Best Epicme Poems
"SWEET LITTLE HONEY"
My father had no respect for the world..
A big drug trafficker..
When I was just a little girl!
Living for the glory of money.
He smiled and looked down at me..
Sitting me on his lap he called me his, "Sweet little honey!"
And told me, " This job is going to bring him to his death."
Handing me a back pack.
My daddy send me to what I thought was a school in Texas.
Giving me a kiss and a pat on my back.
He held my hand while we crossed the, Rio Grand.
Carrying a 10 pound educational white brick book.
I walked with a smile beyond the border into another land.
Waving good-bye with his devilish look.
I thought of nothing and got on that bus.
5 years pass, I'm 15 living a life like a crook.
One day I asked my dad for some money.
He sat me down calling me his, "Sweet little honey."
And told me, "It's all his fault for leading me the wrong way!"
Denying me the needs for my addiction.
I got upset and aggravated by his reaction.
I pulled out a gun with out a word to say.
Pulling the trigger was my action.
With out feeling guilt, I looked back at that one day.
He called me his, "Sweet little honey."
Handing me a 10 pound educational white brick book.
Now I'm the one waving good-bye with the devilish look..
by;p.d.
** not my story**
I have heard people declaim
That Africa is the dark continent
Plagued by war, sickness and famine
The aridity of such a claim
Has left my people to pine.
Yes, I grant through the years,
Africa has suffered from war, famine, and sickness.
Yet, dear reader, is it Africa alone?
From East to West,
Death has reared himself a throne.
I beseech thee, O reader, let thy ear be attentive
To the confessions of Robin.
For these declamations
Have led many into error.
It is not my intention
To absolve Africa of her share of the blame
Yet my beloved continent,
Is both home to the good and the bad
The best and the worst
Why then dwell only, on all that is base.
Lineal son of Africa that I am
My heart bleeds -
Seeing that the soothsayers and naysayers
Are moving among our villages and cities
Congesting our airwaves
Shamefully declaring
That the Ides of March have come
Unlike Caesar, I dare - reply that they haven’t come and will never come!
For mine experiences have taught me a lot of things
And I dare you to discard that label hoary
Coined many and many years ago by many a missionary.
Allow me then to tell you Africa’s story
For that is my sole ambition.
Of her past glory
I will say no more
For the pyramids of Egypt will testify for eternity
The Great Zimbabwe Ruins
Stand tall and erect in the Savannah plains
A monument to the greatness of their builders
Don’t you dare believe that fable
Told to many a school boy in colonial Africa days gone by
That mine ancestors could not create such a piece of art
Just go to my village this day
And you will see many stonehouses standing
A testimony to our heritage.
Her natural beauty is second to none
Heaven, excluded - for I am talking to men not angels.
Since I am weary
Let me tarry. God willing will continue tomorrow!
Form:
I've got a voice
Actually I've got two
They serenade the crevices of my brain
And tell me what to do
In one ear
We've got Mr. Nice
A misleading Name
With this guy, mercy won't suffice
Blood... guts
He lives for the gore
I just wish...no, I pray
That he wouldn't talk to me anymore
In the other ear
I hear Dr. Kill
Pretty Self Explanatory
This guy's mentally ill
His whisper's like that of an angel
His commands are inhumane
I can't live another day
With a mind so insane
For these voices
I've killed
Slurped the blood
That spilled
Danced with the corpses
While they decayed
Punctured my own skin
With a razor sharp blade
Stop talking to me!
I don't want to hear what you have to say
Never mind, I think I like it
Goddamn it! why am I this way
I beg for that third voice
But it hides
Cowers behind the shadows
Of the other guys
Please conscience
Come back to me
Why can't we be friends
Like we used to be
But that's my head
A soulless slaughter mill
A psychotic structure under the reign of
Two voices named Mr. Nice and Dr. Kill
If everybody was gone on this
earth.
It was just me and her.
I would be the happiest person on
this planet.
The best thing on earth I would
have it.
They say I don't know love, I'm
too young.
I'm old enough to tell you, your
wrong.
Something is telling me we
belong.
When I close my eyes, I see you.
When I see you, I want to be with
you.
When I'm with you, I want to be
with you forever-Mario Perez
Ich such dos shtetl
Wos mer wird zogn
wos mer baj zejn vergongenhejt
nich reizn, wos mer zogt,
wo sejn di wolkns, wos is geblibn
vun de zejt mer hot nich mer gehert.
Mer zogn leben,
gezejtn zogt mer zej dos mer,
wo wosr nich mecht misn sejn strond.
Wos seg ch' fir mejn leben,
wor ols gewesn a luft,
a donk vun a blinder,
wu mich ken sehn mit sej oign.
A endlos schwajgn wor gekumn,
mit mejn iker a zwojts,
zerflußn wi a regn.
Iber geslech, iber hajser,
gebrent mit a rojtn schajn,
fligt a wolkn.
Nem majn bilt furt vun dej schtot,
lern mi ojs tantsn.
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Was wird man sagen,
was über seine Vergangenheit,
nicht reisen, so sagt man,
wo sind die Wolken, was ist geblieben
von der Zeit, nichts hat man mehr gehört.
Wir sagen wir leben,
das Meer hat Gezeiten, wie man so sagt,
das den Strand nicht missen möchte.
Was sag ich von meinem Leben?
War alles nur Trugbild,
ein Dank eines Blinden,
der mich mit seinen Augen sehen kann?
Ein endloses Schweigen war hereingebrochen,
mit meinem Gesicht kam ein zweites,
zerfloss wie im Regen
über Gassen und Häuser,
verbrannt mit rotem Schein
zieht eine Wolke.
Trag' mein Bild aus der Stadt,
lern' mich das Tanzen.
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What will they say,
what about the past,
no travelling, so they say,
where are the clouds, what is left
of time, nothing more was heard.
We say we are alive,
the ocean got its tide, as they call it,
which does not want to miss the beach.
What shall I say about my life?
Was everything a fatamorgana,
a grace of a blind man,
who can see me with his eyes?
An endless silence had set in,
with my face came a second,
melted as if it was rain,
over alleys and houses,
scorched with a red gleam
a cloud is wandering.
Carry my picture from the town,
teach me to dance.
barbwire fingers and razor blade kisses i touch you're face and kiss you're neck its never
more then once for fear that you will leave and never be seen again. when you found me i
was whole and you hollowed me out now a shell i can't be with out you i was there standing
and we danced to the wrist-cutter fun land ,you took me to the hustlers hide out and we
watched the masses you saw your self and we left to the sounds of a nation dying under
your curse i am the one who ignited the enlighten to be all they could be in a world of
self hate and when the rum spilled you found it was not your own I'm your toy and your my
pet now we watch the world burn and the cities fall to giant shadows full of hate and fear
when you find what i found you will be the next victim of your own hand you have no choice
but i don't want to let you go and you leave and its just me now i have you next to me i
wish i could see what will happen next but you are leaving now and there you are catching
a bus to the next lost soul in a hideout no one can find even for the first time you find
you shell and you refill it to the beat of body hitting the wall is you mind you're doing
it right in my eyes you see what it really is and you find what he was looking for and
never told him he's still looking and i have seen what you wanted no I'm yours and i don't
want it any other way ...........
john comstock
There is a brotherhood among soldiers
a bond a band a fellowship
that those at battle’s end speak of
I long for its connection, its embrace
Yet here you lay blood bubbling from your lips
as you try to speak to me Beg me for comfort
in your final setting sun
My hand cannot stop the rose petals that burst
from your body with each failing breath.
In our eyes we both know the outcome
But in my heart my secret my truth
I hate the burden you have left the living
The wind is whistling through the trees,
fear has brought me to my knees.
The moon is bright and full,
it's time for the midnight ghouls.
Trying to outrun the dark,
I an feel terror making it's mark.
Stumbling and tripping as I run,
All Hallows Eve is full of dark fun.
Hearing the footsteps right behind,
my house I may never find.
What was that in the bush?
My insides turn to mush.
Trying desperately not to fall,
behind me I hear an evil call.
The witches cooking up their brew,
what am I supposed to do?
In front of me is a black cat,
over my head just flew a bat.
Surrounded by shadows and the night,
for my life I'll have to fight.
Did you hear that distant howl?
What about that creepy owl?
On the wind you'll hear my screams,
Claimed by the ghosts and undead things.
There is a hole,
In my Ozone,
The layer I keep all to myself,
For selfish needs,
The tendencies and statistics will alarm.
But say once,
And say a million times,
That I am wrong for sleeping inside...
I am aware of such forgiveness,
I am letting go of this self centered world.
And how I have shown,
Nothing too powerful.
I was devoted but was it obscured?
The ocular lense you look through is faulty,
But it gets the best reviews,
Among the people of the world...
Study me under surgical lights,
Monotonous and scientific lies.
Oh, how you are pittied in the eyes of much more than men.
Calculating and debating,
Over something I know to be true,
I would speak up,
I would die for this,
But I am bound and my lips are glued.
Gravity ceases to stay,
My heart I set free,
Go up, up and away,
Fly into what they see as oblivion,
But I know you are going home,
I am going home.
A mental escape,
To take the pain away,
It's cold and as I close my eyes,
My arms writhe in agony and my legs tremble,
I silently say 'goodbye'.
Goodbye to this world,
You were just a purgatory for much more.
Soon I will be up in the sky,
Knocking on golden plated doors.
The turn of a page,
The secret gestures of meaningless numbers,
And whoa,
To you for killing me so.
You sew up the lifeless experiment,
My body,
No match for such a civilization as your's.
He will see me coming,
And He will see that this is what you show.
So for the last seconds of the world,
Before it all has to end,
You can repent or keep on disposing of bodies,
Throw them down the vent.
Into the fire,
We are reborn,
And even in death we do not stray.
I feel sorry for you because I know,
What could happen to men like you,
On the world's last day.
The make-up and clothes
doesn't make you,
You make the material.
Your eyes bring me to live,
But your smile is a killer.
I think your dimples are the
best feature.
Your beautiful heart is a
teaser,
For me to buy a ringer for your
finger.
If I had you,
I know I would be a winner.
I wanna keep you warm during
the winter.
You are perfect in my picture.
You make me wanna stand
with you,
In front of a preacher-Mario
Perez
"Adam, you done jabbering?
Quit those lips a flappin'!
And you think I wanted to be stuck with you?
Get a clue! Throw me some Brad Pitt!
In fact, Adam, Ima call you Frank...
because oh MAN you sure do stank!"
"And don't you call me Baby!
He was right, you are crazy!
Thinkin' you're going be sittin' around lazy?
You better get to digging in that ground,
digging me up some food before you get drowned!
And you better do it without making a sound."
"As for that Slinky dude, at least
he ain't got no attitude!
And he knows how to listen to a woman,
'stead of sittin' on his duff chillin'."
And Frank (I call him because he still stank)
Began to see me in a whole new light.
In my beautiful Garden, he has to be taught,
After all, God told me he lacked in thought.
And my friend, the snake, by the way... was a misprint
Author made a mistake.
My friend the snake - there was no evil.
He is around in case I need to get 'Medieval'
on this fool Adam (Frank..who has yet to bathe).
"Now Frank, go to the river and bathe so I
don't have to smell your stink, then you can
come back and apologize. Perhaps then we'll see
if I'll let you kiss my feet."
And that is the story of Adam and Eve,
or Amy and Frank, if you please.
*For my chosen Adam, Frank Herrera.
7th place in the "Eve in Eden" contest by Deb Guzzi.
A. Green
Mario where have you been?
I haven't seen you in church ?
I know you been hurt,
But that's doesn't give you the
reason to play in dirt!!
You use to be my role model,
Now your lost in sea,
And your that empty bottle.
Your living like Y.o.l.o is the
motto.
Gambling in life,
Hoping you win the lotto?
Come on Mario,
You know you might not live
tomorrow!!
What about the advice you let
me borrow?
You do what you told me not to
do, you give me sorrow!
You told me in God you follow.
Be a man and your pride
shallow-Mario Perez
Fire of Desire
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Held as a willing captive to my erotic desires, there are no boundaries that either you or I
set or require
Through out the seemingly endless night I sate my olympian desire held in check for so long
until now
I apologize as you learn that sometime what sleeps is for reasons good and yet pain and
pleasure mingles
As you wantonly submit yourself in all ways to my needs such a tender and long chaste
woman's willing flesh
Mere minutes before the morning comes you leave me so very reluctantly as the knowledge
Of the forbidden passions unleashed by my touch and the burning yearning chasm awakened
By my gentle precise kiss is now a thing for which you will crave eternally
Understand one thing, what transpired between you and I was far from pure yet so very
natural
Even more so it was carnal and primal, the animal instinct will now and always burn
For my touch like a fire deep inside you longing into the sleepless night
I stop you from making promises and rash decisions after you have learned firsthand
That the whispers of my gift and the status of my love tools were not even remotely
exaggerated
You and I both had a destined desire from the first time our eyes danced in the dim dining
rooms light
And you already know that I am not to be possessed, only briefly tasted
So return to the comfort and security you chose long before you ever saw me
He's at home and he knows that I am now and forever your blessing and curse
For you will many times tell the tale as the chosen few have before you
About the time you made love to me as you say; No it's not a lie it really happened
Ask him he'll tell you, and no he's not an icon, just a man larger than life and powerful
Beautiful is how he made me feel, he lit this fire inside me
And it burns so bright and deeply into the night.
Surrounded by endless space
Stars and moons
Make up my home
But its all devoured in one second by the black hole heart.
I should run
Instinctively I know
But I’m curious
I must get a better look
I moved closer
My heart pounds with excitement
Adrenaline rushes through my body
Closer,
Closer
I sense danger
I know I should step back
But you are magnificent
I feel like I’ve seen it before
Closer,
Closer
Too close
I slip over the edge
I’ve reached a point of no return
I’ve fallen into your black hole heart.
You lured me forward
And sucked me in
I can’t breath
I clamp my eyes shut
But they burst open
Blood shot
And foggy eyed
They burn at the sight of you.
You laugh as you see me struggle
I’m glad I can amuse you
As the weight crushes every bone in my body
Compressing me to nothing.
No light will surpass
No reflection
I suffocate in this vacuum of dark nothingness
But I don’t want air
The sooner this ends the better
There is only one way out and that is Death
There is no escaping the black hole heart.
My heart beats loud in my ears
Only a for a few more times
I go to a happier place
I turn to my thoughts
My memories
My dreams
Thinking about them makes me smile
Even at a time like this
The more I think about it the more real it becomes
But the black hole punctures through my thoughts
Ripping through the scenery of my imagination
Destroying everything I love.
I truly have nothing now
I’m as empty as you are
Amazing how something that brings in everything near
Is so hollow
An empty heart.
You must have felt some pity in that empty heart of yours
Then again, I am quite pitiful
You spit me out into a now vacant space
But sadly,
I’ll get swallowed again
For I will fall for your black hole heart every time.
First I wanna thank God,
For making life hard.
Thanks mom,
For being the bomb.
Thanks dad,
Forgiving me what I had.
I also wanna thank Amy,
For always helping me.
Thanks Shane,
For showing me the lane.
Thanks Paul,
For telling me to give it my all.
Thanks Brook,
For telling me to give it a
second look.
Thanks sis,
For always giving our mom the
assist.
Thanks bros,
For making me strong from my
head to my toes.
Thanks Lauren and Jess...
Friends like y'all, I know I'm
bless.
Thanks nephew,
I wish my son is like you.
Thanks Cici,
You made my life when you
hug and kiss me.
Thanks family,
Y'all help build me.
Thanks Katie Beth,
You always was there and you
tired your best.
You taught me a lot,
Your always going to be in my
heart.
You toke me from my old life,
Your a good friend and person
no lie-Mario Perez