Best Bust Up Poems
My favorite President is yet to be
He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun
First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime
Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled
He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever
He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker
Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected
~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
'Your Favorite President Contest' ~
Categories:
bust up, america, anger, how i
Form:
Couplet
‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust’
(No one is going to bust up MY insides,
sew my eyes and mouth shut,
drain my blood and pump me full of fluid
then seal me up in a concrete drawer)
Mama I was so young, so very young
So very young and so very curious
You were sitting in your favorite chair
I was sitting on the arm of your chair
”Mama what did they do to you in the hospital”
You parted your gown and I saw a flaming scar
Something was missing…
The lady with the bun on her head
came into the classroom with an apple
I was called out into the hall
The lady with the bun on her head
presented me with the apple
I said “Thank you for the apple”
She said, “You’re welcome son”
(Teacher had a grave look on her face,
shaking her head slightly and muttering)
The lady with the bun on her head said
“I need you to come with me son”
and escorted me outside
where our car was waiting;
grandma and grandpa in the front,
daddy in the back with my two brothers.
Daddy said with a wavering voice,
“Boys, your mother has gone to be with the Lord”
We rode home in silence…
They even had a dresser with a mirror
with plush carpet, end tables and lamps
in the room we were escorted to
They had you laid out in a bed
with the covers folded neatly down
but it was not really you…
Someone had made a copy of you
A life sized, porcelain doll image of you
Grandpa went over and reached down
“Look, she has her favorite earrings on
Doesn’t she look beautiful”
(Mama, I didn't think you looked beautiful at all)
I remember asking daddy, "Daddy, how come,
how come they gonna put mama in that drawer”
Mama I was so young, so very young
I was at the ideal age of six mama
Old enough to comprehend
but too young to understand
Old enough to hurt like hell
but too young to know why
I guess I miss you even now mama
Mama, I guess what I miss the most
is just growing up without you
and that you never said goodbye…
Oh mama...
don’t let them bust up my insides,
sew my eyes and mouth shut,
drain my blood and pump me full of fluid,
then seal me up in a concrete drawer
like they did you…
Categories:
bust up, loss, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Raining cats and dogs, we didn’t want to get wet through
We dashed to the bus stop, to shelter as you do
There we huddled under the shelter as a cosy retreat
But a storm was brewing right under our feet
A lady held her umbrella up to protect her head
It was dry under the shelter but still she went ahead
She was twirling it round and poked a man in the eye
He wasn’t going to let this selfish action pass him by
He asked her very nicely to put the umbrella down
She got VERY irate and started to shout and frown
Soon expletives were flying- we moved out of the way
She cursed in Italian, we could understand what she did say
Umbrellas started flying- it turned into quite a fight
They were whacking each other with all their might
Suddenly a huge wave broke from the sea shore
We jumped out of the way to avoid any more
But the fight it continued and spilled on to the street
The words that were flying I could never repeat!
It was such a spectacle, everyone was staring
The foul mouth woman retreated but continued swearing
All she needed to have done was put her umbrella down
Sadly in reality she became the talk of the town.
A true event which happened on 1st November
2nd November 2015
Categories:
bust up, anger, rain, violence,
Form:
Couplet
bust up through my home
whispers shiver behind us
honestly I tried
Categories:
bust up, divorce,
Form:
Haiku
the streets are now empty the clubs are shut down
not a sound until...
in the morning there will be sun a chance to have a lot of fun
old school to new school that how we rule
work hard to bring home the family jewel
break dancing was the thing of the past
today we got Acon & Fetty Wapp
those homeboy's do think a lot
but in the streets people are getting busy
smoking fat blunts & get pretty dizzy
we got to bounce to the ounce its the hour of power
don't sweat that Whoomp there it is girl just take a cold shower
we got lines being drawn in the sand when will we ever live to understand
it started with Grandmaster Flash with Mellie Mel & the Furious five
thank you Jesus that i'm still alive
got suckers that want to end me and bust up the economy
have we any dignity
gone are the days I used wake of in a haze
today were just a mouse stuck in its maze so be brave & act your age
Rap isn't dead i don't know what is going on in your head
you want a face full of lead
these are desperate times yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
for a stated cause that's atrocious there's burning rubber in the road
sides are being drawn with heads in the street no meet and greet
so stand alive young G your going to make sweet history
for rap is where its at in my big mac attack
will take you to the limit one more time
Rap isn't dead as much is this rhyme
Categories:
bust up, art,
Form:
Free verse
I'm like what's next?
I'm in the P.D.X,
so flexed-
come rain or come next,
if the weather has test,
"I say" take the heather to caress the pests-
rush in on tether's and bust up their measures,
force on them pleasures because I take care the never never and replace them with edgers...
So take out your name,
and stake out the possessed,
because what allowed us always came to be best.
Categories:
bust up, allusion, crazy, cry, fashion,
Form:
Blitz
The country is so filthy with garbage all over the dearest homes People are sick with unpleasant smell and poor sanitations, poor managements. In such country that claiming to have functional government to the gravel of my thought, pin the pain to pink appointment in the morning to monster cowries to swing of crabs.
Fed up witnessing innocent souls departing from us seeking another world with totally different environment, where your face cooler to the duty of your fingers to the fan of the grave. You suppose to stay here to helm it people, then you left us in innumerable thoughts, the garment hem are the only thing picturing in my imagination.
He cannot stop the pain of death panging the back to the battle field, the flies force the citizens to leave the city and seek another continent of no communication between people. People only stopped slapping their faces when they are in beds; the country is stinking like rot eggs middle summer while the heartless man exploiting our resources to rusticating and resuscitating his family overnight.
Keeping us captives in our mother’s wombs, well they are living in luxurious lives styles and pushing the best cars in town, the layman is down there with curled hair sweating to make end meets. He cannot fill his belly with a single dietary; they blow their noise on us whole day with their cars beeping all days long.
Cursing us with exhaust pipes poisoning our lungs, the city is candles city there are no infrastructures because they have built fences of tribalism which keep us apart. The poor have no alternatives except to flee the city, because they no longer welcomed to integrate with the elites.
The country is littering with rubbish, sick is everywhere; people are dying from treatable diseases. The country is bust up with tribalism, sectionalism and nepotism. The citizens are seeing impotent government steering the wheel of the state like the moment of a statue and there are lots of frustration among the youths and the elderly.
The country has contaminated with toxic acid of tribalism, politics has eaten in our hearts establishing hared among cemented thought and mechanical breakdown.
Categories:
bust up, poverty, prejudice, raven,
Form:
ABC
turn up the stereo so everyone goes to hear the song of lil Pump know
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
take you to places you need to go
flirting with fire coming down to the wire a gun for hire calling him a liar
the steets are uneasy the flames are just as strong
cause Turtle Wax is cheap we got the dancing feet stand still to repeat
purchased a remedy for hip hop brevity everythings steady are you ready
close the door to places you need to know have a shoulder to cry
what's to die for a leader and never a follower
Lil Pump like Gucci Man working on his tan the latest fade
chain it up burning records like you want to smoking marijuana as you grow fond of
Dance hall grill hoping latest trend with family & friends
Lil Pump know the score kicking it with a two bit whore screaming for more
in the window stands a paradox of time remember when you were broke down to your last dime
the wild side inside of me minus the *********** set the captives free
Lil Pump know what Little Pump do but I'm still not through
he's coming on track in the music scene living in a land so very mean
Lil pump is where its at working to hard can give you a heart attack
Big Mac with your Cadillac playing hacky sack a tiff or tat
purchased his resistance caught the oozy lying but I'm not buying fish for frying
Categories:
bust up, rap,
Form:
Free verse
Why cant I just say these words?
Why cant I shout it out?
I've never been so afraid to say it, But I mean it so much that it hurts.
What's wrong with me? Whats happening?
This aint ever happened before.
So why cant i say what Im feeling?
Its so damn frustrating!
I dont know how, but I wanna say it out loud,
I guess im afraid
i'll scare him away,.... or he'll bust up in a laugh.
I know he cares for me, his heart is big,
But he may not feel the same about me as I do him.
But thats okay, until im old,
But right now i feel like im gonna explode.
Why cant I just say these words?
Why cant I shout it out?
I've never been so afraid to say it, But I mean it so much that it hurts.
I dont know how, but I wanna say it out loud,
I guess im afraid
i'll scare him away,
What's wrong with me? Whats happening?
This aint ever happened before.
So why cant i say what Im feeling?
Its so.. damn........ frustrating..... *sigh*
Categories:
bust up, fear, i love you,
Form:
Lyric
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
taking you to places you need to know
rap is the harmony to take away my anxiety
not since the old famed Redd Fox boy that homeboy do think a lot
boogy down to the socks
I sit as a rose without its thorn
some may curse the very day they were actually born
but you got to wait your turn
one soul soars while the other will burn
like the world watch it turn
Rap to the rhyme & rhyme for a reason
its like the changing of the seasons without any reason
in time the seed would grow into a healthy stalk
come with me let's go for a walk
the more you breath the less you talk
folks in the numbers under the satin covers with home made lovers
by choice we often wander friends growing fonder hair getting blonder
the message is getting bolder have to look over your shoulder society's getting colder
yes that seed would grow into fruition to late on your tuition start listening
when I'm alone in my room then i stare at the wall in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
like a bird please light the flame walk the walk away from the criminally insane
why should I complain I'm making the green bling living in a land so very mean
Categories:
bust up, rap,
Form:
Free verse
the course of of our lives
had to fight off a zombie sucker in the night
a crust of the bisquit isthe apostrophe
some folks like to get away take a hide away from the neighborhood
KRS- 1 in my philosophy is relevant for today
Eminem is still my friend where do I even begin again
meditation, communication & soul vexation
the likes of Drake make no mistake calling out our fate
Pac is is one great brother who held his head up
fess up to Scarface with the Diary sucker
burning Todd Bridges leave him with best wishes
leave up one hump Trump to his no it all wall
sticking with the flow one mic in my hand
when to understand
love is deep inside of me my fame to flame for society
had to take a freakin break getting loose as a goose
spreading my wings on a caboose
Rat tit tat tat got some flames on my ass
no one gets by on a free pass
simpler times with ill but faded rhymes
get stearing wheels on steel thrills on every situation
now is the hour of power gots to take a hot shower
fill up a pool without any water
Eminem knows how to flow on point
just some things you ought to know
bust up the beat to promote the tempo
Categories:
bust up, abuse, addiction, america,
Form:
Free verse
Love is i'm sure the deadliest sin. It's just like a cancer that rots from within. But maybe my words are tainted with hate. If love is your muse, then your poems great..,
yours is the hand that lifts in order to aspire for so much more a timeless chore
I stand beneath the gloom & doom
Tough so trust in fate to clean your room
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Blended in a circle tried to cling
Sapphire to assume the door to open
cling a swing still got me im the potion
love is the mere essence of my inner existence
Willow creek shivers a scent of dew across my face
things do change let me be the first to explain,
roses of love tainted by hands from above left as a squeeky wheel bargain basement deal
love is the timber the helps light its inner flame
growing, flowing & intoxicating pulse
we seek as actors clever to its claim
I look to the sea reflections in the way spark my memory some happy some sad
love is fashioned by tainted realization of a bargain basement deal
of the rocking chair beneath the squeeky wheel
see your face
love to taste
how you fought so hard and fierce
my one solution is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time breading loud
pour out the potion through loves fine glass a reason to relax
draw strength from the echoes we hear by South
trim back the atmosphere as if a mouse
dig well below bust up the beat to promote its tempo
Categories:
bust up, anxiety, art,
Form:
Free verse
Pilgrims Progress
We need great golden copulations in the cemetery
bury your head beneath the limbs in part of a ghostly resolve
perhaps this was the path Brother Lawrence tred alone
underneath the interpass of denial of speculation
we have nursed path each quatrum with a deafening blow
to stand in one accord to each other as pilgrims rest after harvest time
Apple butter jam spread on fresh home made bread
the reflections of a timid squirrel on a limb
we have become immeasurable by your smile
she danced in a ring of fire yet throws of each challenge with a shrug
the cost of the pilgrims progress we shall never know
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in search of love
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear
beneath the timeless swell I live to tell
sought through the variation to its cosmic flame
Categories:
bust up, anxiety, art,
Form:
Free verse
rolling in my pit not giving a **** quick to become undone out having a bit of fun
excuse me but this jam has to rhyme as I bust up the tempo from behind
back in the city looking at girls so very pretty fast cars with local bars
falling apart with the tears cheap beers strength within its fears
unto the next episode that's how we roll down to the liquor store
each of us dreams of both kings and queens with the evil ***** screams
going take down to the neighborhood like you knew I would out strolling in the hood
drinking Jimmy Bean in my new jack swing I got the hook up logical persuasion
rhymes I hold let the truth be told cause I broke the mold for i create to procreate call it fate
going take you back to the old school when I was so cool rock the house right through
these are working mans hands you all understand fish in pan making the plans
inhale the caviar with the wine then everything is so fine from behind
looking to make a deal with the phone in my hand listen if you can
y magic wand turns the beat of the song can't we all just het along
nothing heavy when I'm driving in my Chevy rock steady and I'm ready
shooting pool losing my cool I'm the nature's clown everybody's fool
hit me from below bust up the beat to increase the tempo maybe manic you know
caged in barbed wire set you straight as a gun for hire sipping on my favorite wine
the streets are not for phony's bitches want to blow me act like they own ya
stuck in the middle playing second fiddle as I go back cour on the dribble
Categories:
bust up, art, rap,
Form:
Free verse
locked got this rap game locked
lot think a lot boogy down with the socks
doing the twister sorry that I missed her
creating the flow things you ought to know
it will help you grow expand my horizons
drop these beats hot the piece flow a lot
I tip my hat to the task of the spinning wheel
feel the breeze start spreading its disease
twister twister sorry that I missed her
lazy days of spring living in a land of mean
the beat goes on with a tender song
I'm broke but it's no joke I still got skills to cope
thinking outside the box like homeboy Scott Lerock
dizzy in a haze like a cat stuck in a maze
your teeth are shiny so kiss my fat behind you
a tisket a tasket come look at me in my casket
basking in the haze sought for silence through each day
its kinda like pulling teeth I stand outside the edge of my seat
rapping is the thing of the past but how long it lasts
got the spinning wheel to take you on a long trip with a double dip
throughout each episode we know bust up the beat to promote the tempo
carry on with a song in your heart by which to impart a way of escape call it fate
spinning records in my crib you can add lib filled up with drama to forgive
blast from the past no one gets by on any free pass
Categories:
bust up, rap,
Form:
Free verse