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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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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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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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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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Please, Check Your Baggage

Posted by tpegonline on February 18, 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.

This poem is about when you meet someone who treats you poorly or never really gives you a chance because of something that happened in their past – what someone else did to them. It also could be because you yourself have broken their heart and are looking to get a second chance.

Also, 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.

“Please, Check Your Baggage”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

______________________

You’ve been around the
world
, like Lisa Stansfield but still
ain’t found your baby.

You find what you seek.
If you look for cheaters, you’ll
find them. Search anew.

If you expect the
worst from men, that is what you’ll
get. These words are true.

The best man in the
world can be standing right in
front of you. See him?

If you have on the
wrong glasses, you can’t see things
clearly. Blind as bats.

Whatever happened
in the past, needs to stay there.
Keep your eyes forward.

Learn how to become
a gemologist — one who
knows diamonds when seen.

Know what you really
want from a lover. You must
be very precise.

If you do not know
where you want to go, any
path will get you there.

Love is a house. But
you said that love don’t live here
anymore
. So sad.

If you give me your
heart, you’d know love is under
new management
, hon.

Don’t be afraid, girl.
I’m here to love you and treat
you right
. Day and night.

Give yourself a fresh
start. You deserve much better.
Come and fly with me.

I have one rule though.
You can’t carry anything.
Please, check your baggage.

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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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Our First Date

Posted by tpegonline on February 10, 2012

“Our First Date”
By Tyrone Turner
Copyright 2012
All rights reserved.

This is a rhyme-scheme poem where, as is my signature mark, the title of the poem is in the last line of the poem. This poem is an introspection with creative embellishments on how first encounters may lead to first dates. Also, for your enjoyment, whenever I mention the title of a song I have it in bold italics and hyperlinked to the audio file on GrooveShark.com. I hope you like it.
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I didn’t want to hang out but my homeboy was stressed-out and feeling down.

He was catching heat from the boss over some BS. The boss-man is a clown.

My homey told me that he recently met a young lady online and showed me the pic and she was a dime.

He mentioned that he was looking forward to the day when the two of them could spend some time.

As if she heard him, she texted him and said that she was in Chelsea hanging out with two of her girls.

This young lady was a gem so chances were that her friends were pearls.

My main goal was to be my boy’s wing man so he could get his romance poppin’.

I had no idea that my evening would be jaw-dropping.

When we walked in the club we saw that they were a gorgeous party of three.

Damn. I don’t know who had the biggest smile on their grill. My homey or me.

We went over and made introductions, sat down and ordered a round, appetizers and such.

I looked at the honey complexioned goddess to my left and like Rupee, I was Tempted to Touch.

We started chopping-up game about work, kids, and how we both have a very sensitive “bullshitometer” – we don’t like nonsense.

We have both been there, done that and prefer to be drama-free and avoid all suspense.

You mentioned how you were a law enforcement officer and how you’ve been on the job for about 7 years.

I admired your lovely face and nearly wanted to Shout like the cats from Tears for Fears.

Long shapely legs, slim waist, protruding assets that accented your silhouette.

100% eye candy that fellas dream about – hoping they can get.

I was very honest with you about my “complicated” situation and such.

I just wanted to keep it real by putting it out in front so I’ll know right away if it would trouble you too much.

You appreciated that I was real with it and you shared some things about yourself.

I was very impressed with you. You were for certain top-shelf.

The DJ was jammin’ but the dance floor was empty.

We decided to show people how it’s done – just you and me.

As you swayed and gyrated to the music I wished that I could pour you into a cup.

I knew that you would be a sweet nectar and I would greedily drink you up.

Girl, those knee-hi boots and that short black dress.

Inside of my mind I was drooling and was a sloppy hot mess.

Your perfume was intoxicating – it smelled so good I felt like a junkie on purple hazey.

The Fine Young Cannibals said it best, She Drives Me Crazy.

I held your body close to mine so you could feel the muscles of my manhood. I enjoyed the firmness of your flesh.

As a man I couldn’t help but think carnal thoughts of how it would be with you if we mesh.

We had a good time laughing and dancing – all eyes were on us.

It was time to go to our respective homes so we could get to work on time to avoid having our bosses having to fuss.

We exchanged numbers agreed to out soon.

When we walked outside, you were even more beautiful in the pale light Under the Cherry Moon.

Your friend and mine, me and you all jumped in the car and you all dropped us off at the train station.

You reminded me that soon you’d be going on a Caribbean vacation.

I suggested we go out this Saturday and you were down for that.

I gave you a soft kiss on your cheek and said I enjoyed the fun and the chat.

On the way home I told my boy that I had fun and that you were “Tony the Tiger GREAT!”

I am so looking forward to our first date.

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