 Renee B. Drummond is a renown poetria and artist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the author of: The Power of the Pen, SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER, Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs, and Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight. Her work is viewed on a global scale and solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!” https://www.dropbox.com/s/b7djwy5mwby1p1e/DRUMMOND%20COMPLETE.mp4?dl=0 Dear John, Dear John, I hope this poem finds you in the best of health. I love you BUT… I found someone else. He’s actually your best friend and my babies’ dad. I promise you though, he did-not destroy what you and I once had. I just grew tired of you being away so very long. One thing led to another; felt so right an’ yet so wrong. We tried to tell you before you left for war. But then like the Temptations we both thought another mind war; hmm~~~ what is it good for? So, as stated before, I love you, BUT… I found someone else~~~ that I just absolutely adore. Dear Jody, Oh, no one must’ve told you, an’ you still don’t know? I married your best friend LONG; LONG LOOOOONG before I left home. She gets ‘YOUR’ allotments, medical coverage, social security and my pension too. We’re on an island (military base) ‘laughin’ our butts off; bout how WE BOTH PLAYED YOU! Hey Jody, How’s them projects; I left you in? All them mixed babies? The welfare checks and my drug dealing best friend? Sorry sister girl, you got played in the end. See you, when we come home with our son, daughter, dog and Mercedes Benz. Love John, Your ex-lover and best friend. Dedicated to: Oorah~~~Semper Fidelis~~~You ‘gotta’ pay to play ‘wit’ a few good men!!! A B.A.D. Poem No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ April 25, 2017. Can I Have ‘Sum’? Root Beer and Moon pies hide. Is obvious chocolate on the outside. Swing low, sweet ‘shugga’ ‘iz’ within Mommy ‘SNEAKS’ rattling paper at night. But I hear her; I’m listening! Can I have ‘sum’; ‘outta’ sight? Can’t have ‘NOTHIN’ to ‘MY’ ‘SELF’!!! Mommy waited all day for night. Here I come; disappointing, her bite. Dedicated: Root Beer and Moon Pies go together minus the ‘kidz’!!! A B.A.D. Poem No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ May 25, 2017. ‘Talkin’ Head(s) Her head screws on an’ off. You’re out of her head man. Once strung out; its your loss. She’s so vain; he’s so lost??? Dedicated: THIS POEM AIN’T ‘BOUT’ YOU!!! A B.A.D. Poem No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ May 25, 2017. An Elephant in the Room A pink elephant in the room. Is obviously present, nonetheless metaphorically doomed. An issue none wants to discuss. A challenge beyond what appears true. Dedicated: To be or not to be is the question an elephant in the room would ask of thee? A B.A.D. Poem Have It Your Way Two all beef prose Special words Literature Consonance Poetry Onomatopoeia On a Stanza seed bun. Dedicated To: You Deserve a Break Today A B.A.D. Poem (Authored: “A B.A.D. Poem”, “The Power of the Pen”, “SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER”, “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs” and e-Book: “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight”). No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved@April 7, 2017. INK Vows I, Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown pen you, to be my lawfully wedded poem, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for blues, for rhythm & rhyme, for literature, for narrative, in writers block and in personification, until INK do us part. Dedicated to: I do!!! A B.A.D. Poem No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ April 13, 2017. Fences Dogs sit and wait time. Time waits for me, nor for dogs. Dogs love no mans pride. Pride goes in front of a fall. Dogs love unconditional. Dedicated to: “BUGSY”, Dee-Dee and Tone. No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ March 15, 2017. Spoken Word A book is just a book. A pen is just a pen. A paper is just a paper. A poem is just a poem. A hand is just a hand. Ink an’ prose ‘KNOW’ spoken word. Dedicated to: A poetic thought is just a poetic thought; until ink becomes her. No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ March 24, 2017. Comedy and Calamity What; can wash away her tears? Mac, Cover-girl, L’Oreal, Maybelline, an’ creams. What; can wash away her tears? Love, hate, comedy and calamity’s feelings. What; can wash away her tears? Memories fading over times passing years. What; can wash away her tears? A smiled frown turned upside down. What; can wash away her tears? Saks Fifth Avenue; ‘CHARGE’ it girls!!! Dedicated to: Honey, the jokes on you. No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ March 24, 2017. ‘Somethin’ ‘Dun’ Gone Wrong Song She’s been ‘cryin’ all night long. ‘Sumbody’ done ‘dun’ her right; wrong. Be it Right. Be it wrong. She’s been ‘cryin’ all night long. ‘Sumbody’ done ‘dun’ her right; wrong. He told her he loved her an’ said this time “its real”. Ray and Stevie wonder ‘bout’ ancient sad songs sung. Yall’ ‘knowz’ the real deal ‘fo’ real and ‘anywho’, who holds the key of life? I SEE’s. Her memory loss reveal deception lies an’ ‘ev’n’ believes; he’s been ‘cryin’ all night long. ‘Sumbody’ done ‘dun’ him wrong; right? Dedicated to: Another sad ‘POETIC’ song A B.A.D. Poem No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ May 1, 2017. JAZZ Don’t Mean A ‘Thang’ if Rhythm and Blues Ain’t Got that ‘Swang’ Saturday the dusk of dew; 63. ~~~ Naw cuz, ‘twaz’ 1961 ~~~ or ‘wuzn’t’ it 62? ~~~ ‘Anywho’ >>> skipped us ‘sum’ SERIOUS school. <<< Mabey it twas’ afternoon? In the black Southern comfort sun. Or ‘wuzn’t’ it Southern comfort us ‘wuz’ ‘drankin’ on? ??? WHO KNEW? we’d beg borrow an’ stole us some fun? Down at the Juke joint; ‘smokin’ on tobacco, ‘eaten’ ‘dem’ pork ‘rhymes’. Naaa! ‘Dats’ a lie! We ‘wuz’ ‘chewin’ on ‘sum’ fried CAT. Fish ‘dat’ ‘IZ’??? Chitterlings an’ OH’ kale, mustard greens naw dayze’ steamed, ham hock neck-bones ‘wit’ them negro beans an’ simply red rice. Spinach AIN’t there! Now ‘dats’ mighty fine of you and ‘sum’ cornbread sounds ‘kinda’ nice. ~~~ Might add… ~~~ Christianly too. Grease ‘poppin’ foot ‘stompin’ shaking off calories and them there blues. ‘Groovin’ to sounds of herbie hancock muddy waters little walter miles davis louis armstrong dizz gillespie duke ellington john coltrane an lest we forget charlie parker too. ROLL CALL: They don’t get A capitol? ‘Naw’ daze ain’t hardly ‘IMPO’TANT’ just ‘acktin’ ‘sum’ black fools!!! But ‘dayz’ ‘due’ ~~~ THIS TIME ~~~ get a pass; ~~~ unlike, ~~~ Me an’ You!!! Aw, now ‘dat’ there’s ‘sum’ Cannon ‘kinda’ “Good News” “be for real” JAZZ, Rhythm, and Blues! Oh my!!! Naw, dorothy and toto ‘wuzan’t’ hardly there too. There’s no place like home though or ‘skippin’ us ‘sum’ school; cross the railroad tracks, back in the neck of the woods AKA OZ and/or DA’ Juke Joint. UNDERSTOOD? harold melvin, & the blue notes ‘WUZ’ THEY THERE TOO? Alright; alright If you don’t know me by now You ‘betta’ ask ‘sumbody’ bout my poetry~~~ RENEE’S POEMS WITH WINGS ARE ‘FOREVA’ WORDS IN FLIGHT!!! ‘IZ’ ONE JAZZY BABE, and yezzz’ JAZZ don’t mean A ‘thang’ if Rhythm and Blues ain’t got that ‘swang’!!! Dedicated to: You ‘betta’ ask ‘sumbody’ ‘bout’ my poetry~~~ No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ April 9, 2017. Citation I’ll write a poem for you; You write a poem for me. Back to back; quotations extract ‘summadat’ ‘BUTT’ remember to cite thee; PLEASE. Illustrations’ mention references; citation is key. I’ll write a poem for you; You write a poem for me. Son of citation will allow thee, to be or not to be; “A BAD Poem” if you please. Dedicated to: Drummond-Brown, R. (2017). A B.A.D. Poem. Bloomington, IN: AuthorHouse. A B.A.D. Poem PROMISCUOUS At only 13 PROMISCUOUS as can be. She knows no ‘betta’; Momma an grams different partners shaped her wanton reality. Casual ‘loose’ sex so frequently; to “HER WORLDWIEW” ‘IT’ ‘IZ’ ‘AZ’ normal as can be! Like the army, she too serves her country (WELL) to be all that she can be, indiscriminately Oorah! Oorah!! But… PROMISCUITY comes at a price; Moral judgments from God ‘WILL ULTIMATELY’ Suffice. ROLL CALL YALL, The big payback: Chancroid Chlamydia Crabs (public lice) Genital herpes Genital warts Gonorrhea Hepatitus B HIV/AIDS HumanPapillomavirus (HPV) Molluscum Contagiosum Pelvic Inflammatory Disease (PID) Scabies Syphilis Trichomoniasis (Trinch-parastic infection) AN’ LEST WE FORGET Yeast Infections; plus the ones we haven’t even named yet!!! Dedicated to: If the shoe fits; OWN IT (in every size)!!! No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ April 3, 2017. When Doves Cry A Poet’s Haven-Allan Boles 6 word challenge/contest Satan came to Him and said “If, You are Son of Man; Turn all these stones to bread” The Father replied back an’ said; “Man shall not live by bread” alone…is what the Trinity said. Dedicated: The Trinity. A B.A.D. Poem No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ May 26, 2017.
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