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The Mister Diva Show!

I am so excited to announce that I will be returning to Don't Tell Mama for a one night only cabaret performance on Friday, April 17, 2015.  The very talented Jason Laney will be joining me onstage. We're putting together a fun song list that you can sing along to. Click on the link above to find out more about the show and to make your reservations. We'll see you there!

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First Day of School

              From We Whisper, and other poems

New Poetry Collection!

#NationalPoetryMonth

Calendar

I see my mortality

Neatly printed in blocks

Counting up to a countdown

As I stretch and crackle and think,

What shall I learn today?

-Cedric L. Jones

Proceed With Caution!

Happy Halloween!

The White Rabbit

Photo by Ann Breitbach

Advice From a Caterpillar No. 3

John Tenniel, 1865

Advice From a Caterpillar No. 2

Here's my second installment of life lessons as taught to Alice by the Caterpillar.

Illustration by John Tenniel 1865

Advice From a Caterpillar No. 1

The Gay Pride Civil Rights Movement promotes positive affirmation, education and advocacy for the LGBTQ and Ally community against discrimination, violence and ignorance.  We show that Pride in our rallies and our marches, and even in our parties, but we carry Pride with us each and every day of our lives! Happy Pride everyone!

National Poetry Month: Dear Daddy

In honor of National Poetry Month, this is the last of the public readings from the 2008 release of I WEAR THE COLOUR GREEN.

Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy—

Why the hell have you forsaken me,

Your only worthwhile son?

Because I wear the Colour Green?

Because I wear your hidden shades?

You are the man that

Grinds me to the

Blood and bone.

But, dear Daddy,

You can’t forget me.

My eyes are yours

Three-fold.

I have seen and heard

The things you may deny.

I’m so sorry I’m not holy

In your kingdom hall of hate.

No, I’m not!

There is no change,

So you can have your throne

Made of my bones.

Sing your sorry lullabies,

I won’t await your trust.

I need you less

Than when I was a child.

Don’t rock-a-bye me

With your sad,

Sweet tunes of unsung guilt.

I am a stronger man

That Noah built.

Yes, I am a real Man,

Daddy,

Despite what you may think.

I turned out better than fine.

I never had a daddy

And I never needed one.

Can you say the same

For all your other bastard sons?

Sinner, sinner,

Sinner hell,

Why don’t you

Take a chance and tell—

How many boys

By how many different

Wives, harem daddy?

Take back

Your books of wisdom.

Read them well.

I didn’t need them,

Or the verses

Thrown as weapons

From your pulpit, Daddy.

Tell me, Daddy,

Since we’re sharing,

Are you cringing?

Are you swearing?

Suicide had nothing at all

To do with the loss of you.

With Mommy telling lies,

And Daddy feeling hate,

All that’s left for me to do

Is stand and wait.

Who are you,

Dear, dear Daddy?

Is there a book

That I can read

That tells of all the

Sordid deeds,

That you laid at

Our God’s feet

And then forgot?

Did you list your

Next of kin,

Did you

Write of all your sins

That you passed down

To the only worthwhile

Son that you begot?

One day,

I’ll see my daddy

For the man that

He’s become—

So frosted over with his

Guilt and loss.

How dare you judge me,

Daddy,

When you didn’t see me walk,

You didn’t hear me talk,

When you didn’t see me grow

Into a man?

To re-invent myself

Required awful, damned good skill.

You didn’t know me then,

So refuse to love me now

For, no one knows

The places I have been.

You don’t know me,

You don’t love me.

You can’t change me,

So what of me?

I’ll tell you what—

Sit back

And turn the page.

Cedric L. Jones

(I Wear the Colour Green -2008)

National Poetry Month: Friendship Eternal

In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I am posting another poem from my 2008 book I Wear the Colour Green.  The video is from a release party hosted by my friend and fellow artist Gilberto Gonzales. I am reading the poem "Friendship Eternal," which was first read by the Valedictorian at my 1991 graduation from Marlboro County High School in Bennettsville, S.C.

Friendship Eternal

When the wings of time have brushed us,

And somehow have drawn us apart,

We may come again together

In the spirit and in the heart.

And when distance is a constant reminder,

We may turn back the wheels of our minds

And remember our days of youth clearly

As if for the very first time.

We may pray once again to hear laughter

As we once heard it many years before,

That the closeness and warmth that we’re after

Make ageless our yearning for more.

So I write this verse in the present

So the future will bring back the past,

And as words live on, so will memory,

And in memory, our friendship shall last.

Cedric L. Jones 

(I Wear the Colour Green ©2008)

National Poetry Month: History

April is National Poetry Month, and I'm working to finish putting together my second book of poetry.  In the meantime, here is a reading from my first collection, I Wear the Colour Green (2008).

History

I pricked my finger,

Out spilled blood.

Thickening history ran

Massahs and missus

And cotton,

On which I wiped

The dripping blood and read

The pages full.

The back doors

Of the alley ways

Swing segregated freedom,

Different water,

Different air,

Different jobs—

In court a separate Bible.

In church a separate God.

My God said be gentle,

His God said be fierce.

White cape, rope in hand.

A structure crackles deep in flames,

Deep in flames.

The massahs and missus are gone now,

Only a couple to spare.

Yet, in my blood

I’m toting on.

I feel the wounds,

But looking back will

Salt them even more.

Dripping blood

Reality

Can lock the alley doors.

by Cedric L. Jones 

Marry Me

I’ve jumped brooms

in my blood

before I was me,

and now that I am,

I still can't be free.

As I travel on

I need you to see

I'm walking these streets

an invisible me,

a second class citizen

who wants to be free.

‘Though death do us part

you won't marry me.

I’m a slave to a system

We all know so well.

My ego's still smarting

From Don't ask, Don't tell.

I can't be in love,

I've no license to be.

Though I say “I do”,

you won't marry me.

We’ve been to the mountain top

Climbed to be free.

We’ve played by the rules

Of the Democracy.

We will ask!

We will tell!

We will march and raise hell!

We’ll riot and picket,

We’ll strike and rebel!

We’ll demand equal rights!

We’ll demand to be free!

By the time we have finished,

You will marry me!

I have dreams like my neighbors

Of settling down

Of snow days

And school plays

Of birthdays with clowns.

Of laughter filled evenings,

My family and me—

Of my happy ending

When you marry me.

©2013 Cedric L. Jones

(from the upcoming poetry book We the People)

"The Future" taken at 2011 NYC Heritage of Pride 

©2013 Cedric L. Jones