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NATIONAL TEETH

SAM BODI HEA

hea yo some shoes poppi! y u hollering? and thowing up yo guns! -see- black love!!!!!!!!!!!!

-POPPISHIRLEYGONE!

R-U-N-N-O-F-T! TO HOT!LANTA TAGOGITMADEA AND BRANG\ER BACK TO VERMONT!

THA’S A MEETING- SOMN’ BOU’  “THE MOANING TREE”

 

I DOAN NO THE HOLE STO RE BUTTE SOMN’ BOU SOME LOOSE FITTN SHOOES pcn’ up chickens and guns AND OREO CCCCAAAAACCOOOOKIES! 

SHE TOL’ ME AND I GOT IT ‘UNDER AUTHORITI! 9she don’ givvn me DA KEYS TA ‘DA KINDOOM-THE PAAAASSSSSSSSWEEEERRRRDDDDD!!!!!) TA GIT IN HEA’ AND POSTITUP ON DA WELL

1)  i AN MAKING -NO COMMISERATIONS HEA!  DAT’S POPPISHIRLEY’S JOB!

IT’S SIRIUS!  SIRIUS! YA’LL

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm i’s MOANIN’ ALL READY!

yo “kin” take from ME, the HIGHEST AUTHORITY AT THIS TIME!

they’s gonna be some moaning, weeeeeeeppppinngg! and national teeff’!!!!

-SAM D. BODIE.

THE HIGHEST AUTHORITY-WELL TILL’ SATDE” WHEN poppishirelyblack!

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“Critical Mass”a

Riddle Me This and Riddle Me That?

 

“If a Tree Falls in the Forest:  Would You Help Save Darfur?

 

 

-thanks for reading!

 

-poppishirley

 

Coalition of African\Americans Living In Vermont.

 

 

 

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified. 

http://www.biblewheel.com/InnerWHeels/Isaiah/Isaiah61_Ashes.asp

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WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE BLACK IN AMERICA?

DOWN BY LAW

 Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.

from -Patrick Henry’s Speech:  Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death.

 Late Breaking News:  Barack and Michele Obama Caught Stealing Chickens!  Again!.

Like Patrick Henry, I fear I will be “dead last”  long before “Liberality” will be “provided for” in America.

Never before, since the first slave reached southern shore, have I seen such “commotions and goings on” over black folks since Eudora was swatting at a fly, missed and knocked down the whole glass shelving containing grandma’s”knickknack”collection and display of porcelain chickens!  Then as it is now some “feathers” got ruffled, needless to say.

 Late Breaking News:  Our Planet is in Peril! Karl Rove Refuses to Testify, Nelson Mandela is placed on the “Terrorists List” and Britney Spears don’t wear no underwear! -stay tuned.

 

It is as though both God AND Nature has turned their backs on us. 

 

As a 51 year old woman, who happens to be Black, in America, and un-like Michele Obama, I have ALWAYS been ashamed of “my” country. It has become what my mama taught me, never to be—Bad Company—

Like the War in Iraq.  –know when to leave!

 

To the rest of the world our America has –worn out it’s welcome –, bad company indeed.  It’s Time to call them all home before the street lights comes on.

But, for goodness sake don’t go quoting me, after all, I AM “bitter” and righteously so.

 

I am of a generation (unlike my mother’s) that has grown weaker in spirit and strength.   

How many times do we have to keep marching repeatedly over that SAME damn (sorry ma) Edmund Pettis Bridge?

Burning ash and the smell of smoke still fill the wide nostrils of black folks in Detroit, LA, DC, and Baltimore.  James Brown, Bo Didley, and great-great-great granddaddy ‘done died”.

 (Black Men Built the Capital) and we are still (as Bo said) left holding the knob!

The sprit of sadness  of the death of

Emitt Till. Today showed “markedely” on the face of our “native son” and “brother” (Christian church talk) Obama, when queried (boy, why ain’t you in jail?) er, uh, about the cover of New Yorker magazine.  Attempting  to explain the “sins of the fathers”, “Jesus” and how come blacks can ‘jump so high like that’  in one ‘blip’, one ‘flicker’, one sound byte:

One moment in History.

 

 

Oops!  Was my microphone still on?

 

My Audacity of Hope  is that my grandchildren will never have to come  home from grade school

and ask,with heavy heart and bended head,  “Mama why do white people hate us?

I do not know whether I will be able to answer (like my mama) with “Just Cause” honey. I did not understand then –A Racist America-I do not understand it now. 

My reason for living, knowing, and teaching my own grandchild is so that they can be like the Joshua and Calebs of their day, and refuse to accept the answer: – –There are Giants in the Land—

The  general media has reported America will not, -go there-

 

“Just Cause We’re Black Honey”  To Bee or not to Bee.

 

Like the Children of Israel, on their 40 day/40 night’s  (400 yrs Black In America)  journey, wandering in the wilderness,

America, having eyes, not see, having ears not hear, refuses  the clarion call of  freedom and

Never reach that “ Land of Freedom Flowing with Milk and Honey”.  Llike the Children of Israel, myself, and a whole lotta “ignorant southern white folks” are gonna have to die off, before my grandsons (the Joshuas and Calebs of OUR day) are able to benefit FROM THAT  freedom.

 

Shhhhh-ugar!  It’s enough to make me wanna holla, throw up both my hands, grow an Afro, burn the American flag and take up a machine gun! –did I say that out loud-?

 

Personally, I prefer “Dark Meat”.  Is that racist?

 

You go tell Barack (Husein) and  Michele Obama (feel free! To tell them “poppishirley”said,

 George W. Bush’s’ time and attention paid to things, Ain’t long”,

 

Tell them that they, do not have to “steal no mo’ chickens”.and Like Oprah, my mama OWNS  HER OWN chickens, cooks a big (family) dinner most Sundays and  there’s always “still  room at the table” for one more and they are welcome (here).

 You go tell “them” whoever “they” may be that:

Black folks in America have survived:

Lou Dobbs (Independently) “pukn’ through new teeth” upon hearing the words ofRev. Jeremiah Wright.  Moreover, we survived, Wars in Africa, and Vietnam,  the Middle Passage, Slavery, Rape, Torture, being chained, fed slop (no chickens!) bits placed in our mouths,

miscegenation, hunted, lynching, murder, the Underground Railroad,

The Civil War, post-slavery, the “exodus” from the south, the reign of Walter Plecker, The Virginia Act to Preserve Racial Integrity of 1924, the KKK, Jim Crow, The Civil Rights Movement, “The Birth of a Nation”,  the 9 most racist Disney Characters, and

 “Whites only” drinking fountains and peeing in the bushes at train stops.

Endured miles of marches, having fire hoses turned on us, dogs loosed on us, the “claps” injected in us, , Jesse Helms, George Wallace’s axe handle, the birth of Strom Thurman’s black child, Congressman Steve King, Barack’s endorsement by the KKK, segregation, desegregation, busing, The Deaths of Nat Turner, Nat King Cole, Sam Cooke, Otis Redding, Buddy Holly and the “Big Bopper”, Frederick Douglas, Du’Bois, Booker T. Washington, and Stepinfecit, Mahalia Jackson and Moms Mabley.  We have survived: O. .J. Simpson, Al Sharpton, Imus’ nappy headed ho’, Fox’s (un) fair (un) balanced “thinker”, Glen Beck, Rush Lumbagh, the killing field, the learning tree, Strange Fruit, the import of drugs, marketing booze to blacks, “straightening our hair, “steaming” our hair, skin “lightening creams, , “ashy elbows and knees”, weaves,

 Hailing cabs at night in NYC, unjust practices in Employment, Housing and Education,

 the Back Panther parties’ free breakfast program being called “the Greatest Danger to Democracy”, slumlords, ghettos, the “projects”, drive-by shootings, the incarceration of a nation, Enron, Dick Cheney’s gun, Wall Street’s Fear of Obama, And my roommates gravy.

 (will Somebode pleeez turn that thang off!)

I believe we can we can survive one little ol -cartoon-

 All I need is a lil’ Shoutin’ Ground

Hold My Mule! 

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace– but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

   -P. Henry

 

-Dea Gawd,  u there?still here, signed –“

-poppishirley 

 

thanks for reading!

to: my childen and  grandchildren, who happen to be black-

Langston Hughes-
 goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light. So, boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps. ‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now— For I’se still

 

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“tasteless” and “offensive”?

Welcome! Fellow Oreo Cookies!

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 BARACK THE VOTE!

BARACKN AND ROLLN

YOU ARE MY BARACK

BARACK OF AGES

PARTY LIKEA BARACKSTAR!

YOU BARACK MY WORLD!

BARACK ME BABY!

BETWEEN BARACK AND A HARD PLACE

BARACK OF AGES

STOP THROWING BARACKS, YOU’RE GONNA BREAK A WINDOW!

HOW BARACKS ARE FORMED

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monkeys like oreos too!

 

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u sream! i scream! we all scream for OREOS!

YEAAAAAA!!!!!!  CLAP! CLAP

(I used to be a Cheerleader in High School, but my hotflashes prevent me from lifting my leg that High

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

go! team!

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BUM RUSH THE OREOs TODAY! IF YOU LOVE BARACK!

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-THANKS FOR READING!

 

-poppishirley

 

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So, you think you can go to a black family reunion and not have to do the Electirc Slide?

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What the Hecksa poppishirley, anyway?

 

 

The answer to your question:

Yesterday yet another mega bank, IndyMac, succumbed to tighter credit regulations, falling home prices, and rising foreclosures, according to USA Today. 

I do not know what a trillion dollars of debt looks like, but it sounds pretty bad to me.

 I can barely pay my Master Card bill.

Hurricanes, earthquakes, and just plain debauchery in diverse places confront each of us daily.

However, somehow, in our own everyday lives we have to find a way to rise above these issues and share a laugh or two with someone, feed a hungry child or visit the elderly person living in a nursing home. 

Wars and rumors of wars have been and will be with us until the end of time.  Our world today

is different to say the least.  Today we face the effects of global warming, the threat of nuclear war(s), and the (fear (?) that a black man will become President, shaking to it’s core, the very foundation of our American political system(s). 

At times, it (seems) too much to handle.

Yesterday, I wrote about my mom and her fight for her rights here in American as a woman, who happens to be black.  I got to thinking, as I sometimes do, about the world and all that’s in it.  How we take for granted clean water and safe toys for our children.  We enjoy a roof over our heads (well most of us) and cars that can handle gas at $10 a gallon.   

My mother, her mother, her grandmother, and those who came before them lived or shall we say, achieved life, the hard way.  The very, hard, way.  Through blood and tears, with sword and shield, they lived somehow, they survived, no, they, LIVED. 

Death, tax ID.’s, and divorce happens to us all, however, if we can somehow manage to catch a glimpse of sunshine each day (well, maybe not here in Vermont) or, If we can learn to dance in a meadow, alone, or kiss the face of a quietly sleeping child.  Then we can laugh when the clown falls down (again) just because it’s still funny to a 5 year old and hold the hand of a grieving friend, then that, my dear reader is: The Kill Point.

When we come to that moment in time life truly does make some kind of sense to us.  That when we reach the moment when God looks us in the eye and says, “Well Done” then and  only then will all queries, obtain answers.  Then, grasshopper, it is imperative that we make each moment count… every moment count, no matter how small, insignificant or trivial it may seem to anyone else.

What the hecks a poppishirley anyway?  Well, I would like to tell you that at some great moment of the history in my life (I wax poetically, here) I stood in a great meadow of green.  All around breathed the color of earth and sky and just beyond the meadow, one bud, poked its head toward the sun.  I plucked it up, took it home, looked it up in my gardening book, and voila!  A Blog is Born!

 

Like I said, I would like to tell you that, but knowing of your wit, character, and not withstanding the fact that you probably would not believe me anyway, I must confess.

 Back this winter I stood looking over our Free Table at work, searching through for (something?needful).  Practically overflowing with things co-workers choose to share and, baring that uh, hem, paycheck, the best -bene- the j.o.b. had to offer, I spied, partially hidden, among warm sweaters, gadgets for the kitchen, tools, a mouse, a keyboard, and items I could not identify, I glimpsed a tiny packet of garden seeds.  Brought them home and planted them.  Outside today, poking their heads toward the sun, are my flowers.

Poppy, Shirley the packet read.

 

Created by God, and given –freely-. 
Taking them as a creation of my own.  They remind of friendships and kindness and that winter will soon come again.  Of Giving Time and Attention to small bright things.  Of times in life that are good, like today, knowing that my family in Vermont, North Carolina, Georgia, Virginia, New York and points beyond, are safe and happy and that they are free. 

 That tonight no man will stand at their door with gun, and harm, in hand.  That they are –somewhere- under the same stars experiencing love, laughter, full stomachs and (fighting) time with their families in front of TV, HDTV<CD and DVD!.

 It is with that Hope that we never take for granted that here in this too costly, too busy, too much to handle (sometimes, it really is) world that we Not take for granted those things placed before us that are simple, and

 

    Beautiful

 

            Moreover, free...

!

 

Thank you for reading

 

-poppishirley

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