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Poet, Rickey K. Hood
Fareed Abdus-Saboor Hood
Born in Charlotte, NC, Rickey K. Hood is proud to be a native of the Queen Cit. He is an award-winning poet as well as an essayist and playwright whose work has been published both nationally and abroad. He has written and performed an original play called “And Still I Rise, the life and poetry of Maya Angelou” for the Smithsonian Institution Anacostia Museum. Mr. Hood has been published in many anthologies such as Journey to Timbooktu, edited by Memphis Vaughan Jr.; Our Truth, by Dr. Uplift; Main Street Rag, volume 6 #1; and Humanities in the South, Journal of the Southern Humanities Council #89. He received his B. A. degree in Religious Studies at The University of North Carolina at Charlotte in 2004, in 2001 he graduated and received his Associates in Arts degree from Central Piedmont Community College. He also earned serval certificates in Islamic Studies.
Memories of Sand
Give Me The Sky
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Dreams and Reality
I’m a revolutionary
Who missed the revolution
It’s by no fault of my own
It’s all in the timing
When it came my time to serve
All the visible enemies had taken cover
And those before me retired
I never heard who won/ though I believe
It was not the revolutionaries
I was born too late
Too late to march with my people
During the time of:
Black power
Black panthers
Black Muslims
Black and I’m proud
I remember those slogans though
I was too young to know
A revolution was going on
Years passed
And the retired revolutionaries woke
From their revolutionary dreams
To find reality
(they didn't bother to tell me)
Reality is a hard master
Dreamers have little place in its presence
King/ was a dreamer
Reality killed him
I think that's what happened to the revolution
We had too many dreamers
And not enough in reality
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I Saw It Filled With Roses and Butterflies
"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 write 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 document the lines on her face, watching as they intersect and deepen, each day noticing a new line writing panic poetic introspectives on her aging face.
She notes, the sweet texture of chocolate adhering to her fingers and she writes of its finite yet, necessary existence
And I… 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
Poetry In Spirit
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Trust
"Verily! Allah commands that you should
render back the trust to those to whom
they are due…" Surah 4:58.
No trust no faith. Imagine yourself standing on top of a bench with your arms folded and your eyes shut. A group of people standing behind you urging you to fall backward and that they'll catch you. The feeling of anxiety starts to surge through your stomach; your heart begins pumping fast and sweat springs off your face in little wet balls. A voice in your head is telling you to trust them; another voice is saying "forget it! No way." Like a fork in the road, you find yourself being split in half, but you can only choose one way to go. A decision must be made; trust or no trust? Begin with trust. Without trust, you will fail. Where there is no trust one will find the effects of doubt, suspicion, uncertainty, and mistrust. If you submit yourself to God as a Muslim then you must trust Allah. You must trust him through the difficulties in life, and the good times in life. You must trust Allah in all areas of life, good and bad. Allah will guide you, comfort you, and protect you when you trust him in all things.
Think to yourself in times of decision, "I will trust God and I will fall backward into His strong loving arms." Trust.
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I Have Questioned God
I have questioned God…
Why do you let evil run rapid?
Why do you let good people die horrible deaths?
Why do you let evil people proper from the evil they do?
Why voices crying out for justice are silenced?
Why is it so bloody and hard for good people to bring about justice?
And God said…
“Let me try to answer you:
All these are human matters and concerns
Well within the realm of humans to address
Why pray and cry out to a blue sky or a starry night?
Why seek help outside of yourselves?
Why seek a god to do the work of humans?
And you ask, ‘why good people die horrible deaths?’
Death is never horrible, She is the sweet release from life,
No matter how she comes.”
Poems by Ronnie E. Hood
This Collection of poems was written by my brother Ronnie E. Hood. He was an Educator, Church Deacon, and poet. This is his first collection of poetry ever to be published. I hope you read and enjoy my brother’s written spirit and see what a joy he was. He will be missed.
If God Talked to You Face to Face
If God took time out of his busy schedule to talk to you
No one would believe you
Not the Catholic Church
They would doubt You!
Your Church would question You!
The Courts will have you on Trial and declare You Unstable
Your friends will think you Crazy!
Your family will walk quietly around you, not to disturb You!
Only You would believe You!
So, God decided to disguise himself to talk to you in a quiet whisper, through a message, a prayer, a sign
That way his voice would not confuse you nor them
But you know……. that He Is Here…. There….and Everywhere!