American Poet! Poems Volume 3

By Cassandra Wilson

American Poet, Poems Volume 3 is the best of the best of Cassandra Wilson as only she can. Her verse is smooth and her rhymes are canny, inspirational, and thought-provoking. Her journey takes freedom to a whole new level through expressionism of the written word and her praise is clear, distinctive, and alive. She looks through history through poetic verse in justice given in search of freedom in fact American Poet! is real, realistic, and perceptive and she wakes the dreamer looking through your eyes. Her verse also redefines and reinvents the freedom of a woman in the beauty of poetry with love poems inspired with a woman’s touch. American Poet! is a must read for the poetry lover in us all and each poem titillates the joy and passions of a poet, an American Poet

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514470411

Cassandra Wilson

Cassandra Wilson is a poet for today, tomorrow, and generations to come. She has a style of her own, undated with feeling, fidelity, and femininity that’s refreshing, real, and truly American. She is the author of A Sunday Sky , American Poet, Poems Volume 2, and five poetry books in copyright, and she currently lives in Columbus, Georgia.

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Rev. date: 10/23/2020

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CONTENTS

Author’s Page

Spaces

My Dearest

My Love

Seeds Of A Tree………….

She

The Fairy Tales Of Christmas……….

One Wish

A Child’s Conviction On Christmas

A Poem In Black History……………...

In Search Of Freedom…….

Dreamer

Colored Girls

Wake Me

Live

Color Me

Blank Spaces

Dark Shackles

Watching The Waves………..

Bedroom Etiquette

Roar Of Her Thunder………….

Degradation………

A Good Child

Inspire Me

The Soul Of A Tree

A Thought…………..

Kelly I Found Favor In Thee

If I Trust In God

Dreamer

Sculptor’s Eyes

Growing Into A Love Story

My Journey……..

A Prayer In The Arms Of The Master

The Soul Of The Indigent……...

The Green Grass Of Home

The Twinkling Of Dawn

Reason……...

The Eyes Of Eden

Almost

A Morning Prayer

Falling In Love (A Love Story)

Nothing…………….

Dreams…………...

My Mirror

Stormy

His Eyes……...

Winter Smiles………..

Unexpected

You…………….

My Man………..

Why?

Black Diary

A Sunday Sky!

Black Genes

A Tree…………….

Mama

Whispers Of The Spirit

My Love………….

Forbidden

Love…….

Black Crosses

Pretty Faces…….

The Joy Of Freedom………...

Lazy Days

Pretty

My Song ………..

Change

A Silent Prayer

Aroma…………..

Rain…………….

Reach

Thank You!

A Beggar’s Cry

Adrenaline…………….

The Lonely Prayer…………...

The Sun Rages

A Woman’s Poem

The Essence Of April……………

The Eyes Of May

A Ode To A Yellow Rose ……..

The Roar Of The Lion

A Lover’s Prayer…………….

Rain Drop

How Do I Love Thee?

The Black Chandelier

Preciosity………….

Hip-Hop Lover

In Between The Lines, Of Salvation………...

The Drummer……..

Thine Heart’s Cry……….

Children Of The Night………..

Her Glory………...

Bless Me!

Ms. B

A Summer Love…...

What’s In A Name?……...

My Eye………

Thy Glory

Her Eyes…..

Her Joy

Nectar’s Beauty

Forsaken Hero

Faith……...

A Pansy In Spring……..

A Dirge To Heaven

O’lover Of The Night…..

A Sunny Day

Poet

Friends

Her Story…...

Her Mirror

Father Or Mother Didn’t Drive Me Away

Feeling You……...

Fair Weather Friend

Inspire Thee

A Wedding Poem

Free

The Light Of Freedom

Enigma…..

Midnight……

One Last Breath

The Spirit Of God……..

Nature

The Look Of Love

Feelings

The Master’s Hand

Smile At Me

The Withering Leaves Of Fall………..

Black Angel Of The Night……..

A Tree

My Love

Me……...

Children Of God……..

Bubbles……….

Telescopic Eyes

He…….

The Master’s Plan…….

A Moment In Fall

The Chill Of Eve………..

Private Thought……..

The Birth Of Passion

A Beautiful Day

The Master……..

My Window

A Thanksgiving Day Poem

The Spirit Within….

You!

Rendezvous

The Cross………….

Good Seeds

Sky-Writer…..

The Warmth Of Nature

The Forest……...

Crackle………….

Happy New Year!

If You Hear My Heart……...

The Days Of Eve……….

I Am…...

My Hearts Prayer

Answered Prayer…….

Forsaken…….

Always Me And You……...

Hope

Stay With Me……...

Shine On………...

Creation…..

Love In Redemption…...

If You Hold Me………..

A Misty Morning Dawn

Peace

Sunshine

Tomorrow Cometh Again…..

A Wonderful Day

A Winter Smile

The Eyes Of Love

A Wedding Poem……….

2nd Chances

Rain…...

Let Me Love Thee

Today…...

His Eyes

A Cold Drink Of Water……...

The Joy Of Prayer……..

Tranquility…..

Joy

The Lazy River (In The Shadows Of History)

Oblivion….

A Sunflower……….

Sacred Prayer…...

A Lover’s Heart…...

Gentle Breeze

In The Rain

Come Unto Thee…….

Miles Away……...

The Rising…..

The Look Of Love

The Rising Of Fate

My Wedding Band

His Grace…….

My Poem…..

The Heartbeat Of Love…..

Lovers Call….

When You Love Me Most…….

A Summer Day…..

Lost In Yester-Day

The Spirit….

The Sand Of Sag Harbor…..

Skies Of Serenity

Feel Me….

A Woman’s Touch

Love Me

Love For Tomorrow

A Kiss…….

The Plight Of Love

Midnight Skies

Tell Me A Story…….

Feelings…..

The Look Of Love...

Your Face

Secrets…...

Tonight,,,,

A Summer Day….

Thinking About You...

Freedom

My World….

Closed Closets

A Summer Dream……

Falling In Love

The Bottom Of The Mountain……...

In The Storm……..

A Midnight Prayer…...

My Love For Thee…….

Feeling Again……….

A Wedding Affair

Little Ms. Sleet

Hidden Boundaries….

Whispers Of Fall…….

A Love Poem

My Femininity………..

Seeds Of Preciosity

A Blessing

Grace

Feeling You….

My Place

No Need….

Bring My Baby Up America

A Black Boy’s Song

The Joy Of Mercy…….

A Gray Day…..

He Looked In My Eyes

Re-Born

A Day Of Glee

A Negro Dream

Immigrant Eyes

A Beautiful Cloud……….

A Prayer Of Redemption

The Eyes Of Gods

A Pretty Lady...

A Land Of Glory

Dawn……..

A Child’s Prayer

The Beauty Of A Tree…...

The Raindrop On My Window Pane

Sunny……...

Loved

A Christmas Gift

To Be Loved

Thank you Roberta Wilson, (mama), Maria Wilson Dent for investing in this project, for I could not have done it without you, and Nanette, Brenda, Linda and Jr. for understanding my passion to write....

God bless! I love you all dearly!

Cassandra Wilson

AUTHOR’S PAGE

In the stillness of loneliness in the agony of rejection, I found an inner strength, that only god can give and that’s when I discovered my passion, my joy, and my calling to write. American Poet! was written to give strength to a black race from love embedded deep within America’s roots, for freedom and unconditional justice. I have been writing for the past 20 years and my passion grows with each new poem that I write. I am the author of 2 other published poetry books, A Sunday Sky!, and American Poet, poems. Volume 2. I pray these poems will inspire the American to be better tomorrow than who you and we are today.

Again thank you and to God be the glory for the manifestation of the written word through me... ………

Again thank you,

Cassandra Wilson

These poems were written from the opinion of the author and the views expressed are not intended to express the viewpoint of any other person organization or group….).

Spaces

I want to venture into a place where there is nothing,

a place where I got you and you got me,

no degradation or mediocrity, a thoughtless place where I am free

in the acquiesced blank spaces of my femininity, is freedom to my equality

to discover me, in the silence of my laughter in my deserving glory

and live and love and tell my story,

I want to venture into eternity in the g-spot of my mind,

and discover the empty spaces of time,

just you, just me, and nothing in mind!

My dearest

This is the last time I will come back to you,

the last time my pain will slip away

and obfuscated feeling dwindling

to another time, another place;

to love intertwined in fate

to the joy of your specious face,

for this is the last time I’ll returneth my dearest,

with a cachinnating smile and a soft spoken tear,

to a vow made from the heart,

the is the last time my dear,

this is my last touch of weakness,

the last time I’ll give breath,

to joy satiated by your love,

the is the last time my dearest…………

My Love

I am beautiful in his eyes for he sees within my sexuality,

when he looks through me from secret of my femininity,

he calls me pretty, lascivious, and lovely when he touches me,

and sees me for who I am, everything that I am, and who I want to be,

for his love lingers through eternity and his passion is intertwined in my mind,

and his heartbeat is my heartbeat, through adinfinitum in time,

cause I am beautiful in his eyes, specious as his eyes has ever seen,

when he looks at me through my wedding ring.

Seeds of a tree………….

A tree, a leaf, a stem,

the root the bud the limb,

the plant, the shrub, the weed,

every flower has a seed,

blossoming growing budding through time,

nature’s home in my mind,

the sun, the soil, the dirt the feed,

the hand, the love, the water, the need,

for the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree,

and equality isn’t far from free,

even a segregated branch blossoms beauty from a tree,

in a flower, and a petals equality,

in the trunk, the wood, the bark,

the cluster, the stalk, the dark,

growing the seed that grows the tree,

breaks the chain and shackle free!

Remembering Freddie!

She

I found beauty within myself, within the soul of my being, deep within my mirror

I found beauty within my sexism,

beauty within my Marxism,

beauty within my racism,

and my cheeks reanimated as a refulgenting midnight star,

as if god suddenly found favor, in sister, diva, and dame,

and a beautiful sound echoed in she, her, and me, in the call of my name,

and my chains were broken, and turned into bangles and beads to adorn my specious face,

as if the arms of god were around me with the warmth of change in embrace,

and looking through my own beauty I discovered the American Dream,

the woman I want to be, that the eyes of the beholder hadn’t seen,

and suddenly I saw beauty in the warmth of my smile, beauty in the dance of my feet,

beauty! abundant beauty in my body heat,

and impunity was my subterfuge to femininity in the shadows of my mind

chained within my own sexuality, and my own sensuality shacked by time,

now love is easy, inviting, and lovely, and joy, abundant, uplifting and free,

and beauty a panacea before age, and age before wisdom, creating my world in me,

and love is abundant growing from seed to seed,

from a mother, to a daughter, to a lover, and a wife,

abundantly growing, assiduously growing in my life,

and beauty is love and love is beauty, looking