POEM: HAIKU #103
haiku #103 fists can never hold water nor love, but cupped hands firmly opened can —kalamu ya salaam
New Orleans writer, filmmaker and educator, Kalamu ya Salaam is co-director of Students at the Center, a writing program in the New Orleans public schools. Kalamu is the moderator of neo•griot, an information blog for black writers and supporters of our literature worldwide http://kalamu.posterous.com/
Kalamu is the moderator of Breath of Life, a Black music website http://kalamu.com/bol/
Kalamu shares his creative writings on WordUp blog http://wordup.posterous.com
Kalamu also shares images of interest on SEEN • What We See blog http://seen-images.posterous.com
Kalamu can be reached at kalamu@aol.com
haiku #103 fists can never hold water nor love, but cupped hands firmly opened can —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #103 fists can never hold water nor love, but cupped hands firmly opened can —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #49 thought i left you but my train rumbles in circles each station is you —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #102 your kiss—sensual wet moonlight slow licking an ocean's naked waves —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #79 i enter your church you receive my offerings our screaming choirs merge —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #28 i quiver inside you like the ground shaking when a mighty tree falls —kalamu ya salaam
bb explains why… (a haiku for mr. king) we’d be so damn mean if me and lucille couldn’t sing these sad ass songs —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #58 black people believe in god, & i believe in black people, amen haiku #93 may the life i lead help others live, may my work help beauty be born haiku #96 our bodies teach us take nourishment from the good & shit out the rest haiku #100 what we know limits us, wisdom loves everything not yet understood —kalamu ya salaam
NINE NEW ORLEANS HAIKU French Quarter Intimacies through weathered wood dark on shadowed streets ancient voices whisper history * * * New Orleans Rainbow from buttered gold to purpled black, the sundry shades of my people shine * * * Our Natures Rise hard core nights are so erotic, a whiff of the breeze is narcotic * * * Sunrise On The River shy dawn tenderly gold tongue kisses the rippling river's flowing face * * * Quarter Moon Rise soft moon shimmers out of cloudy dress, stirred by night's suggestive caress * * * All Nite Long amid dancing & drinking til dewed dawn, nights stretch 24 hours long * * * The Spice Of Life cayenne in our blood we dance, eat, laugh, cry & love with peppered passion * * * St. Louis Cemetery Crypt bones float in raised stone, white, altared graves, blood transformed, become black souled thrones * * * Makes You Go Oohhh! sing of lusty foods so savory they buck jump cross your tongue's dance floor —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #112 emerging from jail their dragon, our butterfly his smile is so huge —kalamu ya salaam
