Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Who we are

July 25, 2017

We are flesh, and bone,

gristle and tendon,

We are blood, and muscle,

eyeball and ear,

a fragile hunk of skin over skeleton,

veins and arteries,

ligaments, hair,

and underneath, a brain that is thinking,

while magical neurons

flash signals through air,

We draw breath, take in oxygen,

exhale the carbon,

while a heart pumps blood

to our organs and toes,

We fall in love with another,

We contemplate stars,

We laugh, we create,

wonder who we are,

We are conscious beings,

use language and reason,

and at some point we know,

there are worlds beyond this one.

cfblack 07-25-2017








Creating final exams

July 16, 2017


Stay out of my way–

I am at work,

the words come slowly,

I take many breaks,

This is MY creative process,

a labor of love,

gathering lessons learned

in a semester of time,

This group will never come again,

they splinter and vanish,

in two more days,

The best result being

more questions than answers,

The answers are supplied with their response,

Their decisions, their analysis,

their actions, their future,

There is no right answer,

it is up to them,

to consider alternatives,

challenge every fact,

Think outside the box,

Re-write the question,

Because we need a better world,

and my time is limited.

Yours is the journey, now,

Your future the new path,

the challenge is the choice,

which way will you walk?

cfblack, 07-16-2017

poem for Naylah on her 7th birthday

June 3, 2017

Happy 7th Birthday Naylah

We picked strawberries

And waited for you,


Mommy, so heavy,

So ready for you,


But you were late!

(just a little bit)


Baba wondered,

Would he have another son?

Or a BEAUTIFUL daughter



We rushed to the Birthing Center

Where you were born,

Grandma played with Zakiah

In the waiting room,


And then – there you were!

Out of Mommy you came!


Someone said, “It’s a girl!”

And Mommy cried


For Naylah



Was here,

And life was never the same.

cfblack, 06-03-2017

Naylah age 7

End of semester depression

April 21, 2017

End of semester depression

About to kick in

Classes full of students


Chaotic hours of young adults

Speaking texting



Last gatherings of these particular groups

Final thoughts expressed

Arguments put forth

This group of seniors

Moving on

The first in their families

To get a degree

Their families beaming

With expectations

Hopes for their future

On their sleeves

We wonder

Who they will become?

What life will bring them

After they leave?

At this point,

All is possibility,

With fear of their reality,

This is the moment they will dance,

Time to celebrate.

                  cfblack 4-21-2017

End of semester, Beginning of life

April 21, 2017

I’m tired,

and I hope I can find

all the Quiz 2’s

for the right students,

so we can go over them

before the final.

I hope I can answer all their questions.

I hope that they ASK some questions.

I hope they turn in

that ONE assignment

I allow them to make up

that they never did,

Because I’m a nice person,

a caring prof,

who would happily give all A’s

and not focus on grades at all,

but just have conversations

about what they are learning —

from each other,

from the book,

from the Internet,

from their phones,

and what do they think about it?

And I want to tell the seniors,

Baby, just slow down,

It’s not over,

It’s never over,

You will always be learning,

the road is long,

And as soon as you leave this place —

which you are itching so bad to do —

Life is gonna smack you in the gut,

and you won’t even see it coming.

But don’t ever give up,

And don’t let it get you down,

Because life is beautiful

and it’s all worth it,

Just keep your head up

Stay informed

Speak your mind

And be involved,

Don’t accept the world as it is

Do your best to change it,

Find something to do that is worthwhile,

Because life is truly

what you make of it.

cfblack  04-21-2017


April 13, 2017


Clowns are scary.

They don’t show who they really are,

Paint their faces,

And laugh too much.

They run around in circles,

Fall over themselves,

Ride silly bikes,

And play mean tricks.

Adults think their children will laugh at them,

But children know,

And are scared of clowns.

We don’t know what they will do next,

Will they be funny?

Will they fall down?

These days, clowns are running the world,

They play silly games,

Fall over themselves,

Play tricks on us,

See if we notice,

And laugh and laugh,

And laugh.

cfblack  04-13-2017

Driving through the storm

April 6, 2017

Driving Through the Storm

Racing home in the rain,

I hold onto steering wheel,

Peering over it, I sit up straight,

Trying to see the road.

I follow the truck in front of me

With blinkers on,

His, and mine,

And realize why

people drive

into dangerous water they shouldn’t have,

It’s too hard to see

where road ends

And water begins,

Or how deep it is.

Just as in life, we take our chances,

Follow our instincts,

Say a prayer,

And hope we make it through.

I check my seatbelt,

Take my time,

Place my finger on the window button,

so just in case

I am swept away,

I’ll roll it down

to make it outside,

Because the story that stays with me

From the thousand-year-flood,

Is the lady whose car

met a wall of water

While driving under a bridge,

She was 3 blocks from a hospital,

swept away in the middle of town,

trapped within her car.

So carefully we plan our day,

So unaware of our fragileness,

So close is this world to the next,

We make the jump in a minute,

So set the course of your journey,

And plan what you do each day,

But realize life has twists and turns,

Appreciate the time you have

And all you learn along the way.

     cfblack  04-05-2017                                 

Jesus returned as a refugee

February 28, 2017

Jesus returned as a refugee,

His Holy Mother stepped into the boat,

She rocked him gently through the night,

singing songs, until the storm.

Its waves capsized their fragile craft,

they sank in the rolling sea,

Their sacred bodies washed up on the shore,

sacrificed, for you, and me.


Jesus returned in a female form,

during China’s one-child policy,

She was sacrificed before her birth,

so She never came to be.


God, being generous with His gift,

sent Him again to a warring country,

His house was bombed by a cruel regime,

and no one intervened.


How many times will He be sent?

and how many times in love?

How many times do we reject

the Message from above.


*Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. (Matthew 25:40)

             cfblack 2-28-2017

The Wall

February 10, 2017

The Wall

The great wall of China,
The Berlin wall,
The wall of indifference,
The walls of Jericho,
The Buddha lived behind a wall, until venturing over the side
Where he observed suffering for the first time,
and he wept for what he saw,
A wall is a barrier, It blocks our view,
It shuts people out, It locks others in,
No matter how high you build a wall,
We are one, I can feel their tears,
Whose family are you walling out?
(Not yours, they roam easily)
Who do you think you are walling in?
(not me, my heart is free)
Your arrogance is your downfall,
Your greed the end of your power,
We, the people, live here now,
Go back to your ivory tower,
The walls of Jericho crumbled and fell
With the sound of a trumpet call,
“Some things you may wish you had never said,”
said a friend to Marie Antoinette.
                           cfblack 02-10-2017


December 31, 2016

The Darkness gives way,

Orange fingers reach across the night,

Then pink, becomes Light.


cfblack, 12-31-16