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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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Is the Grass Greener?

Posted by tpegonline on June 28, 2012

This poem is a series of 10 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 a guy who has has lost the love of his life to another man. All he wants to know is “Why?”

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

You’ll find that I was in a DeBarge kind-of mood when I wrote this poem.

Enjoy the poem.

“Is the Grass Greener?”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

Is he more handsome?
Does he drive a nicer car?
He makes six figures?

Is his scent nicer?
Are his kisses hotter and
sweeter? Please tell me.

Does he make love to
you better making you scream
louder and more often?

Is his cooking so
good that your mouth waters? Does
he feed it to you?

Could it be that his
surprises make you far more
happier than mine?

So, he looks better
in his tailor-made suits and
his imported shoes?

Do you love him more?
Are you sure he loves you as
much as I do? Huh?

I love you so much
that I will let you go. Just
be happy, my love.

Time Will Reveal if
you truly have his whole heart.
I know you have mine.

Babe, All This Love
is Waiting for You
. Tell me,
is the grass greener?

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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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Mother. Sister. Friend.

Posted by tpegonline on May 13, 2012

This poem is a series of 11 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 my sister, Toshia. She has been the best sister imaginable and is a dutiful mother to her children and daughter to her children. She is also a wonderful wife to my brother-in-law, Al.

I love you, Toshia!

_________________________________

“Mother. Sister. Friend.”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved

Happy Mothers Day!
You are a great mother, sis.
Your girls are so sweet.

I first became an
uncle when Danielle was born.
Ashley came later.

She was born close to
my birthday. What a present!
A chocolate doll.

They are smart children.
Ever inquisitive and
always into things.

They remind me of
you when you were a little
girl. True déjà vu.

You were such a cool
little sister. In fact, you
still are. You’re the best!

Being the older
brother, I have seen you grow
to adulthood. Wow…

Time really does fly.
I’m so proud of the woman
you’ve grown to become.

You’re more than my
sister. You are my friend. Thanks
for all of your help.

You have given me
wise counsel over the years.
Rock-solid advise.

Blessings be upon
you and your house. Triple play.
Mother. Sister. Friend.

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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.

____________________________________

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.

______________________

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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A Mother of One

Posted by tpegonline on March 11, 2012

This poem is a series of 11 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 was inspired by the mothers out there who are “one and done” — for whatever reason.

Enjoy!

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“A Mother of One”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved

You’re my only child.
You have my whole heart. There is
no need to share it.

You’re my sweet baby.
No matter how old you get,
you’ll always be new.

Brand new in the sense
that it seems like yesterday
I first saw your face.

Your cute coos and smile.
How my heart used to sink when
I would hear you cry.

I love you so much.
I sometimes worry about
what the future holds.

The world is crazy.
Senseless violence and death.
What is going on?

My sweet child, in you
I have my loftiest hopes
and dreams. Everything.

Your father and I
both love you, but I’d dare say,
a mother loves best.

I carried you in
my womb for nine months and I
nursed you at my breast.

I have given and
will continue to give you
all of me, sweetie.

You are my stars, my
moon and sun. Special love of
a mother of one.

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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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I’m sorry, children

Posted by tpegonline on March 2, 2012

This poem is a series of 21 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.

As a parent, it is so heartbreaking when we are unable to spend more quality time with our children. We love them so much. This poem is about that.

Special shout out to my homegirl Tracy R. who inspired me to write this piece.

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I’m sorry, children
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

Children, I love you.
You are the apple of my
eye. My future hope.

I often have to
work long days at the office.
We need the money.

I don’t get to see
you kids as much as I want
to. It breaks my heart.

On weekends we clean
the house and do other chores.
All work, no play time.

Our fun days are few
and far between. I’m working
on doing better.

Sometimes I may be
too harsh with how I deal with
you. I don’t mean harm.

I love you more than
you can comprehend. One day
you will understand.

My intention is
to protect you, guide you and
put you on the path.

The right path, sweet boy.
The road to success, peace and
righteousness, dear son.

I do the best that
I can. I give my all, son.
Become a good man.

Tough love is true love.
To groom you to treat women
with gentle kindness.

Don't be abusive
Do keep in mind that you were
born of a woman.

Honor and protect
them. They’re your past, present and
future. Cherish them.

My precious daughter.
Be dignified and may the
peeps speak well of you.

Don’t let any man
call you anything outside
of your given name.

You will be a prize
and a joy to men. One that
must be earned by deeds.

My words at times are
sharp. My punishments may seem
way over the top.

I’m a fair parent.
It’s my duty to spank your
booty if needed.

It does indeed hurt
me more than it hurts you. I
hate to hear you cry.

Remember, I love
you and only want the best.
Never forget that.

The ride with me gets
bumpy at times. Just hang on.
I’m sorry, children.

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