Morphological Confetti

Dailymotion blogged video Paul Robeson Water Boy Video sent by paleopale Paul LeRoy Bustill Robeson (April 9, 1898 – January 23, 1976) was a multi-lingual African American actor, athlete, bass-baritone concert singer, writer, civil rights activist, Spingarn Medal winner, and Lenin Peace Prize laureate.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. By: Robert Frost Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work frequently drew inspiration from rural life in New England. He was also the Inaugural poet for John F. Kennedy in 1961. Photos: These photos were taken yesterday here in DC directly after snowfall. Click photos to enlarge images

Gil Scott-Heron (born April 1, 1949) is an African American poet and spoken word musician of the 60's, 70's and 80's. His famous words, "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" is a battle cry that has made it's way into the 21st century. He is the son of Jamaican footballer Gil Heron, who was one of the first black professionals to play in the UK. This is one of my favorite songs from Gil Scott Heron titled, The Bottle . Enjoy your weekend and be safe. Peace & Soul~

Hello family! It's always great to end the week on a good note. A Soul note. I was just checking out Geoffrey Philp's blog and he has this great post on Soul Music. I'm going back to comment. Geoffrey is asking the question, "Where Have All the Men of "Soul" Gone?" Click to find out more. Photo image courtesy of: www.sunstudio.com

Bowl Of Gathered Thoughts Here Mom Throw your childhood stories in this wide bowl Fill it up with your Haitian history I know Grandma is not here anymore But I can still taste her pineapple kisses tattooed on your Cheeks When I rub your face you laugh just like her You add baking powder to elevate this family’s heart With your legacy for many generations to appreciate What you are all about The pain and sorrow you encountered Are long forgotten but we can still mix a pinch of salt A reminder with cherry kisses Mix lots of sugar in this bowl since Papa walked away He never even bothered to say goodbye I don’t really care Truth is…your love is plenty and thickens this dough Filling up this bowl you flavored with your loving essence Creating for ourselves a rich and delicious upside down Cake Cathy Delaleu, writer & poet “Wrapping Thoughts Beneath Emotive Rain.” (2006) Cathy’s talent and love for her Haitian roots can be felt throughout this book of poetry. I particularly like this po...

These photos were taken on Sunday night at Busboys & Poets. We set out to go there despite the wind and blowing snow. We had a great time playing Scrabble and just talking. I know...I always go to Busboys! When am I going to go somewhere else? We'll see next time. Check out Bess Photos On Flickr for more photos. Peace~

The Devil Complains Well, the Devil said to someone said, no matter what good he did people, he did not have a good name. The Devil said, "All right, I will let you see this." Now the Devil went to God, and he said to God let God put a big stone on the path, and he would put a sack of money, then they should see who would get the credit. Well, when they did this, then one day someone came by and he struck his fooot on the stone. At once he said, "The Devil put the stone on the path and made me strike my foot!" Now another came by and he saw the money. He took the money, and at once he said, "Praise God! I say to you 'Many thanks,'[that] I found the money." At once the Devil said, "You see, it is I who put down the money, but the man gives God thanks. And the person who put down the stone, he curses. So me he cursed, and he thanked God. So did I not tell you that I get no justice on earth?" Proverb: Look where you stub your foot, but do n...

Dream Variations To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me- That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening... A tall, slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me. By: Langston Hughes Today, I want to dedicate this poem to a dear friend of the Bess family. This poem came to mind soon after I heard of her passing around 3am this morning. She's no longer with us in the physical, but she is always in our hearts. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!! all the heavens. Your sister is coming home. We love you. MmmmmmmBBBbbbbaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

A big hug and kiss to everyone. This isn't necessarily in celebration of Valentines Day, but mostly just for the love and support. It's not mush...It's all about love. This photo (if you remember from a previous post) was inspired by my wife who escaped my clutches during this shot. xoxoxo Peace~

This is just one more change to this blog. I wanted a template that complimented the theme of my website. I like this template because it has the texture of a scroll or old papers. I'm sorry if some of you miss the bright Orange. This should be it for a while. Thanks again for all of your support. Peace~ Photo: Side view of my grandfather's childhood home in North Carolina.

Hello everyone. I just wanted to give all of you the heads up on what I am doing with this blog . Well, I recently purchased a domain for Morphologicalconfetti.com and I have plans to develop the site more. I want to continue with what I've been doing, but I also want to showcase new and upcoming talent in the literary and arts community. I am very excited about it and I hope to have the gallery, favorite links and others up and running within the next couple of weeks! Some of you found out by accident so I am making it official now. *smile* I hope that you enjoy what I have in store for all of us. Peace~

Have you ever wondered why some black folk tend to “shout” or “get happy” during church service? Long ago, after or during the church service, some of the congregation would join in a “ring shout.” It is an African praise tradition that has survived a deliberate and somewhat successful campaign to "De- Africanize" the black man and woman here in America during slavery. Sadly, many of our black educated ministers and church goers have abandoned this form of spiritual expression. They associate this sort of behavior as “geechee,” “country,” or just plain unsophisticated. Fortunately, this African praise tradition has prevailed today in some black churches here in America. This is especially true down south thanks to black women. It’s one of the few remnants of African culture that was not completely destroyed by bondage. It’s part of our beautiful culture. It’s even more beautiful to behold. “The men and women arranged themselves in a ring. The music started, perhaps with...

Photo: Read St in Baltimore, Maryland " Grab your coat and get your hat Leave your worries on the doorstep Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the street Cant you hear the pitter-pat And that happy tune is your step Life can be complete On the sunny side of the street..." Song: Sunny Side of the Street [as sung by Louis Armstrong] I really love that song. It's just a feel good song and who could sing a feel good song better than Satchmo? *smile* This has been a busy week for me, but the weekend is finally here. Also, this week I was accepted on the Kenyan Blogs Webring. It's a network of Kenyans and friends of Kenyans who network and share ideas. It's an extended blog family. I'm not Kenyan, but I am a friend. So, I'd like to thank my friends, Uaridi and Mshairi for introducing me to the family. Well, I hope that you all enjoy your weekend. Be safe! Me? I'm going to see family this weekend and check out the Super Bowl. Peace~

[ Stevie arrives home from school. His mother is in the kitchen making dinner .] Stevie: “Hey, momma!” Momma: “Hey Stevie! How was school today?” Stevie: “It was okay.” [ Stevie slumps into the chair at the kitchen table ] Momma: “What’s wrong baby? Is everything all right in school?” Stevie: “Momma, didn’t you always tell me that if somebody put their hands on me that I should make sure that they don’t do it again?” Momma: [ Mother rushes to look at Stevie closely ] “ Yes. Why, did somebody put their hands on you today?” Stevie: “No, but Officer Friendly was at our school today.” Momma: “Oh, that’s nice. I used to love it when Officer Friendly came to visit our school when I was a little girl. What did he share with the kids today?” Stevie: “Momma, he said that more and more young black men are dying by the hands of another black man every day in America before they reach the age of 21. Officer friendly said that kids are dying by the thousands!” Momma:...