Best Balling Poems

Baby girl, it seems like you have been gone forever,
I want you here by my side, 'cause we belong together,
You lift me off of my...

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It started high up in the clouds,
the moisture balling together until
it became a perfect tear drop hovering
then falling down, gaining speed.

Bumping into others amalgamating,
spinning dropping...

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I am whatever you say I am 
currently I'm the eyes of the world
it's what they discovered when
daddy tied a pork chop around my neck...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick...

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A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice...

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Being an American in Australia isn’t easy,

but I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

Just one of the boys with all the right expressions

under my...

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: baby, cool, hip hop, nostalgia, passion, word play
Back seat Bingo ©

Groovy hot licks on tubs
Daddy-o’s a finger zinger
That straw boss sure gets down
Get down...

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Memoirs of one unloved

I hear them refer to me as “it” or “the fetus”
Some underdeveloped miniature human, with no established status
For I am trapped in...

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Every hustler has fallen.
Cracks in the concrete is how the streets are watching.
Calling me back, i thought i closed that door?
Slipping into darkness heating up...

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Soooooooooooo there's a Comments Contest well
HO HO HO ...AND IT AIN'T EVEN CHRISTMAS!

Whew!  Well, I never had much of a chest to get it...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Freedom
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2013


I grew up 
in the 
south,
where
spanish
moss 
hanged
heavy 
from 
oak tree's -

Where
hound dogs 
roamed 
dirt roads
tracking
down
a race
of  people,....

Black people,
America
said
were free -

We were 
not free -

America,
was 
"Segregated
America,"

Whites
on one side
and
Blacks
on the...

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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this...

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Let the stream of cash in, flood-gate
Like the Casino, I'll keep chips in your plate
Big-ballin', throw it in the pot, high stakes
Don't sleep, keep watch...

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Society claims...that we are in a economic tsunami, 
but I swear it's not affecting me. 
I'm hungry...I metamorph into the money monster. 
I gets money...

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(Self Control)

Smiling faces, I have seen a few
Biting my back with words untrue…
Shot calling, big balling, what next
I am still surviving as you continue to...

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