Best Face Facts Poems
You think you're Godzilla
but you're just a Gorilla,
that's what happens when you've got gonorrhea,
my skin colours vanilla
my skills are killa and real
you're run of the mill, a fail
can't you tell you didn't do well,
that Kartel manure smell
of Kountry music don't sell,
a wannabe that wants to be on X Factor
in a field riding a wrecked tractor,
tracks that no mind will capture,
you're no rapper, a can't act actor and no rhyme writer
with poor rhyming from your core
the fact is you naturally bore,
getting done by amateurs
that means s**t for sure and below my stature,
take a step back and see the big picture,
there's no record label coming for your signature,
you should turn around and head for the door
and not turn this battle rap into a war,
snore, pass out snore music,
20 years and there's still no use for it,
your rhymes are insignificant
your average skill's no different
stop thinking you're magnificent
and realise you're just a hunt.
Yet you think you're good,
umm missing a nail or screw
let's face facts your music is poo,
can you not make a beat with flow?
Your music makes me sit in a seat depressed and low
through ignorance your skill's seen no grow,
so excuse my rant but your music is pants,
professional status, you've got no clucking chance.
You're so unlikely to upstage my quickly written
lickety split thermonuclear lit quick wit
with whatever you pick
to pull out your bag of tricks
because I'll make it unstick
quicker than thumbs can click through your music,
making videos in which you go on the phone,
cliche prone, stereotype replica
look at ya forever inferior,
making out you've golden interior,
but Postman Pat out delivers letters
and is better with more under the hat
you've empty space where your brain sat,
writing rubbish, getting fat,
one year in I'm getting published
you skank like a grandad with one wish
you long to be served a contract,
take note of the situation
you've been rhyming for a generation,
and you'll never be a sensation,
just a symbol of humiliation,
........ cus Rosko thinks he's the dogs bollocks,
while the rest of us just think he's bollocks.
That's all bossco, that's all I have to country cartel you.
Over and out, they call me Sue.
Pig feet, hog maws, chitterlings, yams, greens and cornbread,
These are some of the things that our bodies are being fed.
Fat back, ribs, neck bones, macaroni and cheese;
Our hearts and arteries are crying, please, please, please.
Buttered rice, succulent greasy peas and a thin-layered chocolate cake,
We keep pumping this in our bodies, so what is it going to take.
Hypertension, high cholesterol, or maybe even a heart attack,
To get us from eating these fatty foods and help us to face facts.
We have heard the old saying "You are what you eat."
More than half of the time our diets are incomplete.
We need to eat a well-balanced meal from the four food groups,
And every day at least five vegetables and fruit.
Drink eight glasses of water to help keep your system clean,
And one other food product that will provide some protein.
A little exercise and a good amount of rest,
Each of us is different, for you; you know what 's best.
This is not said to scold you, nor is it to criticize;
It is only put here to give you some healthy advice.
If we don't adjust the way that we are eating;
Sooner, rather than later our Master we will be meeting.
Your face contorts in a twisted effort
Plaintive in non-decorous reverberation
A terrain around a pair of distant orbs
Lost in extemporaneous consternation
To ward off the fear of unwanted evanescence
Upon the wanton revelation
Of a day you wish had never existed
Tremors beset a set of fingers
While the mind steadies the hand that lights
A random electric cigarette to calm the nerves
That being the fact of how you face facts
Always taking an indirect approach
Which has led to the current page of fate
And the smoke from nothing rises
Of nothing, to nothing, vaporous memories
Images of shadows addressing empty chairs
Avoiding the real elephants in the rooms
Treating image as symbol pointing to symbol
God is a symbol of God type thought
Abstractions that shy away from syllogism
The twisted logic of counter-inference
This may not be what you think it is
(Depending who you are and where you stand)
But you will fall back into your own constructs
And reconfirm the calcified habits of defection
In tandem with the anthem of rigorous rejection
Of all that follows a labyrinthine trail of thought
And seek out digressive thought patterns
A complete refusal to sit on concrete
And count the chips on palm of hand
Daydreams of consummate approaches
Please show me a thigh; I mean, a sign
Followed by a sigh, of the kind
That follows such frames of mind
Opportunity for Unity
What we saw after so much scrutiny;
Minds must not meddle with mutiny;
Racial bias no more,
Or try to even score;
Seek a perfect opportunity for unity.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
Trump was ambiguous and avoiding
and putting off making decisions last
night as usual. He must come to the
conclusion that he has to face facts
and be realistic and remove himself
from the Trump dream world. He does
dislike teleprompter and is like a child
rebelling against his parents. Mission
and goals must equal each other.
Afghanistan is a war of attrition not
designed for victory but Trump
said that we would be victorious.
"Plumage"
We are the iridescent gems
kicked like rubble
gifts to give
we walk souls
in dead bodies
all colours, plumage to be free
accepted our truth,
is shunned by the better ones
we are viewed obscenities
integrity takes courage
honesty by the beautiful ones
broken down by frowning whispers
bits of us shine
put together again macrami shame
hung around our necks
we are
a puzzle
considered feigned
by the holier than thous
discouraged
we are love that is hidden, pain
Love is Love
Life is Life
inside comes out
eventually
different coloured feathers
freely given flight
brighter than ordinary
what is expected tries
so many times, tears cry
windows open
credence to be seen
uncovered jewels that glisten
soulfully divine
in Divinity’s eyes
Heaven listens
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
“The Village” / Wrabel
https://youtu.be/tilsrO-3gcQ
"Whispering that same prayer
half a million times
It's a lie, though
buried in disciples
One page of the Bible
isn't worth a life
There's something wrong
in the village,
In the village..."
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LYRICS/ The Village, by Wrabel
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You’ve got a key in your pocket, black salt in your hair. Smoke in your whispers, and rust in your stare. Tears run down your cheeks and your gaze goes cold. Face facts lil’ mama, we’re all ganna’ grow old. Left hands’ reaching for a heart of stone. Don’t you know as above, so below.
I’ve read your palms, a tempest ruin most foul.
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl.
The sword and the serpent, the ways of old. Stretch the flesh and visions told.
Imprisoned in heaven’s skeleton, these ghastly visions keep me awake.
2x Cut your teeth on surgical steel. In the dark nothing seems real. Can’t shake the nightmares out of your bones.
Prayers unfold from my finger tips and ashes fall to the soil.
The bleeders and believers, it’s An acquired taste
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl.
Jesus ganna weep, when this man’s on the prowl.
Step outside your circle.
Lost in oblivion. Step outside your circle, let the spirit take hold.
"I feel you in my glands, echoes in my spine. Whose dream am I procuring, is it yours...is it mine? There's devils in the chimney, whispers down the hall. Eyes are getting heavy for the sand man comes to call. Rest weary brow, and slumber divine. We'll dance upon moon beems,... beyond human design."- P.C.
“It's not that we cant see the solution; it's that we cant see the problem” - G.K. Chesterton
It's all so crazy
The perception of our society
Are we blind; are we ignorant?
Perhaps what will be, will be
It's not that we can’t see the solution
It seems so obvious - so clear
But when you look beneath the surface
The reality - I think that's what we really fear
We think that food is a problem
With obesity at an all time high
The truth - obesity Is a symptom
Yet, we continually close our eyes
Over half of America
Is over weight or obese
It's the leading cause of preventable deaths
However; it's not what we eat
It's what's eating us
During our days and our nights
Its the voice in our head
That tells us things aren't quite right
Food doesn't kill people
It's similar to gun control
30,000 violent deaths per year
I bet here's a fact you don't know
Of the 30,000 violent deaths
18,000 are suicides
You're right - guns do kill people
But we never ask people why they want to die
The solutions may seem clear
But stress, anxiety, and fear still remains
It's not food or the guns
That elicit the majority of life's pain
So let's have a drink
That will help us to relax and unwind
Here, have another
It's a sophisticated red wine
According to a National Survey
86 percent reportedly drink
26 percent binge
That's a lot don't you think?
An estimated 88,000 people
Die from alcohol-related causes per year
It's the third leading preventable cause of death in the United States
The solution? - address, don't try to drink away what you fear
So what's the real problem?
Here, I'll take the sacrificial dive
I'll use logic and reason
A method we use in other areas of our lives
It's not eating or drinking
That’s causing our pain
In modernity
It's the mental health of our brain
It's what we value
It's who we choose to idolize
It's the trivially matters
The distorted sense of self we despise
When we learn to face facts
Prioritize what we do
When we value virtue
Compassion manifest - love will carry us through
We’ll choose take smaller bites
Have one drink to unwind
We’ll have a gun for protection
Moderation - the Golden rule still applies
It's not that we can’t see the problem
It’s that we won't look at the disease
The solution?
Address mental health - please
Can we ever truly right the wrongs of the past?
Seems to me what was done cannot be undone,
And I am not a proponent of crippling remorse
So, let’s just face facts, as they were, and resolve
To learn from our mistakes, moving steadily on.
Must we pay the price for our ancestors’ follies,
Recalling that reparations will never be enough?
After all, we cannot reach those who were hurt,
We cannot undo their terrible pain and suffering.
I am convinced we must not reward poor excuses
Who wallow in unnecessary self-pity over time,
But reward those who rise above their travesties
Working toward equal rights and responsibilities
For the civil betterment of our inclusive society.
Written July 31, 2022
A cool Summer breeze...
Brings pollen to allergies's
own wheeze and sneeze.
Maple leafs wave against many southern winds...
Rain drops pelt rooftop's of metaled building's dins.
Storms affront the lakes of lands...
Nature's wrath confronts plans of man.
Flash floods push Californian landslides down hills
against homes a-plenty.
All about ruined homes, the remains too muddy.
Large palm trees wrapped around cars so spoiled...
Aft'ward cleanups resulted in many manned hours
so toiled.
Insurance is the brace damm'ed against Nature's
caused disgrace...
Faith in claims denied, resulted in faith misplaced.
Scattered destruction shows this planet's nature
gone wild...
'Tis time to face facts of vast destruction's very
own melee defiled.
Faith in God, should have, by man, been prayed for...
Answered with miracles, would be,
many, many more.
No Longer Here Will Remain
Had heard softy sound of a distant drum
After to all of his desires he did succumb
While lying there dreaming in his bed
Having to face facts he often would dread.
What if pregnant she were to become?
And me like an idiot who was so dumb
Forgot about words she often had said
About ways she wished that I was dead.
Over and over repeated and repeated
What was said without a word being deleted
Hoping to win at least some of her favor back
And when greeted would give me more slack.
But even still after that the fact remained
In many things may be well versed and trained
Lights became lower and were growing dim
Had to face facts things were growing grim.
Know I will never win her back again
And for sure no matter what, where or when
From me a loser she had left and gone
I the great lover and also a Don Juan.
Waited and wanted it all over and done
Placed bullet gently into cylinder of a gun
Then did fire it directly into my brain
My life here on earth no longer will remain.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
Sadly, there are still some people out
there who feel like this.
Impatiently she waits; anxious and as usual
begging God to intervene with a phone call,
an invitation, she was unwilling to wait for.
Her prayers were in earnest - full of promises.
God is a good judge, He exposes falsehood
and He said no, a clear no. This is a trap,
You are deceiving yourself;
you are being deceived.
But she longed for true love
and a trusted colleague showed her some.
She knew she lived among imposters
who thrived on fraud and lies.
Refusing to face facts.
she made that phone call herself.
When a too-familiar voice answered,
she dropped the phone in disbelief.
It was an even clearer answer to her prayer
and she moved on.
Reader, be warned by deep scars - deceit.
If you must fight to have your own way,
pause on occasion to consider,
what do I want to know?
December 24, 2012
Last year I enrolled in trendy gym
Was enthusiastic about being slim
Have to say I was intimidated
When personal trainer demonstrated.
Spandex-clad my body held in
Mirror torments this fight will win
Parked on a bicycle going nowhere fast
Five minutes later completely downcast.
Rowing machine? yes I'll have a go
This only adds to my tale of woe
Tiny dumbells that small children could lift
Somehow managed to hurt my wrist.
A class where beginners exercise
Think of McDonalds~burger and fries
This torture was expensive I'm in the red
Cannot say I'm worried will soon be dead.
All of my dreams went up in smoke
Their no refund policy dashed any hope
That was an expense could've done without
Force to face facts I'm a total copout.
This or That,
Up in Smoke
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Write to ignite
Write it down to remember
Remember the message
Remember the meaning
Meaning has a purpose
Meaning is key to motivate
Motivate others to move
Motivate the world to change
Change for the greater good
Change for the better
Better version of yourself
Better with your eyes open
Open to new ideas
Open the door to opportunity
Opportunity is calling
Opportunity awaits you
You are the future
You can create the inspiration
Inspiration comes from within
Inspiration fuels the dream
Dream as if you’ll live forever
Dream big
Big mountains to climb
Big hurdles to overcome
Overcome your fears
Overcome the impossible
Impossible is not in your vocabulary
Impossible to hide from the truth
Truth be told
Truth sets you free
Free to be yourself
Free to spread your wings and fly
Fly me to the moon
Fly high
High expectations
High above the world
World of possibilities
World of make believe
Believe that you can
Believe in what’s real
Real power
Real life
Life is short
Life can be unexpected
Unexpected questions to answer
Unexpected problems to face
Face reality
Face facts
Facts…
Reality…
Blitz Poem
April 25, 2021
Love of my life
Apple of my eye
Queen of my heart
Had hopes that you'd be my wife
By my side
But it seems we must part
God forbidden
Truth hidden
With good intentions
But doesn't sooth my inflictions
Knowin I must move on with you missin
I'm torn between two extremes
It seems
I want you to be free
But the other wants you with me
How could it be?
That the security built must flee
Working long & hard on guard
Just trying to get you to trust me
But you & I remaining we
Is unrealistic
Though idealistic
Its so mystic
How we used to shoot fireworks
Now we're no longer ballistic
This isn't an emotional decision
Just logistics
You're heart is not mine
And I'm not the kind
To waste time
Trying to restore sight to a situation
That's blind
I find
Its much simpler to face facts
Then run from em
And have to retrace tracks
Rather than reign to win
I'll just take my ace back
The position that you hold
Noone can replace that
Nor will my love for you cease
But I know this is the right decision
Due to our condition & position
So i'm at ease
When I grant your release
I wish you nothin but peace
Goodbye my love
When friends come you align
With or without they sublime
Happier than those been single
So day after day they mingle
Time flies to test acts
Are you suppose to face facts
Real friends never change
But their punches never remain the same
Pray you find the right one there
Many are just fake out there
Always smiling but mind dialing
Angry but shows out friendly
A two pose to three close_up
And when things go wrong they never show up
Such is life when you feel friends around
Just suck your lips when you can't make a sound