning
to the term MySpace.
Peace...Out.