“Empowerment of Love ‘And I wait, wait patiently for you, for you to turn around, to see you. And I saw your face again, touched by time’ Simply Beautiful my Brother Love & Blessings!” “Interesting take on perceptions here brethren... another masterpiece I might add.” (from the poem, I Visited You.)
“Excellent all-inclusive work Mr. Hood. Words for every walk of life, for every mentality, as only a true poet can do.” much respect
"Good Morning, Rickey!!
I'm up reading your books, with a cup of Coffee. They go together, Good Book, good coffee. Must read books.
In Due Season and Take My Hand Walk With Me.
Get in that comfortable sofa, wrap a blanket around your shoulder. Get a Hot cup of Tea and read these books."
Rickey K. Hood was born in Charlotte NC. He is an award-winning poet as well as an essayist, playwright and performer. His poems and essays has been published in many anthologies such as Journey to Timbooktu, edited by Memphis Vaughan Jr.; Our Truth, edited by Dr. Uplift; Main Street Rag, volume 6 #1; Humanities in the South, Journal of the Southern Humanities Council #89 and numerous others. His work has also appeared in magazines like: Key Stone 1997 Central Piedmont Community College student arts publication; Six issues of AMAG, INC. Awareness Magazine; and he is a former journalist for the independently published Black Reign News published in New York city. He has also been honored twice in the Marquis: Who’s Who in America 2001 and 2002 editions.
While sitting in the park
I heard the laughter of children
Loud and wonderful
Pouring down as rain on budding leaves
And it was then I understood
That it was God I heard laughing.
The soft still voice of the wind
Broke forth in a belly shaking laugh
Filling the air with a pure unconditional joy
A good belly laugh not filled with wrath,
Vengeance, punishments or judgments
I was surprised to hear that is was
Not a “look at man’s foolishness” laugh
Or, God is laughing at us, laugh
But instead, God is laughing with us
Enjoying the joy of the day
Now I can hear the happiness of God
Whose laughter rains down on us
Through the joy of children
"I saw it filled with roses and butterflies"
The poet wrote
While sitting on the patio of her suburban ranch
Looking out over her garden
She writes laments over her favorite
Coffee cup/ the ridge chipped/ handle now broken
And she worries/ if coffee drinking
Will ever be the same again
She documents the lines on her face
Watching as they intersect
And deepen/ each day noticing a new line
Writing panic poetic introspective
On her aging face
She notes/ the sweet texture of chocolate
Adhering to her fingers
And she write of its finite
Yet/ necessary existence
A poet myself/ read
Her verses of polished and tainted metaphors
And wonder what life is like in a suburban ranch
Locked behind high fences and security systems
While I live in the world of shots in the dark
And freshly freed convicts living
Next door and down the street
Turning my street corner into a cell block
I don't have time for a favorite coffee cup
And the lines of time on my face are welcomed
There are no preferences of gourmet assorted chocolates
But/ I do have dreams
Of fields filled with roses and butterflies