Sunset Be Gone

Sunset be gone till tomorrow

There’s no hope till tomorrow

The love we shared is no longer there

My dear sweet sunset be gone till tomorrow till I have loved no more

My heart skips a beat

Oh sunset be gone for thee has no true meaning of love

Take my hand and steal it away for no love shall ever stay

Love is here but should I just ran away

Come back sweet sunset

Come back sweet sunset

That I doubt I have no sense of fear

Goodbye sunset forever

Sunset is gone!

Goodbye sunset, sweet dreams

Till we meet tomorrow

The Woman That I am

The Woman that I am…

I carry myself through the good and bad hardships I go through

I stand with affirmation and dignity to succeed in life’s journeys

I am a woman who has made a lot of sacrifice’s in her life to get where I am today

I am a woman with ambition and pride

I stay strong for my family and friends

I am a woman who is proud of my ancestors and cultural background

W is for the wisdom I stand for

O is for overcoming many obstacles in my life

M is for motivation

A is for assurance and aspirations we have in life

N is for the nourishment and noble blessings given to me.



Grandma you bring joy and laughter in my world

Your smile is so bright it lights up my world

When I hear your sweet sounding voice calling my name

I know it’s you right near on my trail

When you read me stories and make me snacks

I love to see you dance all day around peek-a-boo stack

Grandma you’re kind, sweet and honest woman

Who stands strong despite what others may think

You carry yourself with dignity, courage and pride

Hold on just tight that grandma my life will be just fine

Be sweet and be cool like a baby bumblebee

Fly away not to far so I can to be with you grandma

(In loving memory of Mary Magdalene Pate Howell)

Don’t Waste Life


Is there anybody going to listen to my story?

Every bridge I cross brings me closer to this circuitous journey through time

Traveling through perpendicular dirty and rocky road

Where am I now, and where will I go from here?

Standing in the middle of a narrow and pebbled empty road

Hearing nothing but the echoed sounds of flowing trees and chirping of birds

Is it an illusion? Or is it reality? I really don’t know

Days seem to pass by like the hours on a grandfather clock

Before long its months then years

Life is like a game of chess

A battlefield full of tactics, strategy and sacrifices to fight for victory

Contemplating life’s hopes and fears

Before I knew it my whole life had passed me by

Arising from a state of shock that transforms into a mystery

Now here I stand before the silence and narrow road

Reflecting back on my life with God reaching out from the heavenly blue skies

Learning about the value and self-discovery of life

Having the potential of understanding within ourselves

All you need, you have within you

Let YOUR life begin.

Footprints In the Sand

A poem of salvation, assurance and faith

That is buried deep in the sand a set of footprints

Told of endless story of courage and faith

Being carried across this land with knowledge of hope and kindness

He carried a heavy weight for me through trials and suffering

Lifting my bruised and bloody feet

Into his everlasting healing arms as my healing of my mind, body and soul was complete

He didn’t have to lift my burden from anguish, sorrow or even defeat

For my endless suffering was mine to bear

He didn’t have to soften my way of endless pain

His eternal love, he didn’t have to share

Still He lifted me into His arms and carried me with ease

He soothed my fear and crumpled brow

He carried me through the many steps down this circuitous journey through time

Too weak to stand or walk

He soothed away the strife

Now through the midst I look behind me

As I stand on heaven’s Holy shore

Those buried footprints deepened in the sand, as a open door forms across mushy sand

He knocked so many times, but I didn’t heed the call

Until my life turned into turmoil and then I surrendered all.

I thank God that Jesus waited for me to unlock the door

Instead of seeing footprints my feet would be cut and sore

Now with soft healed feet I kneel before the throne

I praise Jesus and rejoice, as I claimed salvation for my own

I have completed my last hour

If you look behind and only see one set of footprints in the sand

Know that you’re being carried towards the Holy Kingdom of the Promise land.

Leaving a Soldier Behind…

I remember his voice, his soft touch, and the way he use to smile. I can’t believe it has been a year since he has passed. The pain and agony I feel, I try to silence it out. He was a man of strength, adversity, honor, courage, and integrity. He wasn’t just a part of a strong team, he was a part of my heart and soul. I hate that I had to leave him behind in the dangerous territories of unknown foreign land. He was my everything but my life was empty without him. Goodbye My Soldier, as we lay you to rest with your determined pride and the beauty of the American flag flowing through the wind.

I still envision him calling out to me from a far with his heavenly smile always smiling back at me. Our history together was fairly familiar and strange, he was my friend who changed to my mentor becoming more than leaving a soldier behind. When the war started he kept our family together even though he was a thousand miles away from home. Nobody else had my back like he had mines and I had his. He had five children back at home in the states staying with their spouses and children. I couldn’t see or believe this.

This is the final journey of his tour serving as a soldier. How I felt hurt, abandoned, and alone when I returned home and my family asked me, when was their love one coming home? My heart shattered into a billion pieces with a single tear rolling down my cheek. My family feeling lost, hurt, alone, and confused. The time at home seemed like a dream as I envisioned him walking through the door and leaping into my arms. He left the Army behind as he gave his life to protect. Leaving a Soldier Behind who was more than serving his country. He was a son, father, brother, and grandfather. He just wasn’t apart of their team, he was a part of our family.

Anisa African Queen

As the velvet night sky grew dark with the moon glistening over the dark blue ocean you can hear nothing but the quietness and stillness of all forms of life sleeping in country of Algeria.  Anisa was born to a family of farmers and warriors in a small village in the South of the country.  Her childhood was very pleasant and stable playing with the various other children in the village and tending to her families various farm animals.

Anisa had the spirit of a great leader with fiery burning passion of integrity, courage, honor, and self-esteem. Anisa was the youngest of twelve children and the most intelligent.  Her family always said, “Anisa, you are so smart and intelligent one; you must do something with your life.”  As Anisa grew older, she attended a local school in the village and took up an interest in playing the piano.

Her soft angelic tunes became very popular among the village and she was often called to play during village weddings and other important events.  Anisa’s piano soon became well-known in the region of Algeria and she was often called upon during special ceremonies at the Ambassador’s home in the adjoining village.  One day they came to her father and told him that the head of the country, Ambassador Askia was going to be visiting the State and they were having a grand party in his honor. They would like Anisa to play the welcome song as he walked in to the hall.  Anisa was elated, in her 18 years; this was the biggest opportunity ever to show her skills. Her mother dressed her up in Mali skirt suit with African gold print and an asymmetrical cut in the colors of purple and gold.  She also wore her grandmother’s valuable brooch which had been given as a gift to her by a visiting British missionary many years ago.

That evening, she was sitting on the promenade with little lights flickering around her and then they announced His Excellency Ambassador Askia.  That was her cue, she began and her angelic soft tunes sang like never before. The Ambassador stopped as he passed by and stood there for five minutes hearing her play and smiled as he walked on.  That night she couldn’t sleep, she was so excited that he had stopped and listened to her play.  A few weeks later, the village headman called her father and said that Ambassador Askia had sent a message of twelve white and pink orchids that he wanted to marry the sweet girl who played the piano.  When her father brought home the message, they were all very delighted, Anisa would be Queen.  The next six weeks were a whirlwind of events, parties and shopping trips and finally they left in courtiers for the big city.

The Wedding was a spectacular gala affair.  Anisa was his 13th wife and that was said to be a position of honor and wealth.  She was then taken into the Palace and given the special rooms on the right-wing on the 3rd Floor. Ambassador Askia came in that late evening of the velvet night and was very loving towards her and did things she had never experienced before but she thought, this must be what queens are supposed to be treated and do.  Ambassador Askia left in the early morning hours and she did not see him for the next several weeks.  Her life was pampered, bathing in milk, eating exotic fruits and vegetables, getting dressed in the finest garments, and being waited on hand and foot by servants.  The food, she had never seen such a spread of delicacies.

Every Monday and Saturday, there would be a market place of goods and treasures organized in the palace grounds when all the Queens would come down.  The grounds would be full of stalls from the town where the queens would pick whatever caught their fancy.  Anisa selected some gowns and a strong axe which she asked to be sent to her parents back home. They also sent three bushels of grain and rice with the consignment.  Months passed by, and one morning she woke up feeling a bit unwell and the palace doctor was called. Congratulations Queen Anisa, you are with child said the doctor.  The palace was full of festivities as the Ambassador would be soon having another heir.

A son was born to Anisa that winter, and they named him Askia after his father.  Anisa was visited less and less in the months that followed and she wondered why that was so. They said that you do put on weight during childbirth and so her becoming twice in size should have not been the reason. Ambassador Askia now had his 20th Queen and during the Monday and Saturday marketplace Anisa would see how slim and pretty the new Queens were.  But as time passed and she never got any visits by the Ambassador anymore, she started to get angry.  How dare he keep her closed up in the palace, never allowing her to wander out into the town, never allowing her to see her family or friends even her own child, never visiting her in the night and soon also stopping all gifts.

Her piano begins to rust away under the hard breeze of wind.  Her piano keys needed repair but no one bothered about that too. She was so antagonized that day when she could not take it any longer and against all rules, barged right into his private quarters to bring this up once and for all.  Fireworks went off that day and tales like this would be told to all the Queens in Algeria in the future.  But as far as Anisa was concerned and realized, she found out that certain body parts do get cold in the freezer.