Reverend Michael C. Jones

 

The Dancing Poet....       of Detroit, Michigan

 
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Mr. Jones, The Dancing Poet, is a professional dancer with a unique way of merging his poetry and dance talents into an exciting act.

He is available for entertaining, assisting with the publishing process, counseling children on poetry writing, educational career day events and curriculum enhancing activities  He can be reached at:

 

Telephone: (313) 535-6169.      

Email:   usabrowneagle69@aol.com

   

NEW RELEASE:  "2033, Poetry Inspired by The Lion of Judah"

By Michael C. Jones

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You are invited to participate in my " Master's Series "
The Master's Says...   Love and it will be given back to You!
I say; Love is the greatest force in the universe. The dead have been raised because of it!
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Happy Birthday: Michael Jackson ' the King of Pop!

 Michael you are a double king,

 singing dancing for the Lord God Supreme!

 We are happy at last to know you're home,

 moonwalking around the Holy throne.

 Dear Michael our brother you're not alone.

I followed since the Ed. Sullivan show,

your  impact on the world we may never know.

 Like Elvis the world you did show, 

 love joy, a heart pure as gold,

your majestic legacy still unfolds!

James Brown would call you the dance machine.

 Jackie Wilson would say your turns are mean.

 Smokey Robinson could say the angels love your voice.

We find it quite difficult to morn and rejoice!

 The man in the mirror makes me look deep inside.

 You taught us not to part from a child's heart.

Some tried to destroy you with lies your style,

 prayerfully you stood tall and said just 'smile' .

They love you in Asia, England, Ukraine, and France,

You make rhythm less people rise up and dance!

 Strangers hug more black and white people talk,

 I hear over in Russia they do the Moonwalk!

 You gave much money many gifts to the poor,

your presence felt almost on every shore.

One thing brother Michael did understand,

he would be loved forever,

 as always it's God's Holy plan!

 


 

HAITI


 Mother earth rebelled against

She cried and her mouth opened wide,
her anger was insurmountable,

her appetite insatiable,
and her fury shocked the world!

 Ashes and white smoke lingers,
death's stench rose horribly in the atmosphere.
The dead body count immeasurable,

death was everywhere!
Haiti Spiritual leader crushed in the rubble,
 and the Capitol crumbled,

 the United Nation's building extinct!
 Death's carnage no stranger to the world,.

 It comes  myriads of torments'
 Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Volcanic eruptions, Cyclones, Monsoons,
 thousands upon thousands dead!

 From the school house a child was pulled from the debris, alive!

 During the chaos a baby was born.
 I heard they named the child Israel.

Israel, home of the baby doctor.
 The warmth of his little fragile body,

 and glow from his vibrant bright eyes,
 reveals hope, mercy, forgiveness.

 But most of all reconciliation,
.with God's overflowing grace.

 All are images of God's Salvation,
and His irrevocable love!

 


 

 

The Dancing Poet

Featured on The Detroit Writers' Guild New CD

"A Poetic Showcase"

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