Best Gimmie Poems
I know a young lady named Kimmie
A big smacker I wish she could gimmie
Plus a long distant squeezie
From this dear Asian sweetie
Would sure put a zing in my dinghy
© Jack Ellison 2015
What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby or
The way it stands out on it's own
The way it swings when I walk or
The way it catches your stare when I talk
Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you take, the regards you make and
Hassles I get when going state to state
It's like my whole life's at stake
Damn gimmie a break
(So) What's the big fuss about the Natural Lust
Rejection to European Beauty Standards is what I truly adore
We need more Natural sisters MORE MORE MORE
MY LOCKS IS NOT A STYLE, NEITHER A FAD, NOR IMPRESSION
MY LOCKS IS A WEAPON, IT HELPS ME FIGHT AGAINST OPPRESSION
I'm not afraid to show it and I'm not afraid to grow it
Information, dedication, and confirmation is wrapped up in my hair
which wraps around my crown-
So thick, So tough, So strong, So long
So Black and untrapped just my appearance is an attack
Come into job interviews with my image misconstrued, unculture myself
Just to fit what works for you
Cut my hair for what?? NO! Just Leave Me Alone
One half of one percent is still the wealth we own
So if I cut my hair off, what will the Black man own?
I confess I've been known to partake
Straight icing sans chocolate cake
I concede I shall never be lean
Pouring fudge without the ice cream
It's apparent my tool-shed doth grow
Baked cookies? Just gimmie the dough
It is rumored that I often spread
Peanut butter and jam (hold the bread)
From grandma I would often cajole
A sugar rush direct from the bowl
(Rejecting her kit for caboodle
Choosing filling minus the strudel)
I eat healthy! Want some examples?
Pay-Days contain protein that's ample
Orange Slices provide Vitamin C
Milky-Ways furnish Vitamin D
Cavities? My molars are mature
Cholesterol? I concur (THAT'S for sure)
Gotta change before damage is done
Take a walk? Um, later, Honey Bun...
How Many Gimmies Do You Get?
By Elton Camp
The story that I tell you is all too true
I used to get as many gimmies as you
Until finally there came to be the day
When that greedy game I wouldn’t play
An engraved invitation I was sent one year
About a distant cousin’s sweet little dear
Little Lulu’s kindergarten graduation is due
If you can’t come, we’d like a gift from you
Those weren’t just the words they selected
But I very well knew that a gift was expected
No matter that their brat I wouldn’t recognize
That minor fact didn’t stop gift-seeking tries
One time a “friend of a friend” had the gall
For me to attend their son’s wedding to call
They also included the URL of an online site
It meant, “This lists the gifts that will delight.”
But the one that produced the greatest surprise
Contained a name that I totally didn’t recognize
Next month, my high school diploma I’ll get
Don’t try to come because there’s no place to sit
This is why I call “Gimmies” all such invitations
Because gifts are clearly the sender’s expectation
So when you think of “inviting” me, understand
The gimmie will go straight into the garbage can
Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row,
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day.
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.
I can deal with the truth and deal with the pain,
But I can’t even remember was there sun or rain.
It was like a movie upon the big screen,
Man with a gun didn't want to be mean…
Gimmie some money I gotta get my fix,
Maybe even later join in some tricks…
Wait, hey, what is that you’re putting in your hand?
I’m pulling the trigger, music from a band…
Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row,
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day.
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.
I’m out working hard each day,
Needs for my family met in every way…
I’m bringing home my love and my trust,
Then I’m catching you engaged in lust…
Ripping apart the two of you, my rage so fueled by pain…
He was my best friend but will never be again…
I see your life has left you as I drop you on the floor;
I turn to find my friend he was gone out the door…
Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row,
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day.
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.
Mah boys ‘n me bounced and a rollin’,
Tracking em down for what they stolen…
We got ‘em pinned down, by the store front…
Mah boys ‘n me are smoking a blunt…
Copper and lead like rain fallin’ fast…
Wind blowin’ sideways blood won’t last…
Tires are squealing speedin’ away…
Only to get caught another day…
So:
Ten years I’m sitting here upon Death Row,
All appeals done they say I gotta go.
I didn't mean to do what happened on that day.
My mind was altered in a weird kind of way.
I walk a fine line with this limerick thingy
So easy to fall off and break my dinghy
Intentions are good
I'd be good if I could
Gonna try real hard if another chance you gimmie
Back to the beat
Even as the strumming sweat
Can’t wait to investigate
What we deem we procrastinate
Melody fine, blowing my mind
What beat is time
Time to watch the beat
Ever sweet
Tha’ rat a rat rat tat come on man off of that
Gimmie some sugar sweet and flow, flour do, ra, mi fa so la de
Wing tips on the wool danceN wit mine babe with stilettoes
Ever sweet
Time to watch the beat
Melody fine, blowing my mind
What beat is time
Brother break it off, break it down
Come on swept the floor play that bass and guitar
Back to the beat
Even as the strumming sweat
Can’t wait to investigate
What we deem we procrastinate
Melody fine, blowing my mind
What beat is time
Time to watch the beat
Ever sweet
Tha’ rat a rat rat tat come on man off of that
Gimmie some sugar sweet and flow, flour do, ra, mi fa so la de
Wing tips on the wool danceN wit mine babe with stilettoes
Ragtime drummer come on and hear
Ever sweet
Tha’ rat a rat rat tat come on man off of that
Gimmie some sugar sweet and flow, flour do, ra, mi fa so la de
Ragtime drummer come on and hear
Come on and serenade and dance wit me
Come here
Ragtime drummer come on and hear
9/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
NEVER....SATISFIED.
GIMMIE.. CAN I HAVE...I NEED.
WORKING...LIKE...A..SLAVE.
When I be out cuttin mye graiss befo,
Duh Lawd gimmie a sign.
Least ways iffin hit wus not duh Lawd
Maybe sumpthin else, cause
Duh Lawd He don’t want no body
usin His name fur a laiff.
So I be starten ovuh hyar,
wif mye tell.
When I do be out cuttin mye graiss befo,
sumpthin gimmie a sign.
Quick as a jack rabbit wid one hine laig
I be done named a new daince.
Hit be duh far aint stomp.
Yessuhree, I fount myeseff
ankle deep in far aints on duh inside mye paints.
Knee deep in them thangs on duh outside.
Whachoo gonna do widdum?
Well, I commenced to stomp thet laig.
Hit felt so good I commenced to stomp
t’other jus out of puor delyt.
First thang I knowed, I had stompt down
a whole row uv Dixie Lee Pees (sp?)
and twenny hills of peenuts (sp?)
People allus sez thet duh laist time
whut dey gots bit bye a far aint
Hit bees duh wussest bite ever
and dey allus say thet hit bees duh biggest, baddest
far aint whut evuh lived.
Annen dey turns around five minits later
Adder dey done squshed dat biggest,
baddest, far aint whut evuh lived.
And don’t choo know dey gits bit by
one meaner, badder, an bigger.
When I gits restid up by toomar
I’ll be puttin’ on a liddle music
sumwhir out of site of mye wife
and I’ll see iffin I caint rermember
how to do thet stomp.
23 aug 2010 For Paula's "Poetry's sake" contest
“Gimmie another poem, make it a double!”
Quote from John Lawless
Block Head
John asked for a poem.
He said make it a double
I took out my pen
and knew I was in trouble
Words wouldn’t come easy
I couldn’t make them flow
Lacking articulation
My thoughts far too slow
I grasped at my corners
The pointy parts of my head
I thought about talented writers
and all the poems I have read
I could write a sonnet
or perhaps a haiku
So many forms to choose from
Whatever shall I do
Why not be silly
Some might get the joke
Maybe I’m sorta special
just like other folk
So give me a verse
I’ll mix it with my own
When drinking words
you shouldn’t drink alone
Although I like quiet
my heads a hectic place
I want to insert lines
into every blank space
Wordaholics are frantic
We need our next hit
Wild wacky or stoic
We love every bit!
So drink as you will
Feed that addiction
But be very careful
to choose the right diction.
gimmie
a
line
or a bump
that rush
that drip
the feeling you get
when it hits
what an experience
the headache
the next day
once your eyes open and you awake
after a night trying fight
the adrenaline and weep for sleep
it keeps ya up
you become a creature of the night
i get a creative buzz
and begin to write
party animal that cannot be tamed
i feel like a butterfly that just transformed from a caterpillar
and just realized what the - just happen to her
and like the energizer bunny i keep goin and goin
i get diarrhea of the mouth and nothing can stop me from talking
so lovely on this cloud, refusing to come down
newport in my mouth
vodka shot in my hand
nose candy in my front pocket
never wanting the party to end
gimmie, gimmie, gimmie.
you've got me begging like a baby.
and you know i am such a lady
but this gold has got me crazy.
hazy, hazy, hazy,
under skies of purple daisies.
i'm pouting my lips like a young girl.
and i can't help how my toes curl
every time you bring that glamour around.
honey, hope you haven't forgotten
i only smell this sweet
because i'm spoiled rotten.
no one deserves so much so fast
but i found that it doesn't hurt to ask.
ever since i was little
i knew how the world worked.
manipulate and replicate
until the world is yours to take.
is it a sin to have your cake
and eat it too?
even if the party wasn't for you?
the name on the cake says "princess"
and i'll blow out the candles till i'm blue.
because i'm royalty, now.
with eyes made of diamond
and a heart of coal,
soaked in silk worth more than el sol.
i'll meet you downstairs by the bar.
when the sky's as rose tinted as your glasses
i'll help you dig up treasure in the sand by la mar.
My Hooch
Wounded soldier
Couldn't be wiser
Couldn't be bolder
Road soda
Training wheels older
My sixer
This isn't over
Forget the tipple
Make it a triple
Gimmie the moonshine
Just make it all mine
This is the juice
This is forever
This one's for you
Make you feel better
Is this all booze?
Give me the rest
Too tired now
To give it my best
Giggle-water got me
Went to my head
Open my hand now
I might be dead
I know a young lady named Kimmie
A big smacker I wish she could gimmie
Plus a long distant squeezie
From this dear Asian sweetie
Would sure put a zing in my dinghy
I’m a bit of a sensualist.
First, let me emphasise emotional resonance,
there has to be an emotional base,
not just an appreciation of hotness.
Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery—
that male unknowableness.
Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges,
you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from
a marble and you just want to run your hands over.
And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits,
casual, careless, not fussy or particular,
and his warm firm and Implacable hands.
Oh, God. Gimmie some.
“Sensuality is connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying).
“It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.”
“No,” I winced, shaking my head no, “that’s not true.”
“Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos.
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Songs for this:
this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
golden hour by JVKE
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Our cast
Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).