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A Powerful Woman
A powerful woman is a true lady
whos honest and loyal.
She is a woman of integrity
and given the highest respect of royal.
A powerful woman is a virtuous woman
whose steps are guided by Gods light.
She is connected to the most high
through daily prayers that lead to the night.
A powerful woman is someone you can rely on,
and she supports her King.
She will make sacrifices for anyone she loves
and will bring you under her wing.
When a powerful woman walks into a room
she is noticed as they stare.
A strong man admires a powerful woman
and recognizes that she is rare.
A powerful woman proudly
wears her invisible crown.
She is not envious of other powerful women
so you never see a jealous frown.
A powerful woman shows
compassion for people in need.
She will gladly offer her assistance
because she wants you to succeed.
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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He Loves Me
He is my gift,
and in God's image he was made.
He assures me that
his love will never fade.
His blanket of love
has restored my trust.
My body now sparkles
from his diamond dust.
During challenging times
he is my rock.
His protection is constant
like the tick of a clock.
Flowing freely from his lips
are words of encouragement,
that I wear like
a satin garment of adornment.
No other woman will do,
and my loyalty test he exceeds.
He only desires my love
as flames crave dry weeds.
He fills my body with love
until it overflows.
I will stand in ovation
until the entire world knows.
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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His Loving Embrace
A video plays in my mind
of a faceless mans embrace.
A romantic journey he takes me
that no other man can trace.
With the physique of a bodybuilder
he captures my attention as he poses.
His shoulders are as wide
as the land that nurtures the spring roses.
His hands are strong yet they
gently caress me into a hypnotic state.
An eternity I have waited for his touch,
but I feel this must be fate.
"His Loving Embrace" gives me
strength to endure.
A lifetime of pains
that only he can cure.
When I am sad he knows
what songs will make me smile.
If he thinks it will please me
he will go the extra mile.
Like the surge of a tornado
he elevates my mind.
And provides mental caressing
that he knows will cause me to unwind.
With magnetic force he pulls me
into a world of fantasy.
Like the flow of a volcano
I erupt into ecstasy.
To save me he will
proudly sacrifice his life.
He has no idea that
I would die to be his wife.
From darkness my eyes shall open,
and revealed he will be.
A Knight in shinning armor
will finally untie what binds me.
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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Abandoned Cries
Through nine months of fear
she carried him full term.
Another statistic of
unplanned sperm.
A scared teen mother
walked away.
An innocent baby
in a dumpster now lay.
The father had yelled to her,
That boy is not my kid!
Those words flooded her mind
as she closed the dumpsters lid.
A legacy of low self-esteem
she inherited from her mother,
who gave private dances
to one man after another.
In search of food a homeless man
found cries instead.
An infant abandoned,
and left for dead.
Battling thoughts of suicide
while she sits in a jail cell.
But thanks to a stranger,
her baby will live to tell.
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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My Yellow Rose
You are my Yellow Rose,
and I need you like air.
My throne is ready,
and you will have a chair.
You are a beautiful symbol
of power and light.
Like the sun radiates the sky
you make my spirits bright.
Your smile makes
the Bluebirds sing.
As I bow I offer you
a 3-caret diamond ring.
I have watched you bloom
over the years.
Patiently waiting
as this day nears.
I benefit greatly
from your wisdom.
Sit beside me
while I rule my Kingdom.
Like a field of wild flowers
our love will grow.
Any weeds getting between us
I will mow.
Your heart has been captured
for the rest of your days.
Your soil will be showered
with my love always.
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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Do You?
When the hummingbird is at your window,
Do you see me?
As the waves rush upon the shore,
Do you hear me?
In the garden where the yellow roses bloom each spring,
Do you smell me?
When you bite into the riches milk chocolate,
Do you taste me?
When you squeeze your pillow ever so tightly,
Do you feel me?
I can't help but ponder these things as simple as they may be.
Do you know how truly special you are to me?
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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Thelma Pope = My Queen of The Universe
My mother, My Queen of The Universe,
stands on high.
Giving life to eight children
yet refused to sigh.
Love and respect she instilled
in me so dearly.
I try to bestow more than saying,
"happy Mothers Day" yearly.
My mother is as beautiful
as a falling star out of
reach,
descending towards
Dauphin Islands sandy beach.
Her life she placed on hold
since teaching me was a priority.
From ABCs and 123s
graduation came even as a minority.
953 Basil Street was where
she created many memories with ease.
Love and laughter was dessert
with home-cooked meals she served to please.
Pleasant thoughts of seeing Mardi Gras floats go by
as she held my hand.
I remember the beads and candy raining down
that seemed so grand.
Mom overcame many struggles
and most times hid them well.
On positive thoughts she focused
and negative thoughts she did not dwell.
Calm under pressure was how
she handled trials and tribulation.
Prayer was her connection,
and on God she relied without hesitation.
There are times when I can see her reflection
in my siblings and me.
Loving, positive, and being long-suffering
are all wonderful things to be.
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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Harvey Pope = A Strong Black Man
My father, rest in peace,
on this day you were born,
You instilled in me
a love to adorn.
I shall never know another black man
as strong and powerful as He,
Who taught me honor and discipline
for a path that he saw for Me.
He knew what a leader was
and proudly stepped up to the plate.
He never turned his back
on his family or state.
He knew how to make less
seem like so much more.
With each sacrifice he made
I was keeping score.
People often wonder
where I get my bravery.
He taught me how to survive
in a world of slavery.
So many positive things
I could say about MY dad.
You can clearly see him in me,
especially when I am mad.
It is his blood that
proudly runs through me.
He gave me
Angel wings to fly free.
--Original Poem By: Avis Pope--
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I honor my father on this day and every day of my life.
Harvey Pope was A Strong Black Man!
Rest In Peace Dad and Happy Birthday on this July 14.
He passed away in 1998.
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