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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.

________________________________________

“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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The Warrior’s Code

Posted by tpegonline on March 12, 2012

The picture to the right is called “The Chase at Rattlesnake Springs,” by Don Stivers.

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.

This poem is dedicated to the warriors who have influenced me as a martial artist. Special thanks to Soke Chaka Zulu, Kyoshi Roman Lutak, Renshi David Bunch (aka, “Sensei Buddha”), and Master Michael Griffin.

_______________________________

“The Warrior’s Code”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved

Be a peacekeeper.
Do not provoke anyone
to war against you.

As the Swiss nation
understands, prepare for war
and peace will be yours.

Empty-handed skills.
Weaponry. Stealth. Surveillance.
Calm under all stress.

Principle-based and
not technique-centered. In fights,
there are no givens.

Prepare for it all
because you know not what may
come your way one day.

Striking defeats joint
locks and grabs. Clinching beats strikes.
Joint locks beats clinching.

Falling is an art
form. To know how to fall helps
avoid breaks and scrapes.

Sticks, saps, chains and whips.
Pocket sticks, pocket knives and
Griffin Grips™. Good deals.

Spears and tomahawks.
Cross bows, boomerangs, throwing
stars and sling shots. Guns.

Africa, Asia,
Europe, the Americas,
and Pacific isles.

All gave birth to some
form of combat method of
self preservation.

North America
gave rise to great masters. Like
Grandmaster Powell.

He is my martial
great-grandfather. He is the
Sanuces founder.

My grandfather is
Soke Chaka Zulu whom
laid a solid base.

Kyoshi Lutak
helped forge fighting spirit in
me. School of hard knocks.

Renshi Buddha is
who has opened my eyes to
possibilities.

I will continue
to train to become the best
that I can become.

Be gentle in life.
Be ferocious in combat.
The warrior’s code.

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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!

_________________________________________

“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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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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