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Below are the all-time best Darrell Collins poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Playa Haters and Under-Estimators

Written By:  D. Collins 4/15/22



This goes out to those who push us to be greater.
The crew of Playa Hater and Under-Estimators.
You know who your are.  That's the shiver you feel.
Knowing all your true colors are now revealed.



If we dream it, we can achieve it.  That's what we do.
Ending up on top, with nothing else to prove.
When the last folks standing, are standing right here.
Then, the Haters will know we've moved to another gear.



There ain't nothing like us.  When it gets thick we stand up.
And, as far as I can tell there ain't nothing better than us.
So, let them hate if they want.  We're far beyond that.
Where drama gets no attention from where we're at.

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I Once Knew a Goddess

Written By:  D. Collins 5/23/20


I once knew a Goddess, who gave me super human strength.
I've not had that kind of power in me ever since.
If I could reclaim that, which made me so strong.
I would seek repentance for all that I've done wrong.


I once knew a Goddess. who was beautiful, black, and pure.
The answer to all illness, even the broken hearted cure.
A fix for imperfections, and all my major flaws.
The Goddess I once knew, is what I'm telling ya'll.


I once knew a Goddess, who was so clean and pristine.
Not a blemish on her body, that had a problem with me.
She was Ill-Na-Na, plus ten times that.
I once knew a Goddess, unbelievably P-H-A-T.


I once knew a Goddess for over seventeen years.
One who gave me the power, to strike down all my fears.
Ever since then, I have not been the same man.
And, to have that again, I will do everything I can.


I once knew a Goddess who dawned a golden crown.
Reached out and picked people up, when they had fallen down.
That was the best thing I had ever experienced.
She made me a man, and gave me true deliverance.


Not many people can say, that I am so fortunate.
However, it was so enlightening that I will never forget.
I once knew a Goddess, that never brought dismay.
She gave me courage to stand tall, even to this day.

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Black In America

Written By:  D. Collins 10/10/23


Ask a black man in America just how he feels?
He’ll say like Ukraine, he’s not down with Israel.
Called refugees after Katrina shows America’s intent.
Where all Palestinian people are now called militants.


We are direct descendants of horrific terrorist acts.
America gives that label to anyone who fights back.
Kaepernick was dismissed right on American soil.
Yet, his taxes go abroad like flowing motor oil.


After ions of oppression why should we care about Jews?
We were the first, if you haven’t heard the news.
Still our struggle continues to this day in time.
Ask a black man in America, what’ on his mind?

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Welcome To the Party

Welcome To The Party
Written by:  D. Collins 9/8/14

Welcome to the party black, white, yellow, and brown.
Where you can get “Hippy” and let your hair down.
Treat it just like it’s another “Woodstock”.
Come in, just blend, and turn this party out.
Welcome to the party from New Orleans to L.A.
Those in Angola, and those in Pelican Bay.
All are welcome, we’re going to “set it off”.
Some food, spirit, and knowledge for all ’o ya’ll.
Welcome to the party, where some jazz may kick in.
And, before the song’s over you’ll holla “play that again”.
There’ll be good conversation, and the sweet, smell of myrrh.
People from all over the globe joined as brothers and sisters.
Welcome to the party, we’re just getting started.
Those who want drama should have already departed.
This party’s not for them.  They don’t possess what it takes.
The uncanny ability to see far, beyond hate.

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Imagine If

Imagine If
Written By: D. Collins 2/25/13

Imagine if we'd shown more love to people we've known.
We wouldn't miss them so much when God calls them home.
We would have given them as much love as they'll ever need.
When God calls for new Angels, they'll have a decisive lead.
Imagine if something like that was in every one of us.
Imagine if everything we did was righteous and just.
There wouldn't be corruption or any drawn-out wars.
Whoever is suffering, that suffering is yours.
Imagine if we vowed to not see any child deprived.
Imagine how many years that will add to our lives.
No one falters because we all have their back.
No allies, enemies, or anything like that.
Imagine if we showed one another some brotherly love.
Instead of killing a man, we actually gave him a hug.
God would like us better, 'cause  that's  how he made us to be.
We turned skin color and religion into this bigotry.
Imagine if we lived in a place where fear didn't exist.
And, we  never had a reason to raise our fists.
Wouldn't that be ideal?  Wouldn't that be Eden?
Imagine that kind of place, it's purpose, and meaning.

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Old New Orleans

Old New Orleans

Written By:  D. Collins 10/21/14

Back in old New Orleans long, before Katrina came.
The Wild Tchopitoulas were the neighborhood gang.
They’d come with their own personal band.
Waking everybody up before 6am.


The old New Orleans is what I remember well.
Before the levies blew, and people lived through hell.
Wherever you went, N’awlins was in the air.
It’s passion, it’s people, and it’s flare.


Being happy was the mission every day.
We replenished that with Crawfish Etouffee.
Back when the elders commanded mucho respect.
That’s the old New Orleans I will never forget.

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Play Us Or Slay Us

Written By:  D. Collins 1/4/19


We are here for a reason.  To shoot for the gold.
Showing Katrina survivors still have a soul.
They have to play us or slay us in our backyard.
Or, gain firsthand knowledge of “Goin’ Hard”.


We host this party with one intention in mind.
To be the last man standing at the finish line.
What ever team comes here, is rolling the dice.
“I guarantee you, yeah”.  Our fans “ain’t nuthin nice”.


Backing our Saints, we are coming in force.
And, we “Refugees” ain’t taking no shorts.
With Tupac conviction, the hunger is there.
Bring the Lombardi Trophy into the lion’s lair.


Our only mission is to bring respect to the “Boot”.
And, that’s exactly what a Lombardi would do.
So, play us or slay us under the Superdome.
There’s nothing we’d like better carrying home.

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A Woman's Touch

Written By:  D. Collins 3/1/2016.



A woman's touch should accentuate a man.
Allowing him to rightfully wear the pants.
Her touch should boost every bit of confidence.
Let him take the lead, as should, all good men.



That's not quite the society we live in today.
There's so much competition on who has the say.
A woman's touch should compliment a man.
Piggy-back his decisions like no other can.



Its how relationships last, and marriages thrive for years.
Strengthening the bond that gives stability to kids.
Before moving forward in obtaining God's love.
We must re-introduce ourselves to a woman's touch.

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A Real Man

A "Real Man"
Written By:  D. Collins 3/26/17


We’re all sub-standard to hear women tell it.
With no emotions, low-down, mean, and jealous.
We should provide them with funds to feed their kids.
Step up to the plate, and get their hair did.

Paying child support, a car note, and all his bills.
Makes a “Real Man” with unblemished skills.
He raises his daughter all by himself.
Never seeking assistance from anyone else.

He puts in the work to keep his son alive.
Teaching him the ropes, and how to survive.
A “Real Man” shows his children nothing but love.
No different than what a strong, woman does.

He bears the brunt, and even takes the bullet.
Ten times over, that’s just how he would do it.
Even sharing the love with those who aren’t his.
That’s what a “Real Man” does, and always did.

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A Look At California

Written By:  D. Collins 5/17/18


Pro football comes on at 10:00 in the morning.
Game two starts at 1 in California.
Then, around 4 head out to Venice Beach.
To feel the sunset and sand under your feet.


You can bask in the sun for several hours.
Then. take PCH north towards Big Sur waters.
You'll see mountains and cliffs like you've never seen.
A drop-off to the ocean that'll make a grown man scream.


Then, you come around this curve, and there's Malibu.
Where the lines in the street are all spiffy and new.
You can roll up the coast, and peep Alcatraz.
Across the "Golden Gate" is where "Warriors" kick ass.


It ain't even a trip without the Redwood Trees.
Towering figures that cause us to live and breathe.
I've had the road trip, and I know what's there.
California's seduction is like a lion's lair.