News Flash.

So its been brought to my attention that some people have a problem with the "sexual content" in my blog posts. To that I say, I in no way endorce or promote sex but I do promote humanity and who I am, and we are sexual beings. A great majority of my post have nothing to do with sexual relations at all. Take my poem "Hello" for example, I used the entire poem as a metaphor for my experience falling in love with poetry.


HELLO

We bumped into each other at the local shop rite
He knocked over my shopping basket (This line creates the illusion of my stumbling upon poetry being accidental)
I got caught up in his eyes,
His lips
Then his...
Package (This displays my analyzing of my then new artform. "Package" in its truest form being what it had to offer me)
He rudely interrupted my sweet reverie with " Hello"
Still partially in trance I mustered up a " Hi"
Not smooth like his
I was nervous and off pitch (This portrays my first attempt at poetry; an annylitical comparison between myself and already established artists)
Somewhere between then and now
I invited him over to my place (This illudes to me becoming comfortable with poetry)
Whispers in modest baritone
We loved like he was my Beetle and I his Ocean child (Referencs John Lennon- member of the Beetles and his wife Yoko Ono- Chinese translation for Ocean Child; Both were artist, John, a musician and lyricist and Yoko, an artist, art collector, musician and philosipher. On the night of their honeymoon they invited the media to their hotel room for a "Bed In For Peace")
Avant-garde, he pushed me to new hights
and I pushed back
Creating rhythm and rhyme
We made poetry

- Sade' Miller

This poem like much of my poetry has a connotation that lies deeper than the mind of the adverage close-minded person will ever be able to percieve. Let's stop running from who we are and hiding behind "the politically correct." Oh yeah and for whoever said that the picture of the girl with her bra being removed in one of my older posts was me, take a second guess. (The girl/woman or whatever she was, was found on GOOGLE IMAGES and she is clearly a caucasion or hispanic woman. *Both of which I am not.)

-One love.

Ode To A Tree

Like Juvenile's kiss
Blooming, green and tender
He was young, unpredictable and
full of eternity

Withstood summers of lovers' heat
The sultriness of Junes
& passion of Julys
Bitter winters
And fruitful springs

Love note and names
faded with years on limbs that
danced with sunshine
But time,
As it goes by the watchful eye of
the rising sun
Memories past
The sun has set
Memories made no more

- Sade' Miller

Hello

We bumped into each other at the local shop rite
He knocked over my shopping basket
I got caught up in his eyes,
His lips
Then his...
Package
He rudely interrupted my sweet
reverie with " Hello"
Still partially in trance I mustered
up a " Hi"
Not smooth like his
I was nervous and off pitch
Somewhere between then and now
I invited him over to my place
Whispers in modest baritone
We loved like he was my Beetle
and I his Ocean child
Avant-garde, he pushed me to new
hights and I pushed back
Creating rhythm and rhyme
We made poetry

- Sade' Miller

NIght Sky

Heaven is mad at our indiscretions
Gloomy with charcoal, and
depressed blue
Sleep lurking behind corners
I blink my eyes
And blink again
The sun can no longer peer
through the clouds to see you and I
Goodbye till morning

- Sade' Miller

Yellow

How do I love you?
Like sweet memories of hip-hop
and penny candies
Or do I love you like stars,
Filling every crevice of eternity?

Do I love you like green, or like red,
Or royal blues?
Like love that is new
Or like pain?

Maybe like hop- scotch and vanilla
ice cream
Like tennis shoes
Or do I love you like Christmas
morning and summer time?

Do I love you like us and we
Like certainty
Like simplicity
Like art and spirituality

How do I love you?

I love you like poetry
Like singing my favorite song in
the shower
Like clear skies, 83 degrees
Like yellow.

- Sade' Miller

Mommy

Sister with mister's hand
Wooed the world with green thumbs
Bled Treble cleffs and
Shed tears of watercolors
Face like beautiful music;
Piano, not gritty and soulful, only
the white keys
Strength of Black Panthers
Curved fist, tight grip
Bore life like mother earth
No daises or jasmine
Just roses with thorns that stung,
Just us

- Sade' Miller