Poet Showcase; Pam Osbey

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=168 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" background="135a11c3.gif"> <div> <FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#33CC00" FACE="Arial" ><IMG SRC="0a664860.gif" border=0 width="100" height="134" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></FONT>Pam Osbey, author of Musings of a Mocha Sista:  A Different Flava of Mocha, published the ebook in May of 2000 through <I>MightyWords.com</I> with some limited success and is releasing a full length version in June of 2001 through Writers Club Press. The public hungry for more of her explosive black love and spiritual poetry as well as her personal essays and short stories, has demanded this book to be brought forth in print form. Musings of a Mocha Sista, will be available online and in bookstores mid-June 2001.  Ms. Osbey, an active member of the Prolific Writers Network, has been a featured writer/poet at SisterFriends.com, Ebonylove.net, URSOUL.net, Rhapsody Magazine, Rhapsody Publishing, and many other ezines online.  Her editing experience includes production of a chapbook (Exotica - 1998), and work on an anthology of poetry and prose (Kaleidoscope:  Women at Work - 1988) .  Ms Osbey has also acted as a guest writer for a corporate newsletter at Unum America (The Lighter Side - 1996).  She is a contributing writer for the Daughters of Eve Network, and contributing wordsmith for URSOUL.net.  She received her Bachelors of Arts Degree in English from Grambling State University in 1993.  A multitalented singer, songwriter, and freelance writer, Ms. Osbey is featured at several poetry venues in Chicago as a guest performer. Visit her official web site at  <A HREF="http://www.mochasistah.com " TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.mochasistah.com "><U>www.mochasistah.com </U></A>to find out more about her literary works and performances.</div> <div> <A HREF="mailto:mochasistah_01@yahoo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:mochasistah_01@yahoo.com"><U>E-mail</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#33CC00" FACE="Arial" ><B>Artrageous Women</B></FONT>   |     <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Artrageous Women"><U>home</U></A></div> <bR> <div> Poet Showcase; Pam Osbey</div> <bR> <div> <B><U>Grimm Reality</U></B></div> <bR> <div> I hurt, begged and bled</div> <div> To death</div> <div> On the floor</div> <div> With no fanfare</div> <div> Momma knew he was touching my</div> <div> Fragile skin</div> <div> And she saw how his eyes hugged </div> <div> My little frame</div> <div> I don't wanna put the blame</div> <div> But it's a dam shame</div> <div> That I hurt, begged and bled</div> <div> To death</div> <div> On a floor</div> <div> In a room</div> <div> In a place I once called home</div> <bR> <div> Wonder what would have become of me</div> <div> If had not he</div> <div> Torn apart my youthful figure</div> <div> With evil touching</div> <div> And manipulation of my once innocent soul</div> <div> Oh here I go again</div> <div> Crying out to the lord</div> <div> Why me? Why now? Why die?</div> <bR> <div> On the floor in a place I once called home</div> <div> I bled and died</div> <div> Bruised soul</div> <div> Oozing youth</div> <div> Cursing momma</div> <div> And asking God for his hand</div> <bR> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Aria006c002d00dcccffff00.gif" HEIGHT="15" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">for baby Unique T.  </div> <bR> <div> © 2001 by Pam Osbey</div> <bR> <div> <B><U>Poetic Soul</U></B></div> <bR> <div> Bound by imagination</div> <div> she creates the rhythm of life</div> <div> pulsations inside the mind are free to fly</div> <div> and lyrical muses come</div> <div> forth like little flowers</div> <div> that bloom in springtime</div> <bR> <div> bound by creativity</div> <div> she delves deep into her</div> <div> simple existence</div> <div> sensations of life, love, pain,</div> <div> embarrassment, jealousy, </div> <div> loneliness, spirituality, sweet</div> <div> and deep and lovely moments are released</div> <div> like rain babies</div> <bR> <div> it is this poetic soul</div> <div> that moves and groove</div> <div> that opens so nakedly</div> <div> and dances in the wind</div> <bR> <div> releasing and revealing</div> <div> deep moments of life</div> <div> experienced by her</div> <div> or by others</div> <bR> <div> it is THIS poetic soul</div> <div> that loves people</div> <div> and loves life</div> <div> and that delights in the poetic moments</div> <div> that are experienced</div> <div> in this thang we call life</div> <bR> <div> © 2001 by Pam Osbey</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>Unspoken</U></B></div> <bR> <div> we don't need words</div> <div> you love me with your eyez</div> <div> the feeling in my heart</div> <div> will neva die</div> <bR> <div> we don't need words</div> <div> because you make melodies move in my soul</div> <div> for some reason I cannot let go</div> <div> of your love</div> <bR> <div> unspoken</div> <bR> <div> whisper to me</div> <div> your dying melodies</div> <div> your dreams unfilled</div> <div> your love makes sense</div> <div> somehow</div> <bR> <div> after the rain came a rainbow</div> <div> and it was the afterglow of our love</div> <bR> <div> unspoken</div> <bR> <div> whispers tango with you</div> <div> and I</div> <bR> <div> as we make love</div> <div> with our eyez</div> <bR> <div> the filling in my heart</div> <div> will neva die</div> <bR> <div> my love for you is unspoken</div> <bR> <div> © 2001 by Pam Osbey</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>