Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

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 **RELIGIOUS**, @Cultural, LOVE

**Lady in Waiting**(waiting on love..)

..Will God lay it at your feet? How long should you wait on God to send HIM? Will you know the signs that ‘the one’ has been sent from God? Limitless questions that seem to inspire more questions…>>>

Proverbs 31:10-31King James Version (KJV)

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies….

Exactly what IS a woman of virtue? As Christians we’re taught(correct me if I’m wrong..) that a woman of virtue is pure, upstanding in good character, and waits to be plucked by ‘the one’ sent by God to love only her..But what about those of us who are divorced or will never be virgins again?? Are we also supposed to wait, again? My interpretation of this scripture translates to pure of heart..

virtuous
adj
1. characterized by or possessing virtue or moral excellence; righteous; upright
2. (of women) chaste or virginal

heartwoman

I think we all interpret things; differently…Also I find that we often pick & choose what scripture we want to emulate or believe in…Is a woman any less virtuous if she employs an active hand in determining her ‘fate’? Do WE sit at home waiting for any other opportunity(i.e..career, investments etc..) to knock on our doors? The answer is simple..No, we don’t…In that aspect we use our God-given talents; to achieve our goals..Why isn’t that the same universal sentiment for Christian women seeking love? Why are so many of the belief that God is going to do it ALL? One must do their part, good works, to gain anything in this life..Right? There have been phases of praying for discernment in my life(I’m in the midst of one now..); in which I am listening to the ear of my heart..It’s my belief there IS a healthy balance between actively looking (or broadening our exposure, circles..) for a life-partner & waiting for God to send one into our lives..Being passive doesn’t get anyone anywhere! If this is truly the case then why do we hear of so many(including the video clip I posted..) willing to ‘just’ wait??? Doesn’t that mean they don’t trust their own judgement/choices at all? IF a woman’s heart is pure and she is a woman of God; can’t she be guided/led by him to choose a life-partner? Or at the least attempt to step out of her comfort zone(online dating sites, broadening social circles, etc…) in order to be discovered? Real questions. Real thoughts that I wanted to share with y’all..Feel free to chime in or share from your experiences..Stand UP women of virtue and speak on it…

Posted in ~Poetry A Berna Original~

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~

^^^^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 Lyrical Lovers Poetry Lounge~

******Erotic Word Illusion*****

This is my response to Kedo’s last piece@ “Or close to 20” ..

~~~~Erotic Word Illusion~~~~by Berna *She Said*>

Its just a phonetic Illusion..

Your penned expertise is pushing me to excel beyond my skills’ limitations

All the while my hearts’ beating to the erotic word illusion;causing palpitations

But I digress..yet, I  swear I can smell the scent of your manliness

And

It

Smells

Like

Heaven

 

Flashbacks swirling through my mind of my hands clenching the sheets

Gooood grief I can’t control these mental  images nor my racing heartbeat

Its been far, far!  too long and my body is ready to sing its loveliest song

How ever could having my “bell”  sweetly rung be not right or even wrong?

Close

2

20

Won’t

B

Enough

Times

Rhymes meeting rhymes in place of erotic physical cravings…desire

 

*sigh*

When all I really want to do is take U higher & higher! & higher

To a ecstatic ! place you’ve never ever thought of being before

My silent promise is you’ll never yearn for anything else or more

You won’t be able to keep count of the multiple ways

You’ll lose track of moments, years and certainly days

There

Will

Only

B

Me

One in a million and well worth the wait..the perfect find

If I set my mind to it? My mission will B to make you mine

Just know I only play for keeps..

Posted in Lyrical Lovers Poetry Lounge~

“or close to 20” Creatively expressed by Kedo to Berna>>>

“or close to 20” by Kedo *He Said*>

20 would be the amount of times I would make love to you each month

19 would be the amount of times I would cook for you each month

18 would be the amount of times we take romantic walks

17 would be the amount of times we would take baths together each year

16 would be the amount of times I would oil your feet

15 would be the amount of times I would massage your beautiful body

14 would be the amount of times I would bring you flowers each month

13 would be the amount of times I would take you out on the town each month

12 would be the amount of times I would sit and stare at you in your sleep

11 would be the amount of times we would kiss at the park

10 would be the amount of times we take trips  a year

9 would be the amount of times we share a candle light dinner

8 would be the amount of times you would have breakfast in bed each month

7 would be the amount of times I would take you to lunch each month

6 would be the amount of times we have movie night

5 would be the amount of times you would have a surprise waiting for you after work every year

4 would be the amount of times  we take off from work to make love all day

3 would be the amount of times I tell you I love you each day

2 would be the amount of times we honey moon after our marriage

1 is what we would become if you say I do…

*U…* by Berna so SHE said>

..Keep signing your name on my heart with your words

I am sincerely scared of this feeling

Have 2 catch myself from free-falling behind your verbs

My head is practically reeling

Resistance is getting harder by the day

Trying with all my might!

Let me see if I can count the many ways..

That your words  meeting mine has me; perturbed!

1 is the warm glow I feel when I see your smile

2 is the realization I want to bask in IT for a while

3 is the way U make me laugh & laugh & laugh

4  are the erotic thoughts I have of us in a bubble bath

5 is the way I instantly feel when your eyes meet mine

6 is the way my body tingles in your ‘sunshine’

7 is the way you’ve sneakily crept into my dreams

8 is because I know things aren’t always what it seems..

2

B

My heart is looking for a place to take shelter

Away from your words/smile/touch that melts..

My resistance

I know I am stronger than I look

But ..

You seem to be reading me like a good book

 

I am sincerely scared of this feeling..

Posted in Lyrical Lovers Poetry Lounge~

^ “Can I?” by Kedo *beck N call* Answered by Berna “U can..IF”^

~Can I? by Kedo..He said>

Can I fall IN love with you?

Without knowing the pain love brings..

Can I love you forever?

And still enjoy the spring

Can I hold you for a lifetime

And still miss you each day

Can I look into your eyes

And no(know) your playground is where I’m supposed to play

Can I love you and no(know) you’ll always love me

Or would it be like everything else in LIFE

Lead me to an apple that didn’t have a tree..

~U Can..IF by Berna..She said>

U can..IF u let things BE..let yourself go

Love is meant 2 just BE and to flow..

It isn’t full of what U want guaranteed

There is no certainty..indeed no special key

U have 2 feeeel love within the confines of ur heart

That is something you’ve questioned from the start

U said you’re not sure if U can love one 4 life

The difference IS I crave 2 be someone’s lifelong wife..

I love 4ever~It is my way

That’s the only way I’ll play

For keeps N for real

Gamble it ALL is the deal

U can’t dare 2 have it all

IF you’re 2 afraid 2 fall..

IN

Love

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Lyrical Lovers Poetry Lounge~

**Lyrical Lovers POETRY Lounge..COMING SOON**

>Lyrical Lovers Poetry Lounge birthday has finally arrived here! So kick off your shoes, enjoy the scented candles, soft background music of your choice & slowly unwind to the lyrical liquid vibe …Introducing my new poetic & word-meshing partner@Kedo…His poetic words will WOW you(well they certainly WOW me..) and for anyone else out there who wants to drop your creations here..Feel free to do so! Iron sharpens iron & I’ve raised the bar with my own poetic creations when challenged by another..Its called participating in a ‘write off’; one simply responds to the poetic piece of another. Magic can be created…>

Posted in WOW, ^Encouraging Words

~~~~~~~~Blogger Appreciation Moment~~~~~~~~

>Taking a break 2night from my normal blog a day adventure 2 give thanks & appreciation to my fellow bloggers…Never in a cazillion years could I have anticipated the many likes/blogging love/warm reception I’ve been shown in my brief time here as a blogger & comments /comment responses when I’ve interacted on your blog sites. This blogger appreciation *award* and post is dedicated in your honor..>YOU ROCK/OMG ya’ll have been fabulous!/& sincere thank you’s for the love & support

You’re all great-wonderful-SO talented as writers-poetically inclined poets-comical yet wise political watchers-pretty dang cool folks!

>>>>     FOOTNOTE= 4 anyone out there that thinks blogging IS easy, it is NOT. It takes a certain personality , concerted effort, time invested, somewhat steady focus, confidence! & in my case a sincere desire to want  to reach out 2 others..Plus loving to write helps a great deal. I can’t resist the itch 2 write..Inofitself its a form of self-therapy for me. Many times when I’m blogging I’m writing to myself almost as much as to ya’ll..I think it, free flow it, and when I write it I’m feeling it..when I read it it sinks totally IN. Even with the colorful, confident, vibrant, in-your-face-I’m-here! type of personality I’ve got it still takes MUCH confidence 2 feeeeel what I’ve got to share is special enough to share with the entire WORLD. And what most don’t know? I learned of this website while helping a friend while she constructed a blog site here for our church. Yep! as I was learning this site@ WordPress while blogging 4 our church Faith site..I fell in love with the site and decided to do what I’d long wanted to do. Start my own blog site=which I had to 1st quickly learn how to navigate this site and build my own page. WOW. As I’ve traveled and browsed the blog sites here I’m  WOWed so often by my fellow bloggers that in a quick minute? My list of fave blogs 2 read might as well just say ALL. Ya’ll continue to keep ME inspired, ya’ll teach me so much with your outstanding writing skills!, ya’ll continue to touch my HEART with your depth. In my heart of hearts I know I wasn’t led here by accident and thus wanted U all to know I appreciate each & every one of U ; you’ve made my experience here more than worthwhile. And? Until I write/read ya’ll later 2night stay UPlifted & blessed! 4ever sincere 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*, Motivational!, ^Encouraging Words, ~To B Continued, ~~FREE Flow of UNscripted Thoughts~~

~Tribute 2 My Eldest Dr. SON~*DPPostADayCHALLENGE*~Berna’s Way..

>>I’m back ! And I’m going to wrap UP this week of leaving my carbon footprints  by giving props to my eldest son. My week began busy; ended busier. (and the upcoming weekend is JAM packed) This week is ending on such  a HIGH note for me..that I’ve GOT to blog about it. Hopefully my thoughts will help someone else out there to hold ON for the good happenings that this life holds for all of us…

**There once was a child born of a single mother. A child who never spoke the usual babbling which little babies speak. When he began to speak at almost 2 yrs old; those who hadn’t carried him in their womb for 9 months , thought something was wrong. His mother said he will speak when he has something to say! And when said child finally spoke he spoke in FULL sentences. WOW.  An  intense child and highly intellectual..from birth. Read to by his mother when still inside her womb. Loved, adored N cherished by his Mom before she ever laid eyes on him. Said son has shared his Mom’s love of reading, yea!, his entire life. Spent every summer in school since the 9th grade till now…Whose legs were so “bowed” they made his legs curve under him. He was WELL fed , lol! , and loved. Those bowed legs and lack of health insurance was the deciding factor for his Mom to leave college N join the military. As a single Mom she felt she needed a steady salary N health insurance for her son…I’m going to fast-forward through alot of this because emotions are running rampant N high this evening..

**My eldest son is the type of son that every parent DREAMS of being their eldest child! He has been N is an awesome  role model for his 2 younger brothers..Yet his humility is one of the most beautiful things about him. He has faced N handled adversity in his lifetime with grace , wit, intellect, and a very matter-of-fact manner. He just makes things look SO easy! He had a self-driven desire his entire life to attain a PHD..nothing less was going to suffice. He has gone to school including summers for 17 years(including high school) He IS an academic scholar N an academian. He’s traveled & done research to South Africa & Ireland; as well as countless cities in our country for academic conferences.   And tonight! he faced the Board at a prestigious University(and he is a PHD candidate there riding on a FULL fellowship)  in our country and defended his proposal of his dissertation for his PHD. And after 2 hours on his very FIRST attempt..passed with flying colors! What that means 2 me as his Ma..is almost to difficult to translate into words. What that means for our direct family on both sides of our family tree..is progress! Our very first Dr._____.  Proud can’t quite describe how I feeeeel tonight and have felt his entire life. This tribute is my attempt to express how I feel about my eldest son/his achievements/his humility/his love& concern for his younger 2 brothers/his remarkable REALness/his dedication of doing outreach to others considered minorities(his Masters thesis) /his love of family N his honor to his parent..his Ma..and his surrogate parents..his grandparents(my parents)

**A single parent ALWAYS worries about NOT being enough for their child. I always worried what my child was missing out on because his Father was NEVER a constant in his life ..nor has my son any recollection of what his Father even looks like. But not once has my son used that as an  excuse to fail(quite the contrary he’s always been an over-achiever/honor roll student/Who’s Who in Academia while also maintaining an active social life with an array of LIFElong  trusted friends)  nor has he expressed feeling any loss in  his life due to that being factual. His grands(my parents) stood UP and filled the gap. It has been an amazing journey..I’d like to say to ANY single parent out there the following:  IF you don’t have the physical or financial support from the other parent…reach out to others you trust in your family to fill in the gap. If that isn’t possible find & interview(and do background checks) a Big Brother/Big Sister through that organization. Reach out to trusted clergy and church members. It truly takes a VILLAGE, in my opinion, to properly raise a child . By whatever legal means necessary…

~When my son came into the world my faith in GOD was hardly apparent..I brought my son(s) to Mass wanting SO badly to believe fully in GOD; yet I didn’t. BUT I so wanted to! And as I look back on nights like this when I can hardly sit stillll because I’m SO excited/happy/content/overjoyed..I can clearly SEE how the hand of GOD was in every, single part of my life. Even long before I believed. It is ONLY by the grace of GOD and a patient GOD(that waited years for me to believe…) that I’m even around to taste the beauty of my son’s victorious achievement tonight. I give ALL the glory to GOD..I was prayed UP as my son went before the board..as well as called upon friends/loved ones from coast 2 coast to form a prayer chain.  I’d like to also  say;  single parents hold ON for as long as you do ALL you can DO with LOVE for your child..alllll the years of sacrifice! will pay off in great ways. Don’t lose hope(ever) and stand strong. And read, read, READ with and to your child..reading is truly fundamental. Try hard never to use the word never with your child. Encourage them to reach for their dreams; even if their dream seems impossible. Be their cheerleader!  I’m writing this tribute to my son tonight because he is SO humble he won’t pat himself on the back. So I am doing it for him! Years N years N years of hard work ..I’ve watched you (even from afar) with awe as you never buckled..just kept driving onward and forward. You’ve done things I dreamt for myself long ago…and now I feeeeeel like a part of me  has accomplished that dream. The part of me that is YOU. Many Congrats my Dr. Son! I love you always N always, Ma…

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 @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!