Best Go Against The Grain Poems
i spit words much better than you
there is nothing at all that you can do
check out my spelling and my epic grammar
i'll smash your face in with a claw hammer
i carve my name in all your brains
remember me like the smell when it rains
with my fists of fury i'll knock you out
no-one can tell what the hell im on about
my poems make you think
sit down fools and take a drink
while i amaze you all with my dark power
no-one wants to read a poem about a flower
or a fluffy cloud or falling in love
we want to read about death from above
i go against the grain and dont get a lot of views
but that certainly doesnt mean i'll go boo hoo hoo
it makes me stronger faster smarter
dont count me out i'll have your guts for garters
so what have we learned from me today
listen quite closely to what i do and say
don't self publish its ever so vain
im sure it'll cause you nothing but pain
when you get rejected
it cant be what you all expected
im the best poet in the world bar none
better than byron shelley keats and donne
i best be off to write a dreary haiku
oh wait thats not me its obviously you
Life would be a whole lot better
If I weren’t such a fretter.
Yet, that’s just my worried way;
I guess it’s in my DNA.
I wish I could be less uptight
And trust all that will be all right
But worry worms its way inside
And somehow it gets magnified.
To let things slide, it’s very plain,
For me would go against the grain
So what I do, which I regret,
Is agonize and fret, fret, fret!
The sands of time are falling away
Make sure to make the most out of each and every day
Release all of your hate and conqueror your fear
Don’t have regrets and have time for cheer
Treat everyone around you as you want to be treated
Accomplish everything you can before it’s all completed
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Forget the past the future isn’t set
Make love not war as much as you can get
Don’t back down from anyone but strive towards peace and harmony
Turn the other cheek when you can and be the best you can be
Be charitable and help for fellow man
Fill yourself with knowledge whenever you can
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Dare to be different go against the grain
Stop and smell the roses and always kiss in the rain
Listen to music read poetry for your own sake
Be true to yourself and never be fake
Take walks on the beach and swim in the ocean
Be thankful for what you have and pray to God in Heaven
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Take pictures so you can look back on your journey
Enjoy the arts sculptures paintings drawings or a movie
Give kisses and hugs to the ones you care about
Work hard and play harder before you check out
Go through life like it was your last day
Because it could be so enjoy it and make it count in every way
Why that no good little birch
I think I alder leaf her
My aspens in the dirt
Don’t you know I’m not that poplar
I damn near choked on a little oak
And though I tried I am not maple
Now the branches are all broke
and the limbs are so unstable
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Can’t tell just when the root will rot
You know I think its elm diseased
And I can do with out the knots
Well now it’s really got me stumped
Just when I should have sawed right through it
And it’s too late to pack my trunk
Or perhaps I just out grew it
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Some trees grow up in a grove
Others make a stand alone
But there ain’t no peach with out a pit
And there ain’t no pine with out a cone
I’m sure the heart wood ain’t no good
So I won’t go out on a limb
But when a tree is being felled
I wish that someone would cry timber
I just don’t think that I’ll ever see
A poem lovely as a tree
So I won’t Beech and I won’t Pine
I’ll just remind you one more time
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew
So I guess I’ll cedar later
If you were sap then you’d run too
most are unusual some mundane ~ one logs in mostly to complain
most are encompassing some refrain ~ one writes rebukes sounding insane
most are sophisticated some quite plain ~ one adds nothing just distain
most are original some entertain ~ one seeds hatred, sounds in pain
most are orthodox some arcane ~ one solipsist rules their lone domain
most like contests some avoid fame ~ one says they’re meaninglessly inane
most are devout some go against the grain ~ one or two faves, all a game
By David Kavanagh
Never forsake the lineage in which we
originated from because
the ancestors are watching us
Their eyes are on the sparrow
anticipating us to soar into
our excellence
Wash ourselves in their royalty
while remembering they were
kings and queens long before
they became slaves and strange fruit
Society wants to wipe the slate clean of
our heritage by pruning the limbs
of our family trees
waiting in the shadows for the
opportunity to kill it at the root
We cannot allow someone else's antidote
poison us with amnesia that may
cause us to forget the power
of our inheritance
We are much stronger
than they care to know
We must use our pens to flex the
muscle of our minds
Granting permission to build strength
enabling us to balance the truth
on our shoulders
Lets stand our ground and never fold
claim our titles as griots
and let our stories be told
It's up to us to lose the fear
Use the ink in our veins to
to go against the grain of
the lies they expect us to swallow
and washed down with our pride
--LaLa
©4-3-2020
I never really question people’s word unless it has no emotions
I never really understood till now why poetry is such blessing
I never really thought to do such wonderful words with feelings
I never really understood why people seem to say it need more
I never really quite thought that being judge to say thing would be fun
I never really understood what a paragraph and sentence structure is
I never really ask why people want to change my words around
I never really understood why emotional remark on someone is so
I never really ask for any of any remark to bother me but it does
I never really understood why implicate to change some emotional value
I never really judge the peoples word because to judge is to find false
I never really understood what positive reinforcement till now
I never really had English as my first language and learned to speak it as a child
I never really understood why mimicking parents to say words was important
I never really once decided to write I am better than any one
I never really understood why it is important to let someone know you care
I never really let one to feel so down that they think about rewriting
I never really understood why lectures is to improve, but they are to be aware
I never really like to go against the grain, but I do, and things are better
I never really understood why I am special, yet I seem to fall on words
I never really test one who has more experience, but ask questions
I never really understood how we are all the same in every word
Fresco fringe
Inject happiness
With a serrated syringe
Tripped on a bottle
Falling down a bottomless binge
Far beyond the humanoid hinge
Everything went odd
In a pungent pinch
With all my strength
It still doesn't give an inch
Handsome haphazard
Snappy slum lord lizard
Alcoholic love fermenting
In an magical vineyard
I watch a display screen where
Reality is filtered, decay
And subliminal messages are whispered
And none of my questions are answered
Perhaps that is why I love to disobey
Go against the grain
Molding my own truth from clay
Lessons in life are not always easy to follow
Sometimes go against the grain, in pity we wallow
Then it all becomes clear
We get knocked on our rear
Hiding in plain sight, truth can be hard to swallow
LANTERNE PHRASIS 7
Breathe in &dream,step up close,
let inner sensations inhabit this
collage perfected by chance.It
may go against the grain to create
the appearance of things with dramas
in the mind which appear to distort
and elongate.But,seen in a new light
without a second thought can become
a foretaste of rhapsody,a defiance that
revels in impressions,once unregarded,
but which now radiate symmetry,
drawing the eye.
From my Lanterne poetry publication 2005
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Express yourself,
I love the way how you can be as different as you are,
The way you make this living seem so easy though it's hard,
That twinkle in your eye you must something of the stars,
Your freedom's inspiration such a wondrous piece of art,
Some choose to be themselves while others merely just a clone,
The fear of being judged or being told they're right or wrong,
Has silenced many birds though within they hold a song,
So when you're being you I find the courage to be strong,
And stand on my beliefs if I ain't causing any harm,
We all love sunny days but beauty's even in a storm,
I love the way you paint a different picture than the others,
And go against the grain with variety of colors,
It shows that your spirit and your soul truly lovers,
And how you love yourself shows the world how to love us,
Your life is a canvas like the skies up above us,
And I can picture you as the sun shining for us,
Admiring the faith you have in you is so refreshing,
Happiness ensured makes this life so progressive,
Confidence in self I believe is a blessing,
So never underestimate the value of your essence,
I love the way how you can be as different as you are,
The way you make this living seem so easy though it's hard,
That twinkle in your eye you must be something of the stars,
Your freedom's inspiration such a wondrous piece of art,
Express yourself.
Deep in the forest
Outlaws lie in wait
For well off noblemen
Their monies to take
They steal from the rich
And share with the poor
How long can they hide
In their forest so pure
This band of commoners
Go against the grain
The Sheriff of Nottingham
To have them slain
The followers who follow
These outlaws so bold
To introduce them
Your about to be told
There's Little Joan
A girl so large
She bowls men over
With the strength of her charge
Then there's Touch
The Miller's daughter
Who keeps doing things
She shouldn't off aught to
Willena Scarlet
Demanded clothing and a horse
If this never happened
Her language became coarse
Not forgetting
Nena the nun
Whose amazing beauty
Made the enemy run
And the last of the gang
Butler Bill
Whose amazing weaponry
Made this leader shrill
You've met her gang
Now meet their leader
She's Robyn Hood
An out and out heart bleeder
Dressed in black leathers
Low cut front
Cleavage guys die for
Which makes them grunt
It's not the poem
You thought it was
But why the change
Och, just because
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour.php
i sit and focus on my purpose//
provin to myself, and then the world, that im not worthless//
contemplate measures to take to make it hurt less//
the pain that courses through my viens//
every thought seems to go against the grain//
nothing i do that i used to feels quite the same//
but i sit and smoke and zone out to see the world simple and plain//
everything we do is a play in a game//
with consequences that are real and can potentially mame//
and mutulate your vision of whut is ur true fate//
a date with destiny that will eventually take place//
but until then the physical is stuck in the same place//
but the mental roams around freely at its own pace//
sometimes rapid, other times sluggish//
life has the potential to proceed the smoothest or the roughest//
its all what we make of it//
the way we roll with the punches//
and counter with hooks that cause us to be triumphant//
able to look through the dumb and evaluate quickly on wut to come with//
whether to duck left right or back//
then to determine the best route of attack//
and like that the obstacle that had us seemingly trapped//
has passed like a mic in a cypher at night//
filled with only kids who had hunger and drastic appetite//
to hold that device that aids our raps so nice//
see life is like a blunt u twist//
its all what u make of it...
BIKER
The night sky is made of black tar, and broken glass,
And the moon, if you melt it in a spoon, once was an old hubcap.
So by the light of night, ride the Milky Way’s bright stars
And by day, cruse the endless highway,
Via cheap biker bars, expensive cigars, and blues guitars.
A heart made of gasoline and chrome,
The oily platelets of mother earth, is the only blood in my veins.
The road I roam, together or alone, is my home.
What is around the bend? And is it there still? That is all I ask.
So, fill the haloed hills with wonder. To wander is my task.
Brimstone, flame, and thunder, as I ride down the lane,
My brain, in a padded bucket, to prove that I’m not totally insane.
Picture my skin, some would call it a sin!
But, despite the pain, I like to go against the grain.
Demons, angels, and all beings that have wings,
Or a naked dame, to me they are all the same.
The wind boldly whispers through my hair.
If I listen, it will tell me the truth, but most of the time I don’t care!
There is hell to pay in hog heaven I’m told
So, with Dionysus, I celebrate the mystery of the unnamed tree,
For me, I must set my mind free, and dare to bare my soul.
The ghost in the machine I found is me.
And God, would you believe, I can make more noise than Thee?
In a gator’s abode my bones ride free, no cares to cross my ride
No law to abide, at least none that I saw!
If I were a serpent I would swallow my tail
And into eternity sail.
Where the rubber meets the road
There, forever, would be my abode!
Mother May I
Go outside into the light
Shuttered windows and doors
I can not breath
Inside this house
The Sun light is on my mind
Flowers and trees and spring like weather
It should be boy meets girl on an open field
But I can not breath
Inside this house
Mother May I
Go against the grain and the law and take a walk in the park
And say hello to the crabgrass and burgeoning nascent of life
My detour from the box stores will be short
And I will keep my distance from the dark woods
Mother May I
Go to the top of the mountain and tell what I see
Mother May I
Go to the top of the mountain and tell what I see
That the promise land looks further away
That the dark woods are encroaching
That it is cold as hell outside
But I can not breath
Inside this house
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