Tanishallove Just sitting here making some new poetry and wondering what is up with my blackplanet family?Any one wanna talk feel free to im me. - January 21, 2011 add/view comments (0)

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THE MEASURE OF A MAN The measure of a man how do we do it? Is it in his power and strength of his arms? How about his capacity to love unconditionally with everything he has. Men have this way about them this beautiful essence that exudes pride. I know that it hasnt always been easy for our black men. They have struggled with life lessons about love, respect, and integrity. It is with those struggles that has made them stronger and sometimes harder to reach. Once you break through those barriers and speak directly to their souls you see them, the real them not their facade. Their true essence starts to shine through. We can see it in his eyes when he sits back and stares at us or looks directly in our eyes trying to get inside our mind. We can feel it with his every touch. We can feel it through the way that he loves. He loves hard, passionately, with his mind , body, and soul. His love takes us on a journey of trials and tribulations but if you stand just a strong and proud as he does it will all be worth it in the end. Sometimes people search the world to find that rare love that is like a diamond in the rough. A man has a certain pride about them that doesnt always allow them to ask for help but if you look, listen and love you can know what he needs without him asking. A man's love is a shelter or a safe haven for the right woman. It is a place where you can feel safe and secure. There is no greater feeling than your man wrapping his arms around you and you feeling a sense of security because you know that you're in the safest place. Do we measure a man by the way he walks and talks? For each woman those answers on how she measures a man will be different. I do know this one of the best ways to measure a man is by measuring the woman that stands besides him. By: Tanisha Vann WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT AS I LAY IN BED I HEAR THE RAINDROPS FALLING ON THE WINDOW PANE. AS THE NIGHT GOES ON I CAN HEAR THE MOTIONS OF THE TREES AND LEAVES WAVING BACK AND FOURTH. ALMOST LIKE THEY ARE WAVING AT ME TO LET ME KNOW THAT THEY ARE THERE. I SNUGGLE IN MY BED ALL WARM AND COZY. JUST AS I CLOSE MY EYES, MY MIND STARTS TO WONDER WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU. I SEE YOU SO CLEARLY. EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT HERE I CAN FEEL YOU LIKE YOURE HERE NEXT ME. I CAN FEEL THE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND EVER SO SLOWLY STROKING MY FACE. I CAN ENVISON ME TAKING YOUR HAND AND KISSING IT. THEN LOOKING INTO YOUR EYES AND WHISPERING THE SWEET WHISPERS OF THE NIGHT. I TURN AND TOSS AS I AM DREAMING OF YOU AND ALL YOUR GLORY. I REMEMBER THE LAST TIME WE WERE TOGETHER AND I SMILE. IF I CLOSE MY EYES I CAN HEAR THAT SWEET VOICE OF YOURS. AS THE NIGHT GOES ON I HEAR THE BIRDS SINGING THEIR SONG OF LOVE AND MATING AND I WONDER WHAT OUR SONG WOULD SOUND LIKE. WOULD IT SOUND LIKE THE OCEAN CLEAR BREEZE ON A SUMMERS DAY? WOULD IT SOUND LIKE A STORMY NIGHT? WHATEVER THE SOUND I KNOW THAT IT IS THE WHISPERS OF THE NIGHT. AS I FALL ASLEEP I THINK TO MYSELF. WOW THIS MAN LOVES ME WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS. AS I START TO MISS YOU. I WHISPER OUT YOUR NAME KNOWING THAT THE WAVING TREES AND IT'S LEAVES WILL GUIDE MY WHISPER TO YOUR EARS. I WHISPER I LOVE YOU AND THE WHISPERS OF THE NIGHT BRING IT RIGHT BACK WITH A WHISPER FROM YOU OF I LOVE YOU TOO. FOR ALL DAYS AND NIGHTS I AM WITHOUT YOU, I FOREVER HAVE THE WHISPERS OF THE NIGHT TO BE YOUR ARMS WHEN YOU ARE NOT HERE. I HAVE THE WHISPERS OF THE NIGHT TO CARRY OUR VOICES BACK AND FORTH. THE WHISPERS OF THE NIGHT MY COMFORT, MY SAFE HAVEN AND MY HEART BY: Tanisha Vann