Good evening, or morning, whatever it may be. I hope your lives are well and good. I am proud to announce that my chapbook, Concrete Promises has sold 30 copies in the first week. If you do not know, I am selling copies from my home at $6.00 a copy. I’d like to thank everyone who has already bought a copy of the book. It was a long, grueling process, filled with low points and high ones. The publication of it is definitely the highest point. I received a review courtesy of Julie Catherine, who graciously read my book and bestowed upon it, kind words. Aside from all things Concrete Promises, I will be celebrating six months cancer-free on the 28th of July. Thanks again to everyone who has sent well wishes my way. I certainly appreciate it. In honor of the landmark moment in my life, I will be posting two new poems Never Haste and No Vacancy. Hope everyone enjoys reading on the 28th! Thanks again everyone!
– Charles Banks, Jr.
Link to Concrete Promises Review: http://juliecatherinevigna.wordpress.com/2013/07/16/review-of-concrete-promises-a-poetry-chapbook-by-charles-banks-jr/
When does it End?
It’s never enough, is it?
No matter what I do as a black man.
No matter how high I jump or how dark my skin is.
No matter how fast I can run.
Or no matter how hard I try in school.
It’s never enough.
The road gets tougher every day but I can’t complain.
It’s interesting to know how hard I have to work.
Double, triple because of the color of my skin.
It’s never enough, is it?
Can anyone answer my question?
Give me a justified answer?
But the road does have an end, sadly to say.
All so-called good things do come to an end, right?
I will, we will get our chance to shine.
To shine even brighter than the sun itself.
Just sit back and enjoy the show.
© 2009 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as CURIOSITY
Excerpt from “The Flower That Wasn’t Meant To Blossom”
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.
Where are they?
Where do they currently reside?
What is their current GPS location?
The leaders of the world—
Do they choose to hide?
Do they choose to conceal their powers from the idiot magnets?
Have we become so self-indulgent?
So dependent on man-made items
that we have lost the ability of critical thinking and basic observation?
Are the leaders of the world hiding in dark caves,
carving out new mathematical formulas and
philosophical findings on the cave’s walls?
Are the leaders of the world exiled to a secluded island?
Are they at the peaks of the tallest mountains,
observing the idiocy below through idiot-proof telescopes?
Can they see with vivid detail each song lyric
scribbled on note pads with very little originality?
Can they see that artists of the past
are being robbed blind of their once prestigious work?
Can they see the dried up pen of writers with no muse?
Do they even exist?
Written as Black Angel
© 2011 by Charles Banks, Jr.
White rain in the city, a
mirage is created.
Through the goodness of the city,
the richness of the soil from
the constant rain and the craziness
of the morning traffic has all
been a mirage.
All that has been presumed to be simple
is not anymore.
The city is filled with corruption
and deception mellowed with
The city is not noticed for its rich
green grass but for its racism,
deceitfulness and steady greed.
A battle of wits between two flesh and blood brothers,
a botched murder attempt, a war between two new
foes, adultery and a case of
WRITTEN BY CHARLES BANKS, JR
WRITING AS BLACK ANGEL
EXCERPT FROM PAGE 110 OF A ROSE IN THE NAME OF LOVE
© 2008 BY CHARLES BANKS JR.
SELF-PUBLISHED AT LULU.COM