Get Up Girl And Live Life To Its Fullest!

private bathroom

Where is the adventuress that has always been me?
How can I get her back and when did she flee?

Who is this person who sits alone in the dark?
Why is she so angry and what lit the spark?

Has she let the horrors of this world get to her?
What does she have to fear from a racial slur?

Tell her you love her no matter what.
Make her understand, she’s got to go with her gut.

Don’t let her listen to the doubts in her mind.
Let her know that she’s got more heart than most of mankind.

Get up girl and live life to its fullest.
Pack a bag and become life’s tourist.

Journey far and never settle for less.
Don’t put up with people and don’t accept their mess.

You’re not stupid and you’re damn sure not brain dead.
So, go where you want to go and not where others have tread.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

I wrote this about me because lately, I have been down in the dumps because there is so much that I want to do and yet, I am hindered by my sense of responsibility. I am hindered by my sense of duty and obligation. I am supposed to be enjoying myself in my lean-to on a deserted island and yet, I am getting cussed out daily by my cousin because the mental health care profession filled him full of anti-depressants and anti-psychotics and when the medications started killing him, he got off them and now his brain is fried. He lost 154lbs. He is no longer diabetic  or obese. He no longer has a cholesterol or triglycerides problem. His pancreas is back to normal. His heart condition is gone and yet, he will never be ‘all there’ mentally. Yes indeed, I have so many reasons to ‘thank’ the ‘health care’ profession in AmeriKKKa, it is unreal! Heavy on the sarcasm!

And now, I have got to cut this short because I just got a call from him, stating that he has run out of money and is stranded and I must come and pick him up. Since I have his POA(Power of Attorney), health care directive and Living Will, I am responsible for every aspect of his life and there is no one else who will step up to the plate. His immediate family gave up on him decades ago and he has followed me everywhere I go. That is why when I mention that I am dining out with my cousin, who else can I dine with because I am constantly getting him out of trouble and so, there goes any social life for me? And when we are out dining, I am usually embarrassed because he just gets to cussing and carrying on at me for no reason. Waiters and other diners stare at us. The last time we were at Fogo de Chao, he sat and sat and sat until even the gracious waiters were looking pointedly at us. When I mentioned this to him, did the high ceilings in Fogo de Chao, vibrate? Indeed they did!

I feel like a person who has been given a life sentence. Goddamn! I want to break free of this jail sentence! You don’t have to actually be locked up behind bars to be imprisoned, believe me, I know!

Just as I was about to conclude this, I re-read the poem and I called my cousin back and I told him, “Get ta steppin! You’ve got a long walk but since you’re no longer overweight, you can do it!”

Ladies, and I am speaking solely to the ladies here, you don’t need a man to complete you and let me tell you something else, every single man that has ever been in my life has done me more harm than good. I can honestly say that when I am doing things all by myself, I do them better and I am always at my best. I have been married and it was the biggest mistake of my life. A husband did nothing but put me through hell, just as my cousin is doing. It is high time that we let these men who say they are “men” be men and take care of themselves. If we don’t look out for ourselves, they won’t. The ‘men’ who have been in my life, certainly did not look out for me.

And so, next month, since I’ve got some shopping and some packing to do, I am going on a journey to find ‘the adventuress’ that used to be ME, again. I am going to understand that I was not put on this earth to be caretaker to every lost soul on it, to the detriment of my own. Sometimes, you have got to be more ‘self-loving, than self-less.

Ladies, take care of you because I am starting right now!

On The Wings Of A Dove

love

Of star-crossed lovers and unrequited love,
 two hearts never to beat as one.
For time and infinite space doth conspire
 to shield would be lovers from the sun.

No escape from the coldness of the grave.
Where once upon a time, there was nary a care.
For love does not dwell in deep and dark places,
 but must breathe the pure and life-giving air.

The stories handed down through the years
 tell of lovers who would meet and then part.
And of a pact made, but never kept.
For fate was destined to break each lover’s heart.

Tristan and Isolde and Romeo and Juliet,
Antony and Cleopatra, to name a few.
Some were real and others, the stuff of legend,
 tell a tale of love that is not always, straight and true.

Poets have tried and quite often failed
 in their attempts to describe the depths to love,
 and how true love transcends the physical limitations
 of mere mortal bodies, whose spirits soar on the wings of a dove.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

I Must Teach My Children!

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I was not there to march from Selma to Montgomery.
No ‘colored only’ entrance sign do I see.
I never once sat at the back of the bus.
And no one has set the dogs on me.

Never was a cross burned in my front yard.
When did I ever see a lynching take place?
Why is it that I can walk in any door,
and believe that there is only the human race?

I sit here with tears welling up in my eyes.
Why do I cry when I had to read about Jim Crow?
I cry because of those who paid my dues for me,
so that what they knew, I should never know.

What must I do in memory of them?
How can I show them how thankful I am?
I must teach my children of their sacrifice.
And never let them forget every sacrificial lamb.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Because of all who went before me, I have benefitted from their sacrifice. I rant and rave at all of the injustices that remain to this very day. But what I need to do is to acknowledge that if it were not for those who stood like a wall, if it were not for those who refused to back down, if it were not for those who wanted their children to never go through what they had to, if it were not for those who went to jail so that I could vote, if it were not for those who refused to accept separate but equal when it was not, if it were not for those who boycotted the buses, if it were not for those that gave their life, I would not be where I am today. And even though they are no longer here to read this or to hear me, I thank them! I thank them, one and all!

We must never forget them and we must continue their legacy. Teach the children about them. May these sacrificial lambs never pass into obscurity and fade into the dusty annals of a long forgotten history.

Black Is The Color Of My Skin!

black couple

Black is not the color of evil,
nor is it the depths of despair.
Black is the color of my skin.
No other color would I want to wear.

Black is not the color of hate,
nor is it a victim of your guilt.
Black is the color of my skin,
and the foundation upon which everything was built.

Black is not the color of racism,
nor is it a burden that I bear.
Black is the color of my skin,
and the color of my beautiful curly hair.

Black is not a color you give to me,
nor is it the one I let you choose.
Black is the color of my skin,
and it comes in so many different hues.

Black is not a color that fades away,
nor will it let you strike it down.
Black is the color of my skin,
from ebony all the way to brown.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

That’s Not Love!

telephone

If he calls you out of nowhere,
he’s been having an affair.

Tell him to go to hell.
Drop his lies into a well.
Love cannot wait to call
and will never make you crawl.

A man who takes forever,
in order to get together,
is not in love with you
and does not have a clue.

Love must be earned
and if it is not returned,
don’t sit around and mope,
believe, there’s always hope.

He’s stringing you along
and so you must be strong.
Don’t listen to his shit!
He expects you’ll throw a fit.

Hold your head high,
over him, do not cry.
He isn’t worth your tears.
Don’t give in to your fears.

Remember, it’s his loss.
You’re not a ball to toss.
You’re a lady with a heart,
so play it very smart.
One more page of life’s been turned,
and another lesson learned.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Don’t Play The Fool!

internet dating

If it is on the internet, then we know it must be true.
He says he has no paunch and that his eyes are actually blue.

A size four she says she is, but that was in high school.
Quit believing what you see and don’t you play the fool.

If it sounds too good to you, you should know you’re being had.
It’s safe to say that chances are that he is quite the cad.

I know that I sound jaded and maybe you are right.
But I like to keep it real and save you from a fright.

There’s a whole sea of fish out there whose odor just ain’t nice.
So, save yourself some heartbreak by taking my advice.

Be wary of the oily ones for they are mostly players.
The right one will come along, the answer to your prayers.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Turned Back!

moved on

I’d moved on to greener pastures and thought to leave my cares behind,

but the homeless and the sick, I cannot wipe them from my mind.

 

They moved in with me, stared me down and staked their claim.

I sought to turn my back on them. Oh God, to know such shame!

 

A royal flush, I did receive and with lady luck in tow,

how could there be no thought that what I reap so shall I sow.

 

Fortunes come and fortunes go and blessings in abundance,

and if I am not careful, I could soon get my comeuppance.

 

There are those who have no voice and would like for me to speak.

Am I then to turn my back and forget the poor and weak?

 

I so tried not to care; but I must find a way,

to get my act together and to not sit out this play.

 

I am but one and don’t I know that there is much to do.

I need my friends to help me. I need each one of you!

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

How many times I have tried to stop, to let it go, to try NOT to care, to be so busy that I have no time to concern myself and still I must continue, I must care! From time to time, I will still post that which will come, that which MUST come. The haunted that I have seen, they will NOT be denied! They cry out for a voice and so I must speak!

Love Is Not A Game

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My feelings were untouched until you came and broke the seal.

How can I forgive you when I had no time to heal?

You took from me my all and then led my heart astray.

I believed your many lies until the day you went away.

 

I have loved and I have lost so many times before.

I could never play another just to even up the score.

The pain is never less when each new love is gone.

As love is not a game and a heart is not a pawn.

 

Heart strands are torn apart as if entwined by fragile rope.

I look towards the heavens for just one glimpse of hope.

The nights, they are the longest with none to fill the void.

No light shines through the clouds, my trust has been destroyed.

 

Who knows if I will love again with a heart in mortal fear.

As I place the broken ruins upon its sacrificial bier.

Forgiveness was not mine to give; I tossed no love aside.

Who will comfort you at night; you with your everlasting pride?

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

 

 

 

 

Sweet Dance of Love(Sequel To “That Brazen Hussy!”)

lips of love

The glistening, gleaming head throbs with anticipation.

As she cradles it in her hand and begins with masturbation.

She strokes his swollen penis and sucks gently at his balls.

A fever pitch of sound escapes beyond the soundproof walls.

He arches back to reach for her; she must not make him cum.

His swollen member beats as though in tune with nature’s drum.

Her lips are ruby red and they are parted just for him.

He invades her hot little mouth as she takes him to the brim.

 

 

Bodies joined as one, hot and sweating from their need,

she cries for him to take her and to give her all his seed.

He fingers deep inside her, soft velvet to the touch.

Her legs wrap around him, he’s held tightly in her clutch.

 

 

He looks into her big brown eyes and sees the love she feels.

The sensation is a heady one from which he all but reels.

He gently strokes his member outside her woman’s mound.

As an awesome power grips him, inside her he does pound.

 

 

She cries out in the night and accepts and gives it back.

They blend into one being as the dawn begins to crack.

She is no brazen hussy, she is his forever more.

He will never let her go; she’s his lady, she is no whore.

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland