The man I want you to be (excerpt)

Posted by on Feb 26, 2014 in Letters to Son, Poems | 0 comments

“… I will not impose my black mentality or chant freedom songs like brigands standing on a Martin Luther King podium proudly waving their wrist-less arms to imitate a fist where hands should be, nor will I indoctrinate, instigate or insinuate a revolution as this world embraces economical, racial and sexual discrimination. In an espousal of non-violence, I will let history protest; protest against segregation and oppression, Stand for what Nelson Mandela slaved for, die for what Malcolm X died for, Sing of the freedom that Maya...

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Political Slaves

Posted by on Sep 26, 2013 in Picking Up The Pieces, Poems | 4 comments

POLITICAL SLAVES by Stephen A. Dantes (off upcoming eBook; Picking Up The Pieces)   This one is for the people out here trying to find heroes, but Looking in the direction of men riding in limos Those counting zeros that follow ones, in Euros, Whilst our unsung heroes sit around getting chemo’s.   Yes this is for the people Who can’t seem to move passed the red and yellow colours of clothes Those packing punches instead of pistols Left, right, left jabs cover gut stenches before it rises to their nose.   Yes, whilst he...

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Misyé Gouvèdman

Posted by on Aug 16, 2013 in Creole Chapbook, Poems | 0 comments

  Misyé Gouvèdman by Stephen A. Dantes   Misyé Gouvèdman Misyé pwèmyé minis Madanm Gouvènè Misyé mèt lékòl Misyé polis épi sé avoka sala ki pli bava pasé Wa èk Wen Lawòz an mwa Awou   Ou vini mété VAT ba’nou Ou di sé pou’w endé malawé kon mwen Ou di sé pou’w ennékòz mwen genyen an pen   Mé misyé minis Di mwen ki jou ou vini mandé mwen pèmisyon Di mwen ki jou ou palé ba’mwen èk mandé mwen, an maléwé, Mwen, an vèmin légliz, Mwen, an botin mizè, Mwen, ma kòkòt Flanbo épi...

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Violated

Posted by on Aug 16, 2013 in All Black Everything, Poems | 0 comments

VIOLATED by Stephen A. Dantes   She calls him rapist Age ten and she now knows what rape is. He robbed her of her innocence cause he’s racist. Now the news races on to pulpits in Sunday sermons as negro voices give praise to a deity with knees on floor mimicking reception of knighthood, but she faces a society that embraces the colour of skin over morality, one without a conscience – the only constant in her reality – and she is stripped down to the pride of her assets to make him the victim and...

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The Battle Within

Posted by on Jul 28, 2013 in Poems | 3 comments

An Emancipation Day poem by Stephen A. Dantes The Battle Within   Is he the worst man alive or just a cursed man? Yea true he was the first man -Yes, definitely the first man- And nursed her close and Sang velvet verses without words, But he somehow became a dispersed man when she traversed the dirt land. Yes, dunes of sandy dirt, mehhnn, Scattered across a universe of complication Immersed in the reverse plan that made him the hurt-man. He cried an outburst of a rehearsed stand Then he smiled a hurst of emotion raised above disbursed...

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I Love The Way You Lie

Posted by on Jul 15, 2013 in Poems | 0 comments

I Love The Way You Lie the man | the poet   THE MAN If I have wronged you for another’s sake I pray the Lord to avenge your fate But if it was no childish mistake Or even, you drove me to this state I asked of you to humbly take this as an apology, my tears as empathy, my cares as sympathy, and my fears as the best of me submitting the rest of me, Openly Ashamedly Remorsefully Sincerely To ask the better of you to forgive the moment And let’s not be in bitter conflict with the less of me, like the entanglement of a broken line...

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Valentine’s Curse

Posted by on Jul 3, 2013 in Love Doctor, Poems | 1 comment

 Valentine’s Curse by Stephen Dantes In memories kind, as much as can be recalled, she smiles  oceans  – silent treasures from fountains deep – priceless, and loves in portions that float on air so pure, she loves all flaw into submission, into perfection, and touches spots so tender, so delicate, so…     hers. … Good days are seemingly endless as love’s footprints are seen on faces that glisten, in smiles that paint portraits of forever, and tongues that fight wars passionately as libidos surpass levels of...

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Excerpt from poem, New York

Posted by on May 27, 2013 in Poems | Comments Off on Excerpt from poem, New York

NEW YORK (This is an excerpt. It may differ from final version)   … They call it the Big Apple. Never understood what was big about it until I peeled the label. See as I stood there Inspired by Words like in my last chapel I realized that I was able to be a symbol Like the man in the cool suit, Nathan A resonated melody to be that musical cymbal Completion Vibration of base beats from my Beats headphones let the bellows of the Nuyorican beat with each beat to beat me back to New York and pound the poetic trails of those wishing to...

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Ode to Love

Posted by on Dec 29, 2012 in All Black Everything, Poems | 2 comments

Ode to Love by Stephen A. Dantes   Life wants to measure you (love) by what I’m not willing to do. Instead, tell it to disprove you by what I have done, tell it to convince history that I’m wrong or tell the misery I feel in the guts of my fear that this isn’t real Tell it that ‘feel’ is just a heart misguided or that loneliness is not a broken heart that confided in a promise of possibility, a maybe , a probability.   When all else said, ‘the inevitable is what I do, and you are able to do more than I...

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Bitterness

Posted by on Jun 30, 2012 in All Black Everything, Poems | 0 comments

Bitterness by Stephen A. Dantes I am not black, I just look that way; Her colour has a chrome sparkle in the sun and yet inside her, to deny one’s origin and be as stratified as her birth-land allowed her, she claims all races within but the blackness that’s outside her, on a skin tense as melanin disgusts pride, the same blackened-ness slapped on a soul that defines her, she feels more refined with a definition of freedom that’s whiter than the shame that describes her, or the beauty denied her. I am not poor she says, I...

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