Best Grinded Poems
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the corner coffee shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys, and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of happy couples
strolling along a sandy beach,
Through the Sunday Mass ,
a young priest on the altar
Through morning picnics,cook-outs
'gatherings of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the Valletta Grand Harbour,
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands,
through cherished moments
of Birthdays,Baptisms and Weddings,
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
All Restaurants shut down,
Our island is a ghost town,
I am the saddest clown.
Today I hear no aeroplanes
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet the church bell chimes at noon,
Amd I kneel on my knees.
Today there are no tourists
All children locked inside
This Covid 19 virus
is worse than any Boogey-man
IIt brings tears to our eyes.
It kills our own people
Destroying human-kind.
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skype,
My mothetr,brother ,father, I can't hug you
Just to keep you all alive.
Today the world's a scary place,
But together we would fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We'd leave this page behind.
We'd end this page as hereos
Compassionate and kind,
We'd be the great survivors
A candle in the night.
We'd learn from this dark moment
As dark as pitch black sky
We learn that above evil
Hope reighns, our sun would shine.
We learn to appreciate our loved ones,
Our ancestors ,Our elderly,
Our island and this world
Together we would make it
Through distance hand-in -hand.
Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering of a horny man who lived by threats
so she counted her bills and tucked them in her brassiere with a tear
She cringed when glass smashed and grinded her teeth when she was cold
it was a bordello made surreal by alcohol mellowed Johns who were so old
A bawdy crib, (bagnio del innocente) bath for the innocent...
a knocking shop that foiled the linen and gave shiners to young girls,
no one cared
in this disorderly place, where the stew was watered down with whiskey float
Then came the raid that brought everything to a halt,
in a gestalt moment she found freedom, perhaps her prayers were answered?
Down to the river she went for a bath and a rest,
it was then that she remembered her first time, it was incest *
The wild caged bird had no other place to hide but in this fortress
she slept for days on the grass beside a great big boulder, ,
all the wild animals in the forest thought she was a Princess.
They let her sleep, and fed her pine nuts from the trees. Until this day,
Gianna never mentioned the brothel to anyone, no even herself.
Feb. 20, 2021
O' Mother Ghana
O' mother Ghana, how proud am i to be your grand son
My skin so black from the burn of the sun
For a woman to head a country shows your bravery
You won us our freedom from our colonial masters during the slavery
You are a brave African black beauty
Even at the age of sixty
Your red,yellow,green and black wrapper makes you look bold
How can you go hungry when you farm cocoa and mine gold
Despite your bravery,you are known world wide as a mother of peace
Whiles other parents are still struggling for peace
O' mother Ghana, embrace us with your warm loving heart
Your African cultures will forever dwell in our hearts
Gone were the days when those masters called you Gold Coast
Now you are an independent woman and with that you can boast
You first son the brave intellectual Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
And your handsome and beautiful grand children Kofi and Ama
You serve as with Banku with grinded pepper,Fufu with Groundnut soup and other delicious meals
We love you mother Ghana
May you live long O mother Ghana.
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Un moveable river's
Grinded in stone
Always' a season change
The sun above
Which shed's our light
The moon above
That which shines' by night
Always' a season changes
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Wet and cold chills' blow
Rarely in the sky
A star be born
A relic from time
Only to become frost
On the window panes'
Of life,
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Far away eyes' do see
No stars' by night
So many clouds by day...
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
Will you burn the earth`s skin to glass?.
Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69
I bent in adoration
before the dusky pearl of your forehead
the soft slopes of your never-ending body
shifting under a sea of blankets
Oh! treasure of treasures !
sparkling
to life
love
in the inner-sanctum of the
tent-temple of my emerald heart,
filling it with that attar fragrance ,
that compassionate smile,
that yearning voice,
quieting my storm
urging me
to swim your sultry sea.
How could the world ever be the same again ?
Outside,
rooted like stark brood of the Black stone ,
rocks parried thuddingly the capricious charge of waves
and subdued the swell and swirl of a dark ,disturbed sea.
The summer night was short
and I
cleaved to you like a calf to its mother.
Your dark-eyed nipples breasted the blanket ,
occulting the coarseness of Harmony .
We rocked to cradle the peace in the galaxy,
with love milking the way
to the morning star .
Winking over the mount,
Venus caught us intertwined ,
drooling like babes,
sated
I, summer cloud paramour of
you Landie ,
altar of my sensuous sacrifice
sweet naos forever
Yolande
briefly
undraping your
compassionate cosmic essence
for a gallant stripling
starving for affirmation.
Awed,
i nested in mouths
harmonizing
now enchanting,
now strident symphonies,
keen enough to split
chaos
into mutual opposites
that grappled , grinded and finally clashed ,
giving birth to a higher union.
I tattoo your name , Landie, on the stretched skin of the earth.
I pullulate the waves in your name
sackbutting the syllables
till tremolo breaks it breathlessly to foam
on the glistening beach of your belly
Wrinkles I didgeridoo into the dark blanket of our night,
stringing out your diadem of stars
I spiral you stately across my deep.
Breaking away
reluctantly
from the tug of your knees
i trolled our anchor through love`s flow
girding it close to my wound-up heart.
"Go now love….spare me a thought "
Your voice and a gentle seabreeze wafted me out.
Diving at dawn with a whale of love
between waking dunes
capped by sourfigs , bleary-eyed revellers,
the blue-blue sky warbled
“one and one and one is three
One thing you got know ,is you got to be free
Come together, right now , over me.”
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R J K means more than my name
So we won't be playing Guess Who, that silly game
It is abbreviated for Rightful Justified King
Not King of South or King of Bling
I like to consider myself Ruler of all Destinies (R.O.A.D.)
This is not King Tut, Hammurabi, or Ramses
I don't need to be passed the crown from my parent
I claim the throne at will it is apparent
Just like I told you all in Life of a Pharoah
The path of being King is narrow
But I'm not narrow-minded
How could you all be blinded
The way I get through life is like a rail being grinded
Rough, noisy, and on-and-off balance
To my enemies I hold cold malice
On top of the world, like I sit on the Statue of Liberty's head
I can both kill all humans and resurrect the dead
My fist and sword can do the job, no poison, no lead
I am wanted everywhere like water and bread
Now tell me who's better for the job
I'll be stuck to my position like corn stick to the cob
Leading my people against snakes in a battle
Be careful identifying because not all snakes rattle
Justification is a must
Power is not my lust
If you try to empower me I will reveal your guts
Try to billy me, I turn you into a goat
Is that a threat or a promise...lol...that's both
Feel my pain, show me love, understand
Help me up, be my crutch, hold my hand
Don't you try, to deny, don't wanna die
Close your eyes
Reach for the skies
You'll get a surprise
Richard Jamaal Keen
Rightful Justified King
Word to my Queen
Your my everything
Mentally in Rio de Jenario
I address the people: Yours Truly: Pharoah
With his go-go soul and sultry sound, he kicked out many lyrics and spat out many rhythmatic rhymes…they in the main stream at first rejected and disrespected his sound. They said it would corrupted the youth! Don’t mean a thing, he might say to them, if it ain’t got that go-go swing! With his trade mark glasses he sported with his guitar in tote as he strutted across the stage sporting that familiar treasure cat smile…as the black young youths on the dance floor…grinded out and sweated to his almost hypnotic beats and lyrical remixed of a restructured hit song …in a blacked out hole in some night club in the back streets of DC the former murder capital of the world! As he hollered out individuals names of people that seem to always follow him to just about ever one of his sold out shows…he even called out segments of each DC barrows as a show of appreciation for their loyalties and support. It took the main stream awhile to catch onto his different take on music…but he was not just the father of go-go music, he was an ambassador of all who truly love music and the lyrics of a song…he just remixed with his own flavor and called it the Chuck Brown and The Soul Searchers sound! Rock on Chuck, cause we know you got Gods Angeles grinding out to one of his sultry Go-Go songs! Even though we will all miss him, I know he got God even shaking his head to his Bustin Loose song!
My teeth were bad
My family was mad
Horrible dentists I’ve had
You are a dentist, you must be a cad
Forced to your venue
Long awaited dental care was to continue
I prefer to be home enjoying the flue
But my nagging wife I could not shoo
I’ve been told no pain no gain
It’s okay for a cavity to remain
Rather than go insane
Thinking about the forth coming pain
“Anti-dentite am I”, goes my proclamation
“I don’t want any part of your dental nation
I don’t care about tarter formation
Even though my gingivitis is in gestation”
You sat me in your chair
Flipped back you long hair
I started saying my prayer
And may have even shot you a glare
You gave me your word to listen to me
Sure, I thought, you’ll say anything for a fee
Many dentists have ignored my plea
I want to jump up and be free
Ok Jim, just a small pinch
While my gums you did inject, every inch
In my mind I am preparing your lynch
If I feel pain and exert even one flinch
You scraped, drilled, grinded, and polished
Soon all of my tarter had been abolished
My fear you still had not demolished
But my heart of distrust began to be washed
You battled my fear
And anxieties from many a year
You probably saw a tear
And soon my cavities were clear
We went to Sheol and back
In this battle of plaque
You proved you were not a quack
And mine enemies we did attack
My pockets are now bare
It is okay, I don’t care
God answered my prayer
Knowing with me , you were there
A span of emptiness and nothing else
Boundless like the sky
Not far in the past and for considerable time
Life was like a garden, roses and eglantine
This desert has not even a mirage.
I am like a grain grinded between two parts
Of stones of sky and earth
High like a mountain, insurmountable
Sucked me even of power to think
Prohibited for me like a hard drink
The memories of the past may bring solace
My old album, an escape from life, frozen in time.
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As I woke up in the night
I felt a whisper plainly light
It won my urgency and might
and left this stricken heart afire.
'Twas then I recalled amongst the ashes
a tragedy of placid acid
my conscience stained in moonlit blood
beyond these thoughts, just slits and gashes
Once more, to still this beating heart
I tried to nod and play my part
But it seemed my role was far ambitious
my guilt led me to emptier dark
In emptiness I started praying
believing He would be forthswaying,
maybe, even turn these drapings
into sympathy delaying
It seems the source of my DUE misery
was of a transformation of my making
the downfall plotted against my taking
the brother a thorn of mayhem
I grinded his bones and shod my feet
until next lifetime I'll retreat
Until next night-time I'll believe
the lies I fed my soul to sleep
I heard the whisper, ever certain
A gentle tap, a jilted stirring
Except I now know the referral
that taunts and spoils my peace, eternal
It felt so real, a blattant lie,
Those swirling colours that painted my mind,
of fictional characters beyond this light,
just dreams illusions and deep rewinds.
And as the night faded away
So to the whispers dared play.
Into the silence, I stared ablaze
Afraid next nighttime's slumber scare.
Dear Jack the Reaper
Flipping and fiddling, one might say engrossed by the impression
Formally geared up for the occasion
With eyes lit like clippers
Walking and hands in pockets dipper
Delighted by the label ‘Keeper’
Awaiting for the aftermath
For he is a walking chipper
Grinded, shredded I shed a tear
And for a thought is like
She turn-up when ends meet
That Mona Lisa smile
Stripping to entice mine eyes
Leaper leaping towards mine soul
Dear Lucy the Leaper
(can also be read from bottom up)
Space-Poet
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the coffee corner shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of new couples
strolling hand -in -hand by a sandy beach
Through the Sunday Mass and priest on the altar
Through morning picnic'gatherings
of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the grand harbour
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands
through moments of Birthdays and Weddings
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
Restaurants are closed
Our island is a ghost town
How long this story goes?
Today I hear no airplanes'sounds
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet I pray on my knees.
Today there are no tourists here
All children are inside
This Covid 19 desease
is worst than and Boogey-men
It killed our people
Placed tears within our eyes
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skyoe
My mothet's hug I'm to resist
So She remains alive
Today the world's a scary place
But together we will fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We leave this page behind.
Tomorrow there's a rainbow
Till then we have the rain
In rain's a silver -lining
From each loss there are lessons
Lessons we're to gain.
To appreciate our loved ones
Our island and this world
Together we will make it
This evil beast will end.
I was on path when I came to a fork in the tongue
And with a simple sinful flick I was flung.
Onto the path that the world traveled.
Trekking on only to see their world unraveled.
But I bumped and grinded on the edge of a slippery slope
So when I slipped I used my knowledge to cope.
I survived my decline much like Miley Cyrus,
Instead of seeking the Lord’s knowledge in the Papyrus.
Like Eminem I was full of myself but I still had had a hunger
That would not let me hear the beautiful things by Gungor.
I tossed my wonderfully made soul around like a pair of dice
Rejecting the teachings that would lead to para para para dise.
Because how can you stomach the idea of second place
With YMCA trophies to show that everybody wins the race.
The prizes are so blinding it makes it hard for us to hear.
Train all you want, the finish line you will never clear.
We possess no power to turn our deaths into Life.
So we needed a savior to save us from our strife.
Passover lambs, unleavened bread and bloody sweat
Accompanied the only death we will never regret.
With the fare of 30 pieces of silver paid, he boarded the cross
And the heavenly conception would appear to be a loss.
The chief priests and lawmakers begin to feign
And a Pilate washed his hands and started the plane
That would begin the don’t stop believing journey
Because Jesus came to fulfill the law unlike an attorney.
He had to sacrifice his Son on a hill to show man.
Then he raised him up like Josh Groban.
And yet we still can’t work our deaths into good
It is the birth, life, death, and resurrection that will get us into the heavenly neighborhood.
Sour and sickening,
my mind feels poisoned,
poisoned by so many lies.
Lonely and lost,
my soul feels as if it
has been trapped within
a ball of sharp wire,
endlessly trying to
release itself.
Blind and naive,
my eyes see constant
false pictures of
hidden reality.
Grinded and crushed,
my body feels as if it
has been created into
black ash suffocating
my own thoughts like smog
dominating many minds and
souls causing them to
become manuplatative
and black-hearted,
poisoning many others by
their words of spite and
venomous hands of darkness.
In bands of endless sand, where life peeked through new
The sunlight swatches skin, beneath cooked antique cloth
Natives abide the ceased courier, pigeons plucking past
Markets marked with clenched jaws, gravel grinded toes
Cities etched by tribal cleave as dusty binoculars blur
Mothers bearing children under an ever-blackened flag
Godforsaken region once held clues of cradles edge
Now crimson tears sift throughout the ink of lost ideals
Below a leafy marquee, is aweary child in slumber
To all, his eyes manifest
To them, merely function
Beautifully resting, looped in imaginations elastic
Rituals rip open eyes, he is trained under the creed
Final duty done today, under misguided mutiny
Forfeited, as another guessed loanee of the gods
Out, out!
Tender light
Through the open window that is life
Illuminates eternity
Mingling between sun and sea
Little soul extinguishing the flames