Best Erica Poems
Serial Murder in Haiku
Murder one: Mary Lou
A prostitute dead
Motionless body cold blood
Killer on the loose
Murder Two: Stephaney
Body found in ditch
Brutally mutilated
Police have no clue
Murder Three: Erica
Another girl dead
Throat slit in dark alleyway
Body left no clue
Murder Four: Julie
Girl strangled in car
Hand prints found around her neck
Police have a clue
Murder Five: The catch
Murder of four girls
Sentence to life in prison
No chance of parole
I'm sensing something familiar as a lost memory
coming back and revealing itself in realistic form;
glancing at the rose-covered gate without a worm,
it looks different, somewhat newer; its color was gray
and roses that now cling weren't there...it's so enchanting!
Looking closer, I perceive another feeling of elation slowly rising.
An old house with long florid windows stood there,
beautiful flowers waved on windowsills looking out to the daisy-draped lawn...
that was the only beauty it had, then Erica ran down
and met me and gave me the most gorgeous sunflower;
I couldn't resist the lovely smile in those eyes color sapphire...
she was burning like the dry desert sand and asked me to quench her fire!
I recognized the passionate gleam in her enamored look, yet fearful as a deer;
she led me through the rose-covered gate with unbelievable rush, her fair hand
was much warmer than the blood in my bursting veins, we had to explode
in passion and emit moaning screams that only the serenading bluejays could hear.
There it laid: a bed made of lilacs and jasmines...strong was the aroma I breathed,
I pulled her down as someone too desperate to devour and satisfy with eager eyes;
and too happy to lose myself in that ecstasy, I became the wild man she needed...
chimerical as dreamers, we clung to each other and sighed in our splendid Paradise.
Oh, aren't they grand
Love comes dancing
hand in hand
Bowing to each other
Fluttering lashes all around
From the yoke of sensual bondage
You leave me wanting more
Needing drops of grace to save me
The lust of my youth still cries out
With a touch of his fingers to skin
He would rekindle her lust even higher
With a twinkle in his eye, he bows to her
A garden I have, which, has never been touched
Though, he is a proud gardener I can tell
Therefore, lord, protect me from my thoughts
For the bloody butcher, has me at his will
I beg of you, keep my thoughts from me
Let him not take it from me, as the others before me
5 15, 2012
Was watching "The Other Boleyn Girl" Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson, Erica Bana from 2008. Someone might try casting king Henry with red hair since he was a redhead.
Let me tell you about, this girl I know,
that has a heart colder than snow.
She live's the life of the street's,
that's all she know's, that's all she could be!
She stay making move's...
It's now time, to play the game by her own rule's!
She drops out of school, in the tenth grade...
Money is what she know's, money is what she made!
Get's engage to the street's,
tried of all the lame's,
tried of the weak!
Her life was remade,
It's now time to pave a new way!
Reborn... right from of the grave, of life!
All chip's in... She just rolled the dice!
Here come's new life...
At the age of fifteen, here come's a new scene!
Her first son was made...
Now it's time to step up the game!
Had three car's, all in her name...
The car's was never legit,
A chop shop, made all those serial number's fit!
As her baby boy, had the Jordan's he couldn't even began to fit!
Paying all the bill's, even the rent.
Both brother's on the block,...
for the crib, wouldn't get hot!
A dopefiend dream, If you know what I mean!
Living the life...like scarface wife!
Pushing key's of coke,
rocking fur coat's!
Going on boat ride's, with white guy's!
Now the landlord, smoke's...
Renting the Lexus, for a dub of coke!
*****es envious, Nigga's is scarred!
Fronting' pound's, to help nigga's get on!
Baby's momma's, eating out of plams.
Wishing they can take her on!
Her baby daddy, is proud to have her on his arm!
Living the life....
Coming from the project's, to owning, complex's.
Strugling from being a minority,
coming from society,
living in poverty! ...
Copping to Drug Court, while other's do, 2- 4!
She's taking trip's,
Living lavish,
Looking flawless,
Living hood rich!
Devoted to the game,
living all the hood fame!
Putting, Erica Cane' to shame!....
My swagger so tight,
It's cutting into you, like a knife!
You can feel it swelling,.....
Cause your girl "TWANNA" is so .......
"OVERWHELMING"...
A sweetness
pours out of her pores
that pulls my quill
from the ma cab,
teasing my senses,
causing my heart to beat again.
The radiance
of her smile
claws at me
driving my
bestial heart
into a frenzy
bringing back
my fight for control
(of myself),
her slender curves
bite into
the back of my neck
driving me to a madness
that I barely
have a hold on.
She was my first true lover
our love was as an outlaw
not adhering to any set of rules
in the age of free love, we loved for free...
From German Town she came
coming to triumph over the sun
in the stage of my life that was the moon
for my life was early to rise...
The night was our secret river
loving beneath the heavens up to the pyre
she the star of more fertile fire
lover of lovers unleashing radiant desire...
When our souls first met
it seemed like only seconds
to say hello and kiss
when she left it took forever to say goodbye...
Shadow of death on my unfortunate lyre
in fathomless echos I cried out her name
death of our physicality, death of the flame
only black tears the shade of my pen...
She came from where red is the Eastern veil
where deepest seas entomb her light
Erica came like the sun to travel so far
then chose to span the world in godless flight...
You called out of the deep blue sky
When twilight was running from the night
Woke me from a fitful sleep
On the verge of dreams
Could this be reality
All the times you wonder in to my mind
When real was fare from itly
When your voice could only be heard in dreams
Now you just across the line
To good it seems
For truth to find
Tears formed begging to fall
But they never made it past my lashes
I willed them back to the portals they traveled from
This was not a sad phone call
Your voice was deep
Deeper then I remember
Perhaps it was from pain
Pain that rocks your mind, body and soul
I wanted to hold you in my arms
Make the demons that fallow you
Run and hide
If only for a short while
At times when it seems
God is not on are side
Though I can’t speak much for Them
Your words pored over me
Like water from a cup
Washing away all the fears
Dirt
That marked my skin
I heard that night
Just how much you love me
How much you want change
I believe in you
With all I am
My hart will always be yours
With all that I am
Yours forever
Erica
Out of This World
I dream
Of an outer-space galaxy
An incredible parallel universe
For only you and me
I spread my wings and soar
Come, the stars wont let us fall
Please come join me
Only you can break down this wall
Well fly away
To this special place I know
Our own stratosphere beyond the Milky Way
Where only you and I can go
Its a fantasy world
Well flee to this far away place
To forget our pain and build our dreams
That can never be erased
A life unknown
Instead of sadness, there's only pure bliss
And we no longer live on the air that we breathe
Now we survive on each hug and kiss
Simply serene
Simultaneous rays of moon and sunlight
Everything perfectly balanced
Never finding reason to fight
Hold me close
On this soft bed of sand
Then well walk this path together
Always hand in hand
Passing through a threshold
Many beginnings but never any ends
Falling upon completion
A lifetime together well spend
Copyright ©2007 Erica Marie King
As Erica fought for her liberty
She be truly began to see
What life would be like for her
But her troubles only got rougher
As she grew and claimed more
She often left others broken and sore
She destroyed them as she forged her path
Not stopping to think of her wrath
Devastation of local friendlies
Caused her to gain more enemies
She let nothing stand in her way
Dominating over her weaker prey
She turned a blind eye to her troubles
And it really left her in cultural rubbles
She fought for causes with such passion
But often refused to share the ration
Why didn’t she listen to the voices
And provide them with enough choices?
Why didn’t she think about equality
As she watched casualty after casualty?
Why didn’t she treat people right
While they continued to fight?
She sits atop with power so immense
But it seems she lacks common sense
If she would have just stopped to see
That her people weren’t living equally
She could have made the needed change
And maybe prevented the heated exchange
If she only could’ve seen what she was doing
She could have noticed what was brewing
Now maybe is the time for her reckoning
The moment to adapt is beckoning
It’s not too late to listen still
To collaborate and provide some goodwill
Erica has a chance to re-imagine a new way
Where peace guides her toward a new day
It has been a long wait,
Longer but reached
The battle that enemy started
Was nailed perpendicularly
With our lovely Princess!
Long, long ago!
A dream was conventional
To quench the burning stick
Nicknamed national quizzes
But resources and timing
Kicked away our fantasy
Though struggled enough
But never fought abundantly
Here came the princess
Erisinta her name
And said Dad don’t worry!
Leave the battle on me
No army is needed
I can conquer all alone
And sent the enemy far
Quash him to death
And that is what she did
A Princess of the Royal Ng’abokwa
A single-digit score,
With lower points than all,
Leveled Chibe and Chinga
Our SPS vanity
This is the real fight,
That my soul dreamed of,
Come and celebrate,
It is our culture to party,
Start mbeta all the way
The best of our tribe dances
Bigha Chimono bigha!
For if you stop dancing
Stones and sand shall!
Glorify our God,
For he has side our fight
Don’t forget the rituals
That bound us with grace
Praise the Almighty!
For His mercy and blessings
Have showered our canopy
Dedication to my Daughter Erica. 27-01-2025
Inspiring me to write about death
The frightening feel of loss
The weightless brilliance
Of the Chakra Seven
Housing my Light Body
Moving through universal realms
I hesitate
Infatuated with the ease
Of crossing over
To the extacy of this vibration
My senses fully awakened
From their physical sleep
The aliveness that death brings
The joy of finally knowing
What I always knew.
Communication is telepathic,
Effortless, instant, complete.
The movie of my life is viewed
Without judgement
I wrote the script.
I directed, produced, acted in and edited
My journey to Higher Consciousness.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and forgive me for saying
that I hated the music grandpa’s record player was playing.
It was from the forties as if I should be rumba swaying.
So I ran to the player and shut it off without thinking,
poor grandpa falls to the floor I notice he’s not blinking.
Grandma rubbed her eyes from drowning in whisky drinking.
I was in shock! Then I checked his pulse and no throbbing.
Crazy Uncle Stan was so dramatic and began sobbing,
as his hands clutched his face with his head bobbing.
I felt terrible, yet grandpa was a nuisance to only me,
So on my face was a smile hoping no one could see.
For my grandpa kicked the bucket! I was floored with glee.
His cruelty in my youth always gave me a complex.
Always shrugging me off during kindergarten projects.
He’d say, “We’re Slovakian, not one of those Czechs!”
God forbid I be a child who loves being in America!
One time he totally embarrassed my cousin Erica.
He farted loudly at her graduation and caused hysteria!
So when I saw the strung lights fall over him I smirked.
Grandma still so intoxicated she saw him and twerked.
Maybe she was excited he was gone and got perked?
All I know is that Christmas Eve this year I was amazed
at how I think I killed grandpa and grandma isn’t phased.
“For I am now an American hero, not a Slovak crazed!”
Just then I saw grandpa’s middle finger begin to twitch,
I said aloud, “maybe in death you still have an itch?”
Uncle Stan stopped weeping and turned the switch
of the record player on and guess what we really saw?
Grandpa’s eyes open wide; for we were all in awe!
He jumped up and his dentures he began to gnaw.
We were curious as to why the player was the cause
of grandpa dying, then Uncle Stan started the applause.
“O, take him back with you, I beg dear Santa Claus!”
I guess every year forties music will be played, no doubt,
so that grandpa will live another year…I WANNA SHOUT!
“What’s that Uncle Stan? Grandma is still passed out???”
The Night Before Contest
Joseph May
November 29, 2018
I see in the world, still today hate, racism, and discrimination.
We're supposed to work together under one nation.
I'll never understand how people can judge by skin color, orientation, or beliefs.
I hope one day everyone that gets hated on will get some relief.
I have black, white, middle eastern, and Chinese in my family.
Being racist or discriminatory I could never be.
I have gay, straight, and bi in my blood line.
Still in 2021 some people see this as a crime.
Mental health, handicapped, and addicts are in my family tree.
Color, orientation, and/or illness i do not see.
Lil Baby was right "its bigger than black and white"
We need to see the bigger picture, the problem is the way of life.
Spread love, NOT HATE it starts with each individual.
But it can't be just words, it needs to be visual.
Instead of judging color, look deeper to the mind and heart.
Thats where we each can start.
Teach our kids of love and not discrimination.
Then maybe this world can stop the separation.
Lil Baby said "every colored person ain't dumb and all whites not racist."
This world need to wake up and face it.
There's separation for many and it needs to stop.
Then maybe hate crimes can drop.
Politics are part of our issue too.
I have Trump and Biden fans in my friends and fam, but everyone has beliefs, what can I do.
Politicians are bullies and spread hate.
Look at their campaigns they're grown bullies and separation they create.
The world needs love and to not categorize.
Theres bad Individuals in all groups, and if we can remember that then maybe above hate we can rise.
Bad whites, bad blacks, bad cops, bad doctors, but on the opposite end most are good.
So spreading love, opening our minds to diversity and educating ourselves on what we don't understand is a should.
-Erica Berg 2021
Avril lavigne didn,t get any awards , win Nora jones got seven from sum
Wackoe judging boards ! It makes it hard 4 avril , 2 let her colors show !
And after Blair witch two , wair did tristine skylar go ?
Sum people say , she,s hanging out with Erica Kane ,
Ime so glad she didn,t take ride on Peter tomarken,s aero plane !
Peter tomarken crashed his plane ! Bob Collins crashed his plane too !
Robert kenneddy crashed his plane . But Darryl Hannah made it thrue !...
Greeting Angels
Caylee, are you listening?
I just wanted you to know
that we prayed that you’d get justice
but I guess it won’t be so.
And I wondered if you met Tesslynn
when you reached that heavenly shore
and was little Lattie waiting?
Lord there are so many more.
Noah, John, Luke and Paul
and little sister Mary Yates,
Adam, Amy, Nixmary and Amber;
only God could know their fates.
JonBenet’ and Riley Ann,
way too soon these children died.
Polly, Kelsey and Jessica;
oh Lord the tears I’ve cried.
Samantha, Austin and Justin,
Terrance, Erica and Lily too,
Liam, Cyrus and Javan,
Michael and Alex to name a few.
Caylee were they waiting
with the angels by their side?
And did Jesus hold you close
when you realized that you had died?
So many innocent children
abused and beaten and all alone.
Lord why didn’t anyone stop them,
hadn’t anybody known?
Lord help us to help the children,
help us to hear their cries,
before one more child is tortured,
before one more angel dies…