Softness of Shadows A softness of shadows,
silhouettes of the words
by a poetess written on the
walls by way of moonlight.
My eyes are focused
on the uncanny resemblance
to a noted Queen,
a bél kryptonite.
Her words are outspoken,
potent like the passion she
has to touch deeply, a soul
worth knowing if need be.
And so I keep reading,
because they always reach
me even in their distant
yet mind holding entity.
—JG
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Making Peace With Me I remain in my mind for thoughts
to combine and make peace with me.
For on the outside I hurt with grief,
and it cuts when my flesh bleeds.
I try to make sense of things but can’t
stay out of the blade’s reach.
Right now they’re all superficial,
but what do I do when it pains deep?
I’m beginning to feel much like that
forbidden river, or worse, that red sea.
What if I cross over to the white light
and God keeps me? But I need me!
—JG
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Imagine That Go there with me
from the day into the night,
when the sun cools its temper
and the moon enjoys the shade.
Let us be free as a cloud,
skipping rain drops in a lake,
remembering that it’s possible
to have fun with the impossible.
Go there with me
from the calm into the storm,
when thunder becomes grumpy
and lightning holds its calm.
Let us be free as a cloud,
packing our bags and moving on,
remembering that it’s possible
to weather what seems impossible.
-Jg
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Imaginary Deep stimulation
Convos from the lung’s depth
Expelled from isolation
A blank space with no one else
And so I am the company I keep
- Jg
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Let’s Go There Go there with me,
from the day into the night,
when the sun cools its temper
and the moon enjoys the shade.
Let us be free as a cloud,
skipping rain drops in a lake,
remembering that it’s possible
to have fun with the impossible.
Go there with me,
from the calm into the storm,
when thunder becomes grumpy
and lightning holds its calm.
Let us be free as a cloud,
packing our bags and moving on,
remembering that it’s possible
to weather what seems impossible.
- Jg |
Acrostic - Poetry P: latue the mind
O: pen your soul
E: stablish a pen
T: ranscribe your story
R: elish the form
Y: earn for the intimacy
- Jg
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Star Person - Recover He was broken, torn from his cosmos,
And ideas of not getting it back frayed.
Hope was far sought, a last tomorrow,
An antic vanishing recollection like age.
Next day came it was dark as night,
Like the sun was as tired as his face.
No amount of space made closure tight,
Listening to all the loose ends imitate.
The following day he was a new moon,
And ugly blemishes were pretty scars.
Thankful to light a way to find his loom,
Although beat, he was not conquered.
-Jg
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Committments
Constantly on top
even behind curtains,
like yesterday’s moon
Blooming to break away
from closed spaces,
a seed achieved from its womb

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Salvation of a Race We used to be
the shadows of mankind,
silhouettes now come to the light
depicting images scanty no more.
An absorbing canvas,
how slavery and segregation
didn't break our mirrors
shattering the vanity's core.
Black empowerment
like a jaguar crowned panther
because it was made a different print
from the anchor.
Reveries dead,
we are a movement strong
like the bus Rosa parked
to minister our color.
-Jg |
Grounded to Stay Afloat Grounded to stay afloat,
walking in the shoes
that take me through
my days above water.
Anchored to swim tough,
a melanin boat
filled with pride and notions,
drifting like the free wind.
Rifting through
the blemished layers
my past skins flaked away
from my pigment.
No remnants
in the other side of the mirror,
only pillars of my self love
spitting the image of me now.
-Jg |