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If You Don’t Know Me

Posted by tpegonline on January 16, 2015

This is the second piece in my Quadruple Quandaries series. I call it that because this format presents four poems with the same title and subject matter that will always be some sort of a predicament. The styles of the four poems will differ. They will be a sonnet, haiku chain, limerick chain and a triple rhyme.

As has been my custom here on my blog, song titles will be linked to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

I hope that you enjoy this installment.

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If You Don’t Know Me By Now, When Will You? [Sonnet]
© 2015 Tyrone Turner
All rights reserved.

 

1

Forever In My Life I do want you.

To have, to hold, to Kiss and to Cherish.

We Have Something In Common; say “I do.”

Our love is so strong it will not perish.

My Boo, are you afraid of the future?

Don’t be; we planned so we are in control.

My wounded heart you did indeed suture.

You made a diamond from a lump of coal.

Once I was a boy, but now I’m a man.

I will not change except for the better.

Together we’re boundless like Heaven’s span.

Don’t dip your toe; jump in and get wetter.

Suns have risen and left their morning dew.

If You Don’t Know Me By Now, when will you?

 

If You Don’t Know Me [Haiku Chain]
© 2015 Tyrone Turner
All rights reserved.

5

Time to move forward. We’ve been stagnant way too long. What is the hold up?

Do you have questions? Is there something you must say? Come, let’s clear the air.

Ah! I think I know. Once we were Secret Lovers. Do you have concerns?

What could they be, Dear? That I’m Looking for a New Love? That The Thrill Is Gone?

Hey, Love Is a House. I am not Humpin’ Around. I am cool right here.

You’re a “gourmet girl.” I don’t want anyone else. I Want You. That’s all.

Become my wife, Love. Sharing our lives together. Half on the Baby.

Ain’t no mystery. What you see is what you get. Naked. Unashamed.

Girl, Act Like You Know. I want to take you higher. Seems Like You’re Ready. Right NOW is the time! The Night Time Is the Right Time. But daytime sheds light.

Light accents your eyes. Light highlights your lovely face. Shows your sihloutte.

What is the hold up? I Wanna Be Your Lover. Don’t you love me too? Two thing can stop us: If you did not know things; If You Don’t Know Me.

 

If You Don’t Know Me [Limerick Chain]
© 2015 Tyrone Turner
All rights reserved.

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Many years have gone by since we first met. It was love at first sight so I knew I was set. You had such a beautiful smile. I asked for a number that I could dial. I gambled because I figured that you’re a good bet.

Through the Years, we’ve had ups and downs. We’ve Been Around the World to many towns. When I’m away I think of Home. Be I in Johannesburg or Rome. Your voice is the sweetest of sounds.

My Love is Solid Like a Rock. Good all day long; 24/7 on the Tick Tock. Now you seem to be confused. If you’re joking, I’m not amused. Don’t you know that you have me on lock?

What do I have to do to prove my love to you? I’ve gone to Hell and back and showed that I’m true. Through those dark, gloomy nights, I stood by you through many fights. I’m vested and don’t want nothing new.

I’ll pursue you from sea to shining sea. Because without you there is no me. Got me Wishing On a Star. Got me playing me blues guitar. You’re acting as If You Don’t Know Me.

 

If You Don’t Know Me [Triple Rhyme]
© 2015 Tyrone Turner
All rights reserved.

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I’ve done all that I can to make you Stay With Me.
But every time I walk towards you your turn and flee.
Perhaps with me is not where you want to be.

If that is the case, I don’t like it but worse than that, I don’t understand.
The good times that we had were memorable and grand.
I was hoping that our relationship would burn brighter and expand.

I call you on the phone, talk to you face-to-face, email and text.
You oftentimes get flustered and appear to become vexed.
I don’t seem to have any luck with you these days so I must be hexed.

Maybe you’re afraid that one day things won’t be the same?
Or is it that you won’t own up to problems for which you are the blame?
If either of those scenarios are the case, that a shame!

I know that your family isn’t that tight and you’re pretty much a loner.
Me and my family got a lot of love to give so I’ll be your donor.
You’re Making Me High like I was a stoner.

We could have something great, so Let it Be.
Or is it that you don’t believe what you see?
As If You Don’t Know Me.

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New pen name/alter ego

Posted by tpegonline on February 3, 2014

Hey there, folks.

Staring today, I will sometimes use an alternate pen name; Langston Shakesbro.

The name is to pay homage to two of my favorite poets: Langston Hughes; and Williams Shakespeare.

I will be penning more sonnets and short stories that I want to make plays and short films, so the name is appropriate.

Thanks!

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A Love Letter Just Because I Love You

Posted by tpegonline on October 31, 2013

This piece is a sonnet. According to About.com, you can identify a sonnet if the poem has the following characteristics:

  • 14 lines. All sonnets have 14 lines which can be broken down into four sections called quatrains.
  • A strict rhyme scheme. The rhyme scheme of a Shakespearean sonnet is ABAB / CDCD / EFEF / GG (note the four distinct sections in the rhyme scheme).
  • Written in iambic Pentameter. Sonnets are written in iambic pentameter, a poetic meter with 10 beats per line made up of alternating unstressed and stressed syllables.

This sonnet is about a man expressing his love and appreciation for his wife/girlfriend by writing her a love letter and sending her flowers, candies and jewelry.

The picture below is called “Love Letter” and the artist is Frank Morrison. Make sure to look into his lovely works of art.

Song titles are hyper-linked to their respective audio files on YouTube.com.

“A Love Letter Just Because I Love You”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

love_letter by frank morrison

Sometimes The Words Get In the Way, sweetheart,

But know that I love you from Head to Toe

I crave for your embrace when we’re apart;

My desire for your sweet kisses does grow.

Never can such beauty ever go stale

Because each time I see your lovely face

Is as if my eyes drank from the Holy Grail;

Visions of you in pink satin and lace.

The jewelry, flowers and candy are

Symbolic of you being a treasure,

The fragrant scent of your perfume; a star

In my Heaven and my sweet tooth’s pleasure.

As Soon As I Get Home I’ll make dinner.

I know what I got and you’re a winner.

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The Booty Poem

Posted by tpegonline on April 12, 2013

I overheard a conversation in the barbershop recently where a couple of guys were talking about songs that were written to pay homage to what the called “the all-powerful booty.” I got to thinking, “Hmmmm… Are there any poems written about the booty?” Well, now there is one!

I’m just having a little fun with this so don’t be offended or anything like that.

I’ll use various songs (mostly in the rap genre) the way I used candy bars in my poem Call Me Mr. Goodbar.

This poem is a hybrid of my triple rhyme style and standard prose.

Here is a playlist on GrooveShark.com that I created for the songs mentioned in this poem:

CLICK HERE for “The Booty Poem” Audio Playlist

Enjoy!

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“The Booty Poem”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved

Honey bunny, you know that you got it stacked like IHOP.

I bet you keep a clean house and you cook-up good food while you Slap Chop.

You are a Shining Star and if you were on a shelf you would be on the top.

lookin' good cookin'

^^^

I’m sure that there is more to you than that ‘donk’ that you got.

But mercy, when it comes to junk in the trunk, you got a lot.

Any guy that gets to push up on that has struck it lucky like a leprechaun with a gold-filled pot.

^^^

I bet when guys are with their girls, they have to take notes from Rahiem Drinkwater and be on “Booty Watch.”

They’ll raise a glass to your gift and chug down a shot of scotch.

You’re doing great so you don’t have to ask like the late NYC Mayor, Ed Koch.

^^^

You make a brother wish he could say that The Girl is Mine.

You seem to be about your B-I and make Arab Money like Busta Rhymes.

When it comes to you folks can say She Got Her Own because you handle The Walking Dead like Police Officer Rick Grimes.

^^^

I can only imagine what cats would say to you in the club.

I’m sure they would offer to buy you a drink because they’ll be Caught Up like Chubb.

Fantasizing about putting you in that Hot Tub [of Love].

^^^

Below is what the average wannabe player would say.

He wouldn’t know what he’s saying because your cushion blinded him like Ray.

For you, it is the same old stuff, different day.

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I’d like to get to know you better – “Damn! Baby Got Back!

You know you got a Big Ole Butt.

All I can think about was how I would like to see you Back That Thang Up and Shake It Fast because you have a real nice, soft, juicy one, Ms. Fat Booty.

buffie pink dress

You don’t have to put on fine lingerie to get my juices flowing. I’d prefer to see you in a wet tee-shirt and some Dazzey Duks.

You are looking mighty fine in that pink dress but I want to see that Booty Work.

38-24-37 like Bonita Applebum. Sweetie, Drop It Like Its Hot and Put It Down on Me.

That’s right…

Shake it like a Salt Shaker because you got More Bounce to the Ounce.

It’s all about Da Butt and watching you Wiggle It.

I hope that the DJ plays Rump Shaker and Shake That Ass Girl.

Just act like it is The Thong Song and make it do what it do and I’ll do The Humpty Dance.

Can we leave now and go somewhere and Let’s Get it On Tonight?

If I sound a little crazy just Blame It (On the Alcohol).

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wasp waisted latina

Yep, you’ve heard it all before, but I just got to let you know.

There are a lot of women up in here tonight but you’re the star of this here show.

You’re like Vanity in the The Last Dragon and I’m Bruce Leroy because you give me that glow.

^^^

You sho nuff can Work It to the Bone.

That fatty of yours made that tower lean over in Rome.

This is an ode to that Fatty Girl called the Booty Poem.

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My Ebony Empress

Posted by tpegonline on February 4, 2013

This is a 21-part haiku chain poem dedicated to my African-American sisters.

“My Ebony Empress”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

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A daughter of the
Maafa. That most dreadful
great calamity.

The middle passage.
Some did not make it, but your
ancestors made it.

Brought to the shores of
North America to till
the soil in the heat.

Also to toil in
the cold. Through it all, you made
it. A Survivor.

Once treated like a
beast by the evil slave masters
in those days gone by.

Today, disrespected
by the boys that you hoped would
grow to become men.

Men of Honor. Men
of renown and standing. Men
who deserve respect.

“Where there’s no vision,
the people perish.” Proverbs
29:18.

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My vision is for
my dark and lovely sisters
to be respected.

This is a haiku
chain poem but check out it
rhymes. Let us begin.

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Soft, supple dark skin.
A bodacious body that will
make you grunt and grin.

Big brown eyes that’ll
put you in a trance and make
you want to Just Dance.

Soft kisses that take
my breath away. Please, don’t walk
away. Baby, Please Stay

That silky, sexy
voice of yours gets me going
quick. Just like Music.

Enough to make a
grown man cry so Start Me Up.
Damn, Which Way is Up?

Full lips and hips. Built
like a Brickhouse. Ready for
a man not a mouse.

Love On Top. “You’re
the one I love.” I don’t want
it to ever stop.

My Insatiable
Lady Cab Driver. Sweet like
treats from Godiva.

Be it a southern
drawl or a northern accent,
I am Heaven Sent.

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A midwestern brand
or a west coast twang, do what
you want – It’s Your
Thing
.

As long as my heart
beats in my chest, you’ll be my
ebony empress.

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Sweet Dutch Chocolate

Posted by tpegonline on December 7, 2012

This poem is for the ladies from the Suriname.

This is the twelfth and final installment of my Caribbean Queens Series.

This poem is a series of 18 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. I call this style that I created a haiku chain poem. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form.

All of my poems have the title of the poem in the last line of the poem. Also, song titles have been hyperlinked to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Enjoy!

“Sweet Dutch Chocolate”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

Paramaribo
is the capital city
and your place of birth.

Its in Suriname.
In South America next
to the deep blue sea.

The Caribbean
Sea. A diverse cultural
mix of many things.

Africans were brought
to Suriname to work
as slave laborers.

When they revolted
and escaped, Indians were
brought over to work

As an indentured
servant class. Indonesians
also came to work.

Your family is
mixed with a bit of this and
that. Creole folk.

You feed me buttered
bread for breakfast, Dhal Puri
for lunch and dinner

Was Kip Kerrie — the
Surinamese version of
curry chicken

And rice. Ginger beer
washed down that hearty, tasty
meal. I enjoyed it.

Your language intrigues
me. Sometimes you speak Dutch and
at times its Sranan.

Sranan Tongo is
the lingua franca of the
nation. Most speak it.

You’re such a special,
unique woman. Kaseko tunes
make you sway about.

I asked you who sang
the song. You said it was a
band called Fra Fra Sound.

This particular
song was called Kotomisi.
Very different style.

Dixieland Jazz, Rock
& Roll and Calypso have
influenced this style.

Peaches & Cream or
Sugar & Spice? Maybe a
Sweet Potato Pie?

All of those things
and more. Sweet like Candy – like
Sweet Dutch Chocolate.

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Scrumptious Trini Treat

Posted by tpegonline on November 27, 2012

This poem is for the ladies from Trinidad.

This poem is part of my Caribbean Queens Series.

This poem is a series of 29 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. I call this style that I created a haiku chain poem. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form.

All of my poems have the title of the poem in the last line of the poem. Also, song titles have been hyperlinked to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Enjoy!

“Scrumptious Trini Treat”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved

I remember when
we first met. That was about
13 years ago.

It was so funny
how we met. I was buying
an EPT kit.

It was for my boy,
Troy, but you were on line in
front of me, smiling.

I said, “Hello.” You
said, “Best of luck to you and
to your lady friend.”

I said, “Oh – this is not
for me. It is for my friend –
for his lady friend.”

You asked, “So do you
have a wife or a girlfriend?”
I shook my head “no.”

With that melodic
accent of yours, you giggled,
“Hey, I just met you.

This is crazy. But
here’s my number, so Call Me
Maybe
.” That killed me!

I laughed so dang hard.
Well, I gave you my number
and here we are now.

We made a deal to
Live It Up and stay in a
Ghetto Heaven mode.

Our families get
along well. Southern Soul meets
Trini Soca Charm.

Your younger sisters
are named Jean & Dinah. They
will be fine like you.

Last Night Changed It All.
I really had a ball. Me
and my wife, chilling.

Dinner was great! We
had macaroni pie, ox
tails and callaloo.

We washed our food down
with some sorrel. For dessert
we had sugar cake.

Then you did it, girl.
Cabernet sauvignon is
what we toasted with.

“To Us,” was our toast.
Two beautiful children, a
fine home and nice cars.

Truly blessed and favored.
“Be Thankful For What You Got”
is how we were raised.

Girl, I Want You now.
I’m in the mood. I hope you’re
Feeling Hot Hot Hot.

Kissing You is what
I want to do to you, girl.
Please, mother may I?

You said, “Boy, if you
rub mih back, mih go rub yuh
belly.”
That’s a plan!

Don’t Be Afraid of
me. I am not a Monster.
I am your husband.

You’re Forever Mine
and I am Forever Yours.
Let’s Stay Together.

I’m love drunk off of
you like you’re a big bottle
of strong punch with cream.

I want you to be
happy. In mind, body and
soul. I Adore you.

Is It Good to You?
Just tell me what you want and
I’ll do it for you.

Our love-making is
always good and can never
get old. Truth I speak.

It is better when
the kids aren’t home. We can
freak out like Le Freak.

Finger-lickin’ while
slow lovin’ and rubbin’ my
Scrumptious Trini Treat.

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Tasty Mojito

Posted by tpegonline on November 15, 2012

This poem is for the ladies from Cuba.

This poem is a series of 19 haiku poems that are strung together in a series to tell a story. I call this style that I created a haiku chain poem. According to Dictionary.com, a haiku is a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, and employing highly evocative allusions and comparisons, often on the subject of nature or one of the seasons; or a poem written in this form.

All of my poems have the title of the poem in the last line of the poem. Also, song titles have been hyperlinked to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Enjoy!

“Tasty Mojito”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved

The largest island
in the Caribbean is
the isle of Cuba.

Aretha Franklin
sang that “There is a rose up
in Spanish Harlem.

I’m going to pick
that rose and watch her as she
grows in my garden.”

Duke Ellington played
and Ella Fitzgerald sang
to Take the “A” Train.

That is what I did.
All the way up to Harlem
where you used to live.

What a beautiful
girl. A cocoa brown skinned
Caribbean queen.

Chocolate-dipped, sweet
treat. Pretty face, smooth skin and
a soft curvy frame.

You’re sweet Azucar
Negra
like her majesty,
Queen Celia Cruz.

When we went to the
Cuban bistro last weekend
we danced All Night Long.

You sang along to
the words of Este Tumbao:
Descarga
. Cuban Jazz.

We dined on arroz
con pollo
as our main course.
It was so damn good!

For dessert we had
capuchinos. They look like
little yellow cones.

I asked if I could
kiss you. You said, “Sí. Para
luego es tarde.”

Ain’t no time like the
present so I went for it.
Sucking on your full lips.

Tracing them with my
tongue and nibbling on your chin.
You exhaled deeply.

The waiter stopped by
to ask us if we wanted
anything to drink.

I declined because
no matter what they put in
a glass or a cup.

Mix it with whiskey,
rum or vodka, you are what
I want to sip on.

Act Like You Know.You
are my drink of choice. Top-shelf,
Tasty Mojito.

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Sandy, You Wiped Me Out

Posted by tpegonline on November 13, 2012

This is a 10-part triple rhyme poem that I wrote in reference to the infamous Hurricane Sandy.

This storm displaced me and my family from our home.

I hyperlinked song titles to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Things could have been worse for me. Make sure that if you’re a homeowner, you have flood insurance. If you’re a renter, get renter’s insurance.

Let me know what you think about this poem.

Thank you.

“Sandy, You Wiped Me Out”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

‘S’ is for the shock I felt when I first learned how furious your wrath was and how my home may have been immersed by the surge.

‘A’ is for the anxiety I felt while I went to check on my apartment and what I saw almost caused my bowels to purge.

‘N’ is for the nausea that overcame me when I smelled the foul stench of rotting food and salt water-drenched furniture made and it put me on the verge.

The verge of throwing up and crying.

My heart sank and I felt like I was dying.

Some say, “Keep your head-up,” but when you’re going through something like this yourself, it isn’t what you’re interested in buying.

‘D’ is for the depression that started to set into my mind because I felt like I was in Hell.

‘Y’ is for the loud scream I let out as it was a painful, frightful yell.

These are lyrics to a sad song that I propel.

It is a sad thing when your life is drenched and placed on the sidewalk for the whole world to see.

This was something that has happened to other people but I never thought it would happen to me.

It is a humbling experience and will put the proudest person on bended knee.

The goddess, Yansan, is the orisha of winds, hurricanes and tempests all of which are devastating and can cause you bumps, bruises and dings.

Don’t attach yourself to material items and fickle concerns because they are at best fleeting things.

Flood waters can make a pauper out of queens and out of kings.

Even though I lost virtually everything I still have my health.

My extended family opened their arms and embraced me to let me know that I’m not by myself.

Some close friends have also said to me, “Brother, you know we be like Monopoly, because if I got it, you got it because we always have shared the wealth.”

When you’re going through something you really get to know who your friends are.

Words are just words but your actions is what takes you far.

Do the right thing by remembering that “a friend in need is a friend indeed” and it can make you shine like a star.

Going from “classy to ashy” in the course of a few hours.

We must remember to never fool with Mother Nature because of her awesome powers.

Your world can come Tumblin Down like the twin towers.

The Sensational Nightingales sang It’s Gonna Rain, but I didn’t think it would affect me.

I thought I would be spared in my little cozy home by the sea.

I just couldn’t imagine that I would be a casualty of the greatest flood in NYC’s history.

You can have it all today with a lot material wealth, fame and clout.

Anything can happen to me or you and in this I have no doubt.

I know this first-hand because Sandy, you wiped me out.

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