Ladies, Let’s Take a Holiday from Men

Heather Headley knew what she was talking about…

Me time, not some Him , not some You, but some ME Time...

We all need it

A break from the Routine

Work, Cook, Clean, Kids, School, Bills, Repeat.

Me Time

A space occupied by

ME, Myself and I .

A bottle of wine,

pint of Chunky Monkey

Family size Lays,

And the remote.

Not selfish

Or self absorbed

Just taking a break

To recharge

To regroup

Reboot

To get my Sh** together

Time.

Babe, are you listening?

She cranks the stereo up

“All things being equal
I always put you first
You know that I’ve been down for you
Through better and through worse

Hon, its the Playoffs…

I’m trying to watch the Game

All things being equal
Boy, I’ve been more than cool
So it seems only natural
To expect the same of you.”

And the fellows are coming over

Did you make the chili and hot wings like I asked you?

Now, I’m not trying to start nothing
I like things drama free
But there won’t be nothing to stop
If you keep sweatin’ me

Why you always wait ’till boys night to start nagging Me?

Me time, Babe

I Need some

Manicure

Pedicure

Deep pore Facial

Hot Stone Massage

Lavender Bubbles

Check into a Marriott

Luther and Kem

Red light in the Basement

Silk pajamas one size too big

Phone on Do not Disturb

New batteries in my toy

Time.

“I need some Me Time

That’s All

That’s All”

Comments Welcome. Thanks for Taking the Journey!

Fulfilment’s First Finale

Crumbs from a bagel were your

intro line.

It startled, suprised and pleased

me all at the same time.

I had to laugh as the response

from Me…a wordsmith…would

not come.

The invite to join you at an

outdoor table…

your favorite coffee spot

Proved to be irresistible.

All I could say was Yes.

The conversation was New.

The conversation was Articulate.

The conversation was Spiritual.

It ended with a promise

That I knew would be a Beginning.

Searching for love.

For the one ordained

to complete me

Can be exhausting, disheartening

and damn right hard.

But I remain hopeful

Like thrice married Janie from

Their Eyes Were Watching God (The greatest Black love story of All)

Looking, longing at the pear tree

wondering when She would

Find her true love.

I knew when I drove away that

sun speckled morning

The Creator had

placed you in my path

Had sent that playful smile

with the sometimes

Serious tone

My Way.

Your resonant voice,

your boyish charm,

your physical Manliness

Remained with me

throughout my day.

And I knew then

I Could Love You.

I Should Love You.

And if it is His Will

I shall love you.

HAVE YOU EVER

Heard a voice so distinctive it made you feel vibrations within your very soul

Have you Ever
Looked into a mirror reflection of yourself and witnessed the same joy, laughter, heartbreak, pain

Have you Ever
Wanted that feeling of exquisite passion that only his hands, his lips can bring

Have you Ever
Waited patiently/ impatiently for the phone to ring signaling the beginning of Your/His day

Have you Ever
Dressed and undressed black shoes? Red? high heel? Low?

seeing his eyes caress your clothed body and nod

Have you Ever
Wished that time so precious and everlasting would rush by like a bullet train hurtling you into His arms

Have you Ever
Touched yourself the way he touches you probing, searching for his explosive presence inside of you

Have you Ever
Laughed so loud / so hard at the same exact moment even though you are miles and miles apart

Have you Ever
Prayed fervently thanking HIM/HER for crafting the other half of you
Have You Ever

Cried silent tears, listening to him read powerful emotional words written for a lost love

Have you ever, Have you ever,

Yes, She Has

WORDS FAIL

The pop up calendar reminds me

Going South this week.

A mocking reminder

of what was

Supposed to Be.

Suitcases packed

Mail put on hold

Neighbors alerted to have

a watchful eye.

Friends bid adieu around

a final flavorful meal.

And then

The Words.

Words fail.

Words hurt.

Words remind.

Words start wars.

Words Destroy.

But ….. Libra

Words give hope.

Words uplift.

Words empower.

Words transform.

And a Single Word

From on High

Can

Move Mountains.

Words fail me

The expression goes.

Speechless. Muted. Silenced.

Nothing left to say.

The curtain closes.

The sun completes its descent.

Words fail.

But

My Heart Smiles.

She Wants A Man Who…

Has good Conversation

gives Stimulation

shows Motivation

Cause clothes/rings/cars mean nothing to her

What can you Add to me? What can you Add to me? (Ledisi)

Now Cardi b wants a man who

Doesn’t stutter after certain questions

or keep in contact with certain exes

while liking pictures and returning texxxts.

Care for me, Care for me. Better treat me carefully. Live your life of course. Get what he’s dying for. But be careful with me. Not a threat, Its a warning.

Ledisi wants a man who

Will Take all her scars

and her broken heart

Promise he will Cover her

Love her when things get too hard

Show her that she’s his everything

Love her All the Way…All the Way.

She knows she’s not Perfect

But she’s Worth it

And she Deserves it

She will give Everything to him.

If he makes her believe

That he

Loves her

All the Way… All the way

Heather wants a Man who

is holding her tight

and wishes she could go back

to the day before they met

and skip all the regret

Wishes she wasn’t in love with him

So he couldn’t hurt her

Phyllis Hyman wanted

a Man Who

Will Meet me on the Moon

Soon as he can

In the middle of the Sky

So they can sail upon the breeze

To the Everlasting moment of love.

You’ll be my love and I’ll be yours too. Fly into my love. That’s what I need. So My spirit can be Free

And Adele wants a man like the one she Had.

Never mind. I ‘ll find someone like you. Don’t forget me I beg. Sometimes it lasts in love. But sometimes it hurts instead.

And He Wants…

He wants…

SOMEONE ELSE.

( Lyrics by Ledisi, Cardi b Adele, Heather Headley and the late great Phyllis Hyman)

…dissected and reconstructed by Yours Truly.

Love and Light.

Comments always Welcome.

Summertime and the Living is…

Laidback, blazing hot days,

cool moon glowing nights.

Skimpy dresses, daisy duke

shorts, plenty of brown skin

bared to greet the ever

present sun.

Each day awakens with a

song, a beat, a rhythm all its

own.

Summer set to music

that plays on and on and on.

Hot fun in the summertime…

Young ones begging

Mama please

ice cream,

watermelon,


Hose spray

and endless trips

to the park.

School in their rear view mirror

but the learning never stops.

Soaring temps and shedding clothes redirect our minds.

Threat of war, shutting borders, don’t occupy our time.

Talking Heads and His endless
twitters take a back seat.

To the season of pleasurable-ness beckoning ahead.

Living it up in the city

Eggs sizzling on the scorching pavement.

Bodies lazing on the front porch stoop.


or Easy like Sunday morning.

Entangled in the sheets

writhing to a beat.

Entwined in your lover’s sweating, passionate arms.

Summer solstice is the longest day.
Make each that follows

Like the last.

Summertime and the living is…

Ultimately, indelibly

Whatever you make it.

Love and light…I’ve missed you!