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UnSpoken Words~~A Berna Original Poem

Spoken words
Never heard
Or uttered
Only felt…
Yet dripping slowly down my body making me melt
As those silent lyrics
Reverberate
Reechoing
In my ears
Chasing away my unromantic and incoherent fears
Your restrained rap
Consistently
Caresses my emotions
Sensually
Jeeeez the nearness of you is making me light-headed
The soundless delivery
Never leaves your lips
Yet somehow manifests itself
Into…
A delicious sweeeeet gentle yet erotic kiss
Subdued consonants and vowels
Verbally not yet said
Instead
Passion
Mutually exists..
N
I simply can’t resist
Your succulent kiss..
Touching every lil spot
Of my being~
Feelings felt are freeing
My every inhibition
Giving U silent permission
To break rank and tradition
Cause I’m ready 4 submission..
At long last!
So keep acting out those silent words
Coming back for 2nds & remarkable 3rds
I’m so enjoying this mentally passionate sensual vibe
So wonderfully felt that my mere words can hardly describe..

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

>>He Calls Me *Ma*>>

He Calls Me Ma..

My firstborn..

Inquisitive from the start

Not afraid to make his mark

Never often out of place

One step ahead in any race

Humble in every possible way

Yet..

Not afraid to have his say

I watched with pride as he took his first steps

Even more so when he eased through college prep

Rose to his defense when he was late to utter words

But..

When he began to speak he properly used verbs(& nouns)

In full sentences!

Was never an average child from birth until

Now..

Somehow I just knew he’d reach any goal he chose

And over the years he just rose and rose and rose


An outstanding mentor he’s been/IS to his brothers(and so many others)

No mother could’ve wished for a more perfect firstborn; no other!

With tear-filled eyes I watched his defense of his dissertation

Mere words couldn’t express my awe & fascination

Wow! I kept thinking>> that is MY son!

As we embark upon the few days left till his ‘last’ graduation

I feel compelled to write out my undying love & admiration

Thank you son for an amazing ride and plenty of adventures

You’ve worked so, so hard & diligently!

I’ve learned so much with you and from you..

Looking forward to vicariously enjoying all your future ventures

Your new dream job(woo hoo) & eventually your own family unit

Just..

Never stop calling me those two letters I adore; that only you call me

Ma..

And with private joy! for fun

I’ll call you those two letters that carry a beautiful melody

Dr.

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~, ~~FREE Flow of UNscripted Thoughts~~

>>FORGIVENESS<<

..Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, nor does it mean that you’ve given the message that what someone did was okay. It just means that you’ve let go of the anger or guilt towards someone, or towards yourself. But that can be easier said than done! IF forgiveness was easy, everyone would be doing it…

..This ’tis the season of love!, compassion, understanding, empathy..I can’t walk or stand as a Catholic Christian without also letting go of negative energy in my heart against those that have hurt me in the past..Forgiving IS not easy! It has meant moving beyond my own comfort zone, BUT, I sigh with relief that my heart is now pure of ANY hatred.. I AM FREE AT LONG LAST.

‘Forgiveness’ A Berna Original Poem

Mandela forgave his captors and set his soul free..
That knowledge certainly had an impact on me
Yet..
I didn’t have the courage to forgive on my own
For so long I’ve had fears that were unknown
But..
A living angel whispered in my ear
True trusted friend & confidant that I adore!
Boosted me UP & convinced me to face fear
Head ON..
I hadn’t realized I could hurt a person by feeling hate
Max of hypocrisy…
To hate=hurt someone who wished to bring harm my way
I am not proud to admit..
It had grown so easy to DO and feel
Try as I must to always keep it real
And..
To live life out loud
And so yesterday I made a vow
To me/myself/and I
I will not hold chains on anothers’ soul
That is not how I get down nor roll
What I fear more than any person on earths’ wrath
Is ruining my relationship with God; my path..
2
Eternal life
So I dumped the hate from my heart in an instant

With hardly advance notice..
Poof!
Erased . Gone. No twisted motives..Just freedom of spirit!
I can’t soar being bogged down with negative internal ‘ish
And soar..
Is what I was created/born 2 do…
To myself I’ll always be true
Who knew?
Saying, I forgive you would help me to grow stronger
I’ll not fear for my safety; not a day longer
I’m a protected & very loved! child of God~~
My soul , and my colorful spirit!, has been set free.

****FOOTNOTE = Because of the concerns/comments I’ve had from folks who knew of the seriousness of what I forgave(they’re shocked I could forgive) ..I feel inclined to leave a footnote & then I won’t deliver any explanations thereafter..I’ve been asked questions @How do you know the person is sincere? How do you know the ‘ish is truly over?…Truth IS I don’t know if the person is sincere..I’ve no crystal ball & I’ve not yet learned how to read minds..To forgive someone doesn’t mean the scar is gone..To forgive someone does NOT mean you trust them; because in this case I certainly do NOT.(I can never trust liars) To forgive someone doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be friends; because in this case we certainly will NOT be..It is not on the person who forgives to know 100% if the person seeking forgiveness is sincere or legitimate..But in my book this is now a closed book. It is OVER(& actually should’ve been from the onset..) The onus now lies with the person who seeks forgiveness to own up & let things GO. DISCLAIMER = I’m not advising anyone to forgive someone , until you’re ready. No one has the right to ask another to forgive someone..I didn’t mean to imply that in my poem..Forgiving someone is a personal matter. I think we can all learn from one another; thus my reason for sharing this subject matter with my poem****

“He who is devoid of the power to forgive, is devoid of the power to love.” Quote by Martin Luther King, Jr

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Politically INcorrect * Verbalization*

Reeking of vulnerability & dripping sincerity
Not seeking to don Harry’s cloak of invisibility
Fully present in the moment..
Head first I plunge into my cerebral mental state
Where everything is light in actual weight
Yet heavy
..

I
am
drifting
deep
in
thought


Reflections of a time now so very far backintheday
Least a generation back when to ‘talk’ meant to say
Words voice to voice
Now there’s a choice
But at what cost?
Something has been lost
Inflections don’t get injected
Body language missed..Neglected
Not to mention the lack of social skills
Society seems not to care what it kills..
These days

Anyways
I
digress
..

Coincidentally what I do the best
My gift from God, yep , I’m blessed
Is verbalize
Yet
I realize
It might be a fading fad
*sigh* I find that sad

But I persist!
Just can’t resist
the urge to be who i BE
Preferred mode of communication?
Speak with me & to ME

Dayuuum~

Nothing can replace staring into another’s eyes
Peering deep into their soul as their brows rise
My need to connect with others is strong
I simply refuse to believe that’s wrong
Going along with status quo just ‘ain’t my style
Following my vibe without a script nor backup file
Call me old-fashioned if you like..I truly care less

Real talk for real~

I know everything that IS; isn’t always for the best
Text queen that I am ..ahhh I love it so in a pinch, I really do!
So dang convenient time wise; yet
Nothing easily gained comes for free..this I know 2 be true
I guess if verbalizing indeed has become passé
I’d much rather be told that face to face

Nothing will ever replace
Or take the place
Of
Verbalization
~

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

>>DARE 2 b DiFfeReNt<<~Poetry A Berna Original~

>> DARE 2 b DiFfErEnT<<

In a crowd
Be not afraid
To live life out LOUD~
Even if those around try to dim your light
Fight to remain uniquely YOU with all your might
Unapologetically comfy in your own skin
IN spite of it not being the color that is IN
Against all odds strive to be irreplaceable
Footsteps sure & backwards not traceable
BE not afraid
Dare to be different..
In a crowd the one to inquire and ponder
Let your creativity stretch and wander..
Even if those around you ALWAYS try to dim your light
Fight! ..in forward motion till naysayers are out of sight
Be the difference the world yearns to birth
1 life 2
LIVE~
DO yours …Express your 2 cents or pence worth
In a crowd the one others are drawn towards
Funny how it works out that way~
Seek excellence and not just for the rewards
Be not afraid
In a crowd full of fad-followed dark, stark styles & hues
Don your beloved BRIGHT colors right down to your shoes
Dare to be different..
Until the last note of your life’s song has been sung
Cherish the fact you sang as only U could have done
Be not afraid to speak out even when your voice shakes
Someone may need to hear the message your words make
In a crowd
Live life out LOUD~
Even though some will try to dim your light
Hang onto your dreams. Fight the good fight!
Dare to be different..


Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

The ONE~Fathers Day Tribute 2 My Daddy

A Berna Original Poem **The One**

Daddy, I learned what a real man is from watching you..

Over the  years you’ve shown me you’re proud of all I do

Always saying remember ‘ Your Daddy loves YOU’

As I headed out into the world full of great BIG dreams

You taught me tough lessons; that all isn’t always as it seems

Yet ..

In my innocent naiveté

And..

My vision blurred by a rose-colored monocle

Even in present tense..

You rose to my defense

No matter the offense

Your words ‘I’d kill a rock over YOU’ rang always in my ears

My Daddy loves me! became my silent mantra on my darkest nights

And there have been many..

Your Alphaness/Your Leadership/Your Compassion/Your unwavering discipline/Your knack for figuring out the tough stuff!/Your intelligence/Your avid love of reading & knowledge!/Your hearty laughter/humor

ALL of that sums UP to what I want in a man, nope!, it is what I neeeed in my ‘The One’

Nothing less will do or I’d rather have none

The lessons you taught me without ever even trying

Lawd!

IF I think about that long list now I’ll for sure start crying

As the tears flow

I certainly know

You’ll gently stand by till they cease~

The strength I feel now within my heart

Earned from Life’s heavy! hammer upon my back

From

time to time..

Whilst in my background you always reminded me of where I’d come from

That there was nothing I couldn’t survive or DO if I set my mind on IT

You see..

Its because YOU believed in me always that I now STAND

Even sans my ‘The One’ , yes! you taught me I CAN..

So I’m all grown UP now & have finally found my way

All that you’ve given me; I could hardly ever repay

But just find comfort that I’m sincerely happy doing ME

I’m ever evolving into the person God created me to B~

And even once I’m again my ‘The One’s ‘ loving wife

You’ll forever & always be the #1 man in my Life.

Happy Fathers Day Daddy!

Love always and always, Bernadette

 ~~My UNsolicited AfterWord~~ EVERY little girl deserves from BIRTH not only a Father; but a Daddy! A girl’s first impression of what a man IS..stems directly from her own Dad or lack OF. Think about that for a minute & the impact that can have on a girl-to-woman’s life. The relationship between a girl/woman and her Daddy WILL(not maybe..) affect every love relationship she has with a man in her life. Exclamation point. Period. Thus, I feel its highly important for men to be engaged Dads..for doesn’t the lack of impact all of society in the long run? Yes! it does in far too many ways to list here. IF you make them; tend to them! Would one make a cake? Then walk away from it & leave it unattended in the oven? Hecks no..and a child is something that does not ask to be created. ANY man can bring a child into the world; it takes a REAL man to raise them. Regardless of happenstance of the relationship that the child was born of; children need to be raised by , at the least!, both parents. One thing I can’t respect is a man who did NOT have a hand in raising their child. In my world there is a word for that; and I won’t disgrace my poem tribute to my Daddy by printing it here. But if the shoe fits; U already know. I hope Fathers out there reading this realize YOUR importance. Material things, above a child’s needs, do NOT matter. When said child is grown? They won’t recall the Iphones, Xboxes, or over-priced designer clothes you purchased or couldn’t afford to purchase..what they will forever recall is your LOVE. I’ve found its when we have the least material possessions that the preciousness of  Love is recognized in our lives..Or least thats the way I see IT. 2 All the Daddys/Fathers/Pops/Pa’s out there heres wishing you a very , very HAPPY FATHERS DAY. *You are appreciated/needed!/honored/adored..LOVED*

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

~~Love is NOT just a VeRb~~**Self-Challenge**Poetry a Berna Original

loveexpressionsIt feels so good to B..Loved! Coming  at me  from every angle of my life thus feeding me with desire to express lyrically..Challenging myself to stretch higher & higher in poetic verse. >>COMING SOON..Going to have to shelf this one for a minute, its not coming to me quick enough to write out. Good things can’t be rushed. Stay tuned<<

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

^^^^SURREALITY^^^^

Bookmarking this spot..this is a Self challenge to attempt to express where I’m at, in the here & now, this is the best word I can use to describe it…Never been here before yet its a feeling SO beautiful; I only wish I could bottle it up to save some for all tomorrows & share it with all of my loved ones, extended family of friends & y’all..Hopefully before  weekends’  end I’ll have penned it..No guarantees on that , for I’ve learned not to rush creativity. Just letting it flow freely..

**Surreality**As defined or re-defined by lil ole me= A state of being in a place ~N~ time in which reality is met full-ON by things I prayed for , dreamt of, wished for!, dared to reach  for  and most certainly worked hard for… A state of constant  resisting pinching myself to check if I’m really awake. A state of dealing even with “crisis” with a brand-new grace-that-isn’t-quite-perfect-but-a-major-improvement-of-the-way-I-used-to-overstress-over-crisis. A state of not being able to complain about a thing! & more often than not. ** Hoping I can  get lost in the translation as I mark this place in time poetically..

^^^^SURREALITY^^^^

 

~~~God brought me out of darkness into rays of sunshine SO  bright I have to blink

And walking shakily/steadily! with quickness of pace further away from the brink

Here I stand

Happy! even sans a man

Who knew?

Exhaling    Inhaling deeply   Taking a moment to catch my breath..

Breathing

Lacing together all the pieces , the lovely remnants & memories of my life

Please don’t dare wake me if I’m traipsing while asleep

I pray! the Lord my soul to keep

Always in His hands

Here I stand

Trying not to get overwhelmed by the overwhelmingness of it all

Refusing to back up /can’t go back/won’t look back/catch me if I ..

Fall

Exhaling     Inhaling deeply   Taking a moment to catch my breath..

Breathing

Perfect  ,ever so perfect, in my complete & utter imperfection

Waiting patiently, sort of… on my very last Love connection

The final step towards the embrace that will hold me for life

Oh! how I yearn to once again be my ‘the 1’s’ coveted wife

He is close, so close I just feeeel it deep down in my bones

So..

Here I stand

Inhaling all that is good /feeling just like I thought it would except..

Better!

Who knew?

Flanked by my beloved parents whose adoring love lifted me UP

Loved all the hurts & pain away

I’m finally having my say

Does life get much better than it is today?

If so..

Please, please don’t wake me if I’m traipsing while asleep

I pray! my soul always my Lord to keep

Not afraid anymore ..there is nothing to fear.. ‘cept living UP to my potential

Still a ways 2 GO

Learning along the way, loving! all in my path. Main lesson? GOD is essential

Here I stand

Smiling even when I feel pain ,knowing, that too will pass

One has to know pain to truly appreciate joy in this life

I swear I can see the light

This time and place seems so surreal

My excitement I can’t hardly conceal

Lusting for life and all that it brings

Most days my heart is full..I just feel like singing!

Out loud

Here I stand

Exhaling    Inhaling deeply   Taking a moment to catch my breath..

Breathing in my surreality~~~

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~, ~~FREE Flow of UNscripted Thoughts~~

~MaMa LoVe~ HAPPY 51ST ANNIVERSARY MOM & DADDY~I LOVE U BOTH ALWAYS!

~Happy Mother’s Day to ALL the Mothers!  that are here today & those that have passed on to greener pastures..This is my sincere tribute to the woman who gave me life and has given me UNconditional love my entire life journey..She has inspired me to be all the woman I can BE/was meant to BE/and strive to BE..Daily I reach higher above my own expectations of Self; to be even half the woman she is. I love you always Mama, Sincerely your only daughter Bernadette~

~~Bonded forever since first feeling your heartbeat against my face

I’ve been loved from the warmth of the womb & on..

Such priceless lessons you’ve shown me that life isn’t ever  a race

Its to be savored sweetly like a good ole Motown song..

How can I ever walk a mile in my Mama’s lovely shoes?

I can’t!  so I stopped trying to be anything other than ME

And

I

Am

Glowing..

Taught me so well good manners, be true to myself and how to deal with lifes rules

And regulations ..

Long before Steve Harvey, Mama told me BE a lady but think like  a MAN

Mama said ‘ain’t nothing a woman can NOT do; with a  well laid plan

Oooo how you reign Mama sooo high UP on my list of those I admire

You’re my #1 pick .. on  my old lonely dark days you begged me not to lose my internal fire

The flicker now has grown to a full flame!

Each step I take you’ve always been right there at my side

Beaming with joy, love, and unquestionable motherly pride

Without a single doubt I’d not be the woman that I am

Had it not been for a Mama that always said you can!

Mere words can’t express whats deeply embedded in my heart

But I couldn’t be happier you’ve been there with me from the word, start.

For all of these things & more that emotions won’t permit me to say..

Happy Mother’s Day Mama I love you now and every , single day~4ever sincere Bernadette(Berna the 1 & only)

Posted in ***DPCHALLENGE, Motivational!, Positive Movement Topic, ^Encouraging Words, ^^Thought Provoking^^, ~Poetry A Berna Original~, ~~FREE Flow of UNscripted Thoughts~~

**I am so HIGH..**

I am so high on life..

Deliciously and naturally  smashed

*My old way of thinking/feeling/BEing?*

Cached

Somewhere far away backintheday…

Before

I

Was

Here

I’m reaching higher and higher

Called my own cease fire

From my old worst opposition

In a forever state of remission

The she that used to be me..

I am so high on life!

Stressing less & less

Useless

I confess..

Didn’t get here on my own

Even though I’m quite grown

Finally !  learned I’d never walked alone..

Before

I

Was

Here

But no more talk of days gone by & yester-years

Long forgotten past haunts ,pursuits and fears

Manipulating  A,B,Cs with my pen to the max

Vibing floetically my mental is set on: relax

Sashaying thru life while to myself staying true

Free at last! to do what only I can do as I do

So unlike..

Before

I

Was

Here

I am so high on life that I can kiss the sky

Any higher I might just think I really can fly     

Laughing out loud so much from the inside out

No longer restrained and free of self doubt

Wrapped UP in my uniqueness & originality rules

Bringing it back till its once again “in” ; even cool

My eyes lifted up to the heavens so  thankful my God is patient

HE walked beside me all the while and long before I believed..

I’ve left behind all the things I thought I knew and perceived

Before

I

Was

Here ~

High on life

 

 

 

Posted in ***DPCHALLENGE, *DP CHALLENGE>Post A Day*, ~Poetry A Berna Original~, ~~FREE Flow of UNscripted Thoughts~~

~Neo Vibing~Seeking Poetry Partners~DPCHALLENGE*PostADay*B’s Way..

IF this catches on here N I’m hoping it does; I’ll make a separate blog post just for this section. Trying to integrate all facets of writing that I enjoy into my blog spot..Slowly but surely I’m getting there! Few years back I had the pleasure of being a part of a unique online poetry venture. From coast 2 coast aspiring poets came together virtually and linked up (collaborated) on joint pieces together. It was an AWESOME experience..I found that I write far better poems when I’m challenged to match the work of another poet I’m wordmeshing with. WordMeshing is a word I use to describe this type of poetry collaboration..Later as it got really gooood 2 me I began to call it NeoVibing(basically because I listen to Neo R&B music when I’m writing it..) I’ve kept those poems that were created at that time with 2 very different poets I was linked up with..So, I’m calling all poets to come and try it out! The only rules are all work must be your OWN. Also, this works best when on a call N response basis. Which means of a 2 party collaboration one person leads(calls) and the other person responds. To keep a good flow N momentum going it is best 2 respond within a couple days ..Since we’re all grown folks some of the poet pairUPS can lead to sensual poetry results..I ask that it be kept tasteful..There IS a way to be sensual while using word manipulation but with taste. (I know because I’ve done it & will post an example later when I dig it up) Last but not least have FUN and…

>This is the introduction to a collaborated collection called LoveNotes..All fiction and just going with the creative joint flow.

ITS THE WOMAN WHO SETS THE PACE

THERES NO LYRICAL RUSH ~ NO POETIC RACE

I WANT 2 SLOWWLY ENJOY OUR “VERB”AL SCENE

ALMOST 2 GOOD 2 BE TRUE ~ A POETIC DREAM..

I DIDN’T MEAN 2 TURN U ON~CERTAINLY WASN’T INTENTIONAL

PERHAPS I FORGOT 2 MENTION ~ I’M TRULY MULTI-DIMENSIONAL

MUCH MORE 2 ME THAN MEETS THE LYRICALLY  TUNED EYE

DIDN’T U KNOW? METAPHORICALLY I’M A BLACK BUTTERFLY

MORPHED BY LIFES’ EXPERIENCE FROM WHAT I USED 2 BE

WHAT AT THAT TIME I’D HAVE 2 SAY WAS JUST~ORDINARY

N

THEN..

A SPIRITUAL AWAKENING SO MINDBLOWINGLY DEEP

 REVEALED TO ME WHAT MY PURPOSE WAS 2 B

I

COULDN’T DENY IT..BLAME IT ON A DREAM..CUZ I WASN’T SLEEP

IN AN INSTANT I SAW MY LIFE FLIPLIKEPAGES  WITHIN MY MIND

WHY..

 I’VE ALWAYS BEEN UNFEIGNEDLY  NICE..EVEN SPECIALLY KIND

WHICH

AT

TIMES

WAS

MISTAKEN

4

WEAKNESS

ALL OF MY INNER STRIFE WAS LAID 2 REST THAT SWEET DAY

I FINALLY LEARNED 2 LOVE WHO I WAS ON  THAT SIGNIFICANT   DAY

INSIDE

N

OUT

FLAWS N ALL..

SO IF I APPEAR LYRICALLY COMFY WITH MYSELF

ITS CAUSE  I REALLY AM..

NOW I’M RELEASING VIBES I LONG KEPT ON A SHELF

I AM A BLACK BUTTERFLY!

FROM TIME 2 TIME MY NAKED POETIC CORE

MIGHT SNEAK OUT..

AND HAVE U YEARNING 4  MORE N MORE N MORE

LYRICALLY

LINGUISTICALLY

MENTALLY!

POETICALLY

AS… I TRY 2 GRACEFULLY TUCK IT BACK INSIDE

JUST KNO I’M 4 SURE  ENJOYN OUR LYRICAL RIDE

SO PLEASE XCUSE  MY BRIEF LITTLE SLIP-UPS

ITS PART OF THE FREE SPIRIT THAT I AM

JUST LOOK AT  IT AS A LIL  LINGUISTICAL HICCUP

FOR MY PASSION N  SENSUALITY  IS A STRONG PART OF WHO I AM

BUT THATS NOT THE ONLY THING THAT I “NEED” FROM A MAN..

INTIMACY WITHOUT MENTAL!VIBIN MEANS NADA  2 ME

SO  LET ME TAKE IT BACK 2 OUR LINKIN UP POETICALLY

FOR AFTER ALL ITS THE WOMAN THAT SETS A 2VIBE  PACE..

THERES NO LYRICAL   RUSH ~ NO POETICALLY AMPED  RACE

I’M SOOO ENJOYN OUR “VERB”AL LOVELY SCENE

ALMOST 2 GOOD 2 BE TRUE ~ A POET’S DREAM..

 

>>I can’t post the response to this(without the consent of the other party) ; but it was from a very good poet. Left this as an example/sample actually N if anyone out there wants to link up poetically..feel free to hit it and we can go from there.

 

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

FRONT ROW SEAT<

FRONT ROW SEAT ..An Original Berna Poem

Excuse me if I get a little too deep

No telling where my thoughts will creep

I’ve reserved for you a front row seat…

Allow me to provoke your mental state

As my words  penetrate your ear lobe

May they also invoke you to mentally probe..

Deeper

When did living life as a facsimile become cool?

Doesn’t originality & uniqueness still rule?

I’d really like to try to fully express

So no need for U to wonder or guess

Whats on my mind

Allow me to unwind..

Deeper N deeper

While manipulating my A,B,Cs to the MAX

Your mind nor mine am I attempting to tax

Lets rewind back a ways in time

When chillaxing  didn’t cost a dime

Virtual world didn’t even yet exist

Life was simpler then ooooO I can’t resist..

Reflecting back for a just bit N taking U with me

Remember the time? as MJ sings it so sweeeetly

~We ride oh! we ride as Mary J says; back in time~

Weren’t  things felt N shared then more intense?

Deeeeeper

When did the UNauthentic phase commence?

I want 2 go deeeeper

Backinthedays just as Al Green crooned For the Good Times

Attempting 2 grasp a  retro vibe phonetically thru my rhymes

Can I ? GO deeeeper

Please! As I lay down my floetic flow at your feet

Sitting ever so comfortably in your front row seat

Allow me to freeeeely do what only I can do, as I do, what I DO

Sashaying my *words*  onto paper while 2 myself still staying true..

Weaving my way into your cerebral mental table

Just know that I’m oh! So capable N able

2

Do

Just that

Matter of fact

I don’t require an audience or applause

Bcause I’m sincerely writing for a cause

4 vibing phonetically for me is a releaseee

When penning my flow I’m truly at peace..

Exclamation mark ~ Period

Posted in =Self Discovery=, Motivational!, ^Encouraging Words, ^^Thought Provoking^^, ~Poetry A Berna Original~

@It is the Simple Things that are priceless..

~~IT’S THE SIMPLE THINGS

WHEN THINKING OF WHAT MATTERS TO ME MOST

MY MATERIAL “THANGS” DON’T EVEN COME CLOSE

THANKFUL EACH N EVERY  MORNING I OPEN MY EYES

EAGERLY I RUN OUTSIDE TO WATCH THE SUNRISE!

NATURES’ WONDERS..ONE OF GOD’S SWEETEST GIFTS

2 US

PLUS

DOESN’T COST A SINGLE  DIME

STOPPING 2 SMELL THE ROSES IS PART OF MY DAILY GRIND

THOSE LITTLE PLEASURES THAT EXCITE ME TILL I’M ON FULL

HAS TAUGHT ME 2 NOT SWEAT SMALL STUFF~NO TIME 4 BULL

FOR REAL!

STILL..

A DAILY CALL FROM MY MOMMA IS A PURE DELIGHT

OR DADDY BUZZING ME..

JUST 2 MAKE SURE MY HEADS’ STILL SCREWED ON TIGHT

USED TO TAKE THESE THINGS FOR GRANTED

BEFORE MY FEET WERE FIRMLY PLANTED

NOW HIGH ON MY LIST OF ADORATIONS

R MY SONS MANY “TEXT” ABBREVIATIONS..

“U’RE ON MY MIND MOMS N I LUV U”

CAN QUICKLY FLIP MY MOOD WHEN I’M BLUE

OH ITS THE SIMPLEST OF THINGS

THAT MY PUREST JOY CLINGS

FEELING SO HECKOFA  AWESOME IN MY OWN SKIN

KNOW XACTLY WHERE I’M HEADED N WHERE I’VE BEEN

AS EACH NEW DAY IS BORN COMES A NEW OPPORTUNITY

TO SHARE LOVE N LAUGHTER~WHILST PROMOTING UNITY

*PRICELESS AND IRREPLACEABLE THINGS THAT MONEY CAN’T BUY*~~An Original Berna Creation , Jan 2010

I recently, very, had a conversation with someone N I said.” I AM  a complex, multidimensional person. I AM a person who is a compilation of  ALL that I’ve been thru/experienced  since birth till now N survived. Years back I thought I wouldn’t live to see 50 yrs of age and yet! here I AM knocking on the door of 50 yrs of age. Having lived thru some things the average person may not have survived. N yet! I think I AM an average person trying to do extraordinary things. I feeeel I AM different &  uniquely created to be ME”  And their response was, “But is that good way   2  describe  yourself to someone who doesn’t yet fully know you?” My response. “I think it is, because it is makes UP who I am. And it is the TRUTH as I see it because I know MYself”.. I mean sure it would have “sounded” better to say I’m a simple person with simple needs; or would it?? Personally? I don’t know that I care to spend much time around people who are simply “simple”. And yet I guess it would depend on what ones’ definition of simple IS. After all I’ve lived long enough to discover that as individuals we can often times have different descriptions of things.  Sometimes altering definitions to our own circumstance or situation.  Yep, I’m having some deep thoughts this morning and trying to work through it doing what I love best..writing  it out. So please bear with what I’m almost certain will be a ton of run-on sentences. Understand that is how quickly my thoughts are flowing, in every way possibly imagined, and I’m just thankful I can type @ 90 wpm to keep UP with my…..thoughts. So anywayz as I sat to write at my usual Odark thirty time frame I found myself yearning for what I said I’d work on getting to a couple years ago. Simple things. I dug up this poem I wrote over 2 years ago to prove to myself I had indeed come to a time N place in life that I yearned to appreciate , Simple Things. I want to get back 2 that and have promised MYself  this morning that I’d take a minute to reflect on this week N the simply beautiful things I’m thankful for.

And so earlier this week I took “time” to call my EXmominlaw on her birthday. A woman who has meant & does mean so much 2 me. She stills calls me daughter and I still call her my 2nd Momma….I made sure I called her during my lunch break so it would be early her time. California time. I did not want a good part of the day , her day!, to go by without personally wishing her a happy Bday. Simple things like that matter 2 me..the little things that say I care! I could’ve sent a card. Or a gift card. Or flowers. But I wanted to actually hear her voice. In a world in which I feel has become less N less personalized I still strive to give personal parts of me to loved ones. And it is what I yearn for in return. But anywayz I called her. Her joy in me calling on HER bday was tangible. I could feeeeel and hear it thru the phone. It was warm! It was sincere. IT was genuine.  And I let her talk..I was straining to hear her as I dodged people in a crowded Mall frantically trying to get to the food court because I was starving! Yet, there both of us were. Connected, thank God, by a cell phone connection that I thanked my lucky stars didn’t disconnect. Gotta love Verizon! As I listened to this woman talk who I’m no longer connected to legally ..Who has known me and I her for over 23 yrs..A woman who tho I’m no longer with her son LOVES/ADORES me I realized how much of a blessing that IS. For here is a person who has seen me grow N grow, watched my sons grow N grow, and herself grown N grown…and the love is sooooo strong it can be felt thru a cell phone connection. It warmed my day to warm her day!  2 spend TIME with her even tho there were a ton of people around me in that Mall and I struggled to hear her. We both gained a mutual satisfaction from that “simple” phone call. And yet when I called I was just calling to make sure I gave her what she deserves. A personal phone call instead of an ecard/card/flowers/gift card/plant/or expensive gift sent in the mail. I gave her something far more priceless and gained from it MYself. WOW.  To give a little bit of oneself totally for another can result in a warm, fuzzy feeeeeeling for the giver.  Go figure! And so even though I recently find MYself pondering if and when I’ll truly have TIME to invest in a lifemate that I so desire should he come crashing suddenly into my world…I think in working thru those thoughts as I, write, that someway somehow! I’ll find the time..I want to leave U and myself with that final thought on this topic. Lets find the TIME 2day to simply spend time with those we love and care about. Period. Til I write again stay UPlifted N always remember 2 count your blessings 2day N everyday. 4ever sincere, Berna(the one n only)

Posted in @Cultural, ^Encouraging Words, ^^Thought Provoking^^, ~Poetry A Berna Original~

~Single Sista’s Anthem~An Original Berna Creation

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Single Sista’s Anthem(Message to my younger Sistas)*An Original Berna Creation*

Alright ya’ll I’m amidst your ranks so don’t get angry nor mad

But I’ve got a few things to say I collected on my mental notepad..

Notes I saved along the way of lifes’ journey  for myself

Dusting them off N taking them  down from the shelf

N its about high time

2 lighten it UP by rhyme

Which is what I do best

So let me address..

While I can’t agree with all Steve Harvey wrote about..

Though it made for an excellent read no doubt(yep , I read it)

I have to admit he did indeed make *some* good points

N to some of you what I’ve got to say might disappoint

But 1 must stay true 2 themselves at the end of the day

I sincerely now believe what I’m about to lay down & say

WE can often send very mixed messages to our brothas

Wanting a husband yet we all to often accept a role of a lover

Have we forgotten what our Dads  taught us long ago about getting free milk from a cow??

When a man won’t wait for our “treasure” our response should be …ciao!

And yet we think we can change him all the while knowing its not so

One day we look UP and wonder where did all the precious  years go..

As we waited relentlessly for a frog to change into a Prince

Until we no longer have even got ourselves convinced..

That

He

Will

Change

The beauty of life is each day brings all of us a new chance

To re-evaluate our position & re-think our stance

Whilst we wait for ‘the one’ to discover us we have to work on US

We must stop throwing our own selves under the bus

The added bonus of being in a state of singleness..a plus

Is time to get our shiiite together.. pardon  me if thats too brusk!

A goal of mine is to keep it real with myself N likewise with U

And I’m in a phase of my life where to myself I first vow to be true..

By manipulating nouns N verbs I pray my message is seeping through

Stead of worried only about what a man is bringing to the table

Shouldn’t we be more concerned with making sure our lives are  solid..stable?

Lord above gave us all the tools N skills to be fully capable N able

WE rein supreme as the 1st Mother of ALL mankind

Any man who can’t see our attributes has GOT to be blind

“I” once lost myself  but now by the Grace of God I’ve found “me”

For 2 yrs now I’ve sworn to celibacy/learning to love ME/and taking time to just BE..

Single by choice and building UP every  single part of MY life ..I am finally, finally so FREE

I say to ya’ll with the utmost respect, sincerity N bonded by blood in  Sistahood

Love starts from within and only then will a Brotha love us like he should

WE are far much more than a pretty face, curvy hips N  big butt

R* E *S *P* E *C *T starts with how one thinks of oneself

Mama taught me long ago even if I only had one dress on the shelf..

Dress for success..So looking my best is 4ever on my mind

Translation: Cover UP your breast  N your big  behind!

Sexy,  doesn’t mean we have to be naked or half nude

Heck in American society that’s still considered CRUDE

Unless

One isn’t trying to attract a husband N instead a pimp

My message is clear ..via words I will not ever skimp

Lyrically using  every part of the alphabet from A thru Z

Praying with all my might ya’ll are really feeeeling me

As I try to relay my lifes lessons  learned the hard way

Trying  hard to keep a floodgate of  emotions at bay

Hoping my poetic flow can help save a young Sista from wasted years  N heartache

For it can often take many moons 2 recover from heart~break

If ya’ll take away nothing more from my collection of mental notes

Let it be said that I tried to infer a lot more than what I actually wrote..

~N~

In my heart of hearts I know God created a man who was born to love just ME

When he discovers me he will look upon me with familiarity

He will see my warm  inner spirit and soul through my eyes

Cherish me as if he’s won the worlds’ biggest lottery prize

Loyalty won’t be an issue*he’ll be worthy of my trust

He will know that with me communication is a must

But

What I wish for you is to know/feel these same things

Know that you were CREATED to be loved & adored by a KING

N though I’ve saved this type of love for my very last

I don’t possess a crystal ball nor  Alice’s  looking glass

Yet I yearn for you to take heed N learn from my past

Strive for YOUR  goals and to your dreams stand fast

Everything about you should represent a beautiful Black butterfly

I’m hopeful you’ve read something here that to your life you can apply..

_Bottom Line_

Always love yourself more than even the ‘flyest  guy

N

When he discovers you 2gether you’ll experience the highest of highs(Real Love)

 

 

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

*LOVE*

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Universal language that no words need be spoken..

Love

Can mend a heart thats been ripped apart N broken..

Love

Causes laughter to form N flow from the inside out..

Love

Can ya’ll relate? Know what I’m singing praises about?..

Love

Rains softly down touching all crevices  of my desires..

Love

Putting 2 rest all N each  of my internal raging fires..

Love

Bruised but not broken from lifes inescapable lessons..

Love

Taught me to count each N every one of my blessings!..

Love

Has nothing to do with what one is expecting to receive..

Love

Moreso about what one *gives* or least thats what I believe..

Love

Something that is felt by others without extra exertion..

Love

Unconditional N eternal..knows not about desertion..

Love

Cure for all ailments/world hunger/and can end wars..

Love

Seeps freely and seamlessly  from ones’ external pores..

Love

Given at no cost with no guarantees of a  return receipt..

Love

Yet the possible pay back  is so irreplaceably  sweeeet..

Love

Not sure if I’m expressing this with appropriate finesse..

Love

But in my opinion love given N received is simply..priceless..

Love

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Posted in @Cultural, ^Political, ~Poetry A Berna Original~

~~Berna’s Tribute 2 President Barack Obama~~

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44th N 45th soon to BE

So personal its become to me

This entire political process

I sincerely have to confess

I’ve grown tyeeeed of this mess!

My feelings are difficult to compress

With sincerity and conviction I will try to express…

Who knew that even with 4 years of slow but steady progress

(And) endured every single ploy, stall tactics, N Republican tests

Having given Americans  his all N his very best

That President Obama would still have to impress

Not only the fickle masses but some of his very OWN

Certainly the latter couldn’t have even possibly known

The irreversible damage done by their blatant treason

*Lord, why must some of us need more of a reason…

2 stand united other than having been born BLACK?*

I must apologize for I digress

My mental still trying to digest…

The 3 ring circus that has become our political process

Whats going to happen from day 2 day is anyone’s guess

Bear with me as I break this down N take it apart

Feeeeeling every keystroke written word in my heart**

May author of ‘Dreams of My Father’ hear my prayer

N please know for some of us this is a personal affair

Your ‘Audacity of Hope’ motivated me to keep reaching

HIGHER

To always dare to dream/share what I’ve learned/ N to

INSPIRE

You’ve inspired Black children they can BE anything they aspire to be

That message also resounded ever so loudly to ME

When a little boy asked to touch your hair * a request so rare

You understood why N let him * because you truly care…

I pray for YOU each and every single day when I rise

Daily silently hoping your values you won’t compromise

Many of us know this race shouldn’t rightfully be close

Unless Americans sincerely want yet another ‘Bush dose

WE stand behind you millions mighty and forever strong

Wanting you to stay in the White House where YOU belong!

 

Posted in @Cultural, PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA, ^Encouraging Words, ^Political, ~Poetry A Berna Original~

*I made FREEdom count I VOTED early this morning..

Today I felt as if I’d explode if I went a day longer without voting. I just wanted N neeeeded to get it done N over

with. I’d awakened at O’dark thirty, was already showered N dressed for Mass N alll amped UP..Plus the 2 cups of

coffee I had made me feel like I could literally run to the library to vote..but..instead I tried to patiently wait for

my Mom to get ready. We were going to head to Mass after I voted. Now I don’t know why things happen to me that

are ripe for recanting in a story but I swear anything you read from my fingertips..truly happened. So anywayz I

was standing in line outside of the library. As I said I was all amped UP and kept trying to peek over the heads in

front of me to see if the line was moving. It wasn’t. I kept mentally attempting to will the line to move cause I

didn’t want my Mom to have to wait on me. But I reallly reallly wanted to vote N get my “I voted” sticker. Done

deal-cast my vote-cause I am sure the line will be even longer during the week after I get off work. So as I was

standing there all of a sudden behind me I keep  hearing the name of the “other guy that I’d NOT vote for if he was

the only one on the ballot” Over and over this woman kept saying his name. And LOUD. People started rubber

necking trying to see exactly who this was. I could hear her saying”I am going to buy a so & so shirt just like

Susie’s!” “I  can’t wait till so & so wins this election!” and etc etc yada yada. Well I began to feel as if I was hearing

“the other guy’s name moreeee than I’d heard it on the boob tube” And I was sick N tired of hearing it. It took

every ounce of my Christian bearing & physical being not to turn around and say would you shut UP pleaseeeee.

But a. I didn’t want to lose my temper on my way to church! b. I didn’t want to get booted out of the line for

causing a disturbance(as IF her mouth wasn’t one) c. I don’t know how to fight N I didn’t know how sane she

was..So I just started humming to over ride her big mouth. I can’t tell you right now what the heck I was

humming. But I was secretly wishing I had my Iphone headset and I’d have plugged in to my tunes. And then the

line began to move..faster and faster and faster. I could finally see the door of the library. I began to feel

butterflies in my tummy. I could no longer hear the  loud woman’s voice behind me. My entire focus was on the

library door. And a guy kept coming out saying 4 more can come in..etc..I was next in line! I was praying for the

minutes to hurry up so my Mom wasn’t waiting forever. I began to get prepared and took out my license and my

voter card. I was ready! 2nd time in my life I’d get to VOTE for President Barack Obama. 2nd time in my lifetime

I’d voted early for a brother. 2nd time in my life I felt as if  my life depended on this single VOTE. I could see a

woman coming out of the library. A Sista. And she had Obama buttons allll across the front of her shirt . I didn’t

think that was allowed at a polling place. But boy was I glad to see her! I almost ran up to her & hugged her. She

nodded and smiled. And I nodded and shot her a big koooolaid grin. I had my sample ballot gripped in one hand. I

had my purse slung over my shoulder . I had my license and voter card in my other hand. I was ready. And

then..the woman who was behind me said something. Was like a mosquito buzzing around my ear that I just

wanted to SWAT. I was tired of her yapping. And she said LOUDLY I can’t believeeeee they let her in the building

with allll those Obama buttons on. I mean she was LOUD. The entire line of people froze. The Sista froze. I froze. For

a split second I think that Sista thought about clocking that woman. But we locked eyes and I shook my head.

Wasn’t worth it. And this was no little Sista either she’d have probably laid that woman out flat! She smiled at me

again and rolled her eyes at the woman & left. It was my turn to go in..yeaaaaaaaa. I was feeling all flushed and

eager. I wanted to sprint to my voting booth but there were other people in front of me. Slowwww people. Fast

forward..I walked towards the exit doors after voting and got my **I made freeeedom count I voted sticker!* How

such a small piece of paper could bring me such JOY. My vote was cast. My vote would be counted. There was a

record amount of early voters yesterday(even higher than 2008) and I’m sure there was today also. I was ONE of

them. Made me feel like I’d done something for my sons future, my parents future, my future and YOURS. And

even if your voting experience isn’t as “storytellable”(a Bernaism…a word created by Berna) I do hope you enjoy

voting even half as much as I did..Save yourself some time N have your sample ballot filled out prior to heading to

the polls. Takes 2 mins to fill the form out from your sample ballot. Takes far longer N holds the line up with people

who haven’t even read the ballot. We can’t afford to lose  this one. Lets make  our guy the 45th President!