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Poetic Muse for the enlightenment of the people; food for cognizant consumption
Poetic Muse for the enlightenment of the people; food for cognizant consumption
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
05/01/2018
This poem piece is actually intrinsic thoughts that are personal and self related. As a young child and throughout my adolescence, I was somewhat popular in school and throughout the city. After becoming an adult, the real world introduced me to realities, such as, envy, jealousy, pear pressure, and strife. I felt that I became unintentionally infamous. My thoughts and ideas about prudence in life were commandeered, soon giving an impression of being conveniently accessible or invisible. There were times when I felt like the family outcast because my perception of life was not congruent with my family nor my immediate environment. I could look people in the face and speak to them and there was no response nor verbal engagement. Often I would think of the biblical scripture that said a prophet is not without honor except, in his own country and in his own house. I found it amazing that strangers heard my words or valued my person more so than relatives and acquaintances. This poem became my way paralleling my experience with Jesus.
The 2nd line states:
Sometimes I just want to be as a bird and take off in flight
Sometimes my spirit is taken away like a thief in the night
I'm the Black sheep
The dark horse
the long shot
I'm the one with the stain
unloved, unchosen
Let alone, filled with pain
Often in my life I've felt misunderstood...Check out the rest of this poem in my first book: Drops of Revelation. Enjoy.
Dr William W Richardson Jr
04/25/2018
"Rain Drops" is a poem that came to me early one morning (May 3, 2017). There was a thunder storm passing over and suddenly I was awakened and these inspired words came to mind while I reflected on my childhood. I thought how, as a boy, my playmates and I loved getting wet in the rain, attempting to taste the rain drops for that fresh taste on our tongues. Fresh rain-drops from heaven. Barefooted and white Tee Shirts, soaked, we enjoy the moments of rain saturating our hair and clothes while creating all sorts of water games.
Then, I thought of the song by the R&B group ("The Dramatics") that sang the hit song, "I want to go outside in the rain." These reflections motivated and inspired the words to this poem. Here is a sample:
Raindrops
Calming, soothing, not disturbing
The very thought of rain drops being out
While I'm dwelling within
giving me thoughts of washing and cleansing
Thoughts of going out
Getting wet from heaven
Thoughts of its glory descending
(Last line) I want to go outside
And taste those rain drops
I hope that this teaser would peak your interest and motivate you to preview the book or check out the entire poem. Just click on the button for the Book "Drops of Revelation" and preview. Love, Peace, and Soul.
All the best,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation: Reprise (Book) link
04/16/2018
"I Desire a Drop" is the first poem in my 1st. book "Drops of Revelation." Each poem that I am inspired to write has a back story to them. I am in the process of revealing these back stories in my blogs.
When i penned this poem I was actually thinking about the impact that a drop of any element, how it would or could change the entire complexity of any substance or thing. Then reflecting on how the blood that was shed for my salvation, just a drop, could change my entire life, the way I thought, the way I understood things and the way I spoke.
Then my thoughts flowed from blood to water, then to oil and ink and so forth.
Please allow me to give a slight preview of "I Desire a Drop."
I desire a drop
Of water from your well of living water
With hope that all will be well
I'm burning like the hot desert sand
To cool this sin, I hope you understand
I desire a drop from the Savior of Man
I desire a drop of oil
The oil of anointing
Just like the oil that flowed from Aaron's beard
I desire a drop of oil
Help me to draw near
To do your will,
Your bidding, with courage, without fear...
It is my desire that you would enjoy the rest of this poem and others...go to the store and click on the tab for book purchasing, or the single poem will be made available for purchase at a reasonable cost. Thanks for your time and attention, enjoy life poetically.
Yours truly,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
May 23, 2018
This poetry piece is basically a pictorial illustration and written verbiage of an adopted intimate moment in how we express PDA (public display of affection). We had so many photographs of our Eskimo kissing that it inspired me to write about it in a poetic format. This gesture seems to draw a smile from onlookers and even the photographers while even in studio settings. I was prompt to research it's origin and practices and purpose. So, as I discovered information and became educated, I felt it would be in good taste to share with poetry readers.
Eskimo Kiss
Like eternal bliss
The rubbing of nose
While striking a pose
A symbol of love
And of unity
An expression of faith
For eternity
It's an expression of style
From a side profile
It's a unique kiss
With a beautiful twist
This is just a teaser for your poetic snack. It would be my pleasure if you would click on the link button for Drops of Revelation and preview this poem and others to prick your poetic interest, possibly to procure a copy of the book for yourself or a friend.
Yours Truly,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
May 15, 2018
"Crazy Special" is a poem that recaptures a 1st. date picnic that my wife and i experience nature's unusual reception of our romantic experience. Animals, aquatic life, birds and insects seemed to be in on our relational existence. It is difficult to express what we witnessed that day, so I figured I would put it in a poetic format. We said it was a crazy experience coupled with, what we thought as, a special moment, thus the term we dubbed as Crazy-Special. From that point on everything that we did was dubbed Crazy-Special.
Crazy Special
Is when the Dolphins escort the ferry over the Bay
That our coupled existence sought to reach the other side
To express our love
Crazy Special
Is when nature collectively and festively gives a production, in Concert
While crawling, flying, singing, and swimming
Celebrating our romantic picnic
Feel free to go to the store page on this website and click the button link for Drops of Revelation and preview the book and check out the rest of Crazy Special...enjoy
Dr. William W Richardson Jr
May 9, 2018
Drops of Revelation is a piece that was written to reiterate the title of this book. This piece connotes how important something as small as a drop has a plethora of significance in life and our existence on earth. Drops of blood; Drops of love; Drops of rain; Drops of wisdom and Drops of oil. All of these drops and more has a vital impact on our ecology and economics; our education; our familial relationship; our governance; our religious or spiritual association; and even our health and the welfare of people or human kind.
Drops of Revelations
God drops love from His throne above
Wisdom of His Manifestation
Drops of blood from His Son
Covering our sin, for everyone's salvation
Drops of revelation
Just Like pure gold
Pearls of His majesty
Too bright to behold
Just a little sample of what's in the book. Hope you are enticed enough to preview the book "Drops of Revelation" in the store on this website.
Enjoy,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
June 11, 2018
This poem is actually an appreciation piece for my wife. There are times I may fail to express how I truly feel about her or fail to remind her of the things that bring me joy and as to why she became a choice of mine by nuptials, connecting me with her. So I decided to share a creative written illustration of who I see as Gwendolyn R. Richardson.
Queen Gwendolyn
She's always there
Demonstrating a helpful flare
She's always Spiritually sound
Her countenance never down
With a helpful heart she stands
Firmly supporting and standing by her man
Always active and part of the team
Exhorting others uplifting her self esteem
Words flow sweetly as she sings
Loving the joy that her mellow tones bring
Faces light up with a spiritual glow
As she sings in a tenor octave, for a woman, that's low
A licensed Professional Engineer
A female designer and blue-print pioneer
Gifted and talented, in a career she loves
All the while giving thanks and praises
To a creator above
Queen Gwendolyn, Is tried and true
She's thankful for God's grace and mercy
Everyday are brand new
I'm choosing to bless the readers of this blog this week with the entire poem, because I feel you, as the reader, deserve to receive the full benefit and effect of the Joy I have for My Queen.
Until next week, be blessed and stay poetically correct, what ever that mean to you. LOL...
Dr. William W Richardson Jr
June 4, 2018
This piece of poetry is an attempt of this shy brother being anxious about intimacy with the chosen lady, the wife, the residential dweller. There are times when one just want to be spontaneous and drop everything and just touch, engage, turning the home into a play ground of frolic and fun. Reliving child like fantasies and attempting to align the elements of nature metaphorically, such as, Air (Gas), Fire and Water with these earthy bodies, by reducing our intellect to animalistic behavior and qualities. Can't help it, can't wait.
Can't Wait
I see ya
Can't wait to feel Ya
In my house
You're more than just a spouse
You're more than debonair
You're my breath of fresh air
This is not a tease
You're my sunset
My cool breeze
I apologize for the tease, even-though it's stated in the poem that it wasn't a tease for the protagonist, however, it doesn't apply to the reader, smile check out the rest in the book: Drops of Revelation.
Be blessed.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr
May 29, 2018
This poem is a reflection of inhibitions stemming from youthful shyness. Reflecting on times past when I first encountered girls, I was not brave enough and skilled in communicating my true feelings about them. So, dreams and idle thoughts are the spaces that I set up my romantic residences. There were females who I would have liked to express these feelings, but I could only keep this reality in a journal or in the chasms of my brain. As a teenager I broke the ice and began to experience engaging conversation with the opposite sex, but still there existed bouts of shyness. As an adult male I began to understand that some relationships had a goal and a target of marriage. In all sincerity, marriage, personally, is a secret desire that I harbored in which I needed to convey without appearing aggressive and foolish. There are times when a stimulant would provide the courage to express these deep emotions that are to be expressed toward the individual. Often, subsequent after thoughts would leave an impression of doubt and reservation as though I was just awakened from a dream, or as though i was caught up in a cloud of smoke.
You're My Gal
You're my gal whether you know it or not
You make me feel like I've been smoking pot
If you ever decide to change your name
Just let me know so ours can be the same
Some may say to feel this way
I should be shame
You must know girl the change is not a game
If you do this, my love for you would never end
I'm dying cause of this flesh
I'm living and thinking in sin
If this synopsis pricked your curiosity, check out Drops of Revelation (The Book) and experience the remaining stanzas of this poem piece and see the results.
All the best,
. Dr. William W Richardson Jr
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
July 3, 2018
I was strolling through Hermann Park with my headsets on listening to some Reggae Music and all of a sudden this brother road by on a bicycle painted black with Green, Red and Yellow colors in some type of motif or patterns illustrated on it. He passed by and threw up the power sign and yelled out" nice colors brother nice colors," I realized at that moment why he identified with me, I was wearing my black beanie with the Green, Red, and Yellow rings on it, He was linking the colors of his bike with the colors of my beanie, thus uniting us in a collective manner.
These colors have ethnic significance, Green is for the Mother land of Africa; Red is for blood that was shed by the people in Africa who tried to protect its resources; and the yellow is symbolic of the gold that is part of the sub terrain resources that may have had something to do with the "Scramble for Africa" after WW II.
I was so inspired by this brother's words, I immediately wrote this poem when I returned to my car, and then I penned these words.
Nice Colors
The brother shouted as he was passing by
Nice Colors he shouted
As he raised his fist
And then pointed to the sky
With his headset on
While I walked jamming to a song
He was on a bike
While I was taking a hike
He shouted Nice Colors
His bike had a color scheme
Red, yellow, Black and green
Matching my Beanie cap
My heritage was tapped
Brother recognized
As he shouted with pride
When he passed and was looking back
At that moment proud of being Black
Nice Colors
With our fist in the air
We did not care
Like firing off a flare
As we continued to stare
Nice colors shout
Not berried in doubt
Nice colors indeed
Red, Yellow, Black and Green
I love, "Love"
Dr. William W. Richardson Jr.
June 25, 2018
In a world that harps on collectivism and unity, yet we live in a reality that advocate separatism. People usually sing and talk about coming together, but often demonstrate isolationism rather than collectivism. This poem is about all of the facets of separation and how it's perceived in our society.
Personally, I have mixed emotions on how separation is connoted, maybe there is a healthy balance even though I have a longing for togetherness with friends and family. The irony is that I love being home alone in meditation or writing poetry or practicing on my acoustic guitar. Basically, I'm a bit phobic when in large crowds. Yet I love the intimacy in the open mic poetry setting, connecting with the audience feeding off of their vibe.
I'll give a taste of this piece and let you, the reader, identifying your personal emotions.
Separation
Separation of time
Separation of mind
Separation can be fine
In some cases it's divine
Separation of Nations
Separation of people
Separation in Churches
After the storm Separation from it's steeple
Separation from hope
Separation from joy
It'll leave you crying
Like a child, who loses its toy
Separation in marriage
That end in divorce
Separation of the couple
When love has run its course
Separation in death
Separation in sorrow
Separation in pain
No hope for tomorrow
Separation is good
once understood
Separation by the sea
Or under a tree
Separation in song
While in front standing alone
Separation in peace
To say the least
Two fingers separated apart
A symbol of victory
While a hand is raised
Going down in history
As divine as it seems to be
Separation is no good for me
Maybe there is something to the saying that we are social creatures and we are not made to live alone. However, too much of anything is an overdose. What do you think ?
Dr. William W Richardson, Jr
June 18, 2018
My Mother died in the year of 2015, on a Wednesday afternoon of January on the 21st. day of that month. Her picture rest in the bedroom in a cherry-wood frame that is 8 1/2 inches by 11 1/2 inches. This photo was taken in the 50's when i was just a toddler. It was a set of three photos, one of her, and of my Father and of myself. My mother was in her twenties at the time of the photo shoot and she possessed this radiant smile which displayed a space between her top front teeth. This space is deemed as an African tribal feature which is admired and desired by many African women.
This poem is a dedication to my Mother, in which I spent the biggest part of my adult life attempting to cut that umbilical cord only to find out that life would not allow detachment. There were times I felt she was being mean but she was only being Motherly, Now I find myself missing those Motherly moments. So, in this poem piece I chose to express my true appreciation for her eighty eight years of life. I celebrate Rosie Lee's memory with my poetic gift. Indulge me and enjoy if you will.
Eight by Eleven
I see your picture
In a frame
Your face
Your smile
No other will be the same
Your fashion
Your style
Your image
I've Idoled for a while
Eight by eleven
My closest thing to heaven
A Mother's love can't be erased
Eight by eleven
Frames the smile on your face
My destiny I'll continue to chase
My eight by eleven
Gave me the strength and courage
To run the race
Eight by eleven
No longer in the flesh
Your instructions and wisdom
You gave me knowledge of what's best
Eight by eleven
Seeing your image in the frame
You're no longer here
Life will never be the same
I can lean on this scripture
When I think I've had enough
When my Father and Mother Fore-sake me,
Then the Lord will take me up
I would like to thank everyone for taking the time in experiencing this poetic journey with me to commemorate my Mother. Much love to all...
Dr. William W. Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
July 23, 2018
"Deep Tears" came about while in Macon Georgia a few years ago for a concert, we had an opportunity to stay at the 1842 INN. Ms. Jo Anne, whom took care of us, one morning for breakfast on the porch of this mansion, she began to share her tears and her story with us. These were not tears of hurt, harm or danger, these were tears of joy and a sense of pride.
Deep Tears
Deep are the tears
That brings joy not fears
Deep are the cares
As we strolled down the stairs
Tears of joy at first sight
Tears of joy
In our not knowing
Her struggles and plight
Stress, strain, and struggles
Jo Anne had endured
Often with heart ache
As the people adjured
Check out the remainder of this poem in the Drops of Revelation Book. The teas of Joy by Ms. JoAnne reminded me of the deep tears of the woman who washed Jesus' feet with her tears of joy...
All the best to each reader of every poem, thanks.
Dr.. William W. Richardson Jr.
July 16, 2018
When I wrote this piece I was thinking how we often reflect on our past and conceding that times may have been simpler, but better during that dispensation. There were rules and regulations that kept a degree of order in our lives and a minimum of distractions by things that may have been detrimental to our livelihood and our existence.
There are things such as our technology and social media, which may be an evolutionary trap from our being cognizant of the real truth and a reality of this life that we have grown to be fond of.
I can't help but think that reverting back to our simplicity is the solution that would save us from this contemporary- chaos that we have created for ourselves. But this façade of reality has a stronghold on this society in such a repugnant manner that it would be insane and primitive to think of reincorporating old ideologies and morals.
So, I decided to put the review on paper in a poetic proposition mapping this journey and our evolution to prove a personal point.
We Must Ge Back to Our Roots
When ancient man was created by an image in the mist
He ruled with dominion and power from the Heavens
With a strong arm and fist
To him paradise was given
Yes, in Africa he was Living
Then there were chains on his feet and hands
He became a subjugated man
We must get back to our roots
Tortured, beaten, and driven
Men, Women, and Children
Slavery's abuse was unforgiving
We must get back to our roots
With clothes on his back and shoes on his feet
An education he was given
In order to earn a decent living
Nevertheless, still subjugated and controlled
Even with the 13th Amendment he was sold
We must get back to our roots
Living on Charity
With fake prosperity
The lie of owning land for sharecropping he was sold
Still a subjugated slave the real owners had control
We must get back to our roots
Now with technology in his face
With cell phones, computers, Facebook an My-Space
Even now he thinks he's free
He can't even see
That he's in a digital new age captivity
We must get bake to our roots
We must get back to our roots
The idea here is to gain consciousness and become vigilant so that we are not lulled into the trap that all that glitter is gold. Stay woke people and use the past to help with the future.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
July 9, 2018
When I was a kid I used to play baseball. I even made a few All-Star teams. I even played as a teenager and as an adult; a little semi-pro and softball. One of the greatest baseball stories ever told, in my opinion, is the breaking of the color barrier in major league baseball by the Great Jackie Robinson. I know what it's like to endure racism but to break down a barrier, to be the first, is to reach inside of yourself while trekking on uncharted territory in utter isolation. Sometimes to be successful with this type of challenge is to be in conflict with your own beliefs and emotions. This ideology prompt me to pin this poem imagining what is could have been like for this baseball legend and hero.
"The Fight within number 42"
What does it mean to you?
Walking around giants
Walking around great men
I suddenly realized
The fight within
My own self consciousness
My Self -esteem
My own value and self-worth
Just to be part of a team
My courage is tested
My patience vested
My opinions on hold
Having to do what I'm told
The fight with, what does the number 42 mean to you?
Suppressed desires and complaints
Being viewed as the person John "Q" public wants me to be
Can't be who I ain't
Hey Mr. Man let me be
The fight within wants you to let me be me
This is just a little preview of this poem, in order to get the other half you'll have to check out the Drop of Revelation book. When we are up against obstacles we must understand that they are there to make us stronger individuals.
Be blessed, seek good fortune in others and self,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
August 14, 2018
Facts are something that actually exists, or what could be considered as a reality, or truth. Facts may impact an individual's life in a positive or a negative way.
Some facts of life
Cut like a razor
When the police attack with dogs, guns and tasers
Lets think about this fact for a moment, militarization is in full effect. Most citizens are unarmed and do not pose a threat to anyone, yet on any given moment in time can be criminalized and brutalized to the fullest just because an armed individual states that they are in fear for their life, and haled a hero for assaulting a defenseless individual. This is an indisputable fact. But, wait, there's more.
It's a crying shame
When by the color of our skin
We're to blame
Oh how it hurt
To be treated like dirt
Yes, it is sad to see
That this is a part of our history
I don't understand
When blood is splattered
When people shout
That black lives matter
There are those who
March that care
While others stand aside and stare
I've had my marching moments, however, I'm one of those who stand aside, but I'm not staring, I'm writing these social and political poetry formatted drops of revelations so that conscious people will know that their plight is being recognize and their efforts are not in vain, as well as introducing to people that are oblivious about these facts and social issues, so that they might get a clue.
How far we think that freedom has come
The reality is
Equality is on the run
Wonder what it really meant
When we elected
Our 1st Black President
Some people thought to turn and hide
And others committed political suicide
It's a shame that the majority think of genocide
Sometimes I wonder If the election was a setup, just to quell future ambitions or hopes in making that administration fail, thus dashing the hopes of people in their endeavors for political empowerment.
I guess we should stay in our place and enjoy the scraps from the Masters table. Enjoy the careers and professions afforded and apportioned or doled out.. Be seen and not heard. You get the drift. But, wait, there's more.
While gifted athletes globally play
We the people, watch, fight and pray
So we choose to watch fight and pray
With hope that we shall overcome some day
Life throws curves and subtle hints
It throws darts and rocks
Sometimes causing dents
In our hearts we bend but don't break
We deeply and truly wonder
How much more we can take
Flesh and blood sacrifice and tears you see
All for the sake of blind liberty
I think I'll allow you to read the rest of this bit of poetry on your own in the book, Drops of Revelation, The rest of this poem provides the solution for these political and social facts. Don't get weary in well doing.
Enjoy, peace and love forever,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr
August 6, 2018
My interest in politics years ago caused me to pursue a "Political Science" degree, with the intent of furthering my studies in Law School. My interest was additionally heightened while enrolled in a "Constitutional Law" course. In that course we examined the 13th Amendment ( Involuntary Servitude) which states: Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United states, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.
The clause that really struck my attention is: except as punishment for crime whereof the party is duly convicted...This clause prompt me to consider the hidden truth about slavery and the façade the 13th amendment yielded.
A technical approach to legalize slavery is planted within our own legal document by which we call the Constitution of the United States of America. Freedom is not really freedom in the eyes of the framers and interpreters. So, I have posed this issue in a poetic format in order to enlighten people who are interested in knowing this fallacy.
13th Amendment People
Slavery and involuntary servitude
To some people it doesn't seem very rude
The 13th amendment
Used to set slaves free
It's just a façade
And not what it seems to be
Deeply embedded in section one
Is the set up, for "Justified-Imprisonment"
In which, has already come
Behind the comma
Is the amendment's drama
Except as a punishment for crime
Be sure to listen close
I'm dropping a dime
Whereof the party shall have been duly convicted
Pow, there it is
The sticky wicket
This clause places one into the system
Deeply embedded
Where the conscious can't fathom
Once enrolled, the mystery unfolds
In the system you see
You lose all of your liberty
For what it's worth
Slavery is rebirth
It's working individuals against their will
Leaving tax payers to foot the bill
Manufactures and privatized prisons you see
Have combined their forces
For this atrocity
Profits and earnings
Are through the roof
While the rest of America
Are merely existing and wondering aloof
13th Amendment is a segue you see
A pipeline for people of color to be arrested, incarcerated
And thrust back into Constitutional Slavery
The Key to life, liberty and freedom
Is not to get arrested and enrolled in the system
Exercising faith, knowledge and wisdom
Controlling our attitudes, behavior
And displaying some discipline
The staples passed on for generations to come
Engrave them in our hearts
Nuggets of life
From those who are gone
It is necessary for me to share this entire poetry piece with everyone so that this diabolical scheme might be exposed in order to preclude the furtherance of this ruse. My position is to poetically proposition you, the reader, to take heed to this drop of revelation. Thanks for allowing me to stand on my soapbox...Be blessed.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
July 30, 2018
According to our westernized dictionary, the term "urgent" means compelling or requiring immediate action or attention to something, it's imperative or pressing. Therefore, when there is an "urgency," immediate action or attention is needed. Our society is undergoing a crisis that has challenged our morals of brotherly love and self preservation. There has been so many questionable social circumstances that I had to pen this poem, "Urgency."
Urgency
We're living in times of urgency
We're Living in a crisis
A state of emergency
This emergency is the state of our being in a lack of social respect and a practice of moral ineptitude. A complete lack of social moral and skill that need immediate action or attention as our society, as we desire or know it ought to be, is snatched or taken away.
Setbacks
High tax
Convictions
Addictions
Our educational system has made a complete 180 degree turn about, and our government is over-burdening its citizens, our justice system is impartial and is displaying a gross respect of persons, in addition to causing or abetting in all types of addictions.
Our society is living in an urgent period that was disclosed biblically,
Urgency
Mothers against daughters
Fathers against sons
Disrespect of elders
And neglect of the young
Urgency
The rich are admired
The poor are not desired
The institution of education
Has become a pipeline for prison
Urgency
The price of healthcare
Is soaring out of the roof
Where the system of justice
Is appearing aloof
We have six main social institutions that are linked in our society, they are: the family institution, religious institution, educational institution, government institution, economic institution and the health and welfare institution. All of these institutions have an impact on one another. We can't afford to neglect any of these if we, as a society, intend to preserve and protect our positive human interest.
For every problematic situation there is a solution, they are in our deeper spirituals self...
Urgency
I will turn to the LORD
I will not appear hasty
I will both lay me down in peace, and deep sleep
For thou, LORD only makes me dwell in safety
Then I'll know that there is no Emergency
It is then I'll know there is no urgency
All of our social issues are perpetual, and they will always exist, however the problem of being discomforted resides inside our spiritual nature, to teach us how to co-exist.
Be great, and stay great, It's urgent,
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
September 3, 2018
The term "White Washed," depending on who is phrasing, has a variety of connotations, expressions and meanings. One connotation, according to the Urban dictionary, states that it is an absurd, patronizing term used for non-white people who don't fulfill their negative racial stereotypes; another states that it is a derogatory term used to describe a minority who has assimilated with western society. Furthermore, the person does not necessarily abandon his/her own culture but rather embrace others besides his/her own. Some take it as a compliment, whereas others may consider it as an insult.
The purpose of this piece of poetry is to expose some of the social white-washed issue in our contemporary times at this dispensation.
White Washed
Experiencing barriers to break
Striving to crack glass ceilings
My higher learning is at stake
Often hiding my true feelings
White Washed
Like a picket fence covered with white paint
Hiding the damaged stained wood
Looking fresh on the outside
Yet hiding the taint
Loosing identity
My cultural virginity
White Washed in the brain
This life-style's a strain
Keep your hands on the wheel
Being accused of trying to steal
With my hands in the air
Still got shot
Because they don't care
White Washed
Drug to a cell, put down
Shamed and blamed
The next day suicide
Even though I was hanged
Shot or choked to death on tape in the streets
White Washed said
Who cares about righteousness
Who don't know defeat
Hands up lying down
Had my patient with me
Don't shoot I'm not armed
White Washed still shot me near the knee
Can be rich and famous
Celebrated, living life bigger
Only to have my dwelling place spray painted
With the word spelling NIGGER
So, White Washed
What am I to Do?
Can't be anything at all in life
If it's all left up to you
Words that are synonymous with white wash: explain, justify, rationalize, absolve, acquit, clear, exculpate, exonerate, vindicate, waive, wave (aside or off). You get the idea. So if an individual tells you to close your eyes to a circumstance or situation or for you to forgive and forget...hmmm...is it white washing...you be the judge.
Dr. William W. Richardson Jr.
August 27, 2018
Conflict. Conflict can be a positive entity or a negative one. By definition, it may be connoted as a collision or disagreement; may be a contradiction or a variance or something in opposition. A conflict of interest is a circumstance of a public officeholder, or business executive, or even a personal interest that benefits an official action or influence.
Conflict of Interest
A situation where concerns or aims
In different parties are incompatible
The extremes and allegiance of each
May be unacceptable
Conflict of Interest
Is it God, or Government?
Both Have flags
One holding a blood stained banner
The other used to brag
Conflict of Interest
On the government's currency
'In God we trust"
Just stating a fact
Not to cause a fuss
It is the Supreme Courts Justice's
In which who holds our fate
In the 1st. Amendment of the Constitution
Ratified by each State
A separation of power
Between Church and State
In an unemployment situation
As a precept for someone
Time for promotion and your name gets lost
Your subordinate gets the position
Cause their relative's the boss
Conflict of Interest
Pharmaceuticals and Physicians
What an interesting pair
May look like a good team
Promoting the best of healthcare
Conflict of Interest
When a patient is on
An examination table lying still
There's a kickback being given
Promoting a specific pill
Conflict of Interest
Unethical in basic situations
Existing in many organizations
At the end of it corruption
Precluding free flow by disruption
These are a few phrases from this poetry piece that should enlighten you with our social conflicts of interest that may be subliminal in its existence. It may behoove you, the reader, to read the rest of this piece of poetry in the book, Drops of Revelation. There is much more to this poem that will be an awakening for you. Check it out.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
August 20, 2018
This poem is very personal for me, because of my generation and our ancestors' sacrifices are being taken for granted by our young generations. There are certain liberties that are afforded to us and them ( the young), because of those sacrifices, whether it was by blood, protest, or march's, what ever was given or sacrificed, it should not be given unto frivolity. Doing so is considered to be an insult, a slap in our history's face...
Frivolous
Don't be frivolous with my liberty
A price was paid
A segue to your destiny
If you only knew
What we've been through
To grant you life
Sparing you from strife
The shedding of blood
Flowing like a flood
There was no fame
Called out of our name
They pulled the trigger
Calling us NIGGER, go figure
Don't be frivolous with my liberty
I'm warning you out of necessity
You don't care
Showing your underwear
With an empty mind
And an empty heart
My countenance sadden
Don't know where to start
I can't show you love
From Heaven above
You want me to leave
Cause you don't believe
You would have me cry
Or want me to die
You don't want me to stay
Just throw me away
You won't even listen
Cause you prefer prison
You want to put me in check
Go ahead, what the heck
Be frivolous with my liberty
Cause I realize
You don't want your destiny
Frivolous is a term meaning a lack of seriousness, or being unconcerned about a serious purpose. Liberty is not a privilege, it cost, it is not free, sacrifices must be made and it must be earned. My caveat is that the young not waste their life being frivolous.
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
September 24, 2018
In the 2016 Summer Olympic games, South Africa was finally represented with the inclusion of Black athletes, whereas, there was a time, because of Apartheid, Blacks were not allowed to participate or represent the South African Country. Apartheid was a system of institutionalized racial segregation that existed in South Africa from the year 1948 and brought to a halt in April 1994.
Wayde Van Niekerk was a young South African 400 meter athlete who, in the Brazil 2016 Summer Olympics, earn a spot in the final's. He inherited his athletic prowess from his mother, who was not allowed to represent her country because she was Black. How time brings about changes. So, she had a son and at the fall of Apartheid, she was at the precipice of defying its very existence.
Van Niekerk was assigned one of the toughest lanes in a 400 meter dash, lane eight (8). As I watched this race in progress it was apparent that history was in the making. He not only, won the race, but he also set a World Record from lane 8, which is almost an impossible feat to accomplish.
I was inspired to write this piece as it was my only way of expressing my appreciation for this great and outstanding accomplishment.
Birth of a Champion
I will birth a champion
Is what his mother said
Her opportunity representing South Africa
Cause of color, was forbade
Brazil 2016 by an act of fate
Wayde Van Niekerk
Won the 400 mete Olympic championship
Running in lane eight
A feat never accomplished
In Olympic History
Van Niekerk 43.033 World Record
Gave him the Victory
Though generations apart
Van Niekerk ran with his mother's heart
They looked from the shadows beyond
The birth of South Africa's champion
Van Niekerk is now in the Olympic history book
In the future they will look
They will see through racism and hate
A championship won running in lane eight
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
September 17, 2018
Most of my pieces of poetry are related to something that I have experienced, seen or heard. This piece called "Get A Clue" is a compilation of sarcasms that came to mind as I pondered on some social issues. The term "clue" is connoted as anything that serves to guide or direct in the solution of a problem or mystery. So, I decided to give clues in an amusing and poetic format. See if you can "Get a Clue."
I Thought you knew
Life is not just a stroll
Through the park or zoo
Often people are aloof and just wonder through life aimlessly without direction or purpose and very little focus. Thus becoming targets for predators of ill-gotten means. These individuals often lack vigilance for their survival in this torrid society. They often become the prey as expressed in the next stanza...
Lions and tigers and bears
Oh my
And the next incidental moment
Be prepared to die
When people can't sat on a stoop
Take a walk in a park
Or trod down the street
Give me a clue, How do you spell relief
When adequate thought is given , we are all susceptible of becoming prey...
Victimized by pedophiles
Or the police
Parental abuse
By friends and people of faith
Life is not kind
Hell, what's the use
It appears that the odds are stacked against people who strive for some type of normalcy in their lives, only to give thought to a contemplation of suicide, perhaps. Can't trust friends and relatives, can't trust the police, who are sworn to protect and serve; even some parents are not fit for stewardship, not to mention some clergy members.
Get a Clue
She's not your muse
Candy coated conscience
Intentions are sexual
Contrary to biblical
Stringing young people out for prostitution purposes...
Get a Clue
Don't fall for the ruse
The action or plan
Intended to deceive
Design for the destruction of both, me and you
Get a Clue
Behavior is Key
Attitude adjustment
For a nominal fee
I'll stop here, because the idea is that we have access to how to make rational life decisions for free, yet we are inundated by sales people who are anxious to charge for free advice on how to have a good and positive societal attitude. There is more to this poem, but I'll skip to the last stanza. The last stanza sums it up, it says:
Get a Clue
Get wise
Drop to your knees
Close your eyes and pray
Don't waste time
Never mind
You weren't going to do it anyway
Get a clue
Read the rest of the poem on your own...
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
September 10, 2018
I was driven to write this piece, because of the exhausted use of this phrase, "Fear for My Life," by people who represent law enforcement. I couldn't fathom an individual with a badge and gun being in fear. One would think having a weapon would embolden an individual, unless challenged by someone who is equally armed, then it would be understandable about the circumstance that incorporates a fear component. But, to rely on this phasing and rationale in the judicial system and under judgement, I cannot cogitate such a remedial excuse to justify killing an un armed individual, and I might add, out manned also.
My question is, who are really in fear for their life?
Fear for My Life
A justification or such
A common thread used for we the people
It seems to be too much
Hands down
Hands up
Hands behind your back
On the ground
Shots fired
Man-Down
Some one's dead
All is astound
Fear for my life
Means no act of faith
The powers of positivity
Drowning in frivolity
Fear for my life
Who's running away?
Only the one with the gear
Lives to fear another day
Systems of Justice
Designed to obscure
Fear for my life
Supplicate, entreat, adjure
Excused, exonerated, free and released
A created monster
Fear for my Life
No justice for the deceased
The author of confusion
Victorious by deceit
Fear for my Life
No longer discrete
Chime in listen close
Incline your ear
Embrace and hold love ones
Regard who's so dear
In a turn of a moment
Drop of a dime or the twinkle of an eye
A son, daughter, husband or wife
May fall victim to the infamous
Fear for my Life
Dr. William W Richardson Jr.
Drops of Revelation
Drops of Revelation
An ongoing series of informational entries
An ongoing series of informational entries
October 2, 2018
The initials JY stands for Jack Yates. Jack Yates was born John Henry Yates who was born July 11, 1828 who subsequently became an ordained Baptist Minister that founded the Antioch Missionary Baptist Church in Houston, Texas. This church was the 1st. African-American Baptist Church in Houston. Yates also established Houston Academy, which was a school for African-American Children. Reverend Yates also founded Bethel Baptist Church as well as the College Park Cemetery that facilitated the burials of freed-persons and other African-Americans. He was also involved in the purchase of land that became the Emancipation Park in Houston, Texas.
Jack Yates Senior High School in Houston is named after Minister Yates. Located in the 3rd Ward section of Houston, which is noted for its Championship producing Football teams and professional Athletes (Leo Taylor, Canadian Football League; Major Stevenson ,Kansas City Chiefs and many others) and eventually its Basketball championship teams and professional Athletes (Jimmy Blacklock, Harlem Globetrotters; and "Tex" Harrison, Globetrotters and others). There have many Doctors and Lawyers and Politicians who hailed from this great institution. There have been many celebrities who graced the hallways of this great alma Mata. Such as, Debbi Allen (Actress, Choreographer, Dancer and Entrepreneur, and her sister Phylicia Rashad (Actress); Jazz Artist: Anita Moore (Singer with Duke Ellington's band), Calvin Bennett (Sax) , Louie Caraway, and Louie Carrington (Piano), as well as James Bolden (Trumpet), Ronald Thornton (Trombone, and High School Band Director) Who has a School named after him now, just to name a few. The list and the rich history of the school and its alumni is infinite.
However this poem was written in dedication to one individual who hailed from the ranks of JY in the field of Journalism. Like unto Claudette Simms ( Local TV News Reporter), Morris Vaughn Pyle (Local News and then on the South East coast TV News Reporter) and Mr. George McElroy (Journalism Teacher) who also published articles with the old Houston Post News Paper. This piece was written with Roland Martin in mind.
JY Homie
Houston is ground zero
He is a journalistic hero
An information perpetrator is his name
A lexicon guru is his claim
Ascot and pocket squares
Proclaims to dance like Fred Astaire
Challenge him politically
Don't you dare
He attempts to be jovial like the "Fresh Prince of Bellaire"
Clever, stunning and cunning
Early morning News continually running
Intelligence beyond measure
Provides information to treasure
Smiles like a Cheshire, Cat that is...
Get all up in your face
When the social biz is at stake
An advocate for the plight
The poor and the oppressed shinning Knight
Power over the tongue
Which man cannot tame
JY Homie from Houston he came
TV News is his majestic claim to fame
Dedicated to Brother Roland
JY Homie
God Bless Each and Every Alumni of JY
Including me JY69
Dr. William W Richardson Jr