Poetry

“I need a man” by Venus Jones

I need a man I can do bad by myself. I don’t need nobody else. I work day and night, night and day, to pay the bills of yesterday. But it’s okay, and it’s all right. You know I can make wrong right without a fight. Just understand, I need a complete companion. [...]

By |2022-10-02T16:44:03-07:00September 28, 2022|Insightful, Poetry|

Janet Jackson rose. She Rose.

Her Story Matters ~As someone who studies sheroes, I've never been this excited about a Lifetime movie. I'm not even the biggest Janet Jackson fan. I have only seen her in concert twice, but I was dancing to her music on my Instagram page in anticipation and texting friends, who seemed less enthused. Why? I [...]

By |2022-06-25T01:52:44-07:00January 31, 2022|Insightful, Random Thoughts|

Ballot or the Bullet?

What you may or may not know about me is I taught Public Speaking for a year at Mission College. The "Ballot or the Bullet" speech ranks seventh on the list of 100 great American speeches of the 20th century, as determined by leading scholars of rhetoric. I've been in a happy interracial marriage for [...]

By |2020-11-05T01:09:22-08:00November 3, 2020|Random Thoughts, Revolutionary|

Happy New You!

This is the time for New Year's resolutions. While you are setting your own goals, make sure to leave time for love and fun in your schedule. We all strive to have a healthy work-life balance. So don't just look at the computer or the clocks this year.       Let's also take time to [...]

By |2019-01-02T01:14:58-08:00January 1, 2019|Insightful, Poetry|

When and why I dance

Greetings Venusian, I've been busy as a poetic soldier over here but not too busy to shake a leg. Nothing picks me up like a good song. I love to put in a two step, in the name of love. Yes, music matters and Black music is the soundtrack of America. Sometimes the best time [...]

By |2017-03-07T14:08:15-08:00March 7, 2017|Poetry|

My Sunset

She’s covered in primary colors found in      rainbows.On our front porchshe’s knitting a quilt.to match the sky for fun.Black and grey curlsbless her forehead.She scratches her nosewhere grandpa first kissed her.Then pricks her fingerwith that curved needle in the process.She laughs at the painexposing the depth of her wisdom.Then one strand escapeslike wild thread near [...]

By |2024-07-28T02:44:45-07:00May 21, 2015|Poetry|

No More

This poem has come to mind a little too often this year, thanks to the obvious militarization of our police force in Ferguson, the broken infrastructure and politics per usual in the U.S. May it be a reminder that we are all still making choices big and small. My name is Venus Jones and I [...]

By |2016-10-15T11:54:53-07:00November 9, 2014|Revolutionary|