Best Dead Right Poems
last thing I remember is the look upon his face
shot him dead right where he stood then left without a trace
killed a man while robbing his white castle for some change
if I could I'd take it back my life I'd rearrange
(chorus)
as I lie here on this prison bed I look up toward the sky
His Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud
I've put my trust in these three things
the spirit, the water, and the blood
growing up I never knew the man who caused my birth
the only dad I ever knew destroyed my own self-worth
the day he beat my mother was the day I thought I'd die
I swore it'd be the last time this young man would ever cry
as I lie here on this prison bed I look up toward the sky
His Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud
I've put my hope in these three things
the spirit, the water, and the blood
(bridge)
looking in this broken mirror I see a man redeemed
my newborn faith in God above uplifts my self-esteem
the One who sent his Son to die forever set me free
these bars that keep me locked up now will soon no longer be
(I'll pay the penalty)
the time has come the needle waits I find myself at peace
today's the day to pay my dues before I find release
forgiveness I have begged from Him for causing so much pain
my hope is He remembers me and that I'll live again
as I lie upon this bed of death I slowly close my eyes
his family's all gathered 'round no need to wonder why
the man I killed's dear widow helped to pull me from the mud
(because like me)
she's put her faith in these three things
the spirit, the water, and the blood
A true story....
Well I lived in Sioux City for a little while
Another job site, hubby and I have covered some miles
While there, my mother in law came to visit
She drove Elvira, the biggest Buick ever made
No doubt about it!
I drove mom around to see the highlights
If you've been there, you know there's nothing but corn in sight
Suddenly the cars in front of us started to slow
Wondering which way around this pillow they needed to go
Well some went left and some went right
Some straddled over it and seemed alright
Mom said baby, it will be OK
Just drive right over it
Elvira won't notice anything in her way
I lined up perfectly and over we went
Thought I'd made it until visions were sent
Into the rear view mirror of down floating everywhere
And it wasn't pleasant!
I could see people on the sidewalks laughing, I pretended not to care
As millions of feathers floated through the air
Really embarrassed I drove on about one hundred feet
Then Elvira stopped dead right there in the street
Somehow the drive train had caught the cotton cover
Ripping it to shreds, wrapping it round and round so tight
Until it killed the engine dead
Now I know God works in mysterious ways
But He proved it for sure this very day
In a parking lot next to where Elvira had died
Was a complete race car driver's pit crew - no lie!
An 18 wheeler with trailer in tow
Guys dressed in uniforms, patches aglow
With traffic backing up behind us
They came over to see what was all the fuss
I said spitting feathers out of my mouth
I really don't know, I'm from down south
They opened their trailer and out came the jacks
Air hoses and tools, they got down on their backs
From under the car I heard laughter and jokes
They'd seen cars stopped by everything but a pillow!
Well I thanked them and shook each and every hand
They wouldn't accept money, said the entertainment was grand
I often wonder who they were and if they remember Elvira and the pillow in Iowa land....
©Donna Jones
“The heaventree of stars” (in Ulysses as said Joyce)
“hung with humid nightblue fruit” (ah that Bloomian voice)
could evoke a masterpiece the world has come to know,
The Starry Night, so treasured now, by Vincent van Gogh…
In Vincent’s time that painting left even him bemused,
since a ‘failure’ he proclaimed it— that’s the term he used.
He thought he’d reached for stars too big, at too great a height,
but had gone astray; thus he fell short in his own sight.
When he died, no golden eulogistic bells were rung.
His grand galactic genius went utterly unsung.
Oh ill-starred Vincent lunatic asylumed costly fraught distraught instead of bought untold unsold back then yet now extolled far-famed with pricey precious adoration legacied in legend lionized er ionized and glorified chronologized hymned lauded honored canonized enskied aye aye exalted to the skies near-sainted hallowed round the clock as fickle ironies of fate can mock…
Yes, van Gogh was so star-crossed in so many senses.
Gazing at the skies he saw whithers, whys, and whences…
Comparing stars to dotted map led him to ponder
that as one takes a train to destinations yonder
here on earth, perhaps we would ‘take death to reach a star’
or afterlife dimension in hemisphere afar.
The Whirlpool Galaxy his imagination fired
with spiral arms of lanes of stars that indeed inspired
and starburst regions interspersed with dust, in display
of luminescent light not unlike the Milky Way
if it were to overturn and shower forth its jars
in a madly whirling swirling twirling stream of stars.
Anyhow in one way Vincent’s vision was dead right.
Long lives his stellar afterlife in The Starry Night!
To end these astro-reveries with celestial quote
on brighter note, “Hope is in the stars,” the artist wrote.
Van Gogh could see eternity in the heavens’ dome,
in the cycling cosmic courses— there his dreams found home.
~ Harley White
Always at the end of his jokes
She heads off to visit her folks
Being a blonde is no fun
So off she does run
For sometime away from her bloke
So into the country she heads
This blonde who is now a brunette
But on the road she does meet
A woolly flock off nice sheep
As she slams on the anchors in sweat
To the shepherd she offers to ask
How many you have is my task
If I guess it dead right
I take one home tonight
As she hopes to lose this blonde mask
She counts as she guesses bang on
There is one hundred and seventy one
Slowly looking around
She takes the one sitting down
Feeling shes on a home run
Now the shepherds been left so agog
Amazed at this brunette road hog
Her shade of hair he has guessed
Birth blonde you are blessed
It's not a sheep you have, it's my dog
She is my heartbeat, and lately my hearts skipping beats.
I missing beats like artist miss drop dates.
Im missing her like she was gone to the pearly gates,
But she just a phone call away, a phone call that's not answered on any day.
I try to mask my emotions, but they refuse any longer to stay at bay,
they've decided they rather set to sessions, cast away to find our heartbeat.
And I myself have to decided to do what's necessary to have her back next to me and not an ex to me,
cause forget the next one if its not her, no one shall stand next to me.
I left her alone, but she left me torn down the middle like disgarded paper.
My lines are messed up like a messed up taper.
She is, was, and will forever be my heartbeat,
and just hear it again Ill go through hell and back,
pick and eat up scraps just for her love again to have back.
And all the time people talk,
people talk about all the fish in the sea but I ain't right for them fish and neither are they for me.
My pain is masked like halloween.
So no matter what I step out in you don't really know me.
But she does, from the outline of my shadow to the inside of my heart she knows me from the start.
I wish we would have never had to part, but I pray we get another start, Im dead right now you are the beat of my heart.
Pain in the ****
Pain in the neck
Neck with a bolt
Neck that’s been wrecked
Wrecked on the sands
Wrecked on the beach
Beach all the boats
Beach beyond reach
Reach for the stars
Reach for the sky
Sky brilliant blue
Sky high for you
You matter to me
You always will
Will I matter to you
Will that be true
True to be honest
True to be told
Told of the answer
Told it is cold
Cold heart warm hands
Cold rubber bands
Bands of marriage
Bands of love
Love to love baby
Love to love love
Love is the answer
Answer me this
Answer this rhyme
Rhyme me a reason
Reason this time
Time never ends
Time is a clock
Clock on the wall
Clock doesn’t stop
Stop me and buy one
Stop me don’t go
Go for another
Go really slow
Slow as a snail
Slow right ahead
Ahead you must go
Ahead or be dead
Dead right you can be
Dead certain you must
Must you, must I
Must we to be true
Sure is as sure loves
Loves
True
Step back be rational.
Sit back roll this hash and blow.
A/C cold in the lac sittin low.
Niggas gone hate cuz the game so throwed
Chromed out glock is the steel I hold
Dead right now but present with the Lord.
Life cut short like a ginsu sword.
Speak soft nigga I'm not no broad.
Quick wit the hands I put'em in his place
Thinking to myself I'm not catching no case.
Tears drop down when he gave up the ghost
Blood on my hands and weed on my clothes
Another nigga die now white men boast.
Messed up game but a playa still chose.
Rocks on my wrist and on my ear lobes.
Hit the next right on the creep, down low
Red, blue lights on the same back road
Same ole story as the jail bars close
Surrounded by the enemy
Walking, crawling, sliding their slimy bodies on the ground
People you once knew
Shared time with, loved, cared for
Mothers, neighbors, 4th grade teachers
Call them what you will
The undead
ghouls
Walkers
No matter what you call them they are the same creatures
They are no longer people, you won't receive hugs or cookies
Or even smiles from decaying mouths again
They cannot sing, dance or speak
Craving flesh
They just want your meat
Don't open the doors or try to talk sense
Won't hear anything you have to say
Shoot them dead, right between the eyes
Then they can't bite
No trust, no honesty, no salvation
You against them, glazed eyes
Me against them, chomping jaws
Us against the world, all those bodies
Just me and you and a .22
Stop pushing me around!! You're just a Bully aren't you!!
Don't for once think you'll intimidate me..
I've had my fair share a Bully or two!
If you push me expect it back..
And if I go down your coming too!
You won't defeat me without a fight..
I've dealt with people like you.
Im not a physically strong woman..
But you shouldn't poke the bear.
Because the bear can only take so much..
So don't say you weren't made aware!
You've no right to harm me physically..
WOW! Does that make you feel good?
That you beat around a woman..
That must enhance your manhood!
Maybe I'll tell your mates..
And see what they think about that.
I can guarantee they would disown you..
Because that's not part of their man-pact!
I may not win over you physically..
But just on intellect alone..
You don't even come close..
Because your IQ has never grown!
So next time think twice..
Before you raise your hand.
As I've every right to defend myself..
I'll shoot you dead right where you stand!
I suppose we all have a lengthened life,
some alone,
some kind,
some hard fought,
some short,
and some long
And we all deal with death in a different way,
some deal with it by not caring,
some by showing how they crumble,
some don't show anything and crumble on the inside.
The thing is we never know when...
when we'll see each other again,
when we'll laugh with each other again,
when we'll go through memories with each other again,
when we'll cry
or when we'll smile.
We all have to think about something...
what do we want as our legacy,
do we want people to think that we're
kind,
funny,
annoying,
or to have a bad reputation.
the fact is that death is real
there's no doubt about it we could just drop dead right now or
we could live to our 80's and 90's
We can't change when or how we die
but we can change what people
think of us when we die
so think hard,
think deep,
think through life,
think about your life,
think about the meaning of life,
think about how you wanna die,
think about who will grieve if you end your life now
I guess what I'm trying to say is that
we don't know what will happen
so live in the moment,
be kind,
respectful, and love,
love all,
love with all your heart!
Do you know how it Feels?
When Rejection Reveals.
It always Hurt to Know,
but you have to Accept.
My Heart Aches whenever you Reject me,
Whenever they look at me Straight in the Eye,
I always think they Despise me.
I tried,I tried my Best,
I provoked myself to do things I can`t,
I Tried to prove,
That I am better than YOU!
But no,No I can`t,
If this Rejection would be a Disease,
I would be Dead right now.
My Heart have been always Fragile,
I have been always Sensitive.
That`s why I always Wished,
that Rejection was Siezed
Relief will come
in little steps
each passing day
a small step
closer
to the edge
of life again...
a little piece
a little glimpse
of who we used to be
a holiday
has come and gone
and every song
is new again
without
that part
of "us"
that used to be
our normalcy
Oh, grief!
you are a thief
you are a road
that cuts right through the human heart
and up and down,
it takes us
around sharp curves
to some new place
that we don't know,
and have no wish
to go...
We try to pass the days
so fast,
without a backwards glance
and hope we can ignore
familiar things
and some so new,
and we can't change the
road we take so strange in hue
yet, once in awhile
a stumbled fall
a pause, a chance
to turn around
to turn a head
one little glance
and there you are
you stop us dead, right in our tracks
we cannot run, we cannot hide
until we're done
relief I feel, ...one little ounce
just to know
we made it through
and even though
we cannot choose
until these moments pass
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For David Williams "Primary Emotions" contest
Republican 'Sandburs!'
Republican sandburs are such an annoyance,
This kind of a weed seems to love to hitch ride,
They scoff at man's brotherhood, scorn to share taxes
Humanity sometimes, well, feels set aside.
Of course, there are weeds among Democrats also
Whose sins are more social but flow more with tide.
Republican sinners though are just such beginners,
Like teens who feel randy, without any pride.
'Right' wants what they want, let the devil take hindmost,
When wealthy folks write the laws, guess who gets screwed?
"I've got mine! You get yours! Of course, rich are privileged!"
Your new job's low pay? So ungrateful and rude!
For children of rich folk, their birth makes them better,
Advantage though blinds them, and logic is crude,
Folk's wealth opens doors and encourages loathing
Of self, as entitled kids exploit subdued!
Is voter suppression a difficult concept?
Does unequal pay prove a man's work's worth more?
Division of labor improve a home's value?
Does sharing of power mean life's more a chore?
Does taking advantage of folks make you happy?
Your friend disrespected, does he then explore?
Does God hate the peacemaker? Just loves a winner?
Does He praise barns raised or amenable door?
I’m sure that the Dems do blow trunks of mouse haters,
The swell who make Demons of Jews and most Blacks,
Who know most their wives are much smarter than they are,
There’s no way in Hell these fools ever relax!
Their “Lock them up! Lock them up!” screams they’re just lemmings.
“Just die!” 'Right' translated, the point of attacks!
Sharia Law model for “God knows I’m Right!” folks,
Sure compromise Kool-Aid kills more than “Fake Facts!”
Long Tooth
Oct 17, 2018
Poet's Notes:
To my many Republican friends who I know this poem will annoy,
can you not extend at least the Grace that this poem offers you to
your more liberal "brothers in Christ?" We all know we sin all the time,
in spite of our desire to follow Christ. Consider the pain you inflict
on the planet when you are not open to other's viewpoints and
their right to have them. Surely being "Dead Right" leaves something
to be desired.
I’m going to tell you a story
A story about a boy who’s probably dead right now…am sorry!
I had to do this since dead people tell no tales
We were close so I had to be the one who tells
Love is the best feeling yet dangerous
Looks simple but has brought down things that were once enormous
It burns without flames
Destroying many, too many to mention names
He loved this woman
Not good to mention anyway her name was Ann
Yes! Was since she is no more
I’m not surprised…death is normal
All he did for her happened not to be enough
Treated her gently in return she was rough
Tough he was but had to be simple
Was it not the right way to treat such people?
Too much of good something is bad
So loving too much was the weakness he had
Slowly took over his mind turning him to a beast
On human blood and flesh he was ready to feast
Couldn’t stand it, the beast in him took over
Turned against and hacked his lover
Deaf he couldn’t hear her scream
Blood to him looked like red cream
Sadly he stared at her motionless body
Feeling the emptiness, as around them was nobody
Coming to his senses and realizing what he had just done
He took a knife and drove it through his heart, by the time people arrived he was already gone.
When the dark comes
I run but it’s hard to run
I see the light
My friend’s say to run and don’t look back
When they say that i look back
All i see is a demon coming for me
There are flames all around me
It’s hard for me to breath
I’m so close to the light i can see my dad
When i’m near the light I thought it was my dad but;
He is Dead right? so i must be dead too
But how did i die?
all i know is that i’m happy
To see my dad with me
I found my way home.