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Books by Rickey K. Hood
Here at UniqueVerses Publishing in District Heights, MD, my goal is to help people be in touch with their spiritual and rational life. I strive to inspire people through the works I publish. Below are samples of insightful essays written by poet and essayist
Rickey K. Hood.
Take My Hand, Walk With Me
And you shall know the truth
Incomprehensible Concepts
Incomprehensible concepts
Develop for the docile mind
Ask questions, seek answers
Knock over ancient beliefs
To see what you can find
Popular men of enduring fame
They’re call God’s chosen
Saints/ Prophets/ Messengers/ God incarnate
Whatever!
We line them up to our like or dislike
And to them we pledge our
Endeavor
We must take from them their concepts of God
Living according to their truths
As they see it
Or be threatened with damnation
Living in fear of hellish whips
Because of the way another may see it
A loving God who tortures His worshiper
Is a contradiction to me?
A Merciful God who shows no mercy
Is a curiosity to see?
There must be more to the message sent
To make sense of these
Incomprehensible concepts
Ignorance is bliss but knowledge is burdensome
Let us dance in the night
Beneath a moonless sky
Blind to the world
Near the edge of the pit
Let the music rage
Fill our hearts and souls
As we dance violently
Near the edge of the pit
Echoes call out to us
“Watch your step, watch your step”
Disembodied voices saying nothing worth while
As we dance in time near the edge of the pit
What joy it is to be free
Twirling, twirling in the darkened sky
Free of the cares of the world
Slipping unnoticed into the pit of oblivion
To the Beat
The Poet
I’m
not here to entertain
You’ve been entertained
Enough!
I’m here to shake you up,
Make you worry, make you think
Make you work
If you
want the truth
Open
Your eyes
Open
Your ears
Open
Your mind
Experience
The poet
It’s a
message
To the blackman
A message to the whiteman
It’s a message to the yellowman
A message to the brownman
It’s a message to the gayman
A message to the strightman
It’s a message for all my sisters
Listen
To the poet
I speak the truth
I create conflict
I provoke insight
Incite revolution,
Ask… Mazen Maarouf*
The
poet
Opens doors to dark house
Turns on every light
So all may see
Pretty pictures/ hung crooked
Hand-made rugs/ on un-swept floors
Polished bathrooms/ with stains in toilets
Trash. Trash. Trash.
Sing.
Sing. Sing.
America the beautiful
The poet sees
You haven’t washed
The bodies of native-Americans
Still Stuck to your boots
Blood of African-American
Dripping from your grip
Sing
Sing
Sing
America the free
The smiles on your faces
Comfort not/not one/ right
Is equal to another
For black folks/ poor white folks
For brown folks/ justice is
Expensive/ injustice is the [plea] bargain
Sing.
Sing.
Sing.
For American civil rights for her human rights
Duplicitous
Like the grins
On her two faces… ask the family victims
Of Stand your ground laws and the killer cops.
Sing.
Sing. Sing.
America the beautiful
Beautiful America
To you
I sing
Hear the word of the poet I’m not here to entertain
You’ve been entertained
Enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Mazen Maarouf: Palestinian poet Mazen Maarouf was raised in Lebanon and recently forced into a double exile in Iceland after criticising the Syrian regime.