Best Floyd Poems
For some I am your neighbor, that lives down the street. For others I am the one, that you are so afraid to meet.
For some I am your postman, that you wave to passing by. For others I am your stereotype, that you've been brainwashed to think that's why.
For some I am your friend, that you confide in and relate. For others I am your fear, that you teach your children to resent and hate.
For some I am your driver, that you speak to everyday. For others I am your degenerate, that you ridicule along the way.
For some I am your responder, that you call on when there's trouble. For others I am your blind spot, in the midst of the struggle.
For some I am your colleague, that you respect in a suit. For others I am your thug, that you indiscriminately repute.
For some I am your police officer, that you count on to serve and protect. For others I am your George Floyd... that was murdered with a knee to the neck.
Dear Sons,
Listen. Your mother and I love you. I helped plant you both through seeds of love. Your mother carried you, nurtured you inside of her body. But, You were made in His image. Beautiful and ingenious- you were shaped in it. So if adults in your lives fail to remind you with our words, God put his spirit inside your spinal cord. It can never bow down to Bel...that systemic racist entity that entices you to fail.
See through that telltale-
Walk upright in his sight. His spirit flows from your marrow to every vein. Even at this tender age, you’ve been adequately trained. A wise man once told me: “Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would do it. But it's not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it comes with plenty of failure along the way.”
Taste the bitterness of defeat. Suck the painful, venomous hatred away from the wound when you witness Mr. Floyd’s June 4th funeral. You were probably reminded that “Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle.” Nevertheless, we are not black raccoons. We are royalty. We will recycle that bitterness and use it as the brine to fuel our own vessels of progress. We will not shy away from the fight.
Command your limbs to go to battle. With your hands, strengthened to fend off oppression by the skills you obtain through education and vocation. Legs swift to run towards justice, arms embracing your brothers and sisters and eyes focused on that prize of living bountiful earthly lives in preparation for eternity.
Reject Icarus. Blind ambition leads to erroneous decisions based on selfish positions.
Embrace your meteoric rise to greatness. Sky up like The Phoenix, or even Pegasus. Go All the way up and feel blessed.
Sincerely,
Your loving father who is patiently awaiting your legacy!
PUNK FLOYD
So here you come, our back's against THE WALL,
and UMMAGUMMA, you're the worst we've seen,
you'll MEDDLE in our lives, that says it all,
but please BE CAREFUL WITH THAT AX EUGENE.
I'd ride my BIKE, but there is too much rain,
if you SEE EMILY (she'll) PLAY for you,
and RELICS that you leave will be a pain,
if Roger Waters more what will we do???
Your ATOM HEART, MOTHER is stone and cold,
and US AND THEM you might be blowing soon,
like ECHOS of Camille, now dead or old,
you'll blow us to the DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.
Before you're done, we'll see PIGS ON THE WING,
SMALL FURRY ANIMALS, I'll rhyme this thing.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
----WOOPS, sorry, there is no song title
of DARK SIDE OF THE MOON by Pink Floyd,
it's title is BRAIN DAMAGE, the 9th track on
the DARK SIDE OF THE MOON ALBUM.
Off a righteous God America stop the persecutions
We are due out love from you; Stop the profiles
And stand in our shoes and skin for a while, now, How would you feel now?
Situations where people acted as if they were suspicious of you, Because of your race, wow!
Black America far less likely than whites to give police high marks
For the way they do their jobs, now
General public views fatal encounters between black people and police very differently whew!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Public calls such incidents signs of broader problems
Racist yeah, yeah our good White brothers and sisters and White Christians hate this
Some of our white brothers and sisters if it’s not there brood or kindred folks there’s no problem
Watch out it’s…Most of the white Latino officers
Say fatal encounters tween blacks and police are isolated incidents
Majority of black officers disagree, this base on facts No philosophy
Demonstrations over the deaths of blacks, Encounters with law enforcement
Were motivated to great extends by anti-police bias, what
Now instilled America since freedom years
They still denounce and hide this, a black man who dies by a gun
Is most portrayed as righteous dangerous boy walking away on the run
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
2016 THAT RELATIONS TIXT/TWEEN POICE IN THERE DEPARTMENT BLACKS IN THE COMMUNITY EXCELLENT Yeah this is what they said
Overwhelming majority of police officers 86% said high profile fatal encounters has made their jobs harder and yet these killings have taken away many husbands children’s fathers, uncles, cousins and brothers
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Heighted tension between these illuminated colored fends
Left many offices reluctant to use force when appropriated
Questions people who seemed suspicious WHAT!!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
8/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Under your knee,
You slammed my neck,
My pleas were suffocated,
It was raining sweats and tears,
Where my sounds were sprouted,
Mixed them with soil,
Soil was waiting for seeds,
You tried to mute my words,
I know the black clouds
Are the beginning of rain,
My Breath was a first whistle
Before Tempest!
Closed my eyes to ignite
Long simmering Volcano!
You can’t breathe,
Those days are coming,
I will be resurrected ,
I will be echo of many sounds
It will heal many wounds,
Your boots will be the wastes
In the gutters of NY City,
You stifled this planet’s right
To revolve in my starry nights ,
Do you know?
Shining of stars depends on
Darkness of sky.
My last breath was a sunset,
Promising the birth of
A bright Morning ,
This state is going to realize
Dark colors absorb heat,
More than light colors,
They will bring back everything
Our slogans thirst for,
Dreams are blooming here,
Where liberty will not be
A name of Statue.
I am tired of trying to be cool
I am tired of crying like a fool
I am not born to be silent
I am not born to be violent
But the fact that I'm dying
Is what I can't keep denying.
I can't die for nothing
So I will live for something
I am not a thug, let me be!
I am not a slave, set me free.
If I am treated like a predator
Expect me to act like a dictator.
Let me choose my reaction
If I can't change your action.
I can't quench fire with fire,
Can you stop starting the fire?
If my skin colour scares you
Your shadow is ashamed of you.
There is a place for every race,
Give black race some breathing space.
Racism is certainly not patriotism,
Add justice to your jingoism.
All lives matter when justice is served,
No race deserves to be severed.
I wonder how he's doing
My good friend Floyd
I haven't seen him for a while
He's very humanoid
Such a tall soul
I don't know what they feed him
Probably taller then his ma
Or even hers by now
That says a lot
He's kind of weird sometimes
He likes to play with fire
He liked it when i hollered
I did it with a smile
Practice what you're used to
That makes all the difference
What side of town you live on
How many pets you have
I'll see him in the summertime
I hope I recognize him
I hope he thinks of me
And dreams about my song
the needle pushes in her face
a kiss and the wall scratches
higher naked searching cracks
for an exit you scream soldiers
planes flash back and forth flying
a room fills with angry anxious
voices shadows growing tall
corpses rise flowers swallow
space white crosses over graves
praying mantis mothers explode
down the endless fluorescent
hall your lifted into the
long black limo ripping worms
from your face
For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals.
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination.
We learned to talk.
These are the words spoken by Stephen Hawking on Pink Floyd's track Keep Talking
from the Album - Division Bell from 1994.
Is it not a sad indictment on us humans, that we were graced with the cleverist of
intellegence,
yet we can hardly use it.
I wrote a poem today called Gorillini, and this is the last two lines:-
We are barely their servants
The real King of the primates
Oh Lord, they laid George Floyd down
They put a knee to his neck
and pinned him to the ground
for nine minutes they held him on the deck.
Bystanders saw and got involved
They said, what the fk, what the heck
He's not resisting, it's been resolved
Get that knee off his neck.
He is not moving
What are you cops doing
He said "I Can't breathe"
"Mama, I can't breathe"
Then his body lay still
And a cold wind blew in a chill.
His blood was shed
and then he was dead.
But his words ring in our heads
For all those before who lay dead.
"I can't breathe"
"Mama, I can't breathe"
"I can't breathe"
"Mama, I can't breathe"
They came to get him from the ground
rolled him over like a rag doll
The world saw what had transpired
It was a murder most foul.
The strength of [our] color will prevail: white,
black, yellow, or red make no difference
in the racist threat against existence
that oppresses by might but is not right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with flames, like a deliverance
about to split apart Intolerance,
the racist's bark, and the vile bigot's bite.
It is right; and takes the appearance of
strong, marching Youth that reform the old view,
and shine a vision of a world suffused with love,
grace, justice, and rightness in hearts anew:
our tribes can live in peace and soar above
as One, when our colors become one hue.
to sit and listen to the guitar ring in the memory
that is etched in my brain to see the men burn and the epic scream to see the light jump across the prism One to only write with the image portrayed i can only ponder and begin to feel the emotion of the bass and the melody flow within for to seal a deal with the devil for the lust of the darken soul with such a light of interest that peaks one to scream hey you but the wall remains the same knock one brick for another for one to chill the mind of a mad man with a sense of numbness for the race has been run for thousands of hours in the span of a little over two decades a glimpse a locking as the handshake of fire etched in the skin like a cattle iron of days past to tomorrows future a puzzle of a tale i spin and to nervous to piece the pattern of thinking to acting to learning to fly it has been an anthem for many but with out the winds of education the flight is hopeless for to soar we must fall but to fall and flatten is one question of time the narrator i ask for i would like to smoke a cigar of great success for a labor of love is truly a welcoming to a machine that we call the simplicity of life
BLACK LIVES MATTER.
The sad thing is that people are getting hurt,
The environment statues are being treated like dirt.
We must find a better way to resolve this situation,
And do this across all nations.
The day George Floyd died,
People realised,
A way to stop racism is what we must decide.
There will be few fights,
We need to give black people their rights.
People thinking this isn’t bad are terrible liars,
Bodies of black people burning in fire.
I wish none of this would have happened,
Think how better it would be, just imagine.
When George Floyd died, people began to say,
Black Lives Matter either way,
If we stop racism soon,
We would all be content with none of this on the news.
I
I tried not to mention the crime
Siblings, it is high time
America stopped self-flagellation,
Self-hate, self-abnegation
II
I feel for him, brother George ("of the earth")
I came close, but saved by a different birth
To feel the accusing eyes: "Me, the evil one"
Only because I stayed in school, joined the run
III
Black America wants to drive, play ... like us
Tired of fighting for a seat, decades after Rosa Parks
George Floyd is a hero for having lived BLACK
A remnant yells, "Deport the upstarts. Send 'em back"
The country's on fire
Buildings ablaze
A situation most dire
Filmed through the haze.
Protesters all shouting
Passions inflamed
Of their anger no doubting
For the victim now named.
They march with hands raised
Indignant and loud
Determined, unphased,
To pressure unbowed.
But the message is tainted
The moment hijacked
The vision now painted
Of stores all ransacked.
Looters in droves
Their arms filled with goods
From iPhones to clothes
Their faces in hoods
Frenzied they run
Opportunity knocks
Plate glass they shun
With hammers and rocks.
Men of no soul
These rats of the night
Not caring they stole
What's pure and what's right.
Sadness surrounds us
Few places to turn
So much to discuss
While our cities now burn.