Best Hed Poems


The Only Good Enemy

here be en emimy of tombstone jack
his eminy tried to shoot em back
but ole jack made em see the light
he done it fastr en he done it right
jack showd em the errer to his ways
he sure enoff put the end to his days
 jack doe sent em to his eternal bed
with six guns ablazin en a heap of lead
Im aguessin he wanted em dead
at least that be what the rumerin said
now ole jack he done hisself a goodin
he done left the bar maid a cryin en wooin
worrin hed be alayin here a bullit ta his head
pushin up dayzes instead of winin a trade in lead


Author's Note:
the spelling, grammatical errors, and the dialect are done
intentionally. It is my attempt to keep within the 1800's era
writing style. A writer of that time was lucky to be able to write
their own name.
© K River  Create an image from this poem.

When You Love Someone Who Does Not Love You Back

When you love someone who does not love you back
You pretended to love me but you did not
You should have told me before but you did not
If it wasn't for my friend i would have been dead by your lies
How dare you hurt my feelings 
when you told me that you love me i believed 
But it turned out to be a lie 
When i met you i thought that i hed the whole wide world in my hands
But then i turned to a lie also
When people say actions speak louder than words i did not believe them
But now i know it happens 
When someone shows you who they really are believe them
I just wish you were not a player you are a good guy but not a lover
One day i will find someone i love and who will love me back
Was this some kind of a game
Where by u tell a girl that you love her and then you date them for five days
And it turns out to be a joke
For the first time in my life you were the first one to date me 
And break my heart 
But the thing is that no matter how hard the sittuation is i will always have a smile on my face
I hate that i loved you and believed you when you said i am your one and only you lied
No matter what i will always love you
PS I LOVE YOU

Yonder Wood, a Salute To Paul Laurence Dunbar By Ron Porter

Dat gal done gone an lef me? '?lone
went t'town wit huh red shoes on.
Hi' ole heels,dress on tight
Powda and paint,sum'in ain't right


They's som kine of problum I caint explain
I believes sum main done turnt her hed
stayin out late,alw ays rais'in sayin
gotta take uh baf, fo' she get in bed

So I follered huh one night to see
Lemme tell ya I seent real good
Dat woman spose'd to be lovin me,
Sportin ah nuthah main, in yonder wood


ME, I tries to be uh good main
work ever day; try t' serve da lord
My woman wanna ride in Cadillacs
Alls I own is uh beat down Ford

Ever night she cum home sweatin
ev'n tho the weather been steady cool
I'll make a flea uh wrestlin jacket
fo I let huh make me uh fool.

Bag packed, gwine to da railroad track
catch me uh train to eny'where good
If'n ya wanna fine dat woman I lef behine
Dig down deep, in yonder wood.
© Ron Porter  Create an image from this poem.


Broken Mojo

See me a visualization of the truth. A fatal portrait selfie. A dose of reality. 1zt card life dealt me waz the high joker. Nocturnal Mojo. An ounce of venom. Mixed wit buckshot. Inhale freedom. Magick red carpet ridez. Living righteously. A man, protector of angelz I attain 2b supreme. Humanz jyzt suk, addicted 2 self induced chaos. Mojojuize iz the fountain of youth. I'm smooth. I walk amongst the illuminationz shadowz. A skeleton key. American Mojo. Ur the Gordian Knot 2 my Mojo the Gr8. Big Red Ride Or Die Hoodlum. Itz my Earth. Mind ripper barbed wire electric fence all up in ur hed. Co creator of beautiful golden karma my aura glowz super nova. Sexually aerodynamic, take u2 higher ground n pass ur test. Domento in me Mojo, wen I am I, I am the bezt. Silver tongued vocabulary. Lyrical 4play. Ironic how I feel safeness within ur dangerousness. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. Lunacy in a free mind. Memoriez r all in order. An angelz feather & a photo of us brotherz. I will not fail. I'm beyond better. May i tempt u, ride wit me. Seductive in my madness. Letz journey in2 the mysterious afterlife. After we celebrate life 4 decadez of decadence 2 come. I'm all about family. A magickal creature, never sleep me. I'm a nightmare calming dream. Only God will judge me. Gear blacked out in a dark part of a dark city. Insidious motivez. Blood 4 bloodline. Naw we all got kingdomz 2 build. Swear tho upon my lilz. I will rain down upon thee hellfire n brimstone whosever ever harmz my Trinity. Til then I'ma keep grinding stimulating my faith. A spirit reincarnated phoenix named Soulfyre Free. On the lookout 4 that fabled Dragon smoke. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run. I am here, now run.

So Affraid

im so affraid to loose him he means so much to me if he were to leave im not sure id know who to be he has bceome a part of  me and i love him so very much but he seams to not be able to handel haveing a relationship with someone he cant see or touch. theirs more than just the physical stuff when it comes to a relationship and i know it gets hard hes not going through this alone, i just wish hed realize that so we could just move forward but, instead he gets mad and sulks cuz nobody knows how he feels we gues what i do! i miss you like crazy i want nothing more then to hold you and kiss you and cuddle up but im working so hard for us not just me i dont understand how thats a bad thing didnt we both agree we want to be more than our parents want a better life for our family i just hope he truely thinks about what he does before he realy does it he knows he will be just as misriable as me if he does decide to leave ill never let him know how it will kill me slow hes become a part of me not just my lover but my best friend as well....hes been there for me through everything hes been my rock... how will i ever be able to say goodbye to him my bestfriend?

The Man Ill Not Forget

of all the people whose paths crossed mine
theres one ill not forget
he always swore hed forever be single
until the day his true love he met
the change it was dramatic
no longer parties and late nights
he gave up most of his close friends
to his true loves great delight

he no longer thought for himself
he was blinded by loves snare
dark was what was developing
black was the color of her hair
some tried to advise him
that all may not be what it seems
but he dismissed them all with malice
who dare besmirch this girl of his dreams

i heard it on the grapevine
where all bad news gets broadcast
he came home from work one day early
what he seen hit him like a shotgun blast
his true love was wrapped in another
in his bed in his place
what really broke this man apart
was the smile she wore on her face

the rest was like a trainwreck
he deterioated so fast
he never washed he barely spoke
his true love now a painful past
his face was now barely disguising
the hurt and anguish he carried inside
newspapers called it an accident
but we all knew it was suicide


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F orests of floral passion desire converged reflections shining mirrors
O f wildest dreams come together true bidden not forbidden fruit in
R ound curvaceous mangoes cherries grapes and mutual temptation
E mbrace transcend your words unspoken colours scripted orange pink
V iolet indigo scented tapestries of sensing sensual climactic fragrance
E ver forever everlasting from that fleeting blink of splashing moments
R etrieved consoled compounded enlightenment in wet and pastel blue

I n your eyes all worries vagaries fragmentations unveil another story
N arrate two minds two souls melt and forge sensational sensations

Y our wings touch my roots and your foundations make me rock and fly
O n cotton moons of weightless lighted sensuous blends of coupled spoons 
U nder floating tears of laughter sadness joy scream gently sparkling stars
R oll tease spark encourage squeeze the river delta’s flow from your spring

E mbrace your touch taste perfume the tingling waves and beautiful delight
Y our glance your entertainment of my humble offerings your frown and wink
E nshrined in bark of cinnamon and humid floral passing capturing passiflora
S hed secret secrets intellectual pheromones lost lust emotion lover’s love

12th July 2016

Headid-An Analogy

This is the container that holds the Mass that drives and steers the intellect
Playing our instrumental sense organs using the matter and the mouth to 
amplify 
Our mental and emotional controls with level poise
Always recognizing the natural aptitude for talent in Us and on Out
Constructively leveling a gauge for respect of all mentality with its qualities
Id lets the wisest prevail when pluralizing an obverse observation
By being either end whose two ends need not be distinguished
Large charge being in charge of the division of plant and animal
Topping the oval part of a printed musical note and the beginning of beer
Or a striking part of a weaponless tool, or a stool in the bowel of a ship
Just winning by a length of it gives place of leadership, honor, or command
While culminating the point of breaking abscess or magnetic transducer 
indulgence
Devotee to substance or groan on the bone
Off ones, over ones, out of ones—crazy, don’t get it, delirious
But bringing something to it finalizes and makes one realize two are better than 
one
And a source of psychic energy derived from instinctual needs and drives

Hed, hEafod houbit, caput with an ache 
Hed, hEafod houbit, caput for goodness sake
Hed, hEafod houbit, caput the only brake
Hed, hEafod houbit, caput we give a shake
To drive this Mass of intellect.

Robert Berrima Quinn Military Medal Port Adelaide Stalwart

Born in 1915 at Birkenhead by the Port River Inlet 
A son of Port Adelaide  as one of the best youd get
In the days before bridges he would row
Across the river to training and games hed go

He debuted for the Magpies in 1936 at Alberton
And was the best player in that game then
Winning the 1938 Magarey Medal as the best in the league
He was one who epitomises the best of the Creed

Then in 1939 he captain coached the Magpies 
To the third premiership after the ones in 1936 and 1937 as Football wise
But war clouds were gathering and he heard the bugle call then
Enlisting in second 43 Battalion in June 1940 as a warrant officer second class his country to defend

Off to North Africa he sailed with his mates
To Libya and Tobruk battlefields his life risked to fate
Then on the 3 August 1941 who took command of the 10 platoon
At the siege of Tobruk to blow a barbed wire machine gun soon

He told his men that death was near
As the Germans poured on fire across the battlefield clear
And he would lay the last Bangalore explosive torpedo 
The most dangerous one to place near the machine gun hed go

Only three of the seven survived in the heavy fire
With Quinns turn the next the danger so dire
And he was hit by shrapnel in the top of the thigh
Being hit in the head again the bullets flying by

On top of this a wounded mate called out
And he took him up on his back to the trench after the shout
The machine gun was silenced in the mission success
A Military Medal was awarded to Quinn as one of the best

When his wounds healed he was promoted to lieutenant 
And to the Pacific War defending Australia he was sent
And in September 1943 in New Guinea he was injured severely 
In his knee arm and face which could have cost his football dearly

But he made it through those broken years
Returning to Adelaide and more football cheers
To win a second Magarey Medal in 1945 an accolade 
As captain coach of Port Adelaide 

So we remember this brave man
Of the battlefield and Aussie Rules oval grand
Two Magarey Medals three premierships four best and fairest medals 15 times played for South Australia and All Australian player
With a Military Medal on the battlefield a brave ANZAC soldier.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Home Forclosure

todays the day the awful day
they come to take my home away
head cases with suit cases
never a rush
but still races

is this the end how did it come to this
first my health then my job then wife
these very walls supported me my whole dam life
built by my father with his very own hands
now the baliff is taking my family lands

just one more month i had said
just last week on the phone
but the bank said no 
we just want your home

well i thouht ahead plotted carefully my next home
at least in my new home ill be left in peace and alone
not much family left here so i wont be much missed
just say goodluck to the neighbours
then one last time ill get pissed

they came on time with piece of paper in hand
knock knock on the door 'sir its time to leave your land'
no response from within perhaps hes already left
baliff enters open door to give house a check
hed left alright done it his own way in his own place
his lifeless body swung gently , hint of a smile on his face

Flying Glass Shards

The mess you made, was 
apocalyptic. 
How the debris streaks 
like a fireball.

The blood becomes 
a sheer truth. 
Moist, sticky on 
your hands.

Up in your sleeves 
the past hed planted 
many wrecks, 
You will not be able to retrieve.

The burnt-out roses 
emit a beautiful odour. 
The phoenix rises again 
from the colored ash.


Satish Verma

Gone

I lived in a world where i only watched 
Where clouds rise like kings'where sunsets bow like jesters before them 
And the moon watches hed been offered kingship once but he declined 
For power is not worth a monsoon 
I watched this world where the grass was meaningful where ants were always in Misery because the ground always trembles 
Where everything found an answer , why.
Now i see its not always this way 
Now i watch as the skies turn grey and midnight black swallows everything

The Duck, the Dog, the Chicken and I

 
The duck, the dog, the chicken and I, 
loved long walks along the beach. 
Me with spade firm in hand, 
Lick played ball in the sand. 
Dip had her scarf wrapped round her head, 
And Chick wore a green bainette. 

Lamenting of sweet times gone by, 
when Chick, Dip, Lick and I, 
Would splish, splash, splosh in puddles deep, 
Or fee fi fo on mountain steep. 
Where Billy goats would cautiously wonder, 
and trolls leap out from deep, down under. 

Oh the fun times we had, 
playing dress up, fighting bad. 
The superheroes of the town, 
me, in my bright red dressing gown. 
Lick in his unique mask disguise, 
Dip wearing her brand new xray eyes. 
Chick flaunting a full licra suit, 
as the latest MI5 recruit. 

We'd scurry high, low, far and near, 
from mountain top to sunny pier. 
We'd often see my lonesome nan, 
who'd bake the best, homemade flan. 
I'd guzzle the berries placed on top, 
Lick would chomp on fresh cream clot. 
Dip feasted on the almond base, 
And Chick enjoyed the pastry case.

Then on we'd hed to Nancy's green, 
for a kick about beside the Dean. 
We'd paddle round the great big lake, 
in a dinghy boat, eight by eight. 
Until it was then time for tea, 
when all the young children flee

Back home to mama's warm, fresh bread, 
mutton soup and cabbage head. 
To help me grow up good and strong, 
and bulk me up for summers long. 
Then I'd lie all sleepy by my friends, 
and tell stories till the daylight ends. 
Tales of dragons, beasts and vast adventure, 
of the duck, the dog, the chicken and I.

08.19.2020

Sumer Is Icumen In: An Update For Allergy Sufferers

Sumer is icumen in
a modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

This is an update of an old classic for those of us who suffer with hay fever and other allergies ...

Sumer is icumen in
Lhude sing achu!
Groweth sed
And bloweth hed
And buyeth med?
Cuccu!

Keywords/Tags: spring, summer, seasons, hay fever, seeds, pollen, pollution, med, meds, medicine, medical, achoo, stuffy, nose, blowing, ragweed, congestion, update, updates, updating, flower, flowers, health, daffodils

The Man Beside My Bed

the man beside my bed stands there and watches me sleep through to the day of my 12th birthday
the man beside my bed kneels down
the man beside my bed scrapes my hair behind my ear
the man beside my bed runs his filthy fingers down my arm
the man beside my bed touches me in the wrong way 
the man beside my bed i wish hed go away he scares me
the man beside my bed beats me hurts me emotionaly 
the man beside my bed listens to me scream stop but dosent hear me 
the man beside my bed stole my childhood from me now all i have left are thought of my
first love 
the man beside my bed is now the man sleeping in my bed while he lays his dirty arm around me
im screaming inside get off of me but im to affraid of saying the wrong thing 
the man sleeping in my bed can hurt my feelings just by looking at me
the man sleepin in my bed i will never forget cuz of his smelly breath angry eyes and
hurtful words 
the man sleepin in my bed i hope he dosent try to stand by my daughters bed the man
sleepin in my bed made me have innocent little children before i was ready these poor
innocent children i take my pain and misery on them 
the depression will soon eat away at my bones and  soon he will become the man sleepin
alone in my bed
and noone cares about it cause im still here with him 
scared llonley in misery and filled with hate toward everyone around me 
my relationshps will never be the same ill always c his face and he will haunt me im scared
so lord i ask once again please help!!!!!!!!!!!

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