Best Bk Poems
Such a beautiful sleeper but yet a
life filled with nightmares;
A demon fighter since her younger age;
I applaud this princess for her strength.
Since birth, the flash from cameras have
overexposed your privacy,
And left you a public flame,
waiting for that moment you’ll ignite like
your mother,
If allowed, I could show you the wonders
of the world, outside the seven you’ve seen
already with your royal family of music,
Just one request, B.K…..Wake up.
Sadly the ruffles in your bed of life,
Have prevented as good night’s sleep;
For this reason, you feel no one can help you
straighten out your bed sheets;
I however disagree.
I understand that times are tearful since
the passing of your best friend,
in the shape of a mother.
From a distance I’ve noticed the devil
creep up in your family;
I acknowledge that this book of private
affairs is not for me to read, but if allowed;
I’d be willing to write better chapters for you
in the future.
One in particular would illustrate you
kissing cloud nine,
Reminiscing on a career that you were
passionate about;
If this path follows your mother, then may
your voice resonate with the masses,
And display a true angel on earth.
I sympathize with you, that negative forces in
this world can shift your stairway downward;
However, like the demons who constantly try
to awake the skeletons in my closet,
We’re all human, and for every fall,
A rising is waiting, for when you’re spiritually
ready;
Let that marinate in your sleepless nightmares
until you wake up, B.K.
I anticipate the day when we meet outside
my imagination,
And the world views you in better light,
That’s not dimmed by the shade of
media;
Understand that these images of a
conversation between us are nothing less
than encouragement;
Just like “The Voice”, would sing so
eloquently from her lips;
The greatest love of all is love for yourself;
If these words don’t carry enough weight, just look around;
I’m sure you’ll recognize some ebony queens
in your family who symbolize support.
Remember that your fervent heart awakens for a
reason,
And the nightmares shall dissolve as you
rise to awake, B.K.
A true turning stone you will be.
The everyday struggle of a young black man
Just the thought of being broke
Trying to get him to understand
If you don't work You don't eat
But these young black men in today's generation
have their own understandin about this dog eat dog world
And what it's like to survive in the streets
On the block with the nicks and the dimes
Like a 9 to 5
Saying they just trying to make ends meet
But when those ends don't meet
Than their mindset change
And turn to plan B
Now they scoping out the next man neighborhood
Than head back to the house just to plot a B&E
Hoping they don't get caught
But when they get caught
They sit alone in a cell
Looking at their reflection
as If they were looking at their own worst enemy
But nobody din't get you there but yourself
Young Black Man
You have to ask if need a little help
Young Black Man
Now you having dreams
Anticipating your freedom in that outside land
But when you get outside
You head back to the block to the trap house
To grab your fie and a pound
And head back out on the block
Talking bout you putting in overtime
Young Black Man
So it's no more 9 to 5
Now it's sunrise to sunrise
but when will you look over your life
And finally realize you could have did something better
Now you have a child on the way
Do you think they care if you work at mc D's , BK
Or sold water off the side of the palmetto
Just to get a buck
Young Black Man
You can be an entrepreneauer
Set forth and learn something new bruh
Instead of being subjected to the streets
And next thing we know we lose ya
Now you got your family and friends
Heading to the Flea
To get that R.I.P. placed upon theor black Tee
Forced to think about the old days and loved memories
Cause you see
"Back in the days
I was young and afraid
Like I was lost in a maze
A creature trapped in a cage
And I just wanna be free
Be FREE BE FREE!!!
So Its time we make a change...
future in2past neva bk we flow accordin 2tym,
aidn the paths of our lovestruck tears to run dry,
so i bicker wt emotion denying the fact that it dies,continuosly cryin askn maself why?
why has...wt ws once a florescent dream of eternal kisses & hugs
faded away wt the flawed depth of our love,i mean...
personifying this vivid emotional rollercoaster as the night-dark,
u'll find u'll arise wt eyes visualizing more den fragments of ur broken heart,
but along wt da timid enlightenment 4rm da morning greetings of ur experience...
Rise & Shine...you see,last nyt wen u fell deep in ds love u closed ur eyes&
denied that mornin-lyt wud arise...&nw dt i visualize love az time & clocks as u&i...
inma eyes the tickn has stopped timing
&we both arise enlightened by the sounding alarmz of more than we can envision...
shadowed by blind ignorance,love izda quick-sand of understandn dt no-man cn sink in,
a beauty dt no grammatical expedition cn justify wt description...
a wild rose bush that no double-edged samoria sword cn trim...
bottom-line,she is dt window of emotion dt no black-tainted hurt cn tint
&if u feel wt i feel,den fear nt cz nw ironically we can see through her clearly...
she's dt freeway wt no limit-to-speed,
enticing bt the faster you go logically the nearer the end of the path will be...
&if ur not blessid enough to understand,den ur but a butterfly wt one wing,a bird dt cant fly,
a choir dt cant sing_without love ur simply but a pendulum dt cant swing...
until ur logic ripens & the clock stops ticking...
&u are awakened by the morning greetings of ur experience...
den u Rise&Shine...
enlightened by more than u can envision,love takes time...
WHERE IS ROMEO, WHERE IS JULIET
WAS THEIR LOVE, THEIR DEATH; A FORSHADOWING OF ARTS END
THE POSIONOUS ASPS WE NOW FLAUNT, IN LOVES DISSEMINATION
AN ARTISTIC CREATION?
IT'S SONNET TITLE{:}
THE ROAD PAVED, OUR CHILDREN'S HEART'S; PIERCED IN THE OBJECTIFICATION OF SORROW{S}. THEIR EYES, THEIR EARS, THEIR BODIES, THEIR HEART'S. DEVOID OF THE FRALITY; OF LOVE IN LIFE OR ART .............x
baby blue bk
aka: the gentleman pirate
When asked about my personal extreme
Fantasy,
Nothing can hold me back,
When I think of what I’d like to be,
I know for sure creativity will not lack
An average work rate of £1,000,000 an hour
I don’t mean to portray any greed
But this is my ultimate fantasy
And it’s me it’s supposed to please
A slick, black, private stealth at my beck and call
Maybe a baby pink 747 aircraft too
A personal 24hour toenail clipper and manicurist
Someone to flush my silver-plated loo
I would give away most my money to charity
(Don’t get me wrong, my Swiss account won’t be deficient)
I’d build orphanages and hospitals left, right and centre,
Spread money so the 3rd World would be self-sufficient
Have an entourage of 50 beautiful persons,
All my bodyguards will be the size of small tanks
My houses will be scattered across the globe
My award speeches always start, “I just wish to thank…”
I would get to walk down all the runways,
Along Naomi, Adriana, Giselle and Tyra,
I want my own Nandos, BK and KFC enterprises,
An African elephant and a white Siberian Tiger
My personal trainer will be my eye candy
Because my body will already be flawless
I would only wear designer clothes at all times,
Paparazzi would only catch me looking gorgeous
My hair will be more marvellous than Pocahontas
I would like to have 20 university degrees,
And a record deal with all the top music labels
Over the top? Remember whose fantasy this is…
So I guess back to earth I come plummeting,
As I type this fantasy out while at my desk
Obviously too much time on my hands, my bubbles burst now,
I’m just happy to be alive; I’m blessed…
I found love at the BK,
Sitting with my love today,
Holding hands and looking in her eyes,
Wondering if she wants my fries.
I found love at the BK,
Searching for the right words to say,
I don’t want to sound like a joke,
But she is not getting my coke.
I found love at the BK,
I did not plan it that way,
I must find a way to stop her,
She’s got her hand on my Whopper.
I found love at the BK,
It sounds crazy some say,
Easy come easy go,
I traded her for a number 8 combo!
a vision of love
LOVE IS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BUTTERFLY; ON THE PEDDLES OF A FLOWER IN A COMMUNITY GARDEN TO BLOSSOM, BLOOM, AND MULTIPLY.
IT HAS A SMILE AND A SONG THAT NEVER FADES AWAY OR LEAVES.
IT RISES WITHIN OUR HEARTS, FLUTTERS IT’S WINGS, AND PLAYS UPON OUR STRINGS.
IT CAN NEVER BE ORCHASTRATED IN FALSETTO. baby blue bk aka: the gentlelman pirate
a smile born to fly
WHAT DOES A FLOWER MATTER IN THE DESERT
IS IT A RELATIVE OF LOVE SERVED ON A HUMBLE STEMS PLATTER
WILL IT PROVIDE THE BRIDGE OF TRUTH; OR SCARE US WITH IT'S COURAGE AND ROOT
WILL IT SOMEHOW BREAK US FREE FROM OUR COCOON OF LONELINESS AND ISOLATION
TO POLLINATE THE AIR WITH LOVE IN EVERY NATION
Oh watch it fly, oh watch it sing
TO FLY AMONG US, IN THE HARMONY OF A POEM;
OR A PICTURE, THAT'S WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS
TO SETTLE UPON OUR NOSES WITH THE FRAGRANCE OF INNOCENCE AND BEAUTY
WHERE IS THIS BUTTERFLY FLOWER FROM
NO ONE KNOWS
JUST AS LONG AS IT STAY'S:
THAT OTHER'S; MAY BLOSSOM, BLOOM, GROW AND COME
Author: baby blue bk, aka: the gentleman pirate
THE SUN IS SHINING THE BIRDS ARE CHIRPING. THE PEACE & LOVE OF SERENITIES WINGS ENGULF ME. I SMILE, I LAUGH; ANOTHER RUNG ON THE UPPER MOBILITY LADDER SMASHED. A POVERTY POET; HAPPILY ACCEPTS TO KNOW IT. THERE'S A BEAR, WHERE, WITHOUT A CARE. NOT STARVING THOUGH. THANK THE STARS ABOVE; FOR THE BUY ONE GET ONE FREE STORE.
EXPANSE: OVER THERE
BABY BLUE BK AKA: THE GENTLEMAN PIRATE
The first time you kissed me it was a surprise, I wasn’t ready.
It was a sneak attack, funny ‘cause they say the girl ‘always knows.’
I think we’re lucky we didn’t chip a tooth.
The unexpected slowed me - ‘ok, that happened,’ I thought.
Because I’d wondered, before - ‘does he like me like THAT?’
and suddenly you came into sharp focus, your lips, your eyes,
your goofy smile. It changed things, for us - like Jesus’s birth
changed time - there was before kiss (bk) and after kiss (ak).
We somehow kludged our way into love - the old fashioned way
without navigation software, dating sites, hookup apps or breadcrumbs.
Like our foremothers and fathers or Columbus - we bumbled into a new world.
Balanced, benevolent beneficiary; I've become blessed kind-hearted keeper.