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What Happened to Us?

Posted by tpegonline on August 3, 2012

Sometimes good things go bad.

You just wonder what led to the party ending.

This poem sheds some light how things can go downhill.

Sometimes a man gets fed up too.

When he does, there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it.

To give you a multimedia experience, television show titles and song titles have been hyperlinked to their respective info pages and audio files on IMDB.com and GrooveShark.com respectively.

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“What Happened to Us?

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

You used to have a twinkle in your eye whenever you said my name.

Now you frown whenever you think of me.

We used to make passionate love.

Over and over and over again.

We used to be all over each other all of the time.

Our love-making sessions were such intense, playful intimate encounters.

Now we have sex once in a while and it is very businesslike – devoid of TLC and passion.

I said we have sex because it isn’t love-making.

We just work to get it off and to finish off the other so we can get back to the separate lives we now live even though we’re under the same roof.

It is so odd to live with a stranger under the same roof.

Yes, I am guilty of violating the trust of our marriage by cheating.

I didn’t simply want something extra on the side.

I’m not that type of man.

I just wanted to have something like we used to have.

I have no excuses to justify my actions and poor choices that have forever changed our relationship, but I need you to understand a few things.

Have You Seen Her? My wife – the love of my life?

My heart aches so as if I was stabbed in the chest multiple times with a long, sharp knife.

When I met you, you were full of energy and full of hope.

But even before I did my dirt you started to complain and mope.

I understand the personal issues you were going through were painful, stressful and you literally had bitter pills to swallow.

It killed me to see you morph into a pessimist and in your misery you chose to wallow.

You used to have dreams and we used to stay up late talking about individual and collective goals.

Now when I walk into the house I tread carefully upon the carpet because your moodiness makes it feel like a walk across a bed of hot coals.

I did my best to be your husband, friend and the strong one for our household.

I didn’t give you service with a smile so I wore my best poker face to hold back tears – truth be told.

You used to cook-up delicious meals and keep the house squeaky clean.

Now you order a lot of Chinese take-out and pizza and our home looks thrown-about and is far from pristine.

Dishes pile up in the sink and recycling spills out of jam-packed bags.

Sometimes the floor is littered with receipts and torn price tags.

When you moved in I told you that I had three simple house rules that had to be followed so we can live happily ever after.

They were straight-forward and simple enough to avoid any misunderstandings, bad feelings or an unforeseen disaster.

POD was for Peace-On-Demand because when I cross the threshold of our home I want quiet, calm, and comfort against the hostile outside world.

Just want to kick-back, relax and chill while from the day’s rigors I can unfurl.

FOD was for Food-On-Demand as you were took cook the meals if you were home for the day and I was out and about.

No reason to have fast food, pizza, or Chinese take-out.

AOD was for Ass-On-Demand because that Brown Sugar punani of yours was so finger-licking-good.

I used to put you in a School Daze, because Dean Big Brother Almighty said, “Do it to her good like a Gamma Man should!”

When you get married it is for better or worse.

Times used to get so tough I used to recite “My God! My God! Why has thou forsaken me?” as my favorite verse.

My dreams were deferred like the title of Langston’s poem yet I did what I had to do and never harbored any resentment or anger towards you.

I really was in love with you and I was 100% in your corner because you were My Boo.

What hurts me as to this very day you allege that it was my wish that your illness took you out.

Different Strokes for different folks but what in the hell are you talking about?

My bride and mother of my children.

I have stood by you and never wavered when a good number of people would have cut and run.

I am not blaming you for anything that I did wrong but I want you to understand.

I am not perfect but my mother birthed me to be a man.

I have remained in the kitchen when your anger boiled red hot.

We have been through a lot so no matter what happens next please accept this bouquet of Forget Me Nots.

Time heals most wounds so how long is it going to take to mend the wound your heart has suffered at my hands?

It may never heal. It has been a couple of years now with no signs of getting better.

Sometimes I Wish I never met you. Then I would not feel the shame of having done what I did to you and to see you so hurt.

Please don’t continue to keep our kids in the dark about the reality of things.

They are smart children and you don’t give them enough credit.

They are smarter, tougher and more resilient than you think.

A mother’s love and understanding of her child runs deep.

Fathers know if their children are mentally tough enough and mature enough to handle hard facts.

I hope that one day you accept the reality of how our lives have been changed.

We both need time to think. We need to separate.

If we just never feel the way you used to feel we need to get divorced.

No more dancing around the big-ass elephant in the room.

I just don’t want to do this anymore.

This is my resignation letter.

I quit being your husband.

Both of our hearts ache, are scarred, broken, festers and oozes pus.

My darling wife, what happened to us?

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The Thrill of the Hunt

Posted by tpegonline on June 19, 2012

This poem is a series of 13 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.

This poem is about those times when you’ve been chasing after someone for a long time but they always seem to run away.

Nonetheless, you persist. Even if it takes you more than 20+ years you will not break off your pursuit.

Also, for your listening pleasure, I hyperlinked song titles to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Enjoy the poem.

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“The Thrill of the Hunt”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved

Damn, girl! You look good!
Your perfume is sweet and your
big smile is stunning.

You somehow resist
my most aggressive pursuits.
Come on! Stop running!

I’ll Love You Down and
Make it Last ForeverIf
Only For One Night
.

I want you to taste a
Piece of My Love so I can
Rock Witcha, baby.

The Sweetest Taboo
is the best way to describe
thoughts I have of you.

I’d drive your Little
Red Corvette
if you’d ride my
Pony. Getty-up!

I can just hear us
now…Uhh Ahh. Don’t Say No,
Just Say Yes
. Come here.

Like Allstate, you’re in
good hands because I’m All True
Man
. Yep, I’m a Man.

You play hard to get.
Why You Gettin’ Funky on
Me?
Please tell me why.

I get Butterflies
when I think about how long
I’ve been chasing you.

Girl, please don’t keep me
Hanging On a String. Do I
perhaps have a chance?

You know what? Maybe
I’m Never Gonna Get It.
You’re so hard to catch.

I love to chase what
I really want. I really want you.
The thrill of the hunt.

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That Something Special

Posted by tpegonline on June 5, 2012

This poem is a series of 12 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.

This poem is to all of the lovers out there who have found that special someone and they have – well, you know, that something special.

That something special that is a fine dish cooked-up down home style by the Neely’s pictured below (from the Food Network’s show, Down Home With the Neely’s)

Also, for your listening pleasure, I hyperlinked song title to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Enjoy the poem.

“That Something Special”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

What is it that we
have? I do not even know
what we should call it.

As enduring as
time itself. As expansive
as the galaxy.

Much sweeter than a
cube of sugar. Hotter than
a cayenne pepper.

Sending shivers through
my body like a tub full
of crushed ice – Brrrhhh! Brrrhhh!

Molten lava hot.
My heart melts at the thought of
you. I’m Burnin’ Up.

The fragrant smell of
your hair and the softness of
your radiant skin.

You make me want to
sing Something Something because
I’m so Fortunate.

Please, if I’m asleep,
don’t wake me – I’m Dreaming
Sweet Dreams made of you.

A giant among
dwarves is what you are, my love.
Girl, you’re So Amazing.

Indescribable.
Not by words, pictures nor by
videos. Unique.

So, what do we have?
Fond memories and the sheer
joy of the moment.

A promising and
bright future with you. Just Us.
That something special.

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Taboo Arrangements

Posted by tpegonline on April 23, 2012

This poem is a series of 17 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.

In this poem, I’m writing about what seems to be a burgeoning alternative lifestyle, polyamory.

I usually write my haiku chains from the first person perspective, but this is more from a third person vantage point.

I am neither advocating nor condemning polyamory. I am just objectively reporting on it.

I hope that you like it.

“Taboo Arrangements”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

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Can’t settle for one
love? Maybe you don’t have to.
If all can agree.

Monogamy. Who
says that it is the best way
or the only way?

Perhaps some men are
better suited for more than
one love at a time.

Isn’t there a chance
that some woman are better
off with many men?

You can love more than
one person at a time. It
is not about sex.

In a healthy, full
romantic relationship,
sex is part of it.

It is not all there
is to a relationship.
Just one pizza slice.

Maybe one makes you
laugh. The other helps you in your
business. True team work.

This one is a chef.
That one is a musician.
The other, a clerk.

She is a doctor.
The one over there is an
actress. Stage and screen.

This one is a teacher.
That one is a financial
planner. Good women.

Variety is
the spice of life. Mix it up
a little. Its fun.

Polyamory.
That is what loving many
is being called now.

It is about love.
Not about sex. Not swinging.
No orgies. Just love.

Everyone must be
on one accord. No secret
lovers. Be honest.

This is not for all.
Some may be too jealous or
think this to be vile.

An alternative
lifestyle. Generally scorned.
Taboo arrangements.

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Know my name. Kweku.

Posted by tpegonline on April 7, 2012

This poem is a series of 22 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.

In this poem, I’m introducing you to a character that I created. His name is Kweku Annan. He is a supernatural being that will be featured in an upcoming short story that I’m writing called Girls Just Wanna have Fun.

Kweku is the male personification of the same supernatural spirit that also incarnates as Akuba in its female form.

I hope that you enjoy this piece and thank you in advance for taking the time to read this post.

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“Know my name. Kweku.”
© 2012 Tyrone Turner
All rights reserved.

Tall, dark and handsome.
What women tend to dream of.
Too black and too strong.

Kissed by the sun, I
stand six-two and weigh-in at
two-fifty – rock solid.

Barrel-chested. Big
biceps and muscular legs.
Stern yet soft brown eyes.

A fierce warrior.
A learned scholar and shrewd
entrepreneur, babe.

My cologne will have
you spellbound and eating out
of my hand. Really.

Bass voice whispering
in your ear. Hot tongue licking
your lobe. Just breathe, hon.

Do you feel the warmth
of my touch? The strength in my
large hands. Holding you.

Idris, Denzel, and
Morris rolled up into one.
All true man.

Sugar. Spice. All that
is nice. That is what girls are
made of. Tasty treats.

Boys are not made of
rags, tags and puppy dog tails.
Don’t treat them as such!

Lying and playing
games with a man’s emotions
may be dangerous.

Gold digging may lead
to grave digging so keep your
hands out of pockets.

Leading a man on with
promises of pleasure could
make them do strange things.

Good and bad reside
in the hearts of men. Make sure
to handle with care.

Look into my eyes.
Now close your eyes and listen
to the words I speak.

The present is a
gift. That is why it is called
the present. Get it?

But do understand
that this gift can also be
a curse if misused.

Your future is not
predetermined. The power
of choice is your own.

I will show you what
is possible and to be
avoided. Be warned.

I do not repeat
things so make sure to take heed
of the words I speak.

You may dream of me
while you sleep or go into
trance during the day.

Never say that you
have not had a chance. You did.
Know my name. Kweku.

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You Damn Love Hater

Posted by tpegonline on March 27, 2012

This poem is a series of 13 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.

This poem is about how people “hate” on you when you’re happy. This oftentimes happens when you find love or when you’re on the rise.

Don’t let haters cause you to crash and burn. Be inspired. Be thankful. Haters give you focus.

This piece is written from the perspective of a man who’s new found lady has a friend who is all up in the business and trying to cast doubt all the time.

Whenever I mention a song title within the body of this poem, I hyperlink it to the song’s audio file on GrooveShark.com.

I hope that you like this piece.

“You Damn Love Hater”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

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I know you see me.
Hi hater. Bye hater.
You want me to fail.

I found a lady
that makes me happy and look
forward to each day.

Her sweet lips. Round hips.
Chocolate skin. Sweet perfume.
I just love that girl.

She cooks up great meals
and curls my toes and makes me
stomp my heels. REALLY.

We were at the lounge
the other night just sipping
and enjoying tunes.

You called her and asked
what she was doing. She said
she was out with me.

Attitude galore!
Why can’t you just be happy,
yo? I found lovin’.

Yes, misery loves
company. Folks, truer words
have not been spoken

Focus more on how
you can find happiness for
yourself. You’re so wack.

If you stop whining
about how men are no good,
you might get lucky.

No man will put up
with a quarrelsome woman.
Always arguing.

Be happy for her.
Behave. You are her friend, right?
So let her live life.

Maybe you’re not her
friend. Perhaps a “frenemy.”
You damn love hater!

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Red, Gold and Green Dreams

Posted by tpegonline on March 15, 2012

This poem is a series of 27 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.

This poem is dedicated to the beautiful women of Guyana. I also hyperlinked the title of a song by Billy Ocean and a song by Culture Club to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

This poem will part of a series I’m putting together called Caribbean Queens.

Enjoy!

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“Red, Gold and Green Dreams”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved

You are a daughter
of Ethiopia by
way of Guyana.

Are you from that place?
I think it was called Jonestown?
I drank your Kool-Aid.

Ahhh… What a cool drink.
Refreshing. Satisfying.
I can’t stop drinking!

Touched by the sun. You
are an ebony goddess.
Shaped by Amen Ra.

Your delicious meals.
Dhal puri and cook up rice
washed down with Mauby.

Our home is tidy.
The way you keep the house clean
and smelling so fresh.

Wonderful mother
and wife. You hold it down, girl.
You’re such a treasure.

Caribbean queen.
Billy Ocean sang that song.
Hey, does he know you?

Your skin is as smooth
and as soft as plush velvet.
Tempted to touch it.

Hair is short and neat.
You wear it well, beautiful.
Go with your bad self!

I now have quite a
discriminatory and
specific palate.

I don’t want no damn
Yankee girls. They are too far
removed from culture.

Not all of them are,
but I’d dare say most of them
bow to Babylon.

I will never speak
poorly of all Yankee girls.
My mother is one.

So are my sisters,
aunts, cousins, and my neices.
They are all in touch.

This is not about
any other woman though,
sweetie pie. Just you.

I love your homeland.
The culture is unique and
very welcoming.

Your national flag
sums up your best qualities.
You are quite a girl!

“Golden Arrowhead.”
That is the name of your flag.
“Old Glory,” U.S. flag.

Green in your nation’s
flag is for the forested
nature of your land.

Red is for the zeal
and dynamic growth that lies
ahead. Exciting!

It has white in it
to symbolize its rivers
and water supply.

The golden arrow
signifies mineral wealth.
It’s a “have nation.”

Your nation’s banner
has black for the endurance
your people sustain.

Boy George used to sing
this: “Karma, Karma Karma
Chameleon
,” right?

So, let me tell you
something about the color
of my dreams, sweetheart.

No black and white dreams.
I dream of your smiling face.
Red, gold and green dreams.

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Back in Love Again audio project

Posted by tpegonline on March 3, 2012

Folks, I’m looking to raise money to fund this project. “Back In Love Again” will be an audio CD of poetry recited over music. The music will really help bring the poems alive. The poems are taken from my first poetry book entitled FOR THE LOVE OF WOMEN OF COLOR. This is a collaborative project of several independent artists. I’m the poet, but there are other independent artist (to be named at a later date) who will handling the music, audio editing, and art work.

If you donate $10 or more: Receive a personalized, jumbo-sized greeting card with a poem of your choosing (from a select group of poems) contained therein.

Donate $25 or more: Copy of the “Back In Love Again” CD once it is completed.

Donate $50 or more: Copy of the “Back In Love Again” CD once it is completed and have your name mentioned in the production credits.

If you’d like to send a donation, please send it to me via PayPal. My PayPal email is tntnia@ureach.com.

Thank YOU so much!

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Can’t Make Up My Mind

Posted by tpegonline on March 2, 2012

This poem is a series of 16 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.

In this poem, I’m writing about how men may sometimes be conflicted about choosing the one they want to be with. I hope you all like it.

Can’t Make Up My Mind
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved

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Apples. Oranges.
You can’t argue about taste.
They’re both delicious.

Plump, sweet, juicy fruits.
Dancing all over my taste
buds. So good to eat.

Like my two angels.
One is a Haitian princess.
L3 the other.

By L3, I mean
Lovely, latin, lady. She
is Puerto Rican.

You know what? If we
say L3, we can
also say H3.

H3 is short for
Hot Haitian Honey. She is
so dag-on fine, y’all.

Chocolate brown skin.
Soft to the touch. I really
love it very much.

But the L3 is
pecan tan, round in the right
places. Lord help me.

Long, brown, corn silk hair.
Light brown eyes and kissable
lips. Wide, pointed hips.

H3, you’re built like
a guitar. Slim up top and
wide on the bottom.

When I pluck your strings,
you sing such a sweet song. True
music to my ears.

I love foriegn tongue.
Doing good! [N’ap boule!] You’re having fun! [Estas gosando!]
To hear and feel it.

Both are world class. Both
are eye candy. Both are what
men dream about. Yessss….

A decision has
to be made soon. I just can’t
have both. That’s too bad.

They both deserve a
man who gives them 100
percent – and then more.

Should I flip a coin?
Should I ask others to vote?
Can’t make up my mind.

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The Chance You Never Gave Me

Posted by tpegonline on February 15, 2012

“The Chance You Never Gave Me”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved

Fellas, you ever met a young lady that you were really digging and I thought that good things would happen but then all of the sudden, she goes silent on you? What’s up with that?!?! Well, maybe she has some baggage that she needs to check. If you have the time and desire, perhaps you’ll stick around and help her work through it. Maybe you won’t.

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Ahhhh…

The night we met left me with the feeling a child has when they are expecting that special gift to be under the tree Christmas morning.

We ate. We drank. We laughed and shared stories that nearly made tears well-up in our eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul and when I looked into your soft brown eyes, I saw visions of hope and future promise..

I was immersed in the sweetness of the words that poured from your mouth.

When you spoke, your tongue and lips moved slowly as you perfectly enunciated each and every word.

Your hand gestures and your facial expressions accented your words.

I kept it real with you, but as Dave Chappelle reminded us, sometimes keeping it real can go wrong.

Hmmm…

Maybe that is what happened in this case.

You gave me your number and you agreed that we should go out and get better acquainted, but you don’t ever call and you’re slow to return text messages.

What’s up with that? You’re not trying to play me for a chump, are you?

I don’t get it. I thought we both saw eye to eye about playing games.

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

Let me slow down. I could be jumping to conclusions.

Perhaps you’re not playing games. It could be that your heart is scarred from the disappointments and hurt from your past.

Maybe it is hard to gain your trust.

Could it be that you are afraid of the unknown?

Do you have a fear of success? Self-esteem issues?

I know that I am far from perfect and that I have a lot of “stinky stuff” with me, but I work hard for and aim to please the woman that I’m with.

I would have your back and help you to accomplish your goals and push you to pursue your dreams.

Sweetheart, I have sore emotional knees so I can’t run after you.

I put everything out in front and welcome any questions you have. If nothing else, I am honest.

Time is an invaluable, irreplaceable commodity and I refuse to waste it.

Who knows what could’ve been? It may have been a wonderful sight to see.

But we’ll probably never know because it was the chance you never gave me.

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