Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words,
and not necessarily my reality;
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing
You can be who you want to be on any level
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don’t even think exist
They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases,
or me in the absolute right here
My words exude positive intentions;
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections
and reversed dejection
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul
Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect
according to divine order
They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time
because up until now,
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside –
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words
I do not know?
The writer I am in my dreams
is more sophisticated than I am
and sees the world as an untold story
I mainly see the footsteps behind me
Where I stepped softly so as not to call attention to myself
this writer conjures volumes about the man on the bus
who has a scar on his face five inches long
she elaborates on his life with gifted prose
he is a pilot shot down in Vietnam
guerillas gave him a scar and set him free
he used to be a lion tamer
that one is self-explanatory
I simply cannot stop staring at his scar and wonder
does it bother him to have such a mark?
The writer I am in my dreams
has perfect time management
goes to work, attends class
has a beau
moves from day to day
finds time for friends and play
hobbies and exercise
dance class and likewise
the writer I am in my dreams
her words are clear and precise
they don't feel like empty thoughts on a page
they don't sound immature
her words and statements work
they don't get in her way and make her mind spin
and conjure up thoughts of self-worth
they whirl around the room and
whisper about the unimagined
they dialogue with rhyme and wit
and they always converse graciously
the writer I am in my dreams
I wake up and pray to be
and sometimes my prayers are answered
My constant mirror from heaven,
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry?
I do not know?
The story of a Muse
A beautiful woman that loved him,
she listened to him, in awe of his genius,
she inspired him, encouraged him,
to do his best work, she validated for him,
that his thoughts and ideas were otherworldly,
She knew his mind and heart must be heard,
His art could change the world,
and took on the job of pulling this gift out of him,
she lassoed the tornado that was his soul,
and directed it, into the brush or pen,
A symbiotic relationship, of male and female,
at their best, a guided purpose.
It seems as if she always left him in the end,
A mystical woman with more artists to inspire,
left him crying and wounded,
to do his crazy works after his genius expired,
no direction, haphazard, psychotic, suicidal
used up, emotions undirected, lost, death.
but a life of value, influential, inspirational, an immortal,
I do not know where i got this impression,
this story of the muse.
Its not fair,
all my muse's,
dont care about my work,
they only care about how i can help them,
They listen long enough to find what i am looking for,
Put on the mask, the liar face, manipulative,
just long enough to get what they want,
or realize that i wont give it to them.
Try to buy my soul with their sex or money.
My naivety, my love, my hope, my trust,
used against me, for their selfish motives.
Purity pretended, love mimicked, smile a lie.
Is the muse a lie, is this why the artists go crazy?
Is the suffering evoked by an evil women inspirational?
I have seen men like me, with experiences like me.
Too wounded to love, to trust, to try again.
Settle for a weak woman, one that wont hurt them.
Men, i have always considered cowards
They cant look me in the eyes.
As i am beat down by love, i see their temptation.
Chasing the muse, waiting for her, mistaken mimics,
Dont tell me the muse doesnt exist...........
For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is
And a woman of virtue.
When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother
And a woman of virtue.
When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.
thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream, caught up mentally
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve
I hate Harriet Oleson because she was a bitch.
Somebody should've had that awful woman lynched.
She makes me so mad that the veins in my forehead start to throb.
That woman was greedy, mean and she was the world's biggest snob.
She had a spoiled brat for a daughter who was named Nellie.
But when Laura Ingalls threw hay on her, she became smelly.
If I had been MR. Oleson, I would've gotten a divorce.
His wife was so ugly, she had the face of a horse.
If I could've gotten my hands on MRS. Oleson, I would've gave her a good shake.
Every time she looked in mirrors, they were bound to break.
The Ingalls were very good people and they were also very nice.
But I wish MRS. Oleson would've had to shave her head because of lice.
I do not know?
A woman with a vision is hard to deceive.
A woman with a goal is hard to distract.
A woman with a dream is hard to please.
I know not her name,
But I can trace her by scent,
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game,
And am attracted to her a hundred percent,
Stronger than my very own Chase,
But am unable to keep the pace,
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase,
I just want a glimpse of her face,
Is she a material girl in a material world?
Who taught her to smell so sweet?
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world,
And place it beneath her feet,
I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent,
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful,
It is here that I'll pitch my tent,
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool,
Alas! A master piece,
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven,
Then God must have really been at peace,
And created her in days more that seven,
Introduce myself I shall,
Even if its only for a while,
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile,
But she disappears behind that great wall,
Sometimes when words escape
They leak back into the echosphere
Like a lost soul with a task unfinished.
Their absence haunts us, those words we thought
And let slip through our fingers before articulation.
They want to be spoken: need to be spoken into existence,
But never were given the chance to mature
Beyond the simple state of being an idea.
When they eventually return from their metaphysical journeys
It'll be too late to make a difference or prove their point.
The timing will be wrong, the context unnatural.
It makes me wonder if the world might have been better off
If those pesky words would have stayed lost,
And not come back to remind me
That it's rude to stand with one's jaw dropped
When a beautiful women is speaking to you.
There's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorn. Every woman will have known that they
will have been lied to, cheated on, and deceived by their husbands/boyfriends and will
have driven them over the edge. It seems that these men (the boyfriends/husbands) have
been taking these women (the girlfriends/wives) and what they've done for them for granted
and it's not right. It also seems that these women are not good for the guys and the women
are angry about it. Some of the guys (the husbands/boyfriends) think that other women are
way more intelligent and way more attractive than their current wives/girlfriends,
especially when these men are having multiple affairs behind the backs of their women. A
woman's scorn means that all of the ladies have had enough of being lied to, cheated on,
and being belittled by a bunch of womanizing jerks, that includes the loser boyfriends.
And for a bunch of women scorned by infidelities and lies, there's such thing as bad
karma. What these bad guys did to their women will happen to them in the near future, and
when they pass on, these womanizing fiends will meet their judgment day and God will
punish them for all of the misdeeds they've done. The men may lie to their women and they
may lie to their family members, that will have included their parents, but they can't lie
to Him. He sees everything that's going on, and the men (husbands/boyfriends) are going to
pay for what they did to their women (wives/girlfriends). And like the saying goes:
"there's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned." These men better be really careful
around these women because if they take them for granted, there's going to be heck to pay.
Who shall I be today
For I can be anybody I can
I have the freedom reign to roam
Am I a woman or a man
I operate under you noses
Leaving clues to who I am
Maybe it's in my character
Am I a woman or a man
Light or berry be I
Maybe sad because I need to be scanned
To many I am under your skin
Am I a woman or a man
So many of me are around
In deranged open game plan
But will you ever realise
Am I a woman or a man
What's my type? Now there's a good question that
I'm sure a lot of women wanna know so, let's
get right into it. I'm a man of God seeking
companionship so, I like to take it slow. ya know
everyone has there story to tell and mines...
no need to go into details but when you
get something or someone for wholesale
don't sell it retail....If you're a woman that's
as hard as nails please pass me by...I'm
old school as far as love so I'm highly attracted
to feminine women who dress nice classy
attire, passionate, sensual, good communication
and someone who hates liars. A woman who's
virtuous in God's eyes on fire for him that woman
who's sanctified because she loves righteousness
and hates sin this woman has to be mindful that
it's best to wait to we're married because we
know it hurts God when we fornicate unto him
what's my type?
The "wifey type" to me is some relationship title for worldly
people but me...I see beyond that peep hole
I'm a king so in the kingdom that I stand for
I desire my mesmerizing queen
I'm in need of a woman who loves to kiss
not pressed over me but is in need of what I
have to offer like her this love I got is her next fix
I'm a fan of women that know how to dress
a woman who looks at me
with such promise because all her life I've
been exactly what she's been wanting to feel
and that's real, and If you're one
who don't know the difference between black people...
black males in particular and niggas....pass me by I'm not
your type of guy, but the question remains
what's my type?
My type isn't physical features but If you have to change
your lifestyle for me get away from me yeah I beseech ya
I'm on fire for God naw better yet I'm full blown ether
and If you're this woman "spiritually" we might not
be right for a relationship but hey you're a friend
of God so yeah I wanna met ya. I need a woman
who loves to express herself down to earth
honesty & trust is the key and I'm the door If you're...
seeking knowledge wisdom & understanding I might
be what you're looking for, I'm a gentlemen in
every sense of the word whether you hate it or love it
I don't really call this "my type" of woman
because she's mine I'm hers she has a place for
me right in her left bosom so....forget my type
because that is her whom which I was promised
so let it come to pass....what's in the dark always come to light
I've been preserving a Crystal Slipper warmed only by the thoughts in my heart. I'm like the
King of hearts, patiently waiting for his Queen of hearts... So here I reach with words which
only she will understand. I long to feel again, the simple pleasures of watching my lady's
smile, as I hand her a single rose. enjoy random candle lid dinners, while I watch with
adoring pleasure the light of the candles enhances the sparkle in her eyes, feeling my warm
Latin blood, pulsing through my veins, waiting with anticipation, as I hold her precious hand,
to share each others lips, in a loving, suckling desert of passion and desire... Even though, I
know, every woman holds a beauty deep within her, My Queen will always know how
especially unique her beauty truly is to me. I've always believed that if a man actually
stopped and looked at the beauty of a woman's heart, it would be so hard not to smile, but if
allowed to touch, taste and breathes her in, he would want to protect her, and be hers
forever. Here's a poem I always liked. It's directed to the one who feels I've been warming
her Crystal Slipper... "If when I die, I have the choice to reclaim my life as anything, I'd
choose to be one of your tears. How could any man want anything less Than to be conceived
in your heart, Born in your eyes, Fall, caressing your warm cheeks, To finally rest, and die,
on your lips..."
What a beautiful gift God's placed on earth, when he unselfishly created you... Like a rose in
bloom, a woman can seem the same ... Mysterious but oh so lovely when unfolded with a
It's no secret behind it
my feelings for you I mean
and God couldn't have sent
a more perfect woman for me I swear
and love was in the air
before I ever noticed it
before I ever noticed you
as far as love with another woman,
I didn't know what I was gonna do
but now... it's so crucial, so neutral
I found a woman so emotional,
so sensual and... That's Why I Love You.
I felt is so deep in my soul
this is the type of love
I just gotta keep on hold
I'm feeling like a concrete rose
that withered away with the
changing of the seasons
because now I realize why I went
threw what so much with other females
there's no more temptation
because you are the reason.
Three years of waiting,
my angel has finally come to pass
I love you, I want you, I need you
yea I see you, I close my eyes and
your smile is all I vision
me and you together for eternity
Lord Willing, you inspire me to never
stop writing what I've already written.
You're honest, respectful, affectionate,
Godly, virtuous, dedicated, and I love
how your so impatient when it comes to me
I thank God that he sent you to me
and at my darkest moment four days
before the new year he blessed me
with your presence, and I don't care
about where we are, as long as we're
together we can make the setting
and true people may wonder
how could we love each other
and just met, but honestly they
really don't have a clue.
You're my everything
and baby "That's Why I Love You"
Ever since my 1st love
I had nothing but females waste my time
and all I kept finding
was unhappily married women
who I was wishing that could've been mine
but its like I'm running outta time or running outta patience
or maybe I need to slow down
wit love because I swear I been chasing it.
Patience is a virtue. Love is like
a unfaithful woman she's bound to hurt you
question is what do you do to find the right woman?
you couldn't to stay so true to you
do I castr my net on the other side of the lake
or do I chill for a minute
put it in cruise control and hit the freeway.
Maybe I need a woman who's been threw something
because it seems like I was
fallin in love all for nothing
I can fall in & outta love wit a girl at any given moment
but since I'm a grown man
I accept it any mistakes I make
like a man should
but if I could take all this back God knows I would
It's a hard pill to swallow knowing that something
you worked and fought so hard for is just a lost cause
and you can't put life on pause, all you can do is wonder
and think what a fool you are
now there's a handful of people who think they can change
who their significant other is or who they used to be
love is blind and when you in love and want someone so bad
it's kind hard to see the light and everybody goes threw the b.s
but you try your best to make things right and you began to wonder
he or she isn't even trying despite the fact how far y'all came
they say their completely honest with but deep down you know their lying
and when you make time for them and they don't make time for you
tell me what do you do, what do you do when you think
every time you try to reach out to your mate the devils laughing in your face
and you finally realize all the time you spent trying to be the best man
she was never trying to be the best woman
you see you were looking for love but only found heartache in your left bosom
she was looking for a sex partner and thats whats real, but
behind this reflection in the mirror now after adding your relationship
up from it's ups and downs it get to be and seem so much clearer
she could never be the woman who you see yourself marrying
fact of the matter is she's just the woman with your child she's carrying
and the signs were there in the beginning that she was swimming in lust
and ashes to ashes dust to dust thats what the end of this relationship
was made up of, a relationship that never should have started
and now all you're left with is a broken heart thats dearly departed
and a mind thats critically injured and all you can say is, its my fault
sometimes we have faith in something thats nothing
something thats not there, one living in despair and another
just too in love to admit that despite of what her lifestyle has
always been like he's always forgive and forget, but in the end
it was his heart that was gonna be a homicidal casualty, but
thats just life I suppose and I'm just facing reality
I think we should ask the Soup people about this convention-where to have- how
much each would need to contribute. This could be a big promotional coup for
the Soup people-even if they charge us , say $20 per head to attend- and more
for site...etc...And perhaps I can get my old band together for entertainment- I'd
even do some of my stand-up comedy...band and comedy gratis. and maybe
vote for a couple of categories of poetry- romantic, humourous-sad-life-loss-
and "Grand Master Poet" Please advise me of your thoughts! Thank you, and
God bless you all!! tom bell
...so to the red rose grows the passion in the Enchanted Gate and Garden there
Whenever you call me friend and I believe I've come to understand that I'm the
Kind of woman with for whom you don't blame for having a Wild heart but you
know that you can always Talk to me you can set your secrets free you have given
me your Leather and you have taken from me my Lace I am stronger than you
know it all comes down to you lighting strikes maybe once maybe twice and you
see your Gyspy but you have to Stop draggin' my heart around because baby you
could never look me in the eye and say you didn't love me you buckled with the
weight of the words and looking at Rhiannon who is like a cat in the dark and
then she is the darkness and knowing that even in Dreams when the rain
washes you clean Sometimes it's a witch and no matter what they say Love's a
hard game to play you may need to Stand back in the middle of my room my
Bella Donna riding high a top her pony cause not everyone has Crystal visions
nor will everyone with their capes pulled around them tight cry for the Nightbird
some will see their refection in the snow covered hills until the Landslide brings
them down and even the Gold dust woman with her heartless challenge will pick
her path and for her we pray although on the Edge of seventeen things may Rock
a little and sadly enough Some will become strangers you will always have My
heart I never again want to Fall from grace even if time cast a spell on you never
will you forget me and in years past I tried to love you before but you would not let
me I am ready now to be your Silver spring blue green colors flashing and yes
I'm Strong enough remember I'm your Beauty and you are my Beast poet priest of
nothing Has anyone ever written anything for you in all your darkest hours did you
ever hear me sing listen to me now I sing for the things money can't buy me and
long After the glitter fades I will still be here you said If anyone falls in love it will
be done to us most of all I have to know when I can see you again because I
can't wait yes I know you though we've been out of touch...
...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by
I do not know?
(This is a fictional poem)
Every woman changes after we go on a date.
They become lesbians when they were previously straight.
I'm not popular with women because good looks is what I lack.
I'm getting tired of looking at mirrors because they always crack.
One woman screamed and lost bladder control when I kissed her.
Maybe the reason why I'm so ugly is because my parents are brother and sister.
I only go on blind dates and women never like what they see.
They find it more appealing to date each other than to date me.
I guess to me vol. 1 just wasn't enough
so I guess it's time I refill this lyrical cup
the difference is I gotta explain how different I really am
the depths of a real nigga has just began
concerning this world I guess it don't amaze me
how men & women use each other is far from crazy
but maybe I just reached my spiritual peak
like I told yall love is what I continue to seek
most men can't seem to look a woman
expect by the way her body looks
I guess the difference is I'm on a different page
matter fact a whole nother book
difference is I'm talking to women to see where there heart is
I could careless how many baby fathers you got & how many kids
I'm on a mission just to talk to women because I respect their convo
it sometimes amazes me how a man could make a woman feel so low
but thats the world its lost and don't wanna be found
so if anyone hears God's voice they recognize this heavenly sound
difference is I'm on a love search yeah It might hurt
but one thing I realized is you gotta put God 1st
difference is I'd take a woman with a good heart gladly
for the simple fact I know with this woman
I'd be eternally happy
I stared in the eyes of Beauty, and she was...
Everything I thought she would be
But when I saw her I was speechless
She noticed me I noticed her
Her fragrance was beautiful
She smelled like frankincense & myrrh
We made eye contact she gave me a lil smile
And kept walking
Then and there I knew I had to have this woman
I wanted to smell her beauty
I had to feel her touch I want to
Fall in love wit her not lust
I want her to fall asleep in my arms
Not just have sex & bust a nut
I want her to be my everything
I want her to take refuge in me
I wanna hear her say that she misses me
When I'm with her I wanna feel like I'm free
So I call out to her and I say...
I been looking for you
She says I been waiting on you
We converse in a conversation
And all the anticipation is thrown out the door
You see this woman just makes my heart soar
And her personality just makes me crave for
Her love even more
We exchange numbers and we go our separate ways
I know she's different from every woman I met
Because I ain't thinking bout gettin laid
And all I keep thinking bout is will we last
Or just be another fling
But a couple minutes later my cell phone rings... it's her
"TO BE CONTINUED"
All I need is eternal peace to make it from these dangerous streets
a woman who I can trust cause wit relationships I fell in love way too deep
I put that woman before God and now I'm paying the price
but really I ain't trippin because I'm allowed a chance to make things right
question? if life was a dice game could I have the right to complain
roll double 6's on ya come out game over nothin has changed
what am I gettin at? being in prison should be a wake up call
cause I refuse to be locked down again behind them walls
I'm sanctified with a gift I didn't even want but look how it changed me
I love it I can't even stunt
All I needed was one reason to trust and follow the living word
God's amazing grace has more soaring higher than the birds
the desires of my heart is to hear his voice
with every soul that comes to Jesus
I hear the angels in Heaven rejoice
I'm persuaded now than ever to follow my heavenly father
even if I'm persecuted for the gospel
and things get harder & harder