Exodus

I admit
My pen has not been busy
It’s been silent
Observant
Watchful
Full of things to speak but I pause and clinch this staff tightly
Selah on the moments recorded in time
Wallow in despair and frustration of what I see
Contempt and hopelessness hold hands counting the minutes until they invade my space
I part my lips
Hoping for an exodus of sound
A murmur
Even a sigh
At the end of this dry tongue is promise
freedom
So instead of speech there are signs
Pointing to destinations
Visions that need eyes to see not the trick but the treasure
Dreams that need interpretations
Ears willing to hear and do
All before idleness crashes against me


Dry tongue
Thirsting for Wet ink to build its walls against the path
White sea clear and full of opportunity
Yet I selah
I pause
I take in the power of silence
The strength and sharpness of this pen
The depth of its permanence
It stains my lips
Again I part them
Take a deep breath
I cross the bottom of this dry ocean of words
I reach the other side
No more wilderness pages
This is my exodus of sound

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Minding My Soul Moments…

Good Morning, rise, and grind. Rest and breathe. Whatever your heart needs today, that is what you do. I want to take a moment to encourage you to mind your soul. It’s your business what you do, but there are moments where your soul needs you. So I leave you with a little encouragement. I hope that you can take solace in this small moment.

“Every wound or broken piece of your life is an occasion to experience the Most High Yah in a way you could not experience Him if all was well.” – Tehilayah

There are a thousand things taking place around us at all times, things are seen, some unseen. In every situation we encounter in this life there is a lesson.

Healing does not come without first having a wound. Healing is a process that we try to often rush. The well doesn’t need to be healed. The sick, however long the process, need help. Sometimes, we walk around not knowing that we are sick. The diagnoses are handed to us and we realize that we have been walking around sick for awhile. It’s crushing. The first question is, how? We check off these little imaginary boxes. These boxes say, “but I…”. We then began to recognize it in our interactions and our quiet moments alone. We see hindsight that we have mismanaged our souls.

A wound is often a sign that we need to slow down. Example time. My daughter asked for a skateboard. She always does all the research before she brings anything to my husband and me. She had no problem making her case and of course, we got her a skateboard. She watched countless videos on how to ride. The day comes, “Mom, can I ride my skateboard?”, she says. My response, “have fun, be careful.” Well, a few moments later she comes back tears in her eyes. “What happened”, I ask. “I was going to fast and got too close to the rocks, I hurt my leg”.

I realized something as I was being a nurse mom. For her to begin the healing process she had to be still. She had to allow me to care for her. I had to clean and dress the wound and she had to be still and experience the love and care she needed. LESSON!!!

The first part of healing is being still. It’s in those still moments where the Most High is caring and nurturing you.

Be still, and know that I am Yah; I am exalted among nations, I am exalted in the earth! (Psalms) 46:10

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Black Lives Matter: Six Poems

Poetry can often channel grief, pain, solidarity, and resistance in ways that everyday language can’t.

Black Lives Matter: Six Poems

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Feature Friday presents: Zerahyah, “A Mother’s Pain”..

Hey there lovely people. Its been a minute. But we are back at it again with another one. Yes, that’s right it’s Feature Friday!!! We have a previous guest and she is back at it again with another poem. That’s right, she was our first feature Friday guest. I present to you Zerahyah, “A Mothers Pain”. Dont forget to check out Zerahyah’s first poem here.

A Mother’s Pain

I raised two black men

Where according to society, their first sin was being born with melanated skin…

They where guilty at their first breath.. labeled as the least desirable…

Apart of a class with no intellect, Maafa 21 explains it best..

I was impregnated with a stigma.. the worlds most hated species… the ones that planned parenthood let slip away…

I been sleeping lightly since that day..

I had to ready myself for the battles ahead.. cause I know society wants my seeds dead..

They say white privilege ain’t a thing.. tell that to my men who was born at the root of racism suffeRING..

The risk of being killed in the street or traffic stop.. under the distress of some racist trigger happy cop..

All under the words of the justice not meant for us..

Born scarred hated by people with black hearts..

We are fighting a war we didn’t start..

I’m prepared to hold court in the streets.. with the men I birthed side by side on our feet..

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National Poetry Month!!!

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Feature Friday: Buddah Desmond, Home (Don’t Give Up)…

Hey there lovely people! I hope you all are still being safe with everything that is taking place across the world. I am sure that some are on quarantine due the coronavirus sooo, I have some entertainment for you. That’s right it is Feature Friday here on No Line Left Behind. So without further ado let me introduce you to our next feature with Buddah Desmond and his poem, “Home (Don’t Give Up). However, you know how we do it here on No Line left behind. Let’s get to know him a little.

Welcome to No Line Left Behind.

So what is your name and where are you from?

My name is BuddahDesmond. I was born in Washington, DC, and raised P.G. County MD (primarily Forestville, MD and Greenbelt, MD). I currently reside in Alexandria, VA.

Okay, VA in the house! What do you believe the poets purpose is?

The poet’s purpose is to tell the truth. To be the voice of the unheard. To write about things seen and unseen. To write about the good, the bad, and all the notes that lie between. To write about the familiar, and that which makes us uncomfortable. To write that which is in your heart, mind, and soul. To evoke feelings, incite discussion, open minds, and offer different perspectives. If the poet’s work truly resonates with audience, it may inspire positive action or spark social change. 

Hmm, yes to all that! So tell us, how long have you been writing and do you partake in any other creative writing?

I’ve been writing since I was about 7 or 8 years old. I started writing short stories, and eventually moved on to song lyrics. I wrote my first poem when I was 10, but didn’t write another poem until I was 12. I continued writing song lyrics between that time, and read a great deal of poetry by Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, Nikki Giovanni, Sonia Sanchez, and Paul Laurence Dunbar during this time. (All of the aforementioned writers are major influences.) Aside from short stories, song lyrics, and poetry, I also write prose, essays, and blog posts.     

Oh, those are some of my favorites as well. What would you like people to know about poetry?

Poetry is about getting beyond the surface. Lifting the veil if you will. As poets, we write about the human condition. The ties that band. The things that bring us together, without shying away from the very things often used to drive wedges between us. We bring our unique styles, sensibilities, and experiences to the forefront, and it colors our work. We live and breathe poetry. It’s a powerful art form, and its language is universal. There is no life without poetry. 

It takes bravery to be a poet. So I agree. Do you have a favorite poet and why do you choose them?

I have so many favorite poets. It’s hard to choose just one. But I’ll be good and mention only one of my faves today. LOL! If I were to choose one poet, I’d have to say Maya Angelou. One of my all-time favorite movies is Poetic Justice. I’m a big fan of Janet Jackson, Tupac Shakur (RIP), Regina King, Joe Torry, and John Singleton (RIP), of course. My mother and I went to see Poetic Justice opening weekend, I believe. The griping storytelling and the performances drew me in. I’ve watched it countless times. While Angelou’s poetry in the film moved me, it wasn’t until a year later that it truly began speaking to me in ways that nearly defied comprehension. Around this time I purchased a paperback of Maya Angelou’s Poems. I carried it with me and read selections from it practically everyday for a year or so. It was like my poetry bible. 

Angelou has a way with words. She commands them. Her work is sincere, passionate, and engaging. It expresses a consciousness that, no what year it is, remains relevant on social, political, cultural, and historical levels. She is a poet’s poet. When you read Angelou, you’re deeply moved and come away with a better understanding of yourself, the human race, and the world.

Yes, she is one of the greats. Her poetry has always resonated with me. Poetic Justice is one of my favorite movies of all time. So, do you have any upcoming events?

I don’t have any upcoming events yet. However, I am in the process of publishing my next project entitled, From The Inside Out. In addition, I have another poetry manuscript in the works tentatively titled, Everything I Miss(ed) At Home. So stay tuned!

Oh wow, that is so awesome. Im looking forward to supporting you. I hope that the both projects are a success.

And there you have it folks. Now we introduce to you, Home (Don’t Give Up

Home (Don’t Give Up)
by BuddahDesmond 

Home is more than the place 

where you grew up

More than the place where your family resides

It’s a place that nourishes you

Loves you

Teaches you at the turn of every moment 

of the day

Home is solid

It gives you what your soul needs, what your 

spirit is calling out for—at just the right time

Home is a provider

Of tangible and intangible things

While you can make any place home

Every place you inhabit won’t feel or be home

You may go through lifetimes of soul-searching 

before you find a place that 

welcomes you unconditionally

The place that always has its arms open, 

ready and waiting for you

Home shouldn’t shame you

Debase you

Shade you

Shouldn’t question your reason for living

Home shouldn’t abuse or neglect you

Home plants gardens of possibilities 

within you

Home offers the foundation from that 

which you grow

Even when you think there isn’t anything else 

left for home to teach you—

it does the impossible

Home is a bearer of gifts

We may not always be willing to except them

We may not know what to do with them

Trust there will be a time when these gifts will 

bless you (usually when you least expect it)

Sometimes you have to recreate home

Have to build a new home

Or seek home elsewhere

Especially when the place you’ve called home 

has betrayed or ostracized you

It may take some time, but you’ll 

find your place

Or it may find you

And when you find it—everything will 

make sense again

Everything will feel right in the world again

You’ll feel connected again

Home—there’s no place like it

Home—if you’re lost, you’ll find it

Home—if you’ve been put down, it’ll 

build you up

Home—will affirm that you are enough

Home won’t give up on you

So don’t give up on you

Don’t give up!

There you have it people! Round of applause. For all things Buddah Desmond check him out at the links below! Remember, let’s support our poets near and far.

Buddah Desmond © Copyright 2019

IG: https://www.instagram.com/buddahdesmond/

FB: https://www.facebook.com/BuddahDesmond/

Website: http://buddahdesmond.com/

Bio
Buddah Desmond (aka BDez) is a writer, poet, singer, artist, cook / baker, and health & wellness advocate based in the DMV. His work showcases the gritty side of life and imbues messages of healing, hope, and resilience. His past poetry projects include Prevail: Poems on Love, Life, and Politics (2012) and Exotic Shifter (2014). His writing has appeared in numerous publications including MOOV, MUSED, MelaNation, and LitMag. He is a member of Gamma Xi Phi, and has served as a healing leader in the DC-based arts + faith + social justice organization, The Sanctuaries. His next two projects, From The Inside Out and Everything I Miss(ed) At Home are currently in-progress.

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Who Am I…

Hello lovely people!!!

Thats right its Sunday and since we are all in our homes trying to stay safe and healthy, I figured that I drop a poem for you all. There is a challenge that is happening across Instagram and Facebook called the, “Who Am I Challenge”. The idea is for all poets to write a poem and upload a video onto either platform with you performing it. If you are tagged by a poet you have 24 hours to respond with our poem. I was not tagged I wanted to jump right in there and shoot my shot. So I did.

Here is a video of my poem, “Who am I”…

So, WHO ARE YOU!!

Let’s keep this thing going! Post your Who Am I poem!!

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In Excess…

Good Morning. What a lovely morning it is!!! I wanted to share a little poetic praise this awesome Shabbat Morning.

You love me in excess
I drown in the overflow of your love
And there is so much of you I have yet to experience
I live in the overflow of your presence
You love me in excess of your patience and I am still
You love me in the excess of kindness and I smile with freedom on my teeth
You love me with more joy and peace than i can hold
I drown in the excess of you
You love me in excess and its never too much
Yah you love me past full
This cup overflows with you
I desire the overflow
Fill me with you
Love me in excess
You love me gentle
And soften my heart
I highly surrender
You Yah love me in excess and its never too much
I am healed in your excess
Free in your excess
Delievered in your excess
Brand new in your excess
You could never love me too much
Your excess is amazing
I surrender to your excess love
Love me in excess
I want the overflow of you
And there is so much of you I have yet to experience
In excess

©2020 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Feature Friday presents – Zerahyah, “Unattainable”…

Hello lovelies, that’s right you know what today is!

IT’S FEATURE FRIDAY!!

Help me welcome Zerahyah to No Line Left Behind with her poem, “Unattainable”. First, as always we got questions.

So, what’s your name and where are you from?

ZerahYah Ysrayl and I’m from New York

Thats a beautiful name. What do you believe the poets purpose is?

A poets job is too bring ones imagination to life. A form of expression through the form of words, to make emotions, life’s ups and downs visual. While giving them a melodic tune. A form of sharing.

I agree, how long have you been writing?

I have been writing off and on for over twenty years..I sometimes write to bring relief to my thoughts..writing poetry brings a form of clarity for me..

What would you like people to know about poetry?

It’s a form of expression in relation to all that goes on within and around a person.its a gift of ones thoughts and experiences, giving to all who reads it. It’s art.

Who’s your favorite poet and why?

My favorite poet is Maya Angelou she formed poetry in a time where we as a people struggle the most. She gave our thoughts a voice when we was afraid to speak. She was bold. Her words where beautiful and her words will resonate forever. She is apart of our history in a proud way.

Well Zerahyah, thank you for being this weeks feature. Welcome to No Line Left Behind. With out further ado I present to you the poet Zerahyah with her poem “Unattainable”.

Unattainable

Maybe I watch too many movies..

Cause I’m waiting for him to sweep me off my feet..

I’m waiting for him to move too the rhythm of my heart beat..

A hopeless romantic could it be all in my mind..

Maybe I’m just suspending in my fantasies..

Unrealistic sceneries that lead to expectation reality..

The unattainable love caught up in the rapture of a hope I can’t capture..

praying for a happy ever after..

why does this love evade me while thoughts of him invade my very existence…

constantly thinking of ways to break his resistance..

his melodic tone I hang on to every word..

I’m a little girl with a school girl crush speaking to my soul yelling don’t rush..

I want him like I want air to breath..

I wonder if he knows he’s a thief cause he stole my heart from the very start..

I refuse to believe this is an illusion wrapped in my own delusions…

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PSqP- Opening Event and Experience.

Good Morning and Good Evening to some. So, how’s it going? I hope all is well.

So, I’m super excited as PSqP Xtended just popped off amazingly well. It’s the first local event for year that I was in attendance for. This year PSqP is extending the poetry beyond 5th Sundays and stepping out with a themed series. This years theme is Justice and Liberation. The first half of the year is Justice and the second half of the year is Liberation. Poets for the year have already been assigned to their theme. Since me and fellow poet and author Curtis Crisler were up first we had Justice as our theme.

First let me start by saying that this was not an easy task for me, given a theme and prompt. Justice…what is justice to me? I battled writing as I started from a place of research. And if any one knows me they know that I can’t write if there is not a vibe, an energy that allows my pen to speak. So, I struggled a little. Most of my poems were written a couple of weeks in advance of the event.

But there was a surprise….

It was announced that we would have musicians apart of the event. They would be playing live music as we performed! This had me super excited. The musicians were amazing. One was a 16 year old kid who was a saxophonist. At 16 he is a beast!!! Then we had a local bass player that was also amazing. He was not only talented on the bass but he was also fluent in other instruments.

Y’all…. It was amazing!

I wrote 5 poems on justice. My set was only 30 minutes, so 5 was enough. When I arrived at the event, early of course, the space was awesome. It was a recording studio. It was open and there were areas for lounging and eating. This space was so chill. The lights were dim and incense were burning. I was chill and excited.

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AND THEN IT HAPPENED…

I was up. For the first time ever, I wasn’t nervous. I noticed this time, that because of the music, it helped to bring out my passion as I was reciting my work. There was no red dot to make me forget my lines. I have fallen in love with music being apart of my poetry. I have so many ideas and projects that I would like to do.

There was another surprise. The entire set was recorded. It will soon be available for listening ears. So far 2020 has started off with a bang . I cant wait for the other poets and their spotlights for PSqP Xtended. This series is going to be awesome!

Photo Copyright 2020 – Tehilayah
Photo Copyright 2020 – Tehilayah
Photo Copyright 2020 – Tehilayah

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