L ive your life level bes T.
O cean of tears - cease this fiasc O.
V iva la Vida, never to see he R
E ver again, except death comes soo N.
R omantic days and nights platea U.
S uppose you don’t switch off the bedlam P?
*Live life
Decades of pure fire
we are all your lucky stars;
Wanna be icons.
Many years ago
Bess had a boyfriend
Neal lived in a small town
A long distance from Bess
They met through a friend
They spoke on the phone
For hours chatting
He asked for a date
He wanted to treat
The next day their date
Early in the morn
At 7:00 o'clock
She heard a loud knock
It was Neil at the door
In the early morn
They went for a drive
Then to the movies
They both wanted to see
It not long until
Bes heard him snoring
Neal Neal drove all night
To be together
When tired he slept
He slept suddenly
Through the whole movie
The more I let go of
these tiresome soul struggles,
the should haves,
the should bes,
the more it is possible,
to be messy and
alive.
When is Life best?
hours fly in rush
each day of Life,
nice time when then?
13-Jan-2020
WHEN..and THEN.. Poetry Contest
4 line poem, each line with 4 syllables, Acrostic.
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
She who gave birth to me
She gave birth to a warriour
Though I rip through the streets with no direction
You still manage to give me attention
What did I ever do to be deservant of your love
In my daily life
I always make a choice to raise my voice
Ngiyabonga Mama Ngiyabonga Imbokodo
Jy is die bes
O mosadi tia
All glory you deserve
You're a mother with a positive attitude
And you deserve my gratitude!
UMama
Little Girl Of Yesterday
She rises every now and then
though her heart is filled with sorrow.
With memories of way back when
and tears saved for tomorrow.
She thinks about the used to bes,
and dreams that don't come true.
Times she prayed down on her knees
and things life put her through.
The broken hearts and brand new starts
the friends that came and went.
People that all played their parts
precious moments that she spent.
She's looking in the mirror
at the lines etched in her face.
Time grows ever nearer
she's relying on Gods grace.
To see her through the things undone
and life that's left to live.
To teach her when to walk or run
and help her to forgive.
That little girl of yesterday
things aren't like things before.
The little girl has gone away
she doesn't live here anymore.
Still she rises every now and then
though her heart is filled with sorrow.
With memories of way back when
and tears saved for tomorrow.
Edwin C Hofert
Shadow People
Date: Sun, Dec 13 2015 at 1:37 PM
I see Shadows
The Same as A Shadow that Runs Passes me
Are they After Me?
What do they see or think or feel?
What Spiritual Field?
What's their agenda?
I remember
The Shadow that Stalks me
But doesn't Talks to me
I remember the demon attacks
In my dreams an physical contact
The voice it spoke to try to Terror me
Had to pray to Jesus to be Freed
It wasn't sleep Paralysis
Cause I was conscious in Reality
Demons battle me
This world is not what it seems
But I'm not afraid of the Shadows that Bes
Ebonics, Lets Do Some Slang
I knows I'se yo' life a' chillin'
yo' bro's gamin' da ladies and spillin'
Dat blod on dez streets bout' town
sit yo' nappy azz rite on down!
Lak I'se yo' bes' frien' a skippin'
on da daz he be wacked out en' trippin'
Dat he'd jest tak' yo' last doller
spen' it on jest a gal and a holler!
In fac' sumtimes he sezs me awerkin'
laughs so damm hard he starts ahurtin'
He saz dat iz fer da ignorent doggs
yuz iz ez dead ez a rottin' logg!
I laugh at da way he be'n a-thinkin'
ff'ed up on da weed and da drinkin'!
07/27/2014
For Verlena's Ebonics Contest.
I like challenges....
when i fell in love i felt like i could be my self
now that my love is gone it kills
when i fell in love i felt like i me and him were the only people in the room.
but now that that love is gone it kills me in side.
when i fell in love my friends stoped careing about me.
i hope when you fall in love you dont scruew it up like i did.
bc i scrued up i might have lost the bes person in my life.
and a nuther thing dont give up on your self just because no body loves you at that momment. love jodyrobinson
It was beginners luck why he won
Leaving all the other players stunned
He shot under par
Was the bes t by far
Couldn't believe he got a hole in one
Bring yourself close to me,
And let it all go,
The memories and used to bes,
Now here to show,
Touch my skin,
Have your way,
Life within,
Down to lay,
I’ll hold you back,
And have yours too,
Our path won’t lack,
What others do.
Kiss my head,
Brush my cheek,
Little said,
Now the peak,
I’ll grab on tight,
One night; one chance,
The views; sight,
Just one more glance.
Take air; flight,
You have my hand,
You have my word,
Tattoo or band,
Our vision; to be understood; to be real; to be heard.
songs and memories play in my head,
while i think of the could of beens and what will never bes
and with great sorrow i realize they are one in the same
i didnt want to believe it...but
i had to face the truth
I was never meant to be with u
Our world has become overconsumed with status
and caste systems, with most folks wanting to be a
part of the Elite crowd,
As the "wanna-bes" have their fun,
wining and dining and enjoying the "spoils",
content with the lower rungs being contained
in the cellars,
Every day people continue to toil,
picking up their slack, trying hard to make the upper
hierachy look stellar,
The "little people" get forgotten by the wayside,
while the haughty maintain their pride,
with their smug jokes of pseudo- excellence and inequality,
they parade their vanity, without an iota of regard or care
for the "little people" who helped them to get there.......
There is a mirror
Beyond a woman's heart
Beyond the image of man
(Beyond your wife and father)
That shows you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
And still
The mirror can be
The surface of the calmest Inland Sea
Of white time
Which moves so quickly
It appears to stop and still
Reflections
Reflections
Of a lifetime met
Since highchairs became
Stares across the dinner table
Now appearing in your shaving mirror
Each morning
Are not you
But touch and word and play
Reflections of
Eyes of others
Eyes of others
Re-presenting you to you
As they see and feel
And hear and move you
As reflections of THEIR selves
Your mother's son. your father's son, your son's father
Your sister's brother, your brother's keeper
Keeping in these echoes THEIR identities
Folded in the surround protected from
The shattering
The shattering
The mirror can be
Of illusion of force and ceremony
Of bonds and chains and 'sposed-to -bes
Images of custom fractured
Rank and riches crown and king fall to
Nothing
Nothing
Scattered ashes on the waves
And ripples of time beyond you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
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