Best Doesnt Poems
trees dilly-O sing.
mellow skies surmise —
they’re not quite blue, white nor gray.
knocking in front and back —
pileated woodpeckers, shockers
with crests, crafty
to home owls and bats,
like royal courts of yore
dillydally the enemy within
mine walls.
the oaks shade their eyes,
press into my panes,
scratch during a storm,
rain on my parade.
yet, I can’t help...but adore
the pines and oaks,
ivy that wraps serpentine around bark,
wild flowers ready to leap
on ballet toes,
touch my nose with romantic scent.
so Spring,
the sachet of hidden things,
like a freeze game come to life
with intrigue, potentiality
of pairings — doves, robins,
crows and the like.
what if i could climb the tall trunk
high, below the unseen clouds —
easy does it.
my hair sailing like a pirate.
my grin foolhardy.
my heart doesn’t know what it needs.
it needs trees.
2/27/2021
WHOEVER DOESNT READ THIS IS A CHUMP
I think ill make something new!
Something somewhat different with the words i spew!
Something about lost love to be found.
That will end up driven right into the ground.
Or in a box called lost but not found.
Or make something about death so hollow and sad.
So sad it will move the hardest prison grad.
Graduet.
Get it?
But anyways maybe not.
Maybe ill write a story of a baller getting shot.
But yeah ill probly not.
Whats on your mind though?
Have you got the time to find the time then let it go.
Just grab a notebook and let it flow.
Its like riding on a breeze nice and slow.
Like flying a kind real low.
Its easy unless its not simple.
Like when you use big words to sound obedient.
Which only rymes with words like expedient.
I dont even know what that means, i just threw it into the ingredients.
Sounds like a word thats rather deviant.
I like to build my poems like a subservient structure.
Im loosing it so bad my brains about to rupture.
This write sucks it doesnt make any sense.
Hence.
The reason im on the damn fence.
Becuase nothing i seem to do.
Seems to make sense.
God doesnt make them like our mothers
anymore
There is no love in them
Their eyes move in every directions like a
chameleon
They value money more than their bodies
Every man can touch as long as he is rich
enough
They walk around with their bellies open
With artificial faces which defy nature
All they know is the bottle and less books
They reduce themselves to attention
seekers
and calling themselves names like "bad
bitches"
I am pretty sure God doesn't make them
like
our mothers anymore
They boast about not being able to cook
All they know is our beds and not our kitchen
They exchange lovers like shoes
They ignore the words of wisdom from their
elders
Unending relationship struggles,broken
marriages and kids with no fathers.
You find them in bars and not churches
What is happening to our generation?
God doesn't make them like our mothers
anymore
They no longer carry seeds of patience in
their bossom
Pretty smiles, beautiful skin but corrupt
hearts
This is what has become of our sisters, our
girlfriends,our women
They are lost in their world which they think
they know everything until Aids comes
along.
Written by Tawona M Ranganawa
He doesn't love you if...
He treats you like a sheep
Puts poison infront of you to drink
Shoves you against the wall while you weep
He looks you with lion fueled eyes
Smack your beautful face sore-dry
Tells he loves you when he lies
Punch your stomach with a fist force,
that you'd puke out yesterdays food
He shouts and pin poke ur forehead
Compress while that sad tear is shed
He doesn't stop not even when you beg him to
His anger has led him into a gangsters room
Tomorrow he is so remorseful,brushes ur hair and kisses you gently
telling you how pathetic and a jerk he is
Wrapping you all around him to soften up the shame
As much as the touch arouse and heat the system in the love-cave
Don't give in, its deception
He will make love to you with intentions of making you forget
When the storm comes again he will dig you a whole and bury your remains
Like a dust in the surface you will no longer have a soul
He will squash your inner being and leave you a corpse
A part of you will forever be lost, because you allowed yourself to be a victim of abuse in the name of love
I understand maybe you are scared of loneliness and rejection
You value the time you have invested
But it is not going to end
Until you pack and never return
Maybe u fear nobody will ever love you again but trust me its not true
You are unique,beautful and a special woman, you deserve the best
The right love will find you again
And it won't leave you with scars and bruises in your beautful body
Never settle for less than your worth!
Spice doesn’t Like me Anymore
David J Walker
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
A taco would be nice
With a little Spanish rice but
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
Some frijoles with grated
cheddar cheese
would be fine but let me
add please,
leave off the jalapeno
cause its just No Bueno
Spice doesn’t like me any more
At one time I could eat it with ease
But now not even Chinese
That Goo goo Guy Pan is for a
Younger man
Cause Spice doesn’t like me anymore
So what am I supposed to eat
That doesn’t have just a little heat
There are very few dips
As good as Salsa and Chips
Too bad
Cause Spice isn’t nice
And nothing will suffice
And it’s hard to think twice
About paying the price
For guacamole with chipotle
Once more
But Spice doesn’t like me
Anymore
What doesn’t kill us …. may smother our soul
while brain and body breathe yet, as ever so;
Fragile core pieces may splinter and ache,
mourn the sparks fate did not wake
while notions continue for motion's sake;
What doesn’t break us …. may garrote our spirit,
burn our ink to day dark dust
where no write pens a peaceful brush
or pain stroked hush.
The raven has a bad reputation; it is undeserved.
Superstition has caused some to hate raven but, some fear him.
Birds are symbols for the soul; they fly close to Heaven.
Sometimes it doesn’t end,
Like dreaming in a coma.
It goes on and on
As if pursuing infinitude.
She speaks as if she fears the silence
Unable to put to put her lips to silence
Spewing sweetness and profanity
The loudness of her killing me silently,
Inside screaming for relief…
Yes, sometimes it doesn’t end
Like a movie where the credits never roll
It goes on and on
Watching her through the window.
Knowing so little
Knowing nothing,
Yet knowing all I need
That I am in love, besotted
Smitten…
Taken by that which stands before me
In love with a dream,
But in love
loving her
my mirage
knowing I can look but never touch
run but never reach
and the two meters between us
turns into a vast sea of infinitude
and sometimes it goes on and on
like a waterfall crashing into my heart
it goes on and on.
It’s a hard way to live from bed to bed.
Loveless nights by morning she’s alone.
Searching for attention; she’s relying on her shape and curves. Listening to men disrespectful words; it’s the small things that matters most making any situation hard for her to understand. The deadly issues of just getting a man. She claim to have waited two years for someone, who already knew the truth of her ways. Think about it. People talk without the facts if it’s true or not. Who wants a lady who has been known to be several types of pleasure for many men?
Love doesn’t come that easy.
Sorry Love.
She’s in a rush for things and willing to lose everything, maybe she doesn’t know.
She longs for that special touch
To feel a sense of satisfaction
To be loved
cared for
and accepted for who she is
She craves attention and acknowledgement
She doesnt know or understand her worth and value
So she searches for love in all the worng areas
Settling for second best and missing out on everything she is worth
Doing anything to be told how beautiful she is,
how amazing she is
and how worthy she is
She doesnt know who she is and needs someone to define her
He makes her smile
He makes her laugh
But he tourtures her and frightens her
But she'l do all she can to receive that satisfaction for one moment
Then she finds you,
she doesnt know you
and doesnt understand
But she knows that you love her and accept her
and will never leave her
She just hopes that one day
she'l look to you first before craving physical affection
from him
A plum tree blooms by my inkstone-washing sink,
And every blossom is stained with the light ink.
Though lack of bright colors for people to praise,
It fills the world with pure fragrance and rays.
(tran.)
Who will keep me cozy like a teapot
Who will adore even my beauty spot
I feel so cold as if I am in arctic region
I need her so sternly in my every season
Who will give me hope when I feel depressed
By seeing whose look I will be impressed
I make efforts so hard but my luck doesn’t favor
Now-a-days it seems we are two banks of a river
It’s highly unlikely I'd want you to like me sticking your nose in my business,
too then go write me word impolitely a view subjectively witnessed,
condemn my behaviour speak like the saviour off to the high road in bliss,
ignorant with no hold on yourself arrogantly involved with myself why not resist,
because,
condemning aloud stokes the fire evoking a vile to carry on with,
new words feed flames you div so an incite all I give,
you stoked the fire let flames enlighten,
don't get involved when others are fighting.
It's Stupid.
love is not just something u feel, its also something you can see.
every tear is like a peace of my heart driping out.
im wrong your right but im only wrong because i said you were right.
life is hard but dont worry it get harder.
if life throw something at you, just throw it back harder.