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For His Purple Highness, Prince

Posted by tpegonline on April 21, 2016

Rest in peace, Prince. You are by far my favorite artist. I will miss your awesome live shows. I’ve never felt so sad about the loss of an artist. He was so much more than that to me. His music is the soundtrack of my life. This poem is dedicated to you. #salute #prince #whendovescry

*Song titles are capitalized.

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“For His Purple Highness, Prince”

© 2016 Tyrone Turner
All rights reserved.

Today, those in the spirit realm are going to PARTY LIKE IT’S 1999 and cause a HOUSEQUAKE.

Confetti is going to fall like PURPLE RAIN and people gonna do like Beyonce says and get in formation while wearing a RASPBERRY BERET and PINK CASHMERE.

Yeah he caused a lot of CONTROVERSY, but all of his fans would say that they did indeed ADORE him.prince

He would tell us to let others know that we love them and to give them 1,000 HUGS AND KISSES.

The best things in life are free and they don’t have to be DIAMONDS AND PEARLS.

Listen closely; WHEN DOVES CRY they are saying, “I WOULD DIE 4 U.”

Live your life and ROCK HARD IN A FUNKY PLACE and eat and drink what you like even if it is STARFISH AND COFFEE.

Avoid getting caught up in the POP LIFE, because all this craziness in the world is a SIGN O’ THE TIMES.

He made a right on ALPHABET STREET and has rode off into the horizon in a LITTLE RED CORVETTE being chauffeured DARLING NICKKI who cleaned up her act and is now a LADY CAB DRIVER.

He told us about THIEVES IN TEMPLE who try to rob us UNDER THE CHERRY MOON.

The Grim Reaper gave him a KISS that has made his body cold. He was the CREAM and he rose to the top.

He is a PARTYMAN, so I am sure his soul is doing the BATDANCE in the great beyond.

Thank you for being the prolific artist and true humanitarian you were.

NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU.

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Black Panama Babe

Posted by tpegonline on November 2, 2012

This poem is for the ladies from Barbados.

This poem is a series of 24 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 and movie titles have been hyperlinked to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com and IMDB.com.

Enjoy!

“Black Panama Babe”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

“For the benefit
of the world”
is the motto
of great Panama.

It is also the
truth about you. You’ve made the
world a better place.

There are two on your
flag, but you told me flat-out,
“Baby I’m a Star”.

You told me that you
have Jamaican, Bajan and
Trinny roots. Great-Great

Grands came over to
work on the canal. They chose
to stay and live there.

They met and married
other blacks that were there for
centuries. Escaped

Slaves. They were made to
be slaves. Kidnapped from the land
of our ancestors.

Bayano was a
famous cimarron leader
that led slave revolts.

James Brown used to sing
that “Papa Don’t Take No Mess.”
Bayano did not.

You can cook your butt
off. When you’re in the kitchen
you do miracles.

Food tastes so good it
makes me want to slap mama.
Finger-licking good.

Mmmmmm. The smell of my
favorite dish. The scent of
ropa vieja. Yum!

You are a lot of
woman. Easy on the eyes
and smooth to the touch.

Sweet on the tongue, a
breath of fresh air and music
to my ears. Awesome.

I’m don’t mean to
be fresh, but damn… Tu Pum Pum
Mami, Mami! Whew!

Good Loving day and
night. I always want to sail
your canal zone, girl.

That fly sister
named Melissa de Sousa
es Panameña.

You can ask her the
real deal. Not Taye Diggs, but I’m
The Best Man
. I’m Real.

100%.
I’m Ginuwine when I say
My Whole Life Has Changed.

For the better for
sure. When I first met you, I
had other plans for you.

In my mind I thought
that you’d be a part of my
Entourage.

But you put me in
my place. You let me know that
you’re a lady. Not a

Trick to be toyed with.
Rather a Black Woman to
be loved and pampered.

West Indian and
Spanish accent. I love it!
Black Panama Babe.

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Can We Fix It?

Posted by tpegonline on August 16, 2012

This is a Triple Rhyme Poem.

For an added multimedia experience, song titles and film/television titles are hyperlinked to their respective audio files or summary pages on GrooveShark.com or IMDB.com respectively.

This poem is a continuation of the a previous poem entitled “What Happened to Us?”

The man in this situation has reconsidered his resignation letter as being his wife’s husband.

Let’s see what happens…

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“Can We Fix It?

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

Last night, I saw Sidney Portier’s and Bill Cosby’s 70’s film called Let’s Do it Again.

This morning I heard the Staple Singers’s song Let’s Do It Again and it made me shake my head and grin.

When you keep hearing a message over and over it must be an omen so I have to take heed and pay attention.

I said a lot in my note to called “What Happened to Us?”

But I’ve been thinking and trying to salvage our marriage is a must.

We’re either going to solve our problems or it will be ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Divorce may be the end result but I’m willing to give our relationship another try.

I love us and the kids being together as I am by nature a Family Guy.

Of course I made mistakes that I approached you and confessed about and I’ll tell you why.

When trust is betrayed it is hard to restore.

The hurt tears at your heart and you feel so empty at your core.

The impulse is to throw everything away because you don’t want to cry any more.

I want to hold you and hear all about your heart like if I Was Your Girlfriend.

But I can’t’ do that for you as I am the one the committed the carnal sin.

Making love to another woman after our heated argument and drinking too many shots of gin.

Sometimes your eyes are full of hearts and other times they shoot daggers.

I am humbled by my error in judgment and am no longer one that swaggers.

The gravity and profundity of the hurt I caused as I watch my reputation crumble and shatter.

You told me that I wasn’t there for you when you were down.

I tried to be upbeat but in private I uncontrollably shed the Tears of a Clown.

I envisioned you in a designer fashion and not in a hospital gown.

I was angry that you said I didn’t care and wasn’t giving my all.

I used to curse to myslef and ask where you got the gall.

You saying I prayed for your death got me drinking a lot and my drinks tended to be way too strong and tall.

Hindsight is 20/20 but you were sick a lot, emotionally fragile, and as mean as can be.

You were so secretive about what you were going through so no one else knew about your ailments but me.

Compounded with the pressure of work and a leaner household budget I felt like I was drowning in a perilous, shark-infested sea.

I understand your anger and frustration but I was your whipping boy and suffered your tirades and wrath.

A person can take but so much and it all adds up when you do the math.

Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right, but of we agree to take a left we’ll be on a new path.

When a bone is broken it becomes stronger than it was before.

I got a lot of love to give and I want to give you more.

A fresh new start with all the trimmings is what I have in store.

There are conditions though if you choose to accept.

I want us to have an up-front agreement so that no one is surprised or becomes upset.

Let’s avoid either of us going into this blind and then later having regret.

First you have to find a hobby for yourself.

When your health got bad and even since you improved you put your interests on the shelf.

You must find a release so you can have better emotional health.

Secondly, don’t bring your anger towards coworkers or work-related projects home to me and the children.

You tend to get ticked-off easily and we have to walk on egg shells because the line between you being calm and flipping-out is so very, very thin.

My escape from your tyranny was to put on earphones and let my classic CDs spin.

Thirdly you can’t expect us to constantly have to clean up your mess.

After a long day of work and school me and the kids have or own personal stress.

You seemed to think it was alright to leave the kitchen busted when you cooked I guess.

Fourth and finally you can’t be a bitch to me then think I want I make love to you whenever you feel like it.

My soldier doesn’t march when I am called names and cursed at, don’t you get it?

A man can take but so much of this foul-mouthed shit.

Fair is fair and it goes both ways so we have to make sure that we can say we found Love on a Two Way Street.

If it is one-sided it would be like a cheeseburger deluxe with no meat.

Think about what you expect of me going forward and we’ll talk about it to see if we’re on the same beat.

If our relationship was a cake batter I would ask, “Can we mix it?”

A Tribe Called Quest asked, Can I Kick It?

But I’ll as you in the words of Bob the Builder: “Can We Fix It?”

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