Best Detroit Poems
Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown.
They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord.
Never could she state what was meant.
She countered innately.
She rejoined her past.
Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday.
How does history repeat?
Atrocious is this cruelty.
What went before is not to be.
However, a reality has formed from yesteryear.
The future is a seed, which has matured profusely.
Seething a lost is she who faces a breach in her memory.
Neurological resources are their tool.
The mind willingly enters this superlative institute.
Reconsider what has been done because tomorrow has come.
Reflect to divert to revitalize a city’s self-worth.
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Penned on September 06, 2014!
detroit river walks
to stroll the scenic view
the breeze takes wind grabbing your hair
river walks down belle aire
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PENNED ON AUGUST 25, 2014!
Our old Plymouth wagon sits junked in the yard
Collecting pine needles and rust
Ten years of abuse and driven too hard
Now an eyesore, the neighbors might fuss
Chrysler Corporation was not at their best
Before Iacocca, I think
"Car lot got flooded but we did a road test."
The salesman said with a wink
A knock on the door, 'Wanna' sell that ole wreck?
I live down 'ar right crost the creek'
"How much?" 'Thirty bucks!' "Okay, what the heck?"
(He stuffs some more Skoal in his cheek)
"Whatcha' do with 'em?" I ask. 'Crush 'em!' He hacks
And spats on a flat balding tire
'Front 'uns look good, we'll haul 'er from the back
Now what did I do with my pliers?"
'Anything in 'ar you might wanna' keep?'
(The door handle sticky with sap)
A moldy child's baseball glove on the back seat
And a faded old little league cap
Slowly the wrecker-hearse jacks up the rear
It snaps and it groans in protest
"Thirty pieces, that's all? Please let me stay here
I'm tired and I just need to rest"
(It's backwards I tell you, something's not right
With the way that old car's being towed
So lonesome it looks, its hazy headlights
Staring sadly down at the road)
N/A in contest 'Pick a Title' judged on 11/13/2014
Welcome to the Motown Motor City,
asphalt carpet ghetto grind
Automated fated urban living,
everyday inner-city surviving
Hard mean streets handing out no pity,
sharpens perceptive razor minds
Last stop underground freedom giving,
all-day Exodus gospel arriving
Factory-built hearts living manufactured dreams
Black Bottom be a lowly place to start,
Paradise Valley is a forgotten vision now a-rising
Assembly line tough, steel mental parts
Perseverance is Detroit revival defined,
no assembly required
Citizens report any municipal malfeasance
Just another urban spiritual capital gain,
congregation assembly required
Motown cars moving on a heavenly transport train
But you must be counted in attendance thereof,
to know the love song we were singing
God helped us to overcome every paved obstacle
We may have high crime rates, but there's nothing like living by the Great Lakes.
I live in Detroit Michigan
Where I Live Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
October 3, 2016
Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight for their lives,
To the point where guns are being
heard,
More than a singing bird,
And murders are being committed
more than child birth,
And some see Detroit as hell on
Earth,
But no one pays attention to the
intelligence our teens are worth,
For Detroit is a city full of broken
dreams,
Hoping one day all gangs will work
together,
And unite as a team,
Then we will create a great future,
For Detroit's wound will rejoin with
a suture,
And one day we will make a
successful cope,
Detroit is a city full of hope.
Most everyone has heard
of the place I come from
They hear mostly bad news, sad news
Tragic Detroit black and blues
The crime,
the murders,
The violent riots
that constantly divides us
But I grew up during a special time,
when Detroit was singing
and making the nation dance
I was born in a generation
that had a beautiful legacy
There was so much royalty all around
I walked among the kings and queens
who created the Motown sound
The list is too long
for me to say
But I'll name a few anyway:
The Temptations,
the Supremes
Stevie Wonder,
and of course the Queen
Aretha Franklin
Smokey Robinson and the Miracles,
Marvin Gaye
The Jackson Five,
there's a lot more names I can say
I grew up Detroit singing,
my town's famous heritage was world renown
We were the ambassadors of soul,
uplifting spirits everywhere with our harmonious sound
I grew up Detroit singing,
soulful songbirds in the heart of the ghetto
I grew up Detroit singing,
where beautiful voices still flourish and grow
I grew up Detroit singing,
that's the Detroit I know and love so
Maiming, killing, chaos, happening throughout this nation, happenings everyday.
Saw an article in the newspaper about the City of Detroit. A killing frequently just another day.
Now as Christians we should realize and know that violence breeds violence.
So what do we do? We arm our educators so we can protect our children our innocents.
More people this year have been killed in Detroit than in the Afghan war.
Right here in the U.S.A. violence is leaving a tremendous scar.
Our children being taught through the airways, video games, that same sex marriage is OK’
Our Television media explodes when violence is shown; our moral compass is in disarray.
This goes back along time our nation is a relatively young nation compared to the Vatican and the Pope.
Yet since our very Foundation we are supposedly a nation that believe in God, Christian today think that this is a travesty a joke.
We lead in exporting smut triple x rated films nasty movies that turn up everywhere we are being misled.
The devil, his legions, control the airways they have crept into our culture, our families, our moral compass is dead.
As Christians we should pray in repentance, turn to God’s Commandments, and trust our Father.
Trusting corrupted leaders, trusting in man, is not the way in history it has never worked, this is what I’ve gathered.
Detroit a city gripped with terror, fear, a city where our children die in crossfire.
This is a national concern a must change policy towards children, to see them gunned down the situation is dire.
The four horsemen have been riding for a long time.
Ignoring the “Word” Ignoring the Father is truly the real crime.
We do ourselves no justice, with our free will we as Christians must trust in our Savior and the Lord.
Asking God to guide “Us,” in electing officials that have the courage to say enough, let’s go to God and His Son for help. Let’s truly as nation follow the “Word.”
I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered
Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles
Car coughing
Windshield gritting its white teeth
I wear a body double of fur curved
Like a polar beast on my back
Then the Voice of the Turtle whispers…
And sprinklers spritz in a mist of sunrise
And rows of palm trees unfold as a breezy outfield fence
Blue sky a homerun boundary
Free to swing away you can’t miss
Buckets of baseballs flung to the green sea
Leather-gloved squids
Eight kids per position
Waiting their ground balls and pop flies
Legend to rookie 60 feet and 6 inches from the big show
Chin skimmed and bum chapped with red dirt
Tip of hat flattened to home plate
Get up swing back at that
Unfamiliar crack of doubt
Deep from winter inside you.
A hot sun is a bird perched on the bill of your cap
#10 Numi eternal rookie in us all
Spread your wings and fly to Detroit
The Old English D forever on your chest.
DETROIT IS:
D ynamic
E nergetic
T ough
R evitalized
O ptimistic
I nventive
T riumphant
M ajor
I ncentitives for
C ompanies to
H ighlight
I nventions and
G rowth
A mong
N ew Detroit
At the 5:00 whistle
When the sunset in late November
Is less light and more molten
Like a blast-furnace window
Glowing above the highway home
Goo spilling from its sparkling ladle
Bent
At the off-ramp’s arthritic elbow
The city smolders
Under
The backs and braces of its groaning bridges
Like a half smoked cigarette
Crushed under the heel of a boot
An entire city is snuffed out.
The Man, my father, comes to this setting sun
As a welder
Flipping down his black mask
For his last day at work
With stars still tracing cross his eyes
And his factory-floor poems loose in his head
Like nuts and bolts rattling in his toolbox.
His visiting grandchildren
Sent from the Coasts for Thanksgiving
Clung like empty holsters to his massive thighs
May someday think Grandpa, what did you do with your life?
He wants to kill them
Kill them all
Lick his pink slip like a Christmas card envelope
And hang himself
With a drill
Still
Plugged into his whining hand
But on his last day home
With smokestacks steaming like gray volcanoes
The sunset remains wondrous to him
The Makar the Creator
He envisions a flower molded from bronze
Bloomed and shaped from his callused hands.
Lyrics are sung to the music of
David Bowie’s “Panic in Detroit”
Just another slow rush hour,
breathing exhaust fumes
Heading to downtown Motor City,
won’t get there anytime soon
A giant pileup sits at the end of the long commute
Parking in Detroit, wished he took another route
Boss said come in today, she said come right away
Parking in Detroit
He cursed the accident that happened, made his arrival
late
Traffic report said there were constructions
Redirected the wrong way
A trickle of vehicles were all that could get through
Parking in Detroit, wished he took another route
Boss said come in today, she said come right away
Parking in Detroit
Hustling to his car, he made his way to work
And found his upper
relaxing in her negligee
He fled and hid between the vending food machines
Then jacked the resting cart parked outside the lounge
Avoiding a taxi situation,
found the parking lot
Raced back uptown with reckless speed,
shut off the ringing phone
He parked outside a stranger’s house for awhile
Parking in Detroit
He had to take another route
“Baby, please pick up!”
She said come right away
Parking in Detroit
SICK IN DETROIT
I could run away the way
I'm used to cross continents
and city streets
packing my bags around me,
but what good pretending is
sometimes
doesn't do here anymore.
Leaving was your idea
and pretending
I hadn't touched you at all.
So while you packed the bags
I went out because you asked
for tomatoes out of season
because you asked.
Later, miles away on the bus
I ate your tomatoes, all eight,
and was sick in Detroit
on some bags beside the bus.
Everyone knew and pretending
wasn't any good then either.
Tragically enough I had too much to drink that night,
a night of fun and no responsibility in sight,
the freedom of a teenager seemed so wrong yet right,
as we cruised through Detroit so I was filled with such fright.
I had great friends but they were as crazy as a cliché-
They dared to take off my bra-
flaunt my bare chest through the moon roof and say:
“WHOO HOOO! I’M A LOSER AND LOVE LIONEL RICHIE,
HIS SONGS MAKE ME POOP FROM EXCITEMENT!”
I was definitely under indictment-
All of a sudden, my bra flew in the wind,
behind me crashing into the car behind me,
the man in the car was filled with enticement,
and we pulled over so I could give an apology.
I was topless.
He was breathless.
I couldn’t stop this.
But nonetheless….
We went on a date the very next night,
knowing he saw me in my birthday suit,
I wore a dress probably too darn tight-
he then decided that I was a good pursuit....
Oh, what a hoot!
Best friends we soon became,
and that moon roof was to blame!
Six years later wedding bells rang,
at the reception, Lionel Richie I sang,
I was braless under the white gown I wore,
but that was nothing he hadn’t seen before!
Letting Your Hair Down
February 6, 2017
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