Best Earphones Poems
This won't be a pretty picture, but I'm going to use this paper to put my art on
I'm not heartless, let me show you where my heart's gone
Should I be ashamed? Should I hide my scars?
Some were gave to me, others inflicted from self-harm
The weight of the world on my shoulders, is easy to carry compared to the pain in my heart
I fell so many times and had no one helping me up
How could I be alone when I have depression telling me I suck
I wanted to get close to you Chantal, but depression was right there
It made me push away my dream girl and continued to be my nightmare
Age 13 I lost my virginity to a girl called Meg
I grew up quicker than I should have
I wonder if she ever thinks of me? Do I pop into her head?
It wasn't her first time, so I doubt it was as special for her
If she reads this, I hope I can make her feel special with words
There I go, Putting out stuff about me the world doesn't need to know
I'm probably wrong for putting my heart on display when I write this
I just hope people who give this a read will grow
Even if they judge me, I don't think I can hide this
I battle suicidal thoughts daily, so a lot of people consider me weak
I can rhyme my pain perfectly, but I'm unable to deliver a speech
When my ex cheated, was the guy richer than me?
Was he bigger than me?
I don't need to know, tell the bartender it's a hard liquor for me
All of my mistakes came with a lesson attached
I've never touched drugs, even though my brother and sister are injecting smack
Who am I to judge, when I used to pick up blades and made myself start bleeding
Depression makes me tired, anxiety prevents me from sleeping
I was bullied at school and made to feel worthless
I can't be a good poet, because I don't know how to word it
Got told I shouldn't love hip hop cause I'm a white dude
You don't have the right to listen to Rakim, Nas, Big Pun and Ice Cube
I was confused as to why they cared so much about what's playing in my earphones
Dealing with my fears alone
Bipolar so a lot of people label me weird
Sometimes I wish I wasn't able to hear
I find it hard to open up to new people who come close
I hide my feelings to the best of my ability from people I know
I'm only human, I hope you can learn from my mistakes
This is my real life pain, but to you its just words on a page
THE DUMB BLONDE
Our dumb blonde leader is a total buffoon
Living in cloud cuckoo land in his cocoon
His party's starved our N. H. S.
Now the country is in a mess
Thinks the flu virus will be over real soon...
OUR CRACKPOT GOVERNMENT
They wanted to create herd immunity
Run covid - 19 through our community
Now that's a war crime
They should all do time
Par for the course, they'd all get impunity...
(ON A LIGHTER Note)
TIMMMY MCGEE
There was an old man called Timmy McGee
Every day he'd drink a gallon of tea
One night forgot to do
His business on the loo
He woke up floating next morning in pee...
HAPPY BUCK
There was an old man known as Happy Buck
Loved loud music but he ran out of luck
Had earphones in each ear
Poor old Buck didn't hear
Approaching sound of a thirty ton truck...
JED THE KEEPER
At the zoo a big cat keeper called Jed
Instead of meat tried to give them stale bread
They roared in defiance
Poor Jed lost his balance
One saw his chance and bit off his head...
BILLY GILL
The dumb outlaws led by Billy Joe Gill
Bank and train robbery they had no skill
They tried to leave town
But they were tracked down
Now they all lie in a plot on Boot Hill...
Written 2nd April 2020.
She sat on a park bench late Christmas night
a hallmark moment in my memory.
For relaxing there, she was quite the sight
her face shone as if buffed by emery.
The soft snow lay like a fluffy duvet
covering all in a blanket of white.
And sitting slouched in a casual way,
her silhouette stood out in the moonlight.
She blended right in with the Yuletide mood
earphones on, listening to Christmas songs.
And finding her there I didn't intrude
for in her mind, she was where she belongs.
There are many ways to gift a present
sometimes, simply by not being present.
Nov. 24, 2018
Your Heart is
Big and Mysterious,
My charming Husband.
Beating hard on a bike ride
Pulling our family onward
You listen to your earphones.
Besting me, admonishing me
Yet believing in me... Your faith
is Jewish/Buddhist/Christian.
Amused during thrillers
Belittling the monsters I fear
Sarcasm is your weapon.
Breaking stride, you smile
I know what you want
You're my patron.
You're my person.
Technology AND Human Relationship Poem
It was on an April day When I was returning home,
Earphones plugged to my ears, listening to Music in my cellphone.
Typing Messages fast to my friends in Facebook.
While I, laughing Out Loud to their replies made other people Stare and Look.
At Home I am worse than is my usual routine,
Watching Movies in Laptop While eating my Double bean.
Simultaneously, aware of "Todays News" on T.V,
I discuss with my friends' tomorrows plan......"Hmmm...YES!!.Shall WE!!?"- Until-
"PUT That Phone Down Atleast FOR A Second!!!!!"
Ordered my Mom sternly tapping her fair folded hand.
Not to test her patience, I went out , to the backyard-
There my little sister called out," Buffalo, Whale....Goatie, DOG".
I scowled and frowned taken aback by her words aloud. Where
My face softened when she pointed to the clouds
Together We saw them changing shapes
We smiled when we related them to rhymes from tapes.
We played, talked and pronounced words which were tricky. Until
Famished, We went to the kitchen and made sandwich, A-Mr. Mickey.
Maybe... I should say NO TO Technology!!!!
For blinding me from seeing and loving my dear family!!!??
HUH!! But what do I see when I enter our hall!!!
My family, crowded around the telephone making 'Phone Calls!!?'
My sister turned on the 'Skype!!' to talk to her spouse?
"What?" I Gasped,"YOU People ARE Into Technology, IN This House!!???"
"YES", they Laughed. "WE USE Technology TO Encourage AND Strengthen Human Relationships, Dear".
GOD Bless YOU ALL
I sit alone, invisible, on this chair
In a climate conditioned 22.
Surrounded by pin-boards, computers and boxes
At a grey corner desk in a zoo.
Detachable shelves hang, offering a space
To put all our things of import.
People whisper and gossip and mutter and moan
Complaining about public transport.
Glass walls are spotless, cleaned beyond clean,
I sit quiet and silent and wonder
Who fills these filing cabinets with heaps of piles
Of forms too many to number.
The clock, the exit sign, first aid, water bottle
There’s so much fun stuff to look at.
Nah, not really, it’s dull as all heck,
My earphones block out the chit chat.
This music blocks thoughts, blocks phone conversations,
Blocks noises of office and drawers.
Allows me to focus on the book I am writing
On how to teach maths to the scores.
Teaching gifted, and strugglers, hotshots and lazy.
How to engage every single school student.
To inspire their minds, how to make them solve problems
So their life can experience improvement.
I sit alone at this desk, this desk of deep thought,
In an office of busy and clean,
Not to be entertained or amused or treated
But to strengthen the mind of the teen.
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sultry aestival zephyr's puffing
as elated lilt's playing - I'm huffing
abdominal heftiness
yeah! it exploded! SUCCESS!
OOOPS!!! earphones plugged in ears . . . they're laughing.
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"DENTIST"
I called to make an appointment,
it was for a deep cleaning.
"Friday at 8AM please," I said.
"Alright, Friday at 8 it is."
Friday came and soon I found
myself in the chair of doom.
"Alright Eddie, ready for your cleaning?"
I put my earphones in and laid myself back.
the cleaning was a success.
"All done, luckily you caught this gum
disease in time. now we can keep
watch every three months
instead of six. you'll have your teeth
until you are old and gray."
the dentist smiled and walked me to
the exit.
it was in that moment, I realized
I paid $500 to prolong the proper
timing of my teeth falling out.
I guess I can't complain too much,
I got a free toothbrush.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave the air conditioners on, when it’s still winter at, 10 BELOW!
A worker controls the temperature… from 8 states away, so has his fun!
Everyone works in parkas, gloves, and earmuffs, every, single day, bar none!
It wouldn’t continue if the Uppity Ups, didn’t work in warmer rooms above!
Darn those Corporations, they have no common sense, what-so-ever, at all!
All the chairs are broken, that’s hard, since they’re rocks from a prehistoric age!
And all have to scavenge for working earphones, around the room, every day!
The computer tools aren’t working, someone mysteriously, turned them off.
But they still want one call resolution, of all problems in ten minutes or less.
The pay is next to nothing, so the Company stock looks SO good, by gosh!
Benefits and HR are in India, where they don’t understand any English, at all!
All the pay increases were capped, oh, about eight or maybe, ten years ago!
Now they’ve quit hiring those who finished high school, and want to work.
There’s even been fights in what has now, been designated, as Hoodlum Row.
They’re here, for the long run, and don’t even bother, to answer their phones!
The entire town was shut down due to snow, and if you didn’t come in that day…
Well, you know the story, someone in another state, simply, docked your pay!
They had asked to use vacation time, but that took 2 months to fix, by the way!
Quitting time is obvious, as all the bosses mysteriously, suddenly, drift away.
The penguins came with Hubby one day, and have come back, every day since.
Their snowball fights, in the aisles, are legendary each and every day! Amen!
They don’t complain, love the cold, answer the phones, and people quickly hang up!
Since the customers can’t understand what they say… they’re handle time, rocks!
Hubby snuck a plastic spoon from the lunchroom, which he guards with his very life.
It helps him tremendously, as he digs out thru the ice, when it comes to quitting time.
Collaboration Carol and (Hubby)
Who expects to do a deed of kindness...
doesn't it happen unexpectedly?
Late this afternoon strolling down wide streets
with blooming oaks that smelled heavenly,
I helped a blind woman cross an intersection where kids
race on motorbikes with earphones plugged in their ears.
Teens blasting music laughed hysterically at her who's of advanced age,
and screaming they insulted her " Stay home, old fart...don't walk.
by yourself, many crazy boys will run you over and not look'! "
" Shout your foolish mouths! " I fetched words of rage.
" Has any of you done a deed of kindness today? Even the smallest one can make
you proud to have a golden heart! " Listen to this guy! Nice people suck! "
The tallest and scruffiest one said giving me the finger. " Wait until I am finished,
then you wish you had never made that sick remark! "
My voice raised and thundered rising eyebrows in the busy park,
" Do a deed of kindness today, help others in need and be blessed! "
Lots of folks cheered and approached me while the punks ran off,
" They are trouble makers and they think they are so tough! "
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
I've got my earphones on
My hoodie says billabong
Writing lyrics about her while playing my favorite song
All the right moves like
Mahjong.
I'm weird so if she's the girl I'm King Kong
Okay okay that sounds so wrong.
Love is a game maybe ping pong.
It's raining notice the high seas?
Have you seen a beauty like this?
I think that she's a Pisces
She's in dreams and memories
Classic like the Asiatic Dynasties
See her in my dreams or maybe some prophecies.
Medicinal like pharmacies
She makes fire Prometheus.
She's law like Archimedes
She's unique
A rare commodity
Elegant lady
The essence of true beauty
Heart of the city
That would be she
If we were together I would be the he
But she's pretty so believe me
I'll go further and show a picture just see
Introspective like a soliloquy
Write poetry
To express emotions and visions non verbally
Adjectives describing her beauty
Make you see
That I am a visionary
Words are like hands that touch your heart but not physically
My words are laced passionately
Showcasing her superior quality
Lyrically
Inter dimensional beyond 3D
I wanna be her first samurai
Her love is up above just look at the sky
Maybe i can be with her if I try
She's so pretty oh my.
Sometimes a unwanted sound
Known to bounce all around
It goes up and down
Is it pollution?
Earphones or earplugs is the solution
It volumes can be controlled on the radio or television
Played on loudspeakers gives it an longer extension
It can block, distort, change or interfere with the meaning of a message in both human and
electronic communication
In a broader sense it still is considered to be information
It can be heard on a short-wave loud or low
Like light and water it has a continuous flow
Noise is also used in the creation of 2D and 3D images
In any electronic circuit, there exist random variations in currents or voltages
Beethoven,
I love you.
But you play your
Moonlight Sonata
On a bleak night and
I am left-
In my coffin
Bones devouring
Flesh-
Eyes drowning in chasms
Left wide open-
Wearing a black dress
With a white collar
Sweeping dust and talking
To myself
All the delicate Ballerinas
Of the world
Softly dance with those
Grotesque girls
Who were told they were
Too fat to perform
When they were alive
And the Cavaliers watch from afar-
As they write poetry drained
With Disdain towards
The Love
They never had and never lost
The Emersons and the Twains
Watch quietly--
The Einsteins, Newtons, and Hookes-
Scribble formulas on napkins
As they try to calculate
The changing notes your Piano Plays---
The kings quarrel and start a war.
Scared for the life I have already lost I-
Clench to the hand of the
Man next to me
Who died of cancer because he
Swore and drank too much
All our thoughts collide
The piano plays on
Newspapers rot
And it all flashes before me-
The Pharaohs
The Kings
The Wars in the name of God
The poems
The symphonies
Centuries filled with Nothing
People
People
People
It all flashes before me-
As we die again
And again
The process repeats itself at least twice-
Until I wake up in my bed,
Shudder,
Take off my earphones
And stare at the
Empty room around me.
I was always well spoken and knew how to conversate
But at school I was going through too many personal problems to sit down and concentrate
I couldn't pay attention in class, everything the teachers said left my head
I'd go home and throw on some Hip-Hop, I was taught by Gangstas instead
Raised in foster care because I wasn't as important to my parents as drink
I fell in love with Hip-Hop and the way rappers were sharing their ink
The storytelling, messages and the way they were rhyming
Rakim, Nas, Wu Tang bringing brightness to my life without showing me their diamonds
Lyrical Gangstas became my teachers
Earphones in, I fell in love with every word coming through the speakers
I couldn't focus in class so they expected to see the kid fail
But I felt inspired whenever I heard Eminem, Ice Cube and Big L
I was falling and it was rappers who didn't know I exist that managed to reach me
Nas taught me more about life through his lyrics than teachers could teach me
Going to the local music shop weekly
Spending all of my pocket money on a Hip-Hop CD
Most kids want Candy but I didn't care for sweets
I just wanted to listen to new lyrics and to hear some beats
Then sit and debate about which rapper is spitting the best words
and which rapper had the best verse
50 Cent released get rich or die trying when I was 11 and that album became my soundtrack
If he can survive getting shot 9 times, then I can bounce back
I was slowly finding myself right after they said the kid's lost
I was taught by Gangstas and raised by Hip-Hop
I was always well spoken and knew how to conversate
But at school I was going through too many personal problems to sit down and concentrate
I couldn't pay attention in class, everything the teachers said left my head
I'd go home and throw some Hip-Hop on, I was taught by Gangstas instead
SMALL TOWN LIBRARY - OCTOBER
Sleepy with silent words , soundless print
Outside a world of school bells and traffic hum.
Cant keep my focus, glasses need renewing.
Read same line seven times, I’m losing
My place - losing my grip. I am
Held in a place where speech ends and
Time stops - quiet, silence, hush , no noise.
Afternoon long pale crimson sun oozes
Into gloomy room, lone sunbeam edging
Into the forbidden roomy gloom.
Silent stealthy steps like a yellow cat with
Dust motes held in its claws.
Snoozing over yesterday’s newspapers
Old man agreeing, nodding, mutters,
Nodding at the 1968 UN yearbook.
Studying and skimming thru files for a look
Imperceptible earphones in students head.
Kids being shushed for fairy tales being read
Smell of polished tables and newly-printed paper gloss,
Books on shelves by the dusty dozen to choose,
Quotes and poems by Zola, Balzac and Moses,
Flies buzz lazily by, old librarian checks books out,
Buzz, flicker, and plink-plonk from the faulty tube light.
Doze, lose consciousness,
Soon be November - winter approaching….
Got to save energy = mc squared = MC2…..
CO2 + H2O is acid rain = droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven…..and
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night, ****
And so to sleep , perchance to………….wake
In a place where speech ends,
Time stops………………….
**** Langston Hughes (1902-1967), U.S. poet. April Rain Song (l. 4-6)