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All Poems here have been published and created by "The Empress" *------------------------------------------------------------------------------------* Poem: The Future by Carissia Dixon-Malone Loving what you learn Learning what you love Loving what you do Doing what you love Expressing through the modes The beauty of the Cultures Blending as One Universe As God foresees the future! @ * ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*Entertainer's Creed: Entertainer's Creed: As an intuitive entertainer, Love and serve all people by bringing joy, fun, and awareness through song. Do not take sides. Seek understanding through questioning and strive to keep opinions to self. Always be extremely grateful for audiences that attend any of performances! Feel the Passion! See the Light! by Carissia - August 16, 2009* --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ With this poem, three goals are achieve here: Acknowledging my Mom most definitely, empathize from others feelings, and stir abstractly the inherent feelings and responsibility felt by most Moms ...! Mothers really are a wonderful creation of God! *** Happy Mother's Day Christine Dixon of Celina, Free Hill, Tennessee Mothers Who Are Mom Mothers project love and gleam bright like you Mothers are strict when the care is about you Mothers never leave as time becomes life's lustful tool My Mother was always there when I came home from school Mothers teach us love and how simply to reach They give us depth and the ability to inner search Mothers are intuitive and know things before they happen That's why it's always wise to listen before there is a mishap Oh how, I thank my God for Mothers who look like my Mom Mothers who think like her and Mothers who laugh out loud like her Oh how, grateful I am to God for my Mother who adamantly put me first And never let me forget that it was me on her genuine love list I thank all you Mothers for being like my Mom Many kids succeeded wholly because human love is designed like my Mom As aging Moms gain wisdom while loving their old grey younglings with no end in sight We all know that it is Mothers and their love as One who will stand as the key to our light So in earnest enthusiasm we all should shout, "I will always love, my Mother, 'cause my MOM is *imaged* just Right!" Happy Mother's Day, *Mom! ** Carissia Dixon-Malone, May 7, 2009 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thinking environmentally and about its potency: (same above): TREE *Written and published 4/11/2009* The anima of a TREE is very very strong. We gotta be TREE strong to survive this life! We must be a TREE with very deep roots Firmly planted -- not easily moved And, not easily bent over when the wind begins to blow But a TREE that grows up with branches stretching out Blooming strong limbs and air we can breathe We gotta be that TREE that covers for some And becomes the lover for others who call it their home We must stand TREE tall to survive this life Like a TREE filled with divine, majestic powers, we Train, Reflect, Empathize, and Enjoy Yes, we gotta one day evolve TREE ready to live this life! Return to top of Page ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Faith by Carissia Dixon-Malone - A Celebration of Poets Showcase I love life and all encountered Wonders always rushing forth Pressures shine like mountain top snow And doubts of self hang hollow low i wonder will I measure up Or just devour the feels of fear Or let my spirit rise above To veil the Faith within Life Happens as no moment's notice A fork evolves unstable ground But with the sheer of deepest faith I'm sure to seize the love abound ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nothing is Impossible Carissia - 12/09/1997 A sea floor can be reached And stars walked upon The heavens obtained by divine grace Everlasting love captured from within Listen when I whisper Belief is action turned inside out Strength equals profit where focus resides Nothing is impossible If one chooses to try * ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Passion Rule By Carissia Dixon-Malone - 3/18/99 To weather the storm when the norm is away You gotta ride passion till the wave cools down Don’t you quit and don’t you stop Just remember always this too shall pass When billows of doubt are filled at the rim Don’t fear it at all, let the zest of life blaze on through As the shadows of the demon move closer in Dance with your passion for a greater peace Cause passion is the rule for a better way It’s the key to balance in your daily wear Just keep up the climb for what you want The rope of passion is the holding thread A Proud Man...A Black Man! Robert Dixon -- A Tribute by Thomas Henry Malone/Carissia Dixon-Malone IF you did not know the Man and Saw Him coming down the street, You knew immediately that He was a man of Substance.. A Proud Man...A Black Man! IF you had not met Him On the inside of the boxing ring, and Absorbed one His lightning left hooks You could tell He was about Something A Proud Man...A Black Man! EVEN if you had not been anointed To catch His legendary performances Or, heard his voice rattling the rafters, You still could feel that He was a man of Importance A Proud Man....A Black Man! BUT, If you knew Him as "Dad" like, I did, You were one of the lucky ones, And, upon His departure, I was blessed to said, "I Love You, Dad! You truly are... A Proud Man... A Black Man...A Man of Heavenly Substance!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Dear" Carissia Dixon-Malone – 9/9/2000 Again will you hold me and love me, Dear And make me feel so safe, Dear Could our love be fading, Dear Just like it never fazed you, Dear What really, really happened, Dear Will you ever need to feel me, Dear Or, was it all just a game, Dear A fleeting rush of lust, Dear A moment that never lasted, Dear How so simply sad, Dear To have you here but never near, Dear Why must we bear an end, Dear When love was once so strong, Dear * *BACK TO THE TOP OF PAGE* ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This Love’s Real By Carissia Dixon-Malone – 11/1/99 Life hasn’t been easy to say the least The roads I’ve travel left aside so many But I know this love’s real and the seeds will grow Cause baby you’re here and there’s no doubting that We’ve seen it before and we’ll see it again The circle of life will always unfold To the heart inside and the mind outside Let it ring magic for me and you I’ve searched so long to have my own I’ll never regret any turns I made for you Cause you are the force of my new math A continuous love that’s forever more on my path! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Way You Are Carissia Dixon-Malone – May 30, 1999 The way you move me when you walk Makes always for interesting talk Your depth, your inner wisdom Opens me to light I’ve never seen How did I ever exist before Where visions were so narrow and dark Your entry in my world is like a butterfly spreading wings You’re so aesthetically pleasing Where the day’s stress is so releasing How can one ever know a joy this certain In a wheel of unceasing pain What a joy our journeys crossed Forever will our hearts beat as one Under the veil of the One above, surpassing the span of earthly love I love the way you are! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Life Carissia Dixon-Malone – 8/9/96 Loving what you learn Living what you do Expressing it through the music Where the outflow of peace and beauty Fulfills the life long journey * BACK TO THE TOP OF PAGE --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What’s it all About? By Carissia Dixon-Malone - 3/17/99 What’s it all about We are born to believe in fantasy things Hoping for a better life Is it the brass…the car, the house, the job? How do you satisfy in the short span we have? What’s it all about? Books, lecturers expounding everywhere Everyone is spouting their living creeds But if you look behind their doors Their actions are nil and their word is null What’s it all about? Should love be the answer to all our woes? Then why is a child taught not from cradle to abide? If wisdom is the path to peace, they say Then why is the educated so filled with hate? What’s it all about? * *BACK TO THE TOP OF PAGE* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why I Drink Milk June 7, 2001/Revised 2009 I drink Milk for sentimental reasons Because I sipped when I was younger I now enjoy this smile much Longer I drink Milk for aging reasons It helps my bones grow much much stronger Which makes my life not just a quick encounter I love Milk for many reasons I hope you really do believe me Cause as you see, we've lasted for several seasons --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ancestral Pity 9/9/2001 Momma never left and focused on the mass Dad could have stayed, but let money rule his ass Their children sometimes rude, showing empathy with no class As the boy of last descent, slyly smiled and took the gas There was always talk of family love Which sometimes matched the thoughts from the One above But as recalled and as the norm, someone always left in shame While others sadly and smugly would kindly laid some blame I could not climb to snatch that peak Ancestral pity had made the future bleak Its all their fault, I rationalized It was their inner vault that had not been realized I know I must remove the chains That constantly leave me mentally slain And dump the bag of pity and doubt So I can carry the trail of clout But when you see how full this bag Filled with guilt from everyone You'll understand the burden we wag When Ancestral Pity leaves life undone ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ... more coming *BACK TO THE TOP OF PAGE* Return to Carissia & Company Homepage Thanks for browsing the site!

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