Best Brough Poems
You know Mr. & Mrs. reader of ethical and non-essential concerns of dismay. Sometimes
along life's journey, there's a crossroad we all will face. "A crossraad along the way", whether
you choose the wrong way or the wrong road. You're only halfway in your posesstion if you
decide that the road is the only way. "Recesstion over Oppression", being the second part in
my series, this poem is my own opinionated thoughts as I've travel amongst a discontented
journey of crossroads, non-essential along the way. "Recession over Oppression", to every
man, women, boy and girl are we all headed for that ultiment question, "The Faith of a crum-
beling World". Quite sure you've surrounded yourself from the snare's of the world, so you
may not have come across many if any crossroads, like how deep is your faith and is what
you are believing GOD to be! is it in direct allignment of the Higher Power you can not see?
You and me, Well-Well you see I cann't term to grip the ethic's of racial acrimonious of the bl-
ind-eye's that claim to see. You may see differently remember (this is only poetry) so don't
come too the crossroad and still be blindsighted by the oppress of demorcracy.
There's going to War's and rumers of war's, there's going to be people who cann't see the
lord in no skin color but white. Some even say he's black and then there are those that say
he's not the lion of transquility. Recession has brough about high unemployment rate, men
have fallen in love with themselve's moreso now then-then ever before, the bible speaks of
this and a crumbeling world of hater's has no answer, for the men's the womens or the
young boy's nor answer's to our young girl's. I truly believe this beautifull creator establish
it that way so when crossroads and faithful decision's overtake you. He so love the world that
he allow his only begotten Son to come into the World just to die for the Sin's of the world to
defeat the enemy (Death) too reestablish true believer's of trust, not skin-color Faith but ev-
erlasting abundantly Power like that of a million Pearl's. For every Women, Man, Boy or girl.
when facing crossroads; (Remember) "The Faith of a Crumbeling World".
Let me scream,
coz these haters are full of
sin.
Help me win,
in a world where losing
makes you weak.
Be my cane,
in this slippery road owned
by the rain.
Gently heal me,
coz this bruised ego might
just kill me.
Look at me,
for that innocent boy
could never be.
Remember life,
before it stabbed me hard
with a knife.
Oh, would you spare me
my soul,
as my song is sang by the
grey owl.
Of crimes i'm capable,
but my family stares not at
an empty table.
I tell my story though,
it draws nothing but a sigh.
Living in the fast lane ,
Brough my name to
shame.
FORGIVE my faults,
as guilt never pauses
I have so many emotions caught up inside of me,
There are times they overflow and push me to my knees.
However the part that truly bothers me, is when
I am roughly pressed by others, sometimes they
take control and I say things that I honestly regret.
When this happens I strive to apologize and make
it right. However there are times that no forgiveness
comes forth and this is when deep in my heart and
mind I am trapped and fret.
I feel such shame for the words I spoke in anger and
the sting of pain they brough to a brother or sister,
as well to myself. Sometimes I want to rip the heart
that betrayed me out of my own chest. To purge
the emotions from it that caused me to fall.
To erase all the words from my mind that could
ever cause me to repeat such offense. However
I realize I am only human and that
it is impossible.
Who's the big fat reddest suit
the children shout excited.
Who'll take presents from his bag
and hand them proof enlighted.
Who shouts ho
fat ho fat ho
Laughs for children
brash and brough.
Cracks the whip of Christmas Spirit
Beckons kids to sit and stare at.
Fuels the weir for Christmas wishes.
and calls communion Saint Nick Merrit.
JOLLY OLD SAINT NICHOLAS
i was in the dark with out knowing what to do
well then you came along
you took me out of the dark brought me in to the light
you make me laugh and smile and saved me from the last guy
he broke my heart made me cry
you are amazing and sweet
you allways can put a smile on my face when im haveing the worst day
im a lucky girl to have a guy like you
you dont make me cry you make smile
this smile has been gone for a verry long while
you brough my smile back you are one amazing guy
this may not last forever but for now i will enjoy every moment of it
“you know, it takes a fictional character
to know one,”
“jesus” said to “muhammad,”
whilst sitting at the picnic table,
passing the sweet sun tea,
simultaneously &
non-verbally, “telepathically”
motioning to mr. claus
that though the mashed lacked
the thorough whipping that he
himself desired,
they sure were buttery &
with that,
a tip of the “crown of thorns was
made,”
so as to give approval, without
interrupting the engrossing conversation
which had developed between
a couple of the smurfs down at the
end &
vishnu---
seems that violence had become
all the rage, rumbling the surface of
the earth & though the teletubbies who had
attended, did not possess the wide spoken
vocabulary which bugs bunny
did, between munching on the carrot,
they all nodded in agreement when he
threw up his non-carrot-holding hand,
spewing forth his catch phrase,
with regards to the current geopolitical
state of things.
“so…eh, what’s up doc?” he said.
all the characters at he table agreed
that to run rampant upon the world
with an angry eye, a gun in hand &
a belt full of bombs, for the sake of
any of the tales found in books, the scripts
of their cartoons or the animated beauty
with which any of them danced,
was simply insane &
they figured then that the most recent
explosive nature of people all over the
world who were striking vengeance on
the US embassies, might…they just
might (possible coinkydink) have less
to do with “muhammad” (who was now
stuffing his face with KFC, which
garfield had brough & stashed under the
table for later---but the man got it
quick) & a tad more with the fact that
people are getting sick of the world’s
policeman beating them over the heads
with its club.
Today, is the first day of the rest of my life alone.
You were there at my birth, and now I am here at your passing.
Time seems so long, ever ticking, until one day it stops and you wonder where it went.
You were there for every major milestone in my life, graduation, marriage, and now me becoming a man alone without a Father.
Today you went to See Jesus; I guess some journeys one must travel alone.
I hope that the lessons you taught me, and the love you showed will forever be present in my mind,
For as sand slips through the hourglass, hair turns salty grey, and memories seem to fade, one thinks am I Next?
If so, how long do I have?
I know you loved me, though actions were often more easily expressed than words.
Dad I still love you.
I will miss the moments shared, time spent at the farm, and late chats on the drive home.
But most of all I will miss, the memories that I will never have, for you are now gone.
To say I did not know, is an understatement.
You were in hospital five years ago, but you took your meds, and the doctors said that you would most likely be fine.
I guess five additional years, after knocking at deaths door should be more than enough,
But it’s not.
I guess I maybe greedy, greedy for I still wanted more time.
Time for you, to tell where I fell short, and needed to improve, or simply needed to try harder.
I thought they were harsh then, and now I can only long for one more phrase by which to embrace my life.
I will never see your smile, hear your voice, or have you approve of the man that my daughter will one day marry.
Maybe it’s better to think of the good thoughts, the positive memories, and the life that once was?
Which will ever be changed because you lived.
Tomorrow is another day, but for today, the tears will fill my heart, eyes, and brough.
I will see you some day.
Sincerely.
Your Son.
Author Paul Cumberbatch II (June 2nd, 2020)
boll weevil, be evil
gotten, wotton
wrought in, brough in
rotten, cotton
5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
Recently,one winter morning,out of the blue,
I heard the caw of a lone crow -
Once found in flocks across our land,
Now vanished many years ago.
Its caw awakened in me the
Memories buried in the wavering wash of time.
The weather those days was fine,
Water in the ponds and rivers was pure.
Rills full of fish would twist and flow
Through the villages.
The cricket’s song at dawn and dusk,
The farmer's call in the early morning,
As he headed towards the paddy field
With a pair of bulls so charming.
His caw recalled the temple bell’s ring
From the palace shrine in early morning,
A sound that once brough heart’s delight.
Oh,the Uthum’s song on a sunny day,
And Tamna’s call at night,
No longer heard,nor seen the fireflies,
Twinkling far and near at night.
Gone are many local varieties of fish,
Plants,and greens once found in abundance
In our land.
Today, that lone caw in the air
Brought back to me the memories rare,
Yet worried for what we have lost,
Ecological balance now the cost.
someone rapped on the window
in the evening
it was a star and it was bleeding
and it brough some strange parcel
with a note:
"Mandrake and an armoured elephant, for You."
- Samuel Rosenstock
after which there were fireworks in the bedroom
and that’s how the dreams are born, if I’m right.
Drunken joke
smelling blood
dirty hands
broken bones
who was him?
I don't know
brought me here
without love...
Drunken joke
what was that?
why did you do this?
why were you mad?
what turn a good man
so deeply bad
who did this to you
I wish I could ask.
Drunken joke
drunken lie
made my mother mother
before time
I can't hate him
but I won't lie
I hate every single step
that brough him into our lives.
Jessica
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO,
You'd rather be at the crib with Mike,
Party at eight, gonna get so high,
Youre a well known smooth talking ladies man,
Your secret crush, cybroman stan,
always brough Jack D. to school,
a few times had to call the man Dr. Drew,
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO,
They would't let you take the medics wheel,
all cracked out, trying to do a deal,
white coat dude had to ask why you here,
You explained you'd been attacked by a dear,
Rubbing alcohol was all you found,
to ease the pain and mellow you down,
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
You say you dont wanna drink again,
dont want to loose your FB friends,
refusing to spend 2 months,
away from your gym boys and your cybroman love,
whatever helps you sleep,
at night that booze must go bye bye,
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO
Parody of Amy Winehouse's Hit Rehab
Did you know that a rescue dog was meant to rescue you
Did you know they waited on the road or in a cage to bring
you to life to make you smile to force you to raise from the bed
watch you enter into the light of day or the gray mysery that brough up life the whine of a dog afraid seeking life and warm and love.
Such a simpie joy sent by creation.
Such an instant living joy of life
The laughter behind warm eyes
Twinkling with joy and delight
Imagining happiness only in dreams
Where this love lives unconditionally
Whispers of light inside a heart
Thriving with kindness, giving
Inspiration and assurance
That this love is completely fulfilling
Breathing gently against a heart
Hues of charity brough to life
By honest benevolence
Feelings grown through acceptance
Musical glories excite the heart
With melodies of pleasure
Sincerity and tenderness
Given through a gentle gift of faith
Miracles caress the spirit with love
Brought about by God’s gift to us
His natural reward of prayer and praise
Honoring the love from which we are made
You bring my heart all the love I thought
Was gone from my life
Without a chance of coming back
Yet, you have given me a love that is so alive
It sings, dances and thrills
With a strength that encourages me to believe
There are always ways to reach beyond
The pain and sorrow we’ve been through
Discover the soothing love
That comforts, consoles and creates
A place of exhilaration and grace
From a God who completes our plans
For love that will always be
Never ending – eternally
Alive and thriving
On the inside
Lord you kept me here with my head drawed high, thinking about the days when i though
you couldt here me or have forgotten about me, and the day i use to sat and cryed. But you
brough me a mighty long way from where i came from and for that i give you praise with
the words from mouth and the actions that i give off. I see so many people rejecting you but
me i open the door to you. Lord im keeping my hands held high and my heart poured out,
just keep me one more day.