Dr. John

when a saint leaves the earth

there is a vacuum,

an irreplaceable hole

that cannot be filled.

sound the trumpets, the drums,

the trombones!

play the cymbals,

twirl colorful umbrellas

and sing…

build a second-line to infinity

to send him home…
Linda Tauhid

©6/12/19
*for musical and cultural artist  Mac Rebennack Jr. AKA Dr. John

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Black vets of D-Day ignored and forgotten…


I have been watching a good deal of coverage on D-Day veterans who are being honored for their service. I have yet to see even a picture of a Black vet, never mind a living Black vet returning to Normandy for the commemoration.

This is highly disturbing to me because my uncle Herbert David Lindsay was one such veteran. My Uncle Herbie died at the age of 89 on September 3, 2013 in Boston, Massachusetts.  I remember him as a handsome and friendly man who never actually spoke of his military service. It was My father H. David Lindsay who told me about uncle Herbie’s service. Uncle Herbie has two living sons, Herbie Jr. And Jimmy. I am not directly in touch with them, but they deserve honorable mention of their father.

This ignoring/forgetting Black veterans is not uncommon. I am attaching an article that addresses the issue and I am hoping my readers may pardon my departure from my usual poetic musings to honor these forgotten and ignored veterans as we honor all of the known/acknowledged veterans during the D-Day commemorations. Thank-you.

Please also take the time to read the attached article:
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/nbcblk/fighting-germans-jim-crow-role-black-troops-d-day-n1013716
Linda Tauhid

6/5/19

Stealth Visit

why do you visit

so stealthily

in the night?
after i have closed

the house,

prayed,

turned out the lights

and rested on my

right side.

are we only

of dream-visits

now

and wistful thoughts…

as maybe

we always were?

continents and oceans

away

powered by 

the spirit

of our ancestors

and our revered

home

land.

remembering bits

of love

and comfort

so hastily withdrawn

by separation

and

by

my

residence

in 

this hostile

domain. 
Linda Tauhid

©5/19/19

The Elevated Places*

i have taken

this journey

many times.

although familiar,

each time

it is enlightening.

struggling

through the burdens

of divine law

and regulations;

it is like a cool drink

to step beyond

into “The Elevated Places”.

the soul has been whetted

here to receive;

and has climbed

to parabolic heights

for a taste of freedom–

a glimpse of paradise.

and one may rest here…

the journey is not complete

but here,one has hope

a glimpse

of what is beyond

the struggles of worldly life

and its concerns.

this is a driving point

a signpost to victory

and hope.

here,

at

The Elevated Places.
Linda Tauhid
©5/13/19

* The Elevated Places or Al-A’raf is the 7th Sura (Chapter) of The Holy Quran. It is a step in the journey to read the entire Quran during the month of Ramadan and beyond.

Love Thoughts

have the clouds fallen

does the sky

no longer speak

has the rain dried

since it showered

your image

into

my heart

has the Spring planting

been neglected

are there no tulips,

no roses,

no daffodils.

have the birds

gone quiet

is May

just another day?

has chocolate

lost its taste

Is love hiding–

seeking,

spying,

peeping 

as I wander,

ponder,

wondering…
Linda Tauhid

©5/1/19

HEART

my heart

is listing

to memory

and resolve…

it floats in the brine

of timeless hopes

and the Grace

of existence.

it is well protected,

encased

in Love

and it’s own

singularity.

it beats

of divine accord

managing the flow

of vitality

inward

and outward…

it rests

in a legacy

that runs the gamut

of bad

and good;

it explains nothing,

it speaks

It’s own language

lodged

in its singular

location

embedded

in multiple

facets.
Linda Tauhid

©4/28/19

Nipsey

when you

we’re born

I had been

in the ‘hustle’

for 35 years…

fighting

to save myself

and my sons

from the messes

that i

had created

and the ones

that i had

been born in to.

writing,

crying,

dying,

and emigrating

to places and worlds

of more light…

seeking to distance

myself

from negative opinions

and the hopeless outlook

they beset.

as your dad,

migrated here (America)

leaving one war

bur facing another

so seemingly subtle

and unacknowledged

as to take

many lives

without much notice

every day.

i can credit only Allah

that my sons

are whole–

and thriving in manhood, fatherhood, marriage

and Faith.

i had no keys,

no yellow brick road,

only Faith, and fortitude

and the Godly ‘luck’

these bring.

and as I look forward

I see the losses

as proof

of our station here–

embattled soldiers

without medals,

or recognized valor,

or a fully established

equal and protected

citizenry

in

this

land.
Linda Tauhid

4/12/19

©4/12/19