Urban Poetry

By Carolyn Gibson

Urban Poetry is a collection of 60 poems that express the fiery emotions ("A Waste of Time") and bittersweet opinions ("Rude People") of an African-Americanwoman who has experienced the extremes of ecstasy ("Man So Fine") and disappointments with men ("Fall is Not a Season"), along with the stress of living life in an urban city ("Metro Spit").

Author Carolyn Gibson's poetry further chroniclesher explorationof self-empowerment ("Mind Power"), and showsthe appreciation and admiration she has for the spiritual challenges between men and women ("Truth Freed Me").

Carolyn's observations of relationships, extreme behavior, and the constant struggle to maintain a sense of self have been chronicled in "Urban Poetry". From her "Once a Week Blues" to her "Celebration of Men", Carolyn's poems willstimulate and persuade you to readthis bookover and over again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 14, 2005
• ISBN: 9781463487089

Carolyn Gibson

Registered Massgae Therapist, organic farmer, student and grower of herbs.Carolyn Gibson was born in Dallas Texas in 1951. Her love and study of herbs and organic farming began in the 1970's.She and her husband, Gerald, raise wheatgrass on their certified organic farm, Dogwood Gardens Organic Farm in Ben Wheeler Texas.

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Contents

Good-Byes

Good-Bye #1

Good-Bye #2

No Return

Good-Bye #3

Good-Bye #4

No Longer Stupid

Jumping Ship

I’m Free

A Waste of Time

Time to Go

Advantage Gone

Breaking-Up

Fall is Not a Season

De-Liberation

Deliverance

Break Up #1

Cut & Dry

Wake-Up Call

Needy

The Drying Well

Broken Expectations

Love

What I See

First Time Guilty

Love Is……….

Too Late Love

I’m So in Love with You

Vow of Renewal

Bitterness

Self Confession

Soul Stealer

Gratitude

The Next Time

Name Game

Without Love

Street Blues

Once a Week Blues

Gash Man Blues

Takes One to Know One

Metro Spit

Fat Chant

File It Under Heartbreak Blues

Boss Hell

Early Morning Blues

A Book’s New Cover

Walk Away Blues

Free to Be Me

Self-Realization

Mind Power

The Change

Liberation

Truth Freed Me

What It Is

Hodge-Podge

A Prayer for Strength

Tears

No Blasphemy Intended

Realization

Self-Destructive Behavior #1

Evil Triumphs Never

The Male Esteem

Man So Fine

Vanity is Man

Kept Man

I Dance

The Road for Me

In Celebration of Men

Also By Carolyn Gibson

Repairman Jones

Dedicated to all those poets still in the closet:

Take your words out of the night,

and shine them brightly in the light.

Good-Byes

Odes to the end of intimacy with a loved one.

Good-Bye #1

I wish I could say more,

Or at least explain why

It’s over between us.

Instead, all I have to offer

Is my regret that it didn’t work out

For me.

Good-Bye.

Good-Bye #2

I don’t have a real explanation

why I have to break up with you;

Only that no matter how hard I tried,

I couldn’t feel a connection,

the kind that I need to stay faithful

to one person.

So I have to say

Good-Bye.

No Return

Didn’t we break up last week?

Didn’t you tell me we were

no longer in harmony,

that you had moved on to a

Higher Plane of Reality

with another woman?

Didn’t you take all of your things last week?

Wasn’t that you explaining

why we were no good for each other,

as you packed everything you owned or bought,

including the small oscillating fan?

Wasn’t that you who broke my heart,

by telling me I would find someone else

More Compatible than you?

That someday I would find the right man?

Well, I’m sorry your new love

didn’t work out,

but after our break-up, I was broken up,

until I realized that I hadn’t lost it all,

just because I lost a man.

I saw that the way you broke up with me

was not the act of a lover,

but the act of someone

who had been Playing Undercover.

So, in only one week, I am together again,

and our break-up is

just fine with me now.

Good-Bye.

©8/11/04

Good-Bye #3

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Reviews for Urban Poetry

[whitewavedarling · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

There's not a lot to be said about this poetry collection. As professional as the work appears, the poems read more like first drafts of poems than professionally polished works ready for publication. Most of the poems here needed quite a bit more depth, and wouldn't stand up to poetry published by contemporary journals and/or presses--for very good reason. There's just not enough weight or care to them, and even without the press's emblem, it would be clear the work was self-published.I wouldn't recommend this book, and I'd only pick up another book by the author if it came from a traditional press and some of the poems had been published in respected journals, as the poems here clearly needed quite a bit more time and work than they received.