Long poem by
Louis Borgo | Details |
Have you ever seen a woman you like blush, now that is attractive
I never reallie understand woman in till I got out of school
It was this one girl that for some reason like natural selection I would just
And she would just fall to sleep during class intend of thinking of class I
wonder what is she dreaming
About I said to myself officially she does not know notice me in the very last
day of class and schedule
Class she blurt out Louis are coming back and I’m think to myself I’m a senior
Not but did again she was just a junior how was she to know if she did not
All I know I treated the girls I know with respected and gave them candy I do
have older sisters you
Now and All I know guys hate me and the girls was just mean girls glad school
Well to my delight and shock and relieve high school being over and life goes
A few years later I rent an apartment and year or two years later and odds of
all odds she move in my
Neighborhood and next door (snake eyes)
I don’t mean to role play but Think Like A Man If only if it had sequel it was
She was the “Single Mom” and I was “The Momma’s Boy” but to straighten out
About a momma’s boy well in my case I know how to
Cook, clean, wash, dry, fold and hang clothes all I would need to know is
Would you like cream or sugar with your breakfast because I came here sever
And yeah I get it and no it is no such thing as a perfect man if it was how
We show growth to age of age of maturity my good mate
But to clarify a detouring I could not imagine she was more shy then me
First look and words that come to mind is still gorgeous-
And one day I was walking back from the mail post and just when she was
Out I bump into her and ask her how was her day and the impression of words
Words of her to say was sensation and a vibe when down my spine when she
said good and
You that’s that’s good real good I’m still question today did she stutter when
she said that must been
Then next week her car broke down on her and I said to myself it’s
The battery, engine, or the sensor sense it hot outside
Then I seen her son couldn’t be no more than the first grade went to the back
of the car
And try to push the car it was the most hilarious thing I ever seen
But it does build character and he does have his basketball I’m sure he will do
By the following week she had another car I notice I never seen a father
around and I also
Notice she work so hard but how would I ever get odds of asking how was
your day ever again
And I did not want to be one of those guys here now and gone tomorrow I
I was her son age that was the last thing I won’t it so I left it alone knowing
I would be leaving to finish my degree in a prestigious university (with god
blessing) I stay up to break of
With school work and trying being an entrepreneur and looking outside
And she would have back light on
For whatever reason thinking doesn’t she have to go to work tomorrow
But the question I ask in few months if I would have knew the girl next door
I said to myself I only what the best for you and for some reason
When I think of woman I think of Lyrics
It’s the weekend of the fourth of July and if it has been like any
Other year since I started college than the one place I go on Sunday with my
I’m sure she know where I will be just my way of trying to say hi but this is a
New millennium of woman I don’t think the day I bump into her was an
innocent and I don’t
Think that she kept the back light on for nothing but I bet she know that
“love so many people used name in vain for better or worst I still would put
If only if I had knew The Girl Next Door-
Long poem by
Louis Borgo | Details |
Innocent Perfection Of Vibes Across The Telephone Line
A stranger call’s familiar voice familiar tone
How do I amend for such a tone?
Sinecure as a ghost to father past question remain have we met before?
So the question that I a post do you believe, in coincidence or do you belief in fate
So I decide to chat with her a minute to find out what her truth agenda was-
As we would speak more and more we would start and finish one another sentence’s
And time with in time we would speak of the exact words in between sentences, a rare a currency
Solomon tears do applied to form but I what it to pause and ask her, sure
You don’t have the wrong number what a coincidence that I was nineteen all on my on, and
As I beginning to fall to sleep the telephone had begun to ring. Maybe it was fate
As when I did decide to get a phone to get long distance as well, it looking in deeper.
Only a fool would be dumb
Found it to
Hang up on such a soothing tone. As she kept the conversation with in an hour about her son that got
College sports that happen to be part Cherokee same as me
All I kept thinking is when did I register to vote?
Soul channeling bed chancing we seem to be on a different plane,
Maybe it’s me or maybe it is us if god put us together surely the heaven would rumple,
A vibe this strong could surely deceive the devil, (hat trick)
Ghost handle of a ring barrel of a magnificent figure of mist of sure air of breeze seen such vibes across
Telephone line chills ran up and down my body standing strain hair up to freeze saying to myself what a
Wonderful innocent of perfection to make an acquaintance still hook on the fact it was coincidence as
Apologize for speaking so long and thank me for being a great listener-
Two and half years later time well spend in the hood that felt more like prison and trust me I’m from the
Like Ice cream milk and cream please and what I was told if I could make it in That hood
I could make it in any giving hood giving the repetition of
My city –
It may have been fate as the whole project was rebuild spiritually and finance by the state
And I had move into an apartment complex as I was told could go for a
1,000 in upstate; fate or coincidence as this familiar voice would call again but this time different name
And she what it to sell me a product and what me to be partners in a company and water who could
Market water and profit and,
Idea Chesire to believe, but those that did belief proceed and say once again I said to myself when did
I get money all and all six year later I was and looking to relocation the phone rings again instead of
Was this coincidence or fate? First thing came to mind was
“Some One Clue Me In”-
I figure out whom this Anonymous person was
But when I say who in the world gives gift cards for cable all away from west
Coast to “City That I’m From” saying to myself, is it still a recession? Was this fate?
I had a place to live or did I have a Guardian Angel?
Question after Question Miss and serve me-
Will I ever get pay for my endeavors and read a quote that said “no good deed goes unpunished”
And phone ring once more-
The look in A man’s eyes never lies asking once more
Was This Fate Or Coincidence-
And the last words that came to mind before the college basketball finals game came on was
Captivating and Memorizing-
Long poem by
Sophia Jenkins | Details |
O to my generation
What happen to the days of imagination, when did we get so lazy? I give it to us we address the problems of bullying small kids, fat kids, poor kids black and yellow and brown kids and the disable. Most of the cruelties from our parents’ generation. It’s ok to be gay it’s ok to have your happiness at the expense of forgetting integrity. We run to our mother who raised us television was her name. NBC, CBS, ABC, MTV and, FOX taught us how to be .Tupac, and Biggie smalls, Foo fighters, Green day. Weezer .gave voice to our pain.
We are the lost generation of the decline .Although I believe in women’s rights .That day in the 1960 s when our mothers went to work our family died .Daddy no longer knew how to be the leader .So divorce came. in to our house. Step families came into place. Our fathers were so hurt from our mother going to work they never recovered .They just made more mothers and less families.
No girls knows how to become a woman so she watched movies in 90201 and Yo MTV raps told her how to dress prime time TV told her what boys wanted .Seventeen magazine and Elle and vogue taught her to be everything the roaming boys needed before they became the carbon copies of their roaming fathers .
Selfish parents give way to selfish children .But there selfish children take it one step further .With their TV dreams .Raise by our mother cable. Everybody wants to be famous. Our boys want fast cars and even faster women going from one bed to the next .showing the original mothers that they moved on from the original abandonment. Selfish girls strike back by showing men not only do they not need them to survive but they can be better providers and live life not only to obtain but master what men only attain thru their gender rights .
Everyone becomes so out sorts they need chemicals to function .With the abandonment of the original mother .They coat there fillings and cocaine and weed and dampen there view of life with alcohol. .We are the generation of the angry seed. We overcame injustice of acknowledgements .But in the end we lost our family.
Now the angry boys are angry men .They strike back at the original, mother in make baby mothers pre-made broken families .The girls sell their happiness to the highest bidder. So the madness has over taken us so much that our imaginations die. we reality TV ourselves because we wish our real life wasn't .We try to get off the chemicals in give ourselves a second chance .We go on journeys to find the love of the mother who went to work in the sixties. Until then we jacks ass ,catfish, keep up with girls who have sex on camera to become our heroes .We bad girls club ,Basketball wives ,ourselves ,shave our heads ,snort our troubles ,and smoke ourselves until she comes back in say mommy’s home in daddy can lead us again.
Long poem by
Tadon Archer | Details |
I need Love
I feel so lost I feel so hopeless
with no love flowing in the air I
I look into the mirror and see a
human being that has the
Lack of love
But when he looks into the
window he sees love shown
In many different ways
I need love my heart is very
They say that money is what
makes you happy
But that’s not true love is what
makes you happy
Love is what makes you smile
Love is what keeps your heart
pumping and running
It’s like a car love can turn on
Without love you will be like me
a loner that suffers
From the lack of love
I need love bad like a dope
fiend need crack
I need love like somebody
fighting for their last breath
I tried to search for my queen
but it didn’t work
And when I tried harder I just
Now what do I do where do I
go who do I turn to when
nobody loves me
I feel like a lost soul floating in
the wilderness trying to find the
light of hopefulness and love
I’m tire of being single and I
can’t have any kids
Because I can’t find a queen to
plant my seeds in
Man my life is rough
sometimes I cry
Because love don’t seem to like
me every tear represents the
women that rejected me
I just don’t get love I will never
Sometimes I get envy when I
see my buddies making love to
their soul mates
All the guys leave the
basketball game with their
mates accept for me I leave
And I don’t really go out
because I’m tire of going by
I go inside a restaurant
And see many couples laugh
and have fun
Sometimes I think
When will I be able to hold a
girl hand and kiss her?
When will I be able to hold a
girl and tell her how much I
I guess never because I will
never find my soul mate
And I will never be loved so
what do I have to lose
Not a God damn thing
So I rather be sleeping in my
Because I made nothing out of
I need love and I need it now
They say that the Lord answer
So as I drop to my knees right
I ask you Lord that you bless
me with a queen
That will love me for who I’m
That will encourage me when
That will make love to me
when the sun is down
That will cook my favorite meal
on Sundays after a good
service at church
That will stand by my side
when nobody else will
I need love and I need it now
I want love like two doves
floating across the lake kissing
I just hope that one day I will
And when I do I will never
regret the queen that the Lord
has blessed me with
Long poem by
Robert A. Dufresne | Details |
Alot of you folks have been able to say what you feel this holyday season with exquisite
wording and beautiful sentiments. I can't do that. Maybe if I tell you a story about a
little kid who was raised and worked on a farm. A farm boy in a class of city kids is ridiculed
for some reason and beat up alot cause that proves to city kids that they're strong when
they beat up a farmer kid. So I did the best I could with my sense of humor, got beat up
when challenged and avoided other confrontations by learning to run real fast! When they
picked teams for basketball, I was odd kid out. Too little. I found it hard to fit in anywhere.
One fine day our 7th grade teacher gave us a homework assignment to write a poem
which we would read aloud in class the next day.The stipulation was that, on your honor, you
could have no help whatsoever. A solo project.
After chores that night, I did as she said and was surprised at how easy it was. The
next day, when it was my turn, I timidly read aloud to the class the first poem I ever wrote.
When I finished, I awaited the verdict . All was quiet. The teacher told me to sit down. I did.
She then admonished me for cheating on my assignment and getting help. Of course I did
not. I still vividly remember how it felt to have all my peers watching me as our teacher
dismissed me for a cheater with a look of disdain on her face. I was speechless, devastated
and embarrassed by what others thought.
The experience pushed me deeper into myself than I had ever been.. It's amazing to me
how these feelings are resurfacing en force as I write about it. I've written poetry on and off
since then but never taken it seriously. It was just some force that reared itself once in a
while until it was subdued by writing one.
Now, in the autumn of my life, something very strange and wonderful is happening. I
have been introduced to you, my poetry soup friends. The injustice done to my poetic soul is
every day being identified by myself, rectified and healed by your loving support. I'm no
longer throwing my poems away. You have given me in two months what has been missing
since the 7th grade. You have given me courage, confidence, encouragement and the
companionship to take up where I was left off. Because of all of you, I can grow again. I was
at a stalemate in alot of things and then this. Coincidence? More like Christ incidence. Get it?
YOU are my Christmas gift from Love come down! This is my card to you.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.- ROBERT
Long poem by
Jared Pickett | Details |
01. High heels or boots? I guess it depends on how feminine I feel....LOL
02. What time did you get up this morning? 7:15 am
03. Diamonds or pearls? White Gold
04. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? I Am Legend
05. What is your favorite TV show? Supernatural & CSI
06. What do you usually have for breakfast? Coffee
07. What is your middle name? Privileged information
08. What food do you dislike? Salmon, Liver & most important......MUSHROOMS
09. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Tre Songs__Gentleman's Club
10. What characteristic do you despise? Unfaithfulness
11. Favorite Clothing? Basketball Shorts & Orange Wife-beaters
12. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Europe!!!
13. Are you an organized person? Mostly
14. Where would you like to retire to? Nice, France...
15. What was your favorite birthday? My 22nd..
16. What are you going to do when you finish this? Watch the pro-bowl & write
17. Furthest place you are sending this? Your PC
18. Person you expect to send it back first? Uhhhh, you
19. When is your birthday? Sept 23rd......Libra Baby
20. Are you a morning person or a night person? I am a vampire bat.....
21. What is your shoe size? 12 and a big half.....LOL
22. Do you own any animals? Two pit-bulls____Red-Man & Remmyma
23. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? You See My Fro???
24. What did you want to be when you were little? A Pirate
27. What was the last thing you ate? Tuna
28. Do you wish upon stars? Yes, Jessica Alba
29. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? White
30. How is the weather right now? Frigid
31. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My room-mates cousin
32. Favorite soft drink? Sunny Delight
33. Favorite restaurant? Melting Pot
34. Hair color? Brown
35. What was your favorite toy as a child? Micro Machines
36. Summer or winter? Winter
37. Chocolate or vanilla? Mixed
38.Coffee or tea? Both
39. Favorite food of all time? My Mothers Stuffed Peppers
42. What is under your bed? Nothing
43. What did you do last night? Played online with my X-box
44. What are you afraid of ? Cockroaches
45. Salty or sweet? Both
46. Best quality you have? Being Me
47. How many years at your current job? 3 Years
48. Favorite day of the week? Everyday
49. Positive or negative? Depends
50. How many people will you send this to? Many
51. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? It is neat...
Inspired by Linda Marie
Long poem by
keith baucum | Details |
The three men picked up Violet's lifeless
body and put her into the trunk of
Mecca's car. After they droped off
Violet Malik called a meeting with the
Black Crime Syndicate. The meeting took
place on the south side of Green Haven,
in the park on the basketball court. "We
got trouble Violet has been murdered. An
organization by the name of the Green
Nation is trying to step on our toes. They
murdered Violet and left a note". "Malik
why am I'm just now hearing about this?"
interrupted Amber Forest the second in
command of the Black Crime Syndicate.
"Amber I didn't want to involve you just
yet. I don't want anyone to know you're
my second in command. We have to keep
your identity secret". "Ok I'm cool with
that Malik". "Amber we can't let these
clowns stop us from making money". "We
will handle them in the right way Malik.
We will gather information on the Green
Nation first and then we will handle them".
"Ok with that being said this meeting is
adjourned". The rest of the week
went by slowly when Saturday arrived
Malik got ready for his date with Kenya.
He took a hot shower then got dressed.
He put on a Stacey Adams dress suit,
Stacey Adams shoes, with a Stacey
Adams hat. He met Kenya at the BNB
bank at 6:00pm. Kenya was already
waiting when he arrived. "You're early".
"It's better to be early than late". "Am I'm
late?" "No you're on time. Since I asked
you out I'll let you pick the place". "Ok
come get in my car". "No I'll follow you
there in my car". Kenya followed Malik to
the Green Palace Restaurant on the north
side of Green Haven. Malik parked in the
Green Palace parking lot while Kenya
parked across the street. Kenya met
Malik at the entrance of the Green Palace.
"Very impressive Malik the Green Palace
is a five star restaurant". "I aim to please"
said Malik as he held the door open for
Kenya. Malik walked Kenya over to their
table. "Tell me more about yourself" said
Malik as he pulled back Kenya's chair.
"Well my full name is Kenya Ayanna Night.
I've been working at the bank for six
years. I graduated from Emerald University.
I'm my mother's
and father's only child". "So you're
educated and beautiful. Ms. Night tell me
about your dreams or is working at the
bank enough fullfillment?" "Excuse me
may I take your order?" interrupted the
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
Long poem by
sam lavere | Details |
When the wind blows,
I see the depths of your soul.
When the wind blows,
i can see your beauty.
As the sun comes up,
Your face lights up.
As the moon goes down,
My world turns upside down.
When the clouds spread,
I can see the beauty in you.
When the clouds form together,
Our love will be forever.
When the moon shines,
Our love is divine.
When the stars are lit,
Your face is lit too.
As the blades of a saw grind,
Our love will soon be combined.
As i put the key to start our love,
It says access denied.
Did the dog and cat fight,
Or did they play.
Did the cat and does play,
Or did the hide from each other all day.
Does your inner soul have love,
Or does it have kindness.
Does your outer soul have beauty,
Or does it have richness.
When i first learned my ABC's,
I first spelled your name.
When i first learned how to talk,
I first said your name.
As the soccer player kicks the ball,
Our love will never fall.
As the basketball player bounces the ball,
Our love will always stand tall.
When we are together,
Our love will last forever.
When we are apart,
I will still love you with all my heart.
I will lock the door,
As quick as I can lock my heart.
I will stop the car,
As quick it can go.
As the wheels of a car turn,
My heart starts to burn.
As the turbo kicks on,
Our love has only just begun.
When the sound of kids comes to my mind,
I know our love will now combined.
When the people tell me that you love me,
I want to say i love you too.
Now that were all friends,
Our love is good.
Now that were friends,
Our love will never be split again.
Now that our love is combined,
I will never hear access denied.
Now that were together,
We will be together forever.
When your tears come down,
I will wipe them of your face.
When I see a pile,
I can see your face with a smile.
When the water washes up,
Our love is now going to start.
When the wave crashes down,
I can see you frown.
Now that the story is over,
Our love will never be lowered.
Now that the love is finished,
Our love will never be extinguished.
No one can split us up,
We will just never stop.
No one can be with either of us,
Because were always going to be.
Many see us together forever,
Some see us broke up and not together.
Many see us in the future,
Some see us on an adventure.
Long poem by
Bella Cardenas | Details |
Gym lights take a little while to run
Flickers, bickers with itself
Nightly, he lays, contemplating
The escape of his talent
When did it happen
While I run my manicure on his scalp
Attempting to purge anxiety
He always said
The Gym, Mami, it's always artic and bleak first thing
But once I step out onto the court, it doesn't matter to me anymore
All I remember seeing is me, my finest companion in my hand
And the score
Between winning and regret
Baby I want to be the best
Can I be the best?
Echo the ambition in his footsteps
There he stands
I haven't been granted sanction
Into his sanctuary
Curiosity often maims the conscience
And I creep to rediscover
This extraordinary lover
eyes colored willpower
This Basketball playing man of mine
What a Man is made out of is always displayed when unseen
Palming the ball delicately like it was his final shot
Running is part of the game
Some people, he says
Others, run towards
And there he goes, sprinting, towards a world I cannot see
destiny forcing the artist to take the definitive bow
Concluding performance to the empty stands silently screaming his name
Wrap it up, unrivaled, box and deliver
This is the last time
All conceived hopes and dreams constricted into the physics of the free throw
Rebound, there it goes
Appreciate the pose
Of the defeated hero
Kneeling in the middle of the polished battle field
Hand gripping the uniform of the brave
Sweat devoutly healing the wounds of his pride
Lifts his head and gets up again
That's my man
running through the hourglass doesn't mean time
The definition of time to him
When the scoreboard reads a tie and ten seconds left in a game
Desperation leaks from hardened eyes
Seeps through barriers and mixes the flame
Of passion and logic
open and out,
Flick of the wrist and the shoes with black tips
Go up, burnt orange glory soars
One last shot, baby
That's all you got
love affairsof the guaranteed always allured
Sanctified worship of Lady Luck
Masquerading as a pair of lucky drawers
After a loss like this
Broken dreams, a broken heart
Bonds crushed, vanity scarred
By the fatal mistake
Of believing in faith
Basketball is his life's love
I am merely his mistress
Here he stands alone
Shadows I have only seen in deepest repent
Long poem by
Merv Webster | Details |
My aunty Gerty Gribble was a true blue pioneer
as she and husband Harold ran a place called 'Bendemere'.
Two dinkum Aussie battlers, who had given their life's blood
to fifty years of toiling on their outback cattle stud.
So constant had the struggle been that Gert would often quote,
she'd worked her tiny butt off just to keep the place afloat.
The hours were so demanding she had no time for romance
and motherhood had passed her by, she never got the chance.
Old Gert was old and wrinkled when they gave the game away,
though fit as any Mallee bull and jogged ten k a day.
They bought a little donga in a Queensland coastal town,
but sadly, being childless often got old Gerty down.
She knew that her poor Harold was beyond it, without doubt,
so Gert would try a new technique that she had read about.
"You're far too old for IVF," the Doctor kindly said,
but Gert was not to be put off, she forged on right ahead.
"It happens that my Harold has been looking to donate
a hundred thousand dollars to a worthy cause of late.
However if you cannot help". "You'll make a lovely Mum
I'm sure ... so may I ask would next week be to burdensome?"
Aunt Gert she fell first time it seems and had a little boy,
which left her Harold overwhelmed and Gerty filled with joy.
This news then spread like fowl manure and folk were left enthralled,
The Premier and local Mayor among the first who called.
One day while I was driving past I thought I'd duck in too
and see my little cousin ... sort of pop in out the blue.
Aunt Gert was glad to see me, but she asked if I could wait
until he woke from sleeping, though did not elaborate.
Within the hour to my surprise ten other folk called by
and aunty Gert told them the same and I was dumbstruck why.
We sat and dunked our biscuits in the tea she'd kindly made
while Gert was scratching her old head and looked somewhat dismayed.
The Doctor from the clinic, who'd been playing basketball,
had wondered how Gert's baby was and thought he'd make a call.
"It's nice your dropping in" she said, "but Doctor would you mind
just waiting till the baby wakes - I'm in a kind of bind."
"A problem Gert?" the Doctor said, "There something I can do?"
"Not really Doc. He's sound asleep, these folk are waiting too.
I'd show you him asleep and all, if that is what you'd like,
but Doc, I can't recall just where I put the little tyke."