Best Askin Poems
Got a wild hair and found a younger woman
did I.
Took a trip oh howtime did fly.
I wake up she already ran three miles.
Going eighty down the interstate.
she's doing more than playing
with the dials.
Last night in the sack.
She turned into a gymnast and
almost broke my back.
Now im looking through the phone book
begging her ex boyfriend to take up the slack.
If there ever was a foutian of youth I wish
sombody would pour me a cup.
Cause im having a hell of a time keepin up.
For the first time I gotta chick askin hey you
asleep?
Gonna change my name to Dracula
with the hours I keep.
Took her to the track and she out ran a horse.
Some guy looked to me and asked.
You gonna take her to the derby?
To which I replied of course.
One night she asked wouldnt this be great to do forever?
Hit the ground running.
Saying baby I gotta check the weather.
You know this old dog just aint no young
pup.
I might be on oxygen and in a electric wheelchair.
But im keepin up.
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
i see a different side of you
after one problem we're though, we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different.
you dont understand me. you dont even care!
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
i see a different side or you
after one problem we're through. we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me
you're listenin to lies
and to my surprise. you believe the words they spit in your eyes.
what did i do, to get this from you?
you never even asked me if it was true!
why do you do this to me?
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
i guess love doesnt live here anymore
im fallin and dont know what to do
im tired of the mess, but i dont wanna live without you!
what do you want me to do?
or is it true....
you're tired of me
you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different
you dont understand me. you dont even care!
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
youre tired of me
the jukebox in the corner haunts this baroom like
a ghost.
Lonley is the soul under the neon light that serves
as the host.
Broken knuckles and shattred dreams.
We spend are time chasing empty lovers.
But it always comes back to the bottle
it does seem.
The blues are like a old friend.
To many shallow hearts.
But apon this smoke filled companion I can
depend.
The mirror just above the sink.
Reflects the truth.
As the bottle helps me not to think.
I put it down a time are two.
Found it helped fill a void.
Answered the question for which i had no
clue.
Left many a broken heart in the dust.
Was it a cowards lie.
A onenight stand a moments passion laced
with lust.
Misspelled thoughts apon napkins in a room were it's not
so easy to see.
In a dark lit corner.
Sits the bottle and me.
People gatherin to pass the time women askin
for a light.
Shadows hide the scars from many a drunken
fight.
The blues it knows us so very well.
Stories of legend.
Of which the poets do tell.
Busted knuckles and broken hearts.
Worn out lies and false starts.
The worn out veteran trying to forget.
The once young dreamer.
Who now lives to regret.
We are bound by chains no eye may see.
So is the case of the
bottle and me.
Wur in RE an the nuns are gien
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t know sista,’ ah tell hur.
She isnae happy an tells mae tae hink aboot it. So ah dae
an ah wurk oot Jesus wis god. It wis a trick kweschin,
‘he didnae hiv ah mither.’ Ma
sweet stoats aff the side ae ma heid.
She’s spittin in ma coupon fur a name, an
diggin hur digits in ma neck.
‘Ah doan’t know who Jesus’ friggin mither wis!’
Miraculously ah float tae the front ae the cless. Ma haun’s oot,
bit ah doan’t hink shill hit mae wae that big stick. Thwack!
Ah look doon it the bloody gash through ma puddlin
eyes, ‘yoo’ve broke ma haun’ ah croak,
then turn roon an boak.
One-Two
Life from a differerent view
Open ur eyes- to these lies,
From the world,
Thats underground curled,
Askin questions,
Wantin mentions,
To plant the bead,
Not to evils deed,
For a need,
As a small city girls lead,
Part I now believe,
With all my heart ,
In my dream,
We come together,
Banner/ stream
Cuz im growin,
Getin to knowin
All the worldly problems
Walkin round like sims,
Strings attached,
Moneys got all latched,
Relationships matched,
With all the wrong meanings,
Now we're all leanin,
In the wrong way,
Becoming astray,
From the real life,
No more stabbing the back with a knife,
Real talk,
Walk the walk,
That you say,
Don’t be hidden, be the suns ray,
Now build and don’t break it down,
Be the cities ground, building from bottom to top,
Cropping out the ones with the wisdom,
To seek the unknown,
No more meek times,
Were at a grimy time,
I try my best,
To make the words sink in at rest,
And the beat of the drum,
Get the people thinkin,
Lookin all around,
Out the window-to the sound,
As the rain falls,
Through the thick walls,
So plain, cars movin like a show,
In a right lane, blank, hurricane,
In a rush as a controlled pushed by a mane,
But one wrong move,
Its not longer a game,
For all the wrong ties,
Nows lookin through the lies,
Given new day,
Every morning,
And Ill b me,
As you be you, stop the judging, don’t u see?
Im not better repeat this now,
Choose the letter,
Cuz lifes here so leave,
The problems behind,
One moment to grieve,
Then back on the bind.
WAKE UP AND GRIND.
I often voice record poems when I’m defecating on the toilet –
I wonder, could this be considered as poetry dumping…
just askin for a friend lol
NB As the Queen of Poop I will NEVER be 'de turd' from posting my poems on what is a poetry site
What a ***** to find time to creep into another woman's bed
or maybe a rat to scurry under my feet for cheese and bread
askin for two shots ina each her toe, knee, chest, and head
Mi na ramp wit dem tings deh fi nobody but my own
My mother told me dat every man will chase fa gold
He'll climb til his youngest grandchild is grey and old
So why be one rat when you can be a Queen
mek him reach fa yu instead of looking cabinets between
Queen had to brush my teeth and wash my face
I had to fluff my pillows and pray for the day
Reminiscing on the bull**** that i just had to lay
Another day on this mutha****in paper chase
As horny as i thought i was i felt my walls pulsing
when i read " till her pussy dry and swollen"
But as i read on... i realized someone was cloning
Remaking the same NIGGA over and again
The life of a rap star. Does that mean you pimp
Does that mean I can ask you questions just like that hoodrat *****
You say you like what you see but you willing to fight yourself
One taste of this Queen melt yo Pimp Heavyweight belt
I told you your style was dope that i hadn't seen one in a while
a while meaning a year, said behind the same sly smile
Maybe that's the b.f you speak of that i'm creeping you with
the one that you reminded me of... with all these hot lyrics
I stay searching for real niggas because they seek me out too
They want a reminder we still exist even across a border or two
my single ass skipped the class on Game but made it to period two
the class on Guns, Poetry, Money, & Family.There were only me and you.
I thought.... Well damn, Any other real niggas but just a few?
Am i the only female left? Does no one have a clue?
That sex is all good from jump and beyond but money got me boo
Even if you aint got the green, ****, help me get on too
or point me in the direction of who to talk to
I'm getting a little Too fresh, it seems, for you
let me switch up my sexxxy back since I only gave you verse two
I went out to a bar last night
It was empty except for one
So I struck up some conversation
Askin “man where are you from?”
He said “I’m from Two Pillow, Mississippi
A small town, deep down South”
Clearly he was Southern
As he drew words from his mouth
“You mean Tupelo?”
I asked within a grin
“No sir” was his response
And where his story begins
He said “Daddy slept in one bed
Momma slept in another
I was eight years old
Knowing they didn't love each other”
“They never carried conversation
Neither kept too many friends
I'd always hoped they'd make up
You know, someday make amends”
“They never argued in front of me
That was a blessing in itself
But I grew up way to fast
My childhood placed upon a shelf”
“I suppose that’s how I came to be
The man I am today
I’ve learned a lot in my short years
And don’t let much get in my way”
“But the thing I cherished most
Slipped through my fingertips
As she walked away from me
I couldn't come to grips”
“So I sit here with this bottle
Telling strangers how I feel
Letting life get the better of me
As I slip between the wheels”
As he told his story
I stared down at my drink
The things he was saying
Really made me think
I thanked him for his story
Wished him best of luck
Pulled my keys out of my pocket
Headed for my truck
I drove home in a hurry
Hoping she was there
Wanting to tell her how I love her
And I’ll always care
"I may not be the best man
Yeah, most times I’m an ass
I’m yours for this lifetime
My love will always last"
~JJR 04/17/16
THREE KINGS IN SEARCH OF NEW AGONG
So you see lah! dese three big noise fellas come last time outstation
To Judea now got Israel - visa ready, (back-hand donation)
Dey pretty dam clever also high class, all got top degrees,
Not China cheap stuff, in their country they sure da bees knees
Dey know which way go. No sat nav, but got big shiny star
Like North South highway sign, it bring dem a long way so far
So dey come wofore lah? I tell you. Dey look for new born King
Not just Sultan; dis super-king - big Agong one, extra bling
Now dey askin "Where got new Agong lah? "- dey get dis reply:
“You dam stupid ah! Got king already, an’ he one mean guy”
He not want no takeover, you better stay clear his domain
So dey get back on camels an follow big star again.
Pretty soon star stop over big wood Atap animal godown
Dey think: "Dis not for Agong, like Ritz or da Hilton up town
Master bateroom, sweet bathrom including free breakfast buffet
Dey decide to go look-see, dey tarik the door anyway
Inside all dark an smelly (what expect with cows, sheep an’ goats lah!)
Two smart fellas go cautious to small light in dark corner far
Da third one not careful; he step on big iron rake Waah!
Sure not clever - rake stick in foot, swing up - hit nose - sees more star
In dat hurt-him-bad moment he feels that his nose has been diced
He cry out in the darkness: “OMG! - Ayah! JESUS CHRIST!”
All go quiet. Beasts stop moo, baa, chew, grunt, fart, hush deep like heaven
Den small voice say "Dat's a good name lah! Maybe we not call him Kevin”
.Y r men dog if women cnt be *****es
Y r women hoes if men also out here gettin it
Y do we fite wit guns instead of hands
Y do lil niggaz get guns n think dey da man
Y did ppl tell me I was gonna be nuttin in life
Y did I fuk dat gurl? Dat was somebodys "wife"
Y do I get stared at by white ppl
Y do blk ppl die first in erry sequal
Y r we walkin through da world blind
Y dnt we let our inner souls shine
Y do we as men chase da cat
Y do ladies put it out dere to gives us somethin to bite at
Y do rappers influence kids to use violence
Y did da world fuk maya angelou to where she lived in silence
Y do ppl die at all
Y can't dey stay wit us n live a life so long
Y do dese fuk niggaz beat women
Y do dese dumb women keep lettin em
Y don't dese dead beat dads do somethin
Y don't dese baby mommaz stop frontin wen dey do somethin
Y I cnt jus have a gurl fo me n ain't fo da team
Y she gotta be a hoe or gold digga dats only bout dat cream
Y chiks fitin ova niggaz n vice versa
Y is ***** niggaz becomin contagious like mersa
Y do ppl talk about chu n den smile like thangs kool
Y do da person protectin his life get put outta skool
Y am I too nice to ppl
Y do I see through games like a peephole
Y r we shunned fo not goin to church
Y do da ppl dat shun do dirt afta church
Y da ppl dat dnt like me jus stare
Y do I be laughin wen i see em errywhere
Y am I such an ******* now
Y do females gotta keep playin around
Y u hataz mad at me
Y am I askin dat question? Y'all cn stay mad at me
I do believe this was done to me treated me like a good girl but disposable,
a crutch and nothin but moldable,
to understand your ways and how or why u do things,
regardless of the hurt you know it brings.
I trusted you, took your advice,
took ur words for granted, never thinkn twice.
You said you a method to your madness,
well its not like I planned to feel like this.
Sometimes your words hit home too hard,
its like you're showing me how to keep up my guard.
Taught me how to make things casual, before that would never fly,
you allowed me to be comfortable in second place, the common rules of affection need not
apply.
Always claiming 'I'm cool' and all,
Yet you don't catch me until right before I land from my fall.
It seems like the times u don't care are the only times to try with u I dare.
I'm not askin for love or even lust I just wish that in you I could 100% trust.
I try too hard and It pushes u away,
slowly but surely teaching me to keep my feelings off display.
At times I feel ur simply tryin to be distant, but other times u make it seems obvious ur
feelings are nonexistant.
I know your heart is somewhere else and its time I've finally learned,
regardless of my efforts, your heart's never to be earned.
I want to be loved solely, a reputable one and only,
even if its never by you, I can't spend my life lonely.
Because of you I shut people out, never give them a proper chance,
cause half of me's still drawn to you seein if you'll ever give the chance.
People say I'm a great catch and ask me why I'm alone,
I simply say 'ehh its been 3 years, I thrive better on my own.'
Much of this is very valid, all of it to me seems true.
Seems with most people I could care less but somethin was different w you.
I'm not askin you to be more affectionate, or change your every thought,
I just hope you find the love you always hold out for, the bigger and better one you've
always sought.
This is in no way meant to be rude, selfish, mean, or crude.
I've just been thinkin about things a lot, guess I've changed my attitude.
You mean the world to me, and have my heart you always will.
I just can't make myself someone I'm not, the expectations ill never fulfill.
Its gettin so hard to climb this mountain
my heart overflowin like a fountain
these trials keep comin faster and faster
with things that keep turnin into disasters
It feels so cold out here
Im standin in da rain
no room for me out here
these trials killin my brain
Im not tryin to please nobody I cant please
But still I got to keep pushin till he set me free
I know dis aint the way that life supposed to be
and im askin him to help me with the things I cant see
When storms keep a stormin
The trials keep a comin
When winds keep a blowin
My heart overflowin
DOES GOD LOOK GOOD ON ME?
God is Good- And how Good he is Amen.
I'm speakin bout my wardrobe today-
Mainly one outfit that has been in my closet for years. I wore this outfit as a lil' girl a few times, but as I got older I hung this outfit back in my closet, and closed the door, opened it up, and pulled that outfit off the banger- Put it On-and Wow!!! Fits so right, feels so good-Sorry all-but this is one outfit that is not sold in stores. This outfit is Jesus.
See coming up in the projects, being middle class hand me downs- I was quiet, shy, smart, honor roll student, child of God deeply blessed & rooted in my music. Music being one of the many gifts God has give me. I use to be a part of an organization called the Boston All Star Talent Show Network.
I started out as a volunteer/performer, selling tickets- competing- Business to business donations-artist liason- public relations-security, and representative. God made all this possible, but I never even thanked Him. Never even put Him on.
I was at the top of my game, Then I woke up. I woke up to alchol, drugs, hopping in strangers cars( no not about sex, but just to get rides up the block and that could have gotten me killed.) I was stealing and robbing. I had 3 children, dealing with different relationships. I had hung that outfit called Jesus back into the closet and things got real ugly, Quick!!! All the shelters, the names I was being called, the games I played. Sleeping in abandoned cars, abandoned buildings, All of it ugly. Why am I walking around here in ugly when all I had to do was go to my closet, open that door, and put on Jesus instead I ended up her in South Bay Jail. Even here there's this closetand today I opened that door, pulled that outfit off the hanger- Put on God and wow!!!! I looked in the mirror from every angle, and what an amazing sight.
I now look Good with God draped over me, I'm still goin through my trials and tribulationsbut my struggles are now managable.
Today I desire to wear God, I love God, I worship God, I want to walk the path He has pathed for me. So I'm askin you today,
Does God Look Good On Me?
The fact
that
today
wont
last
foeva
wont
change
2mo,.
Funmy
how
yesterdays
brightest
moments,
luk as
dull as a
candle
standin
next to
the
sun...
Ever
heard of
da black
shade of
wite?
Dnt say
never,
coz
ever's nt
a
constant,
ya'l dnt
get da
concept ..
Fire
trucks
are
flamable,
like
eminem
said..
We al
nid a
hero, bt
who wil
save the
hero
since
nuthn
lasts
4eva..?
O mayb
we jus
say dat
wen we
lose
sumthn
to
soothe
ourselves?
Yet
often we
lose
ourselves
askin
stupid
questions
like wat
if left is
truly
rite? N to
da truth
our eyes
go blind,
that if u
push
wit ur
might
then
want cnt
be done
suddenly
mite....becum
posible
n ths is al
plausible..
I dreamt
it while
dreamin...
While
othaz
breathe
wen
they r nt
living...
6 bilion
posible
ways to
live life,
1
for each
of us, im
just
waitin 4
da day
that one
of us do
it rite.
I have a confession to make: I've never been a meat beater
I have another confession: I have always been a meat eater
Scientists always said dinosaurs are now eternally extinct
Now they askin do they still exist? What do they think?
It exists in me, not just in my anger, but always in my soul
When peolpe see that dino look in my eyes they hear a bell toll
It means he's coming...500 feet tall, 50 tons of flesh
The Red Rex roams the land so know there's about to be a mess
Just the mere presence of this Rex labels him a killa
It is said the atrocities caused by him rival Godzilla
However, this is no ordinary Rex, instead of being brown he's red
Now you can't pretend this information didn't hit you in the head
Encased in red flesh from the blood of his victims
With ruby red lips as well you see skin so he licks them'
Infected wounds and scars border every centimerter of his frame
Predatorized he is, so he's made hunting an amusing game
He hides among the fiery volcanoes as he rests after daily rounds
Rex is known to exist because his footprints are in all grounds
Red Rex never suffers starvation because there is lots of food
The main course: goblins, dessert:goons (lol)
It is unknown when we will tremble in uncertainty and fear next
If you are curious look to the skies, point, and scream Red Rex!