Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic now available on Lulu.com!

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as Curiosity ISBN: 978-1-312-46796-5 Published by Lulu.com and Spilt Ink Poetry.

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
ISBN: 978-1-312-46796-5
Published by Lulu.com and Spilt Ink Poetry.

 

Good morning, Poets and Poetry Lovers! Today, Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic is officially available over on Lulu.com! And beginning in Mid-November, the book will be available for purchase on Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com! Check it out now!

http://www.lulu.com/shop/charles-banks-jr/confessions-of-a-hopeless-romantic/paperback/product-21839154.html

Here’s the synopsis for the book:

“Classic poetic forms combined with the modern confessional of free verse, these poems inhabit succinctly woven rhymes, verses and stanzas while professing the profoundest faith in romantic love–entanglement, desire, erotic sharing and compulsion. This is a “hopeless confession” filled with the irony of hope in love. Soft, gentle, fearless and shameless admonitions of losing oneself in the other are no threat. The delusion and sacrifice towards the profession of love remain an insignificant pleasure. The confessions here return to Neruda’s erotic–loss of self parallels and postulates entirety. Love resonates as the opposite of self gratification and self preservation. There are no boundaries. A poet speaks in tandem with the ancient scribes of Egyptian Love Poems–sharing an exotic papyrus of altruistic love.”

*As Written by Poet Sonia Di Placido.

A Leaf, Dried (Writing as Curiosity)

 

 

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Photo taken from the WEB.

 

A LEAF, DRIED

A leaf, dried
Stepped on
Purposely?
Scattered self.

Everything is dried
Parched goods
Loses life.

Heart
Trust
Love.

Hope
Flutters
Deserts.

A companion?
Another leaf dried?

Someone to share in the loneliness.

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
ISBN: 978-1-312-46796-5
Published by Lulu.com and Spilt Ink Poetry.

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as Curiosity ISBN: 978-1-312-46796-5 Published by Lulu.com and Spilt Ink Poetry.

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
ISBN: 978-1-312-46796-5
Published by Lulu.com and Spilt Ink Poetry.

October 6, 2014

Hello, Poets and Poetry Lovers! I am excited to announce the release of my seventh book of poems and fourth poetry chapbook on October 6, 2014. It will initially be available on Lulu.com, and starting in November, on Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com. From now until the book’s release, I will be posting poem excerpts on this blog!

Here is the synopsis to the book, written by fellow poet Sonia Di Placido:

“Classic poetic forms combined with the modern confessional of free verse, these poems inhabit a succinctly woven rhymes, verses and stanzas while professing the profoundest faith in romantic love–entanglement, desire, erotic sharing and compulsion. This is a “hopeless confession” filled with the irony of hope in love. Soft, gentle, fearless and shameless admonitions of losing oneself in the other are no threat. The delusion and sacrifice towards the profession of love remain an insignificant pleasure. The confessions here return to Neruda’s erotic–loss of self parallels and postulates entirety. Love resonates as the opposite of self gratification and self preservation. There are no boundaries. A poet speaks in tandem with the ancient scribes of Egyptian Love Poems–sharing an exotic papyrus of altruistic love.”

*As written by Poet Sonia Di Placido.

 

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as Curiosity ISBN: 978-1-312-46796-5 Published by Lulu.com and Spilt Ink Poetry.

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
ISBN: 978-1-312-46796-5
Published by Lulu.com and Spilt Ink Poetry.

Shadow in the Midnight (Writing as Black Angel) Rewrite

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Black I am, and I am hiding
from the man with the black beater in his hand,
and the shiny badge on his chest.
He is relentless in his pursuit
of finding and locking me up.
 
I hide in the alleyways with the overflowing dumpsters
that have been neglected
like the rest of the blacks.
I have never pointed the finger of blame
but now my hand may be forced.
 
As I see the real truth,
while knelt down on the cold, cracked floor,
avoiding the racist White cop,
I have come to the realization that
life is unfair,
and it never will be fair and just.
 
One of the many sad realizations
we have to face in America.
I never completely understood why
foreigners lust to come here.
 
Everything that is advertised in books and magazines,
 on film, and in music, slants the truth.
People are not exactly free!
The government can give two shits about me!
 
So, why would you want to come here,
my immigrant friend?
I love this great land,
do not misinterpret my words.
 
But I am not exactly free!
Look at my predicament,
simply walking down the street,
black hoodie, saggy jeans
a pack of skittles on my mind.
 
And now I am the shadow in the midnight,
hiding from the man
with the black beater in his hand
and the shiny badge on his chest.
 
© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Black Angel
Excerpt from page 120 of
“A Rose in the Name of Love”
Self-Published by Charles Banks, Jr.
and Lulu.com
Published by Lulu.com (February, 2008).
A Rose in the Name of Love: Published by Lulu.com (February, 2009)

The Guilty Verdict (Writing as Black Angel)

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Guilty by association
Guilty by Race
Guilty by facial expressions.
 
Guilty…
Guilty by inherited racism
Guilty by a lack of religious affiliation.
 
Guilty…
Guilty as charged
guilty as Mr. Simpson
guilty by my rugged attitude.
 
Guilty…
I am guilty as charged
Booked into jail,
Fingerprinted and assaulted
by devious thoughts.
 
But defeated, I will never succumb
to the tangy taste of surrender.
 
2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Black Angel
Excerpt from page 23 of
“Angel’s Passion”
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.
Angel's Passion Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP (October, 2008)
Angel’s Passion Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP (October, 2008)

Boy, I Wonder… (Writing as Curiosity)

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I wonder how life would be if Martin hadn’t given his speech

in front of 200,000 plus and led the March on Washington.

I wonder how life would be if James didn’t make it cool to say

“I’m black and I’m proud!”

I wonder how life would be if Jackie didn’t step in and break

the color barrier in professional baseball.

I wonder how life would be if the invasion on Africa never happened.

I wonder how life would be if Africa were still what it used to be.

I wonder how life would be if my father hadn’t come to California.

I wonder what would happen if he stayed home.

I wonder how life would be if Thurgood hadn’t become

the first black Supreme Court Judge.

I wonder how life would be if Langston, Zora, Louis,

and the Duke hadn’t been born.

I wonder how life would be if Afeni Shakur hadn’t been pregnant in jail.

If Tupac hadn’t been born, hadn’t blessed the world

with his unique words and predictions of the future.

I wonder how life would be if my mother hadn’t left.

Would I be able to write this?

I wonder how life would be if the heroes of the past

didn’t sacrifice their blood, sweat, and tears for me

and future generations to come.

I Only Wonder…

 

© 2009 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity

Excerpt from page 58 of

“The Flower that Wasn’t Meant to Blossom”

Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.

The Flower that Wasn't Meant to Blossom, Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP (December, 2009).

The Flower that Wasn’t Meant to Blossom, Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP (December, 2009).

No Vacancy (by Black Angel) New Poem

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No Vacancy

Complacency, can you do me a favor?

Please exit my motel room!

But first, empty your pockets.

Oh, don’t you dare try and deny it!

I saw you slip those little soap bars

Into your denim jeans pockets.

Did you stash the dirty condoms, too?

You better get rid of them!

I won’t have the manager thinkin’ I did it!

Oh, no! Not again!

Pack your shit, already!

Get the fuck out!

Leave me alone!

And take Mediocrity with you,

The cheap little slut.

We had our fun—

Our steamy, sultry

Shoddy, sleazy

Threesome.

©2013 By Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Black Angel