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📚✍🏾P.L.O.T.S POETS: “Contemplating” by, MissTee IzQueen✍🏾📚


So I’m laying here Contemplating about events that have crossed my screen
Let me be silent in my still before I scream
In the lay back ravine but nobody told me a thing
Oh yeah , they did say too much but i did pray for a sign and in that I trust that being

Contemplating is what being around nature will do to you
Sometimes but not all the time my words and Spirit will bust thru
The sky was a baby blue hue/ No trails seen after the rain so look Up because it’s Up To You
I like hearing the train

I came
Got in and out the game
No shame
Took that chance
Had a lovely dance
It was a slow start that moved to fast
Yah be with me / Mama sips her tea wit me
Daddy , heyy and thanks for the calls
I’m not but have been that wreckin ball
Tall had to get going to stand
MissTee said watch me work and maybe you can hold my hand
Do you feel the T in the Trees
Oh how the elements test Thee

Contemplating on my next journey
Didn’t and won’t tell details cause I’m not the jackass or lets pin the tail on the donkey
Goddess to the Gods
I know who We are
Sunkissed told me
You are where we are
It’s wherever you want to be

Taking a risk everytime i take a flight
Done none wrong so if i die than i know my soul will be alright
Living for the living
Giving to the giving
Healing for what needs healing
Shoot the Messenger but You was the one peeping
Cryptic chronic goo
We only do what our brains tell us to do
Keep your heart in the right place
All things come and go but it was for a purpose
Never was it to be that thing called too late
Enjoying my time off because i just had to see
What is what and where do i need to be

In the zone
Outfit catching dust
Repeat missions as such and such
Higher power told me to be at ease
Lets do that while remembering our Thank Yous and our Please
Rhythm and Blues
Back to old school
Who if any can follow their own rules
No mistakes in the give and take
The clouds move and swing
In them i shall shake

Dear mama , thanks for talking to me
Contemplating but she has in that afterlife , already watched and seen
Thanks be to my guardians assigned to watch over this being
I made it here , there and back
Lessons learned as i will continue to do my thing
Blue to Green to Yellow , Red , Purple, Brown , White and Black
Gold to Cream , Yeah you gotta like it like that

MissTee IzQueen

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📚✍🏾”Let’s Get Back To What’s Important” – by, MissTee IzQueen✍🏾📚

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Let’s Get Back To What’s Important

To share small joys throughout the day
Who and what is top priority pays
Friendship should develop into mental , spiritual , physical and emotional support
You should strive toward your best life while appreciating all that it’s worth

The sun and moon are individuals yet both are part of Universal order
An abiding of two who are one shall remain unbothered
Before the chaos of makind was trumped up and altered
Soft communication well received beats anything that hollars

Let’s Get Back To What Matters
Be a part of recreation where harmony is scattered
Pay attention to what’s healthy as you make it a habit
Never become anything that leaves you feeling substandard
Reconition of what’s in your fabric comes next
When you’re at your best you’ll get what you deserve and that’s the best

What’s put together on solid foundation will never be allowed to split
Drills come here and there thru any and all abstinence
Alignment forms when you’re mindful mixed with passionate
Everything we touch requires maintanance
Your goal list will be a look of satisfaction

Basic needs are important factors , they are yours to keep
Strength comes from what you eat , think and hear in your sleep
What’s complete has a well balance sheet
This is more than the chit chatter
They hear the voice of reason and good sense
Nonchalant while humble in pure relevance
Matched is a love that loves like you do
Handle each other well rather its zero or 100 proof

Let’s Get Back To What Matters
Experts in both realms should be on your advice pannel
Starseeds are anchored in frequency
Yeahh that’s what Matters and how it should be

MissTee IzQueen


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You may notice that we feature Poets with their Poetry in our “Poet of the Day” posts, which Poetry In Pics is very similar. However, the difference is that Poetry In Pics, feature Poets that are alive, fairly current and or new to the Poetry Scene. It’s a way of putting a face to the Poetry that we read, share & follow.

Some Poets don’t wish to be seen & we respect their privacy. But for those who want to be recognized, this suits them well. We also attach links to the Poets such as a bio, books, publications, performances, etc.

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⚡✍🏾”UNDEFEATABLE!!!” ~ By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾⚡ (((RE-POST)))

I’m reposting this for my friend “Myth” & for anyone who feels like they need this, or knows someone who does. Think about how far you’ve come, yet you’re still standing. Don’t allow the negativity to rob you of a happy existence.

We’re more POWERFUL than we know 🥰 And we’re not in this thing called life alone.

“Namastè & One Love”❤💛💚

Thank you for existing & touching my heart Myth🌹🥰🌹

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📚✍🏾Today’s Writer/Poet, Mark Twain✍🏾📚




Birthplace: Florida, Missouri

Famous poem: “Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec’d.”

Famous quote: “Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”



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✨✍🏾In A Writing Slump/Block?…✍🏾✨

There are times when I can spit out 5-6 poems in one sitting. As well as moments when my pen is DRY. It happens.

I don’t beat myself up over it. Instead, I distract myself from, “The elephant in the room”’ lol!!

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If you have issues that you’re not dealing with or simply too much going on, having a lot of negative energy coming your way or wading through, all these things can cause a block with writing & creativity.

I find something that relaxes/inspires me. It could be a walk in the park,

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Bonding with Nature, especially large bodies of water. It seems to relax me to the point of rendering me sleepy 😴.

If you can? Take a vacation. If not go to the beach. If you can’t reach the beach. Taking time to cherish what’s right in front/surrounding you works too…

Try some Grounding. It’s sooo relaxing & feels great in between your toes! Not to mention the health benefits☺️.

Another thing I do, not just for inspiration but for fun, is listening to Music 🎶 🎶🎶. I suggest that you listen to what you prefer or like. What inspires one, may do nothing for another. So stick with what works for you. But just as when we’re sad we listen to the Blues, try some Inspirational/Pick-me-up tunes!

Releasing of healthy endorphins & serotonin levels in the brain can also get the juices flowing. Some people get a massage, work-out, or play sports (physical activity – yes this includes sex, lol! what? It inspires many a thing😉 – Safe Sex Please & don’t take it as an Inspiration Card to keep jumping all over, have some discretion🙂). Heck! Some go to the club or my personal fav, turning on my sound system at home & “Jammin!”

Bob Marley

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Beers Hammond



Tarrus Riley

The Piano Guys

Micael Montano

🧘🏾‍♀️Meditation Music🧘🏾‍♀️

And yes, try some F&F (Family & Friends) Time.


The point is, to keep living, stay active, find something to release, calm, relax, and to allow yourself to just FLOW. You may be shocked to see what your creative mind comes up with!

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

~Maxwanette A Poetess

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📚✍🏾Today’s Poet, Beah Richards (Beaula/Beulah Richardson)✍🏾📚






Read by Beaula Richardson at the Women’s Workshop at the American People’s Peace Congress held in Chicago on June 29, 30 and July 1, 1951 bringing a standing ovation from all 500 women attending.

It is right that I a woman


should speak of white womanhood.

my fathers

my brothers

my husbands

my sons

die for it: because of it.

and their blood

chilled in electric chairs,

stopped by hangman’s noose,

cooked by lynch mobs’ fire,

spilled by white supremacist mad desire to kill

give me that right

I would that I could speak of white womanhood

as it will and should be

when it stands tall in full equality.

but then, womanhood will be womanhood.

Void of color and of class,

And all necessity for my speaking thus will be past.

Gladly past.

But now, since ‘tis deemed a thing apart


I must in searching honesty report

How it seems to me.

White womanhood stands in bloodied skirt

and willing slavery

reaching out adulterous hand

killing mine and crushing me.

What then is the superior thing

That in order to be sustained must needs feed upon my flesh?

Let’s look to history.

They said, the white supremacist said

that you were better than me,

that your fair brow would never know the sweat of slavery.

They lied

White womanhood to is enslaved,

The difference is degree.

They brought me here in chains.

They brought you here willing slaves to man.

You, shiploads of women each filled with hope

That she might win with ruby lip and saucy curl

And bright and flashing eyes

Him to wife who had the largest tender.


And they sold you here even as they sold me.

My sisters, there is no room for mockery.

If they counted my teeth

They did appraise your thigh

And sold you to the highest bidder

The same as I.

And you did not fight for your right to choose

Whom you would wed

But for whatever bartered price

That was the legal tender

You were sold to a stranger’s bed

In a stranger land


And you did not fight.

Mind you, I speak not mockingly

But I fought for freedom,

I’m fighting now for our unity.

We are women all.

And what wrongs you murders me

And eventually marks your grave

So we share a mutual death at the hand of tyranny.

They trapped me with the chain and gun.

They trapped you with lying tongue.

For, ‘less you see that fault–

That male villainy

That robbed you of name, voice and authority,

That murderous greed that wasted you and me,

He, the white supremacist, fixed your minds with poisonous thought:

“white skin is supreme.”

And there with bought that monstrous change

exiling you to things.

Changed all that nature had in you wrought of gentle usefulness, abolishing your spring.

Tore out your heart,

set your good apart from all that you could say,



know to be right.

And you did not fight,

but set your minds fast on my slavery

the better to endure your own.

‘Tis true

my pearls were beads of sweat

wrung from weary bodies’ pain,

instead of rings upon my hands

I wore swollen, bursting veins.

My ornaments were the wipe-lash’s scar

my diamond, perhaps, a tear.

Instead of paint and powder on my face

I wore a solid mask of fear to see my blood so spilled.

And you, women seeing

spoke no protest

but cuddled down in your pink slavery

and thought somehow my wasted blood

confirmed your superiority.

Because your necklace was of gold

you did not notice that it throttled speech.

Because diamond rings bedecked your hands

you did not regret their dictated idleness.

Nor could you see that the platinum bracelets which graced your wrists were chains

binding you fast to economic slavery

And though you claimed your husband’s name

still could not command his fidelity.

You bore him sons.

I bore him sons.

No, not willingly.

He purchase you.

He raped me,

I fought!

But you fought neither for yourselves nor me.

Sat trapped in your superiority

and spoke no reproach.

Consoled your outrage with an added diamond brooch.

Oh, God, how great is a woman’s fear

who for a stone, a cold, cold stone

would not defend honor, love or dignity!

Your bore the damning mockery of your marriage

and heaped your hate on me,

a woman too,

a slave more so.

And when your husband disowned his seed

that was my son

and sold him apart from me

you felt avenged.


I was not your enemy in this,

I was not the source of your distress.

I was your friend, I fought.

But you would not help me fight

thinking you helped only me.

Your deceived eyes seeing only my slavery

aided your own decay.

Yes, they condemned me to death

and they condemned you to decay.

Your heart whisked away,

consumed in hate,

used up in idleness

playing yet the lady’s part

estranged to vanity.

It is justice to you to say your fear equaled your tyranny.

You were afraid to nurse your young

lest fallen breast offend your master’s sight

and he should flee to firmer loveliness.

And so you passed them, your children, on to me.

Flesh that was your flesh and blood that was your blood

drank the sustenance of life from me.

And as I gave suckle I knew I nursed my own child’s enemy.

I could have lied,

told you your child was fed till it was dead of hunger.

But I could not find the heart to kill orphaned innocence.

For as it fed, it smiled and burped and gurgled with content

and as for color knew no difference.

Yes, in that first while

I kept your sons and daughters alive.

But when they grew strong in blood and bone

that was of my milk


taught them to hate me.

PUt your decay in their hearts and upon their lips

so that strength that was of myself

turned and spat upon me,

despoiled my daughters, and killed my sons.

You know I speak true.

Though this is not true for all of you

When I bestirred myself for freedom

and brave Harriet led the way

some of you found heart and played a part

in aiding my escape.

And when I made my big push for freedom

your sons fought at my sons’ side.

Your husbands and brothers too fell in that battle

when Crispus Attucks died.

It’s unfortunate that you acted not in the way of justice

but to preserve the Union

and for dear sweet pity’s sake;

Else how came it to be with me as it is today?

You abhorred slavery

yet loathed equality.

I would that the poor among you could have seen

through the scheme

and joined hands with me.

Then, we being the majority, could long ago have recued

our wasted lives.

But no.

The rich, becoming richer, could be content

while yet the poor had only the pretense of superiority

and sought through murderous brutality

to convince themselves that what was false was true.

So with KKK and fiery cross

and bloodied appetites

set about to prove that “white is right”

forgetting their poverty.

Thus the white supremacist used your skins

to perpetuate slavery.

And woe to me.

Woe to Willie McGee.

Woe to the seven men of Martinsville.

And woe to you.

It was no mistake that your naked body on an Esquire calendar

announced the date, May Eighth.

This is your fate if you do not wake to fight.

They will use your naked bodies to sell their wares

though it be hate, Coca Cola or rape.

When a white mother disdained to teach her children

this doctrine of hate,

but taught them instead of peace

and respect for all men’s dignity

the courts of law did legislate

that they be taken from her

and sent to another state.

To make a Troy Hawkins of the little girl

and a killer of the little boy!

No, it was not for the womanhood of this mother

that Willie McBee died

but for the depraved, enslaved, adulterous woman

whose lustful demands denied,

lied and killed what she could not possess.

Only three months before another such woman lied

and seven black men shuddered and gave up their lives.

These women were upheld in these bloody deeds

by the president of this nation,

thus putting the official seal on the fate

of white womanhood with in these United States.

This is what they plan for you.

This is the depravity they would reduce you to.

Death for me

and worse than death for you.

What will you do?

Will you fight with me?

White supremacy is your enemy and mine.

So be careful when you talk with me.

Remind me not of my slavery, I know it will

but rather tell me of your own.

Remember, you have never known me.

You’ve been busy seeing me

as white supremacist would have me be,

and I will be myself.


My aim is full equality.

I would usurp their plan!



and plenty

for every man, woman and child

who walks the earth.

This is my fight!

If you will fight with me then take my hand

and the hand of Rosa Ingram, and Rosalee McGee,

and as we set about our plan

let our Wholehearted fight be:


Thanks to @llapen who tweeted about the film – as Beah Richards said – “The last word has not been spoken”.

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