Theft By Deception | Poem

Theft By Deception

By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown

 

I can’t remember his name. But I know;

we loved once. I can’t remember his game,

but I know that I was always sent back to start, and it was a good one. I can’t remember a thang. But,

he says to me, we once said “I do.”  If, this is true. Theft by deception

is ev’r so cruel. 911 what can I do?

 

Dedicated to: Alzheimer’s Disease (Awareness)

A RocDeeRay Poem

 

Other books by Renee’ Drummond-Brown:

~T.T.T. Book #6 launching soon. WATCH FOR IT.
~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
And
~e-Book: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight

 

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Knocked Out The Park!!! | Poem

Knocked Waaay Out The Park!!!

By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown

 

Don’t take her out to the ball game.

She wants not your peanuts nor crackerjacks. Surprise!

She remembers the very first strike! Then strike 2,

came. Her family and friends knew not just what to do! Strike 3. GRAND SLAM;

was hard as can be and she lost all sense of time and memory! God said

twas’ a home run! Cause when she awoke

she was standing in judgement of His Only Begotten Son.

 

Don’t take me out to no ball games!

And I surely don’t want no peanuts

nor crackerjacks, cause I care waaay too much, about getting back!

 

 

Dedicated to: Domestic Violence Awareness

 

 

A RocDeeRay Poem

 

Other books by Renee’ Drummond-Brown:

~T.T.T. Book #6 launching soon. WATCH FOR IT.
~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
And
~e-Book: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight

 

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Follow ‘Da’ Yellow Brick Road (Oh My) | Poem

Follow ‘Da’ Yellow Brick Road (Oh My)

By: Author: Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown

 

Off to SEE a Wizard in Oz???
Hmm
Dorothy ‘wit’ friend’s like us
Who needs ‘luv’?

 

Friends
A state of mutual trust
Shared tween only us
What ‘kinda’ friends
Show
‘Dis’ love?
‘Wit’ friend’s like ‘deeze’
Again Dorothy
Who needs ‘luv’?

 

A lil’ bump on Ms. Dorothy’s head
‘An’ her
Storm clouds rise 
Her
strong winds they blow
She can’t withstand
Being thrown to and fro
So… 
She bails ship
From home
Yeah…
This kind of friend will leave you ‘fend’ in Kansas
ALL ALONE!!!

 

 

‘Da’ Scarecrow bums along
‘Freeloadin’ Freddie
Can’t stand on his own
You guessed right
Pick a straw
Short man out
Get him fired up 
Yep
Yep
Yep
Up, up, up 
‘An’ away…
He’s out!

 

 

Mr. Tin Man
Old man down
Rusty round ‘da’ edge
In ‘da’ club
Ol’ G’s
Known to thee
Corrupting minors
Game so weak 
But…
You ‘da’ man
You ‘da’ man
Scraping oil from cans
Go sit down
‘An’ leave ‘da’ ‘youngins’ stand
Young men SEE visions
Old men
Dream dreams
Come out ‘dem’ clubs
‘Wit’ kids
‘An’
ACT..
Like your eighty-three

 

 

King of the jungle
Hmm
‘Hidin’ behind a lil’ girl
Instigator
Yeah ‘dat’ be you
‘Talkin’ trash
WRITING checks your hind can’t cash
All ‘da’ while expecting
‘Evr’ybody’ to jump in
Your mess
While you snake
Slither
‘Outta’ it
Leaving your friends to bite ‘da’ dust
‘An’ another one down
But to you
No big deal; what’s the fuss?

*FOLLOWING*
‘Da’ Yellow Brick Road
‘Wit’ friends like ‘dis’
‘Da’ blind shall lead ‘da’ blind
‘An’
Ev’rybody falls in ‘dat’ ditch
‘An’ you know THIS
If it weren’t true
I wouldn’t’ve told you it

Friends
A state of mutual trust
Shared tween only us!!!
What kind of friends
Show
‘Dis’ love?
‘Wit’ friend’s like ‘deeze’
Who needs ‘luv’?

 

 

Dedicated to: 
Make new friends but keep ‘da’ ol’ ‘SUM’ are for keeps; the others NEED TO GO!

 

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FOR MY NEXT UP-COMING BOOK SOON!!!

 

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All Rights Reserved@ July 4, 2016.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Great Minds INK Alike

 

Or so…

We’ve been told

We’ze beat to a comparable tune

More’s different than you’ll ever imagine

And/or

Can even know

DRUM-

MOMD

O’

Her peculiar ink rules

Poetic thoughts

Ev’r so

 

Oftentimes

We’re voices

For the unheard

Societal issues are our passion

Poetic injustices

Cries for children

Justice! Justice!

Cries out

Naw ‘dems’ just kids!

 

we carry

one’s load

worldviews

Cannon our pen’s

Pen pals decide

our fate

While

One’s INK

Re-loads

‘N’

thinks

My, my , my

THE POWER OF THE PEN

 

More similarities shared ‘tween’ us

Than had not

been foretold

if it weren’t true

THE POWER OF THE PEN

Wouldn’t INK ever so

 

 

 

Author: Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown

 

Dedicated to: Idenity…

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A Philosophy of Yard by Jack Kolkmeyer. Collected Poems Reviewed by Renee’ Drummond-Brown

 

A Philosophy of Yard
FORTE Publications #12
Ashmun Street Snapper Hill Monrovia, Liberia
ISBN-10: 0994534795 ISBN-13: 978-0994534798

A Philosophy of Yard by Jack Kolkmeyer takes an intimate look at poetic reflections of the past, present and future day in a philosophical manner. This book leaves the reader with an understanding of how we view ourselves and how one should grasp the universe by accepting all of the mysteries and magic that ultimately grounds us. Kolkmeyer’s book opens with a poem titled “Often as a child” (1) but ironically, the poem was written about the death of Kolkmeyer’s grandfather which took place in Cincinnati. While this poem invites the reader into the authors personal space it also stresses of the importance of a life-cycle from a child’s perspective. On the other hand the author’s theme poem “A Philosophy of Yard” (2) written in Delray Beach weaves magic of wonder as it relates to nature’s stones, plants, seeds, weeds and animals, thus allowing everything to grow and reorganize itself in due season. In this review of A Philosophy of Yard, I will weigh in on the contents and expound on the strengths and weaknesses of Kolkmeyers’ book. Therefore, buckle yourselves because A Philosophy of Yard will travel you from the “here” to the “there,” and brings the reader full circle back into one’s very own yard, while instructing you along the way.

The author strategically draws from poets; such as T. E. Hulme, Wallace Stevens and D. H. Lawrence using their unique metaphor style for place and implements it into the veins of his book. While the Beat Poets educated Kolkmeyer about meter and flow he skillfully mimics their style as well and weaves that throughout the book also. This author is no stranger to writing from the depths of his soul, while using inspirations from some of the great poets before his time. Kolkmeyer surrounds himself with knowledge of the African American culture as well, which gives the poetry within this book that rhythm and blues flare; adding literary renaissance to the messages that he conveys within his body of work.

Kolkmeyer’s poem “Coimbra Universidad” takes place in Coimbra, Portugal and figuratively points to D. H. Lawrence’s legendary writing style as Kolkmeyer opened the poem with “the sounding of a bitch bell” (106;1). The opening line is powerful, commands immediate attention and yet is definitely a controversial statement that can be viewed as offensive. Overall, the book has roots running deep in familial, providing clear imagery structured in a simplistic way. Yet, this erudite author manages skillfully to make one cogitate about the complexities of life along that path as it also relates to the human race. For example, in the poem “Everybody is Colored (a song)” (100) written in Santa Fe, the author masterfully tackles the race issue head on by addressing “everybody is colored/everybody’s got a mother/and a bag of white bones” (100;1-4).

Talk about iron sharpening iron; this author, shrewd and skillful understands the powerful effect of carefully placed line breaks in his poetry and uses them masterfully in creating genuine stanzas which ultimately stir emotions within the reader as seen in his poem “do doo wop” (95). This poem captures the Harlem Renaissance revolutionary explosion at its best and vibes with Langston Hughes’ poem “The Weary Blues” which evokes a tone of melancholy. While Kolkmeyer’s poem “doo doo wop” (95) has that very same disposition in these lines “Street corner colors fly/faintly yellow umber/surely some blues…shining from the muted lights/prying into the night life/a street corner prophet on his knee” (95;11-17) he manages to create originality and uniqueness in his poem thus causing it to stand up against Hughes’ masterpiece.

Kolkmeyer’s poem “Autumn” (4) and “The pod people” (6) both taking place in Delray Beach, can be compared to Robert Frosts’ poetic style, which often depicts relationships between nature imagery and humans. In the poem “Autumn” Kolkmeyer brilliantly captures the beauty of nature shared with humans as he wrote “we just wait with resignation knowing that winter is near…as we prepare a warmer spot/amidst the moves and rearrangements” (4;14-17). Whereas, in the poem “The pod people” he skillfully uses metaphors to capture that same effect within these lines “but we are in deed /the seed people/planting ourselves along furrows of time/seen differently from star to star” (6;6-9). Kolkmeyer deliberately takes the reader on another journey within these poems by shifting the reader’s mind into various periods as it relates to time which ultimately lends the authors instructions on embracing life.

Kolkmeyer’s poems “A New Seed (a song),” “Coltrane,” “Winter Solstice Winter Light,” and “To Wallace Stevens” reminds one of Frank O’Hara’s writings, while adding dimension of self-reflection and conscious control to otherwise permissive unpredictability. At times Kolkmeyer’s poetry reads like O’Hara’s and could be viewed as bluster of rants and even provocative. For example in the poem “Coltrane” Kolkmeyer skillfully rants “nocturnal admissions…lost arcs and frozen phrases/wholly wars of redemption/tangled transgressions…play deeply” (121;7-11) and then he follows it with a question of uncertainty “how deep is the ocean”(121;12). Nonetheless, it’s important to note that O’ Hara’s works are celebrated amongst the greatest, which further adds credibility to Kolkmeyer’s brilliant masterpiece. However, all the greats are subjected to criticism and Kolkmeyer is certainly no exception to the rule.

The author certainly captures home which takes place in Pittsburgh as he metaphorically points the reader back there within this poem “The Pittsburgh Boys” (66) in the following lines “lost in the hills and the valleys/jumpin’ the fences/riden’ trollies… crossin’ bridges… livin’/in a together place” (66;19-25). He further adds “we were Pittsburgh boys…still we are… we’ll keep going on/because of where we’re from” (67;7-13). “Kolkmeyer’s book is a labor of love that adds dimensions and challenges to one’s understanding as it relates to how we value ourselves and those closest to us. Kolkmeyer’s book can be compared to August Wilson’s incredible play Fences, because, like Wilson, the author describes how separated and yet connected families are throughout life as seen in this particular poem.

Furthermore, Kolkmeyer is unafraid to dig, sow and plant his poetic seeds into the grounds of richly fertilized soil, causing his literary prose and ethos to have great impact, which will influence how modern day writers approach their craft. This author’s voice is vibrant colorful, and distinctly powerful, which challenges the reader to also dig deep and wrestle analytically with the issues of life found in one’s own yard. I look forward not only this project, but, the transformation of Kolkmeyer, his growth and the poetic soul destined to become one of the 21st century greats.
 
 

 
 
Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is an accomplished poetess with experience in creative writing. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania. Renee’ is still in pursuit of excellence towards her mark for higher education. She is working on her sixth book and has numerous works published globally which can be seen in cubm.org/news, KWEE Magazine, Leaves of Ink, Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few. Civil Rights Activist, Ms. Rutha Mae Harris, Original Freedom Singer of the Civil Rights Movement, was responsible for having Drummond-Brown’s very first poem published in the Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., in Albany, GA. Renee’ also has poetry published in several anthologies and honorable mentions to her credit in various writing outlets. Renee’ won and/or placed in several poetry contests globally and her books are eligible for nomination for a Black Book award in Southampton County Virginia. She was Poet of the Month 2017, Winner in the Our Poetry Archives and prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community in the past year. She has even graced the cover of KWEE Magazine in the month of May, 2016. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style and her work solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”

Fatigued | Poem

Fatigued

By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown

 

All our lives us colored gals been attacked, raped, an hacked. Been called

ev’rythang, BUT… the child of God:

Negro, black, napped, ugly, bald and fat. And you know this;

this is fact! So.

What do you thank’ we care bout’ lil’ ol’ you

doin’ us in too? Never forget this…

When we are weak,

we are mightier than you!

 

“Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong”

(2 Corinthians 12:10 KJV.)

 

“I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired” (Civil Rights Activist Fannie Lou Hamer.)

 

Dedicated to:

When a colored gal grows weary WATCH OUT she becomes Mandinka strong.

 

A RocDeeRay Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other books by Renee’ Drummond-Brown:

~T.T.T. Book #6 launching soon. WATCH FOR IT.
~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
And
~e-Book: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight

 

No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved@ October 23, 2017.