Thursday, September 2, 2010

Beginning to the End

There is nothing worse than a failed marriage. It’s even worse when there are children and possessions involve. You want to do right by everyone plus keep some sense of peace and mental sobriety. I pray that I don’t lose my mind but that lose can’t be any worse then what I am currently experiencing as I find a way to depart from my much failed marriage.

I will be blogging about this as I go along so that others can understand what it’s like so that they won’t make the same mistakes I did.


Thursday, August 12, 2010

Like Father Like Daughter

I been trying to build my daddy up

Since he first broke his back

When my mother broke his heart

Failed accomplishment broke his will

His mother’s secret broke his love

Five daughters enduring hardship

Broke his spirit

The wealth in his heart

His daughter admired

Priced it invaluable

More precious than jewels

The strength of his hands

Trust acquired

Ingenuity inspired

I been trying to build my daddy up

Since I first allowed you

To lay me on my back

After you broke my heart

As my failed accomplishments broke my will

Your secretes broke my love

One daughter with a broken spirit

The wealth of my heart

He admires

Priced it invaluable

More precious than jewels

The strength of my hands

Trust acquired

Ingenuity inspired

By Yolanda Poole-Clarke

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Shooting Stars

What a crazy week I had. I am so grateful for happy endings, positive energy and feedback. I am certain that this will be a wonderful week especially being that I just published my first book onto Yes, I am pleased. I also am finishing up my table of contents for one of my poetry manuscripts. Friends I have wrote more then I ever could have imagined and I also have used some of the same titles! So now I have stories without names and as you guessed it at this moment I don’t know what to call them. Sounds like just about right. ttyl...4 I have more to say~

Friday, August 6, 2010

Near Danger Deep

They call me deep
Five foot and a half on the surface
Twenty feet deep underneath
I studied long and strong to get where I am
Dropped out of high school
To get a head start on life
That nigga don’t know me
He don’t owe me nothing
Won’t give me anything
Forever want to be in my face
During examination
There is proof he’s not studying
So why is he here?
Does he like the way his ears fill
When the pressure of deep water sets in
Does he like almost running out of air
Holding his breath
I take a deep breath
Always aware
That the surface is near

By Yolanda Poole-Clarke 8/6/2010