KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 Apr Iss. Vol. 0415 | Page 30

Liberian Literary Magazine April Issue 0415 ‘Den’ who? Pop life ‘Dat’s the part That ain’t no thrill(er) “If I was your Girlfriend” Like the Manhattans We’d “KISS” and say goodbye But I’m not ‘Nevatheless” We use to party Like it Twas’ 1999 In ‘dat’ “Little Red Corvette” ‘BET’ Dedicated To: The late great Prince Rogers Nelson. Prince your music will ‘foreva’ be cherished and you are ‘foreva’ loved… (Authored: “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs” and “SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER”. Note* each book ranked 5 stars!!!) No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved@ 2016. Believe it or not I started to wonder If I was writing too fast But it’s Thursday night ‘Dat’ makes my scribes alright And yes You’ve left us ‘Wit’ an empty tank of gas True ‘dat’ True ‘Cause’ ‘Da’ color worn ‘NOW’ Is NONE other ‘dan’ ‘da’ blues Sir Prince We lost a music Icon in you Stephen F. Cooper II A Shy In Love Almost every moment with her Stolen or rightful mine I marvel at those glittering teeth Embedded in bright red gum Her eyes like mine situated divinely Could be mine if only they could see From where these words bud every second. O magnificent Creator...what can I say How could you make such An entrapment to my soul? Her presence confines me in a Roman's jail heavily guarded by fear that won't let me out. "I'll say it;surely I'll tell her!" Always revamping myself in her absence But her smiles unknowingly unleashes a nuclear bomb that sents my labour in billows of smoke in less than a second And a new page I have to begin A new one like this "Ummm ,ummm, how are you? What did you have for breakfast? Is your grandma alive?" And these amount to nothing but laughter You’ve NEVER caused us any sorrow Nor did you cause us any pain Your music Will ‘foreva’ Keep us laughing In ‘your’ purple rain Your Purple rain Your purple reigns I was woke When I wrote ‘dis’ So… Excuse while I take my time For you PRINCE We’re ‘gonna’ ‘NOW’ party Like it’s ‘2099’ © Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown 30