The She~ the Spirit “She”

 Oprah the Spirit “She”

In the cloudiness of the Western light

the spirit “She” unfolded

From the unexpected came the might

The might that men of centuries have dreamed

In the possibility of the probable

that stacked the odds she embattled to surmount

En-route it must be possible they mistook the Spirit Ludorum

for a Negro woman

It was the destined destination, aside for only “She”

Precluded from common opportunity corridors

Probative the lady-spirit that Oprah is “She”

Was there the possibility that she,

her destiny would find derailment?

The capriciously busy double tracks,

to mishaps disposing

demanding the upper echelon the footstool of Suma

Only the “She” the Spirit indomitable traverses

She the enchanting that does not self-seduce

She that brings disappointments to terminal end

in audacious judgment with ease;

To impound and adjudicate between the pro and cons

in the spans of wisdom,

that’s quick and potent

It is the destined destination

that must be attained for Oprah is “She”

What possibility along the trans of circumstances

had headed her to same destination?.

For there were tears,

only wherein instanced,

wherein men would have self-destructed,

popped and disposed

Prickly painful, but not imposed upon the Spirit She;

Not frail; not easily sponged to puffiness is “She”

Not gullible; to unsteady gaits,

easy she rebuffs,the forceful pushes,

The deluding persuasions

and the professor on derailment from destiny

 found; to his ensnarement at the cubits of disappointment

That, “the She” is the “Oprah of America” the She Spirit.

The excellence, enhanced,

while not comprehended,

became prevalent to primacy in deed.

In surging, the Spirit sparks

and the fire rekindles

to attain the height, the envisioned pinnacle

The queenly caput; the bandanna of excellence; the ring of gold.

In personality, the Spirit extends

a most capricious attraction that lures but not seduce

A face that provokes with beauty and innocence

and demeanor that impresses

but would not embrace

A Spirit that beckons all to self,

 but stands aloof

That’s it; too much Spirit

for any to hold, is “She”

A Spirit, mounts, ecstatically enjoining at distance,

proclaiming, “Love You, love me, Love you”, Love me

Thus the world embellishes with love,

for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”

Bravo! my lady bravo!

Would that I could write, or

 sing thy Spirit to justice end

I would then,

have attained the pinnacle

where excellence thy Spirit captured

To copious charity,

I would my heart’s content sculpture

for Lady, “She”, the “Spirit of Excellence”.

In song and literary poverty, I must contend

and commit rather to spirit,

Bravo! Sister Bravo!

Thus, the world embellishes with love,

for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”

Bravo! My Lady, bravo! bravo! bravo!