Best Dat Poems
i know a young girl
lives just up da ill
she a black an white child
she got uge black eyes
wit lots of white surrounden dem
an' she got tick black air
an' er skin's a lonely gray
she got big plump lips
no man ever touched
cause she still jus' a child
an' dat girl she wear
a sweater white
'er mom made er
da black 'n white girl
live just up the ill from me
even er ome is black 'n white
man dat girl
she don't show color no ow
dat girl in black 'n white
oh yeah!
all black 'n white
oh yeah!
till she bring out er violin
er full colored playin' instrumen
dat ting got chromaticity
oh yeah!
dat wat I said
oh yeah!
chromaticity
dat der's wat dat violin got
wen she play dat ting
everytin goes bright
whoa dem strings dey speak
whoa dem strings dey sing
den dat violin color er world
dat wat make 'er special
dat violin
you got to see er
when she hug dat ting
when she make it sing
an' da world she is peace
wen da black 'n white girl
play er colored violin
chromaticity
dat wat dat girl got
wen she play so sweet
wit the violin to er ear
an' da traffic stops
an' da crowds don talk
wen da girl in black 'n white
wen dat girl she paint da town
make dat violin talk
charmin' all da ears
ow she do dat
make notes dance in the sky
ow she do dat
soothes the savage beast
ow she soothe my ears
ow she make docile dis devil me
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!
i don wanna do bad
wen dat violin sings
ow she do dat
dat girl wit dose
magic strings
26~12~2014
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Contest Name: Let The Music Play On
Its dialect poetry not on list.
Inspired by shall I compare thee to a summers day (Sonnet 18)
Shall I meet thee on a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely than my usual mate.
Rough winds do shake your darling buds of May,
But summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Helen shines,
And often the shade of my deception dims;
But Helen’s keenly watching sight declines,
By chance, or God’s allowance of my whims.
But thy infernal summer shall soon fade
And lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And death shall brag thou serv'est as his maid,
Thine face shall host eternal lines that grow’st
So long as man can breathe or eyes can see,
So shall fair maidens congregate to me.
When a man's on his own, he's just dat.
He's dis an he's dat … jus dis an dat … an dat's dat.
But now let a good woman enter his life
Let a good woman become his sweet wife
Now he's inspired from dis and dat to this and that and more than that.
From seat left up to seat put down
To clothes picked up 'stead of lying around
From paper cups and plastic spoons
To silver and china with roses and moons
Yes, a good woman transforms his dis and dat to this and that and more than that.
She's a smiling light by which he sees
Yesterday's socks still below his knees.
Her delicate nose, bright eyes and charms
Reminds him to fumigate under his arms.
A man is a man fer all dat, but with a good woman life's this and that.
He wipes his feet as he comes in the door.
"Don't track that sawdust - not on MY floor!"
He hangs up his coat on the back of da chair.
Oh! That's right ... that's wrong ... it doesn't go there!
Well, he hangs it up somewhere, just where I forget
Not on the floor, 'cause the floor is all wet
From the mud on the boots which by the door should be set.
I’ll be getting that look again, that's a safe bet!
But instead she brings warmly a cup of hot tea
With smiles and kisses and m-m-m-m-m … biscotti.
I know there's a lot more dat a “THAT" man should do
Lots of rules about tea time and stuff called "foo-foo".
Yes, a man is a man for all that.
With sawdust and leaves on his old woolen hat,
On his own he's content as an ol’ alley cat, scruffy and scraggly as dis an dat.
But with a good woman like I'm blessed to call mine,
His life starts to mellow like aging fine wine.
His mind starts to think and his heart starts to care
For the spirit-filled treasure who's his lady fair.
So he opens her door, he puts down the seat,
He eats with a fork after cutting the meat.
With napkin in lap and armpits like cedar,
He thinks of his life and how much it is sweeter
Than when he was only and lonely and sad
And says, “Aye! Dis new life ain’t really half bad!”
f ar out that was harsh
a nd you say that im soft
t hat response was pathetic
b oy the gloves are now off
o ut of all the things that
y ou could have said
h aving burgers after salads? man,
u r out of your blinking head
n obody eats kfc like you do
g o dunk your fried chicken in a
r attatoullie stew
y ou can say you got some talent
m aybey that is true
u nfortunately we all know that
c himpanzees do too, so
h eave them arms up in the air, and
l ets try excersise
o verall it wont do any good, boy
l et that flubber fly
i just shoulda not jumped in front of dat trukkkk....joke sent to me..
saw it happen going to work one morning,
guy jumped in front of a speeding bus in his little car,
and braked for the amber light,
......kerlunkkkkkkkkkk.....writeorfff
If ya drivin in ya car,
ya dumb dum galah,
and ya thinking of dicing with a truck,
the buggers caint stop,
pull up,
till ya deadly ded-head,
out of luck,
and the bitumen is red from your guitar,
so stay away from truckers bumperbars,
cos funerals always seem 2 bloody suck,
stay in that other lane, ol hound-dog Huck ...
Don Johnson
Been a trucker and seen people cause accidents by jumping in front of speeding Trucks 18 wheelers etc.....they caint stopppppp...if they is carrying several tons, to grind you into jam:(
Every day is different
no matter what I do.
A multitude of variables
keep me from the true.
A flat tire, a loose wire,
a new friend suddenly appears,
and a favored pen disappears,
an argument over nothing, and
the postman brings you something,
the lawn mower won't start, and,
your child reveals her heart.
Trivial to substantial,
a randomness in all.
What is the deeper
hidden truth that thwarts
the things I do.
To not accept this deeper truth
is my fatal flaw.
The stubborn battle to
impose my truth,
keeps me from the true.
whoomp, whoomp whoomp!
e'er night like dis
and I do love you
cause we special togetta
me and you we like
diamonds and gold
like sweet nectar and kisses
we just right for each otta
I mean love
real love
the kinda love yo bouis get jealous of
then they get all involed in yo business
and cause ya'll to depart
than ya'll get back tugetta and she breaks yo heart
I mean than ya'll get o'er it and than they come back again
acting like they neeeed you
try'na be yo friend
I luv my gul
and she know that right
I buy her candy and shrimps and steaks
sho' ya right
ripple and wine patches
that fooreel dough stuff
we smoke fatty cigars
and drink that aqua stuff
sparkling wine and my misses
towel laid on the ground
sunning in the evening
kiss when know one's around
I gonna marry dat gal
I gonna speak I do to the preacher
me and my girl
a ful length feature
.
Dat Ole River (The Calcasieu)
Dats a lazy ole river, dats a muddy ole river.
Dat river she flows on and on and on,
Dat river she flows;
Through my mind, to my soul.
Dat river she be wide,
And dem shrimp nets scrape her belly;
And dem crawfish play around her.
Dat river she be life, She be life to me.
I used to go there with my Momma.
Momma she fixed da Gumbo, da Gumbo and the bisque.
Momma she boiled the crabs and crawfish;
By dat ole muddy river.
I took my Marie down to the river;
Took my sweet Sha to dat river.
An we swam there in the moonlight;
I fell in love beneath that moon.
I poled my pirogue down dat river;
Down that muddy, swampy river.
I raised my children round that river.
That river she be life to me.
Come and play for me the accordion,
The accordion and French harp.
Bring fat Mommas and fat babies
And we’ll have a fais do do.
Bring sweet wine and red boudin,
Bring the red and white boudin,
To the banks of dat ole river.
We grow old and die together.
Dear ole Calcasieu.
Dats a lazy old river, Dats a dirty old river.
Dat river she flows on and on;
Dat river she flows through my mind, To my soul.
How does courtesy become a courtesan
~ Same way sunny becomes the sun
Who dat can beat dem Saints
To the superbowl- no they ain't
A ref missed a major call
Ram hit a Saint causing him to miss the ball
Did the fans of Black and Gold cry
No they had a parade and you wanna know why
Who Dat Nation would rather pass a good time
Have a parade, jazz, and do the second line
From St. Louis Cathedral steeple
Through the French Quarter, streets crowded with people
Like Drew Brees says, this won't keep us down, we'll come back bold
Who Dat Nation's spirit is strong, so as always, the good times rolled
It was the end of the day when McGee walked in
to his favorite neighborhood pub
Gave a last puff on a stogie
that he smoked right down to the stub
Then made his way up to the bar
Where he said with a troubling grin
Serve me a beer and put it right here
Before all the trouble begins
After the first, he had another
as his patients appeared to wear thin
And saying He wanted a beer
Before all the trouble begins
So this went on 'til the barman
produced McGee's bill, and that's when
McGee scratched his head, and then calmly said
"Now Here's where the trouble begins"
3 cups of heavy cream
1 cups of pistachios
1/2 cup of chopped dried cherries
1 cup of coconut flakes
2 cup of marshmallows
1 tablespoons of vanilla
4 tablespoons of great quality nut liqueur
+
2 cups of whipped cream
1 tube of sugar dough
1 muffin pan
melt together cream and marshmellows, add nuts and coconuts add vanilla and liquer
allow to cool and fluff up with whipped cream,
bake cookies in muffin pan, make cups.
allow to cool and fill with filling serve and make your companies proud!
2 TABLESPOONS OF CUMIN
1/4 CUP OF SOY SAUCE
2 TABLESPOONS OF PAPPRIKA
1/4 CUP OF CAYEENE
3 TABLESPOONS OF THYME
3 TABLESPOONS OF ROSEMARY
1/4 CUP OF GINGER ROOT
1 CUP OF DICED ONIONS
3/4 CUP OF DICED GREEN PEPPERS
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED GARLIC
2 CUPS OF DARKBROWN SUGAR
1 CUP OF CHOPPED CILANTRO
3 CUPS OF LIME JUICE
2 CUPS OF FISH STOCK
2 CUP OF EXTRA DRY GIN
3 CUPS OF PINEAPPLE JUICE
1 CUP OF LIQUID SMOKE
12 SLICES OF PINEAPPLE
IN A 5 GALLON BUCKET, MIX THESE INGREDEINTS, ADD ONE BUTTERFLIED
FRESH PORK HAM, MARANDAED OVERNIGHT. TURN TWICE COATING ALL SIDES. PLACE PINEAPPLE OVER THE PORK ( LARGE BAKING PAN)
ROAST ON LOW FOR ABOUT 3 AND A HALF HOURS...
BAKE WITH SWEET POTATAOES, ALLOWING THE PORK TO COOK THROUGH.
WHITE CHEDDAR AND ROASTED GARLIC MASHED POTATOES OR SOME ROASTED YUCCA ROOT WILL MAKE THEM HUSSIES INTO GLAMOROUS LOVERS. SMILING LIKE THEY OWE YOU SUMTHANG!
Isn't that unfair
How can u compare
Isn't dat unfair
Each gender is made so unique
Where one is strong n the other weak
How can v set them side by side
Wen males n females r not alike
Woman is a diamond beyond compare
Not just identified by long hair
Life is a play with perfectly fit character
Played singly by mother wife daughter or sister
Joy of becoming a mom
Supporting a life in her womb
The grt god gift to female
This is where a man will fail
Can convert veggies into a meal
She understands wat u feel
Making up home from a house
Is selflessly devoted to her spouse
All qualities in a single soul
Who will assist even wen u fall
How can u compare
Isn't it fair?