Best Hell Or High Water Poems
She looks out the window and sees him in the distance.
So much fear inside leaves no room for resistance.
If she ran right now she might be able to get away.
With every broken rib she's nothing more than a cliche.
She was once a strong woman, and could stand on her own.
Now he's broken her will and more than one bone.
Run, run, run her mind screams in shear terror.
She unlocks the door without so much as a prayer.
Maybe this time will be different and he won't be mad.
Somehow she has to tell him he's about to be a dad.
She should have taken that card and called the hot line.
Her whole world changed as soon as she got the plus sign.
If she can make it thru the night she'll pack up and leave.
Somewhere deep inside she knows that's only make believe.
She's his till the end, come hell or high water.
There's nothing anyone can do about the oncoming slaughter.
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Now they say that girls are made of sugar
And spice, but good girls finish last my friend.
For there is one truth for all women kind,
Come hell or high water we will fight
For our right to indulge ourselves in
The need for perfections greatest
Confections, COOKIES!!!
Yes we will take down that cookie
Puppet clown, dressed in blue,
For there is no fiercer monster known
To man, then a women who’s cookie
Faddish is left unsatisfied.
Peanut butter to chocolate chip,
Just pass the milk and watch out dude,
For women shall be the first to dip.
Call us the two fisted women of the
Raw dough generation, we don’t
Really care, just pass grandma’s old
Cookie jar.
Roll me down the bakery sweet,
No fragrance smells finer then freshly
Baked what ladies, COOKIES.
Sugar me sweet it’s the ladies favorite
Treat, by the bucket or truck load it can’t
Be beat, frosted or plain, it matters not,
But without Milk its sacrilege that is
No doubt!!
Now chocolate maybe the vise five to
Seven days a month, but cookies rule
As the male race drools, because honey
There is no doubt women will take you
Don’t for what, lets all say it ladies around
The world, all together now, SAY WHAT
COOKIES!!!!!!
By the way did I tell you my favorite
Food in the world, of course it’s very
Obvious, COOKIES!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO POET DESTROYER
And to all women
I want much more than one..night of passion
I want our dreams and desires to come true
I want each memory, to be beyond our belief
That’s what I want...with you
That’s what I want
That’s what I need
From the first time I met you, I believe
You changed my whole world
You are my soulmate girl
That’s what I want with you
You make me see that life... is worth living
You’ve been a rock when I’m on..sinking sands
What you must understand, is I’m your biggest fan
I’ll forever want.. you girl
You’re what I want
You’re what I need
Let me show you complete.... ecstasy
I wear my heart on my sleeve, let me make you complete
That’s what I want with you
Come hell or high water, I’ll be here
We’ve missed years and what a price we have paid
It’s never seemed right, without your kiss goodnight
I’ve always wanted you girl
You’re what I want
You’re what I need
Let me show you complete.... ecstasy
I wear my heart on my sleeve, let me make you complete
That’s what I want with you
I wear my heart on my sleeve, you make me complete
You’re what I want.... in this world
You’re what I want in this...world
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
Being lazy today is the name of the game.
I have no remorse, I have no shame.
I’m watching Hallmark movies to my heart’s content.
This Saturday afternoon will be well spent.
Come hell or high water, I won’t leave the couch.
This is what the doctor ordered for being a grouch.
The housework can wait, this requires my attention.
Being lazy today is the mother of invention!
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Once there was a man called John biscuit, the faith
“What you believe you are, you are” biscuit’s great faith
Come hell or high water
Shame, redicule no matter
Bloody biscuit what do you believe? Tell the truth.
If I knew then what I know now
My marriage would be bliss.
What I’m about to say you won’t
Want to miss. Marriage is for life,
Till death each will part, through
Sickness health, and adversities,
Think twice before you make a start.
Marriage is sacred and binding
It is God’s plan from the start.
No longer me nor I, we both share
The pie. Ordained by the father the
Almighty on high.
We are unique, a work of art, yet not perfect
Just a work in progress. Follow it through
And in the process, taste victories stand the test.
Don’t throw in the towel, when things don’t
Seem right, stand up to the challenge and don’t
Give up the fight.
Show love and affection, communicate
Just to name a few. Once part of my experience
And the essentials I failed to do. Tell her that
You love her, even if said a hundred times before,
Stop the enemy in his tracks, don’t leave an open door.
Teeth and tongue will bite an old phrase and
So very true. Again I’m not perfect I don’t
Know about you? Now it’s paramount that my
Marriage, last come hell or high water,
I’m in for the journey, the long haul, no
Time to falter.
Please note: I do believe there are great marriages
And individuals who are very happily married, but
Let’s face reality; sadly some do not always blossom
for whatever reasons. My poetry are based on my life
experiences, and not geared at any one.
Form:
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
"Come Hell Or High Water"
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
I don't want either coming my way!
One's the unquenchable Fire
that will burn for eternity and a day!
The other's Water so high
that it literally kisses the sky!
Neither one is a good thing
I don't want either one stopping by!
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
Now that's a phrase that commands attention!
It's indicative of determination
with focused intention!
It most definitely implies
that nothing is going to stand in the way,
and something, without a doubt,
will be said or will be done today!
It's a vow to make and take a stand,
and no matter what may take place,
let Spirit, Wisdom, Faith and Courage
stand with you if this is what you face!
For each is a force to be reckoned with,
possessing great Power and Might,
Knowing if they struck singly or combined,
there'd be nothing left in sight!
May nothing of that nature
ever come this way,
but If I must stand up against them both,
HE will guide my way!
With this I have completed my vow.
I did exactly what earlier I did say!....
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
I am writing.....
"Come Hell Or High Water!"
today!
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3/29/2016
2006 Fifa World Cup, ah jump and celebrate Trinidad in it
But yuh know de saying, after joy is sorrow sh…..t
Yeah boy, all skin teeth eh laugh
Trinidadians like too much bacchanal
Band yuh belly or just eat a food nah
Behind back is dog’, before face is Mr. Dog ha!
Geographically behind God back is Switzerland
Shush! Bush have ears, corruption in Fifa and other far away land
Well there is something brewing, something cooking up
Come hell or high water America aim for control, headquarters swoop
Yuh hear comess
Corbeau doh eat sponge cake or wear dress
Ey, cut eye doh kill
Dis corruption thing is ah skill
De mark buss
De gloves are off who come fuss
Boy beat the Iron while it hot
Yuh ‘WARNER’ retire to be free ah what
Well de mango doh fall far from the tree nah
Yuh either a Havelange, a Blatter or ah ice Glazer
Doh drink tea too sweet for nobody fever
Doh cut off yuh nose tuh spoil yuh face forever
Fifa put de cart before the horse
Scandal and corruption investigation enforced
Empty vessels make de most noise
Whether partnership or independent every bread have he cheese
Remember goat doh make sheep
So whichever leader ent going to care
He/she doh eat nice de say causing fear
I dey with dem jus come attitude about de same old stuff
Doh like tuh wok and jus loll off
I am just a simple storyteller
Political LEXOPHILIA
©Copyright June 9, 2015 by Brian PierreNasia Alexander
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Wondering memories of wild adolescence,
Flash before me like a mental Rolodex
Reverberating daze,
Time cannot take away.
A fifteen–year–old,
Broken neck calypso.
Gazing through the jungle-o window
Unequipped to fathom what was about to happen.
I saw the moon in your eyes,
And knew;
You smile in the way that islands do,
And the zephyrs planned to bring your love back to me, too.
You were everything I imagined.
Sunlight on a dismal day,
The lone palm in the tropic heat,
A boyish grin that made my flowers bloom;
You were the Cabin Boy.
Realizing, all you can be at 23
is yourself.
And I am the wanderer's wandering daughter.
The pretty little minor that comes hell or high water,
You broke California law for.
I waited at your f i n g e r
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Just his little Pisces jailbait.
Who didn't exist till 1996.
An inevitable source of panic that would rise in his eyes
Every time he kissed,
Her Kona lips.
Until deciding he had to leave,
Claiming island fever, on his way out the back door.
Lost as a half-gone waning moon.
With only the ocean’s waves continuous roar
Sunburnt, white foam, salt spray,
Condemned - to an inevitable end
Unable to prevail past the break at your soul's cliff edge.
I grab a raft to float;
In the deep waters of the heart.
Somewhere in between the no -
longer & the still -
to-come
Washed upon my soul’s sand.
Reaching out with new green shoots -
Resurrecting the chthonic biome
From deep within the molten core
Till the blocky incline fell away,
And I found myself;
On the surface of a lake of solidified lava.
In the heat of a passionate encounter
Do you ever stop and think
“Wonder what's for din-din?”
Seems all our thoughts and energy
Are devoted to the task at hand, so to speak
So much so that it feels like our head will explode
Then that indescribable moment
When the trumpets blow
And a band of angels start singing, “Hallelujah!”
Are we interested in who won the big game last night
Or the political situation in Kazakhstan
Well I can surely tell you here and now
Because at that indescribably moment of joy
I REALLY don't give a poop!
The building could come collapsing down around me
I'm intent on finishing what I started
Come hell or high water
Did you ever stop and wonder
What's for din-din tonight?
© Jack Ellison 2014
Once upon a time, my life was on track
Moving onward, achieving all my goals
Revered by my peers, their pats on my back
They praised my advice and said it was gold
Its was nice that they cared enough to call me
They would say "Mitch, I'm glad you changed that"
I'd reply "anything for the company"
Followed by dreaded small talk and chit chat
Then the day my mom called, my world just caved
My brother was sick, in the intensive care
San Diego was three thousand miles away
Hell or high water, I was going to get there
I quit my job just before a promotion
The CEO offered me a big raise
I declined and his eyes filled with emotion
He knew my brother was in his last days
When I arrived he could barely see
His doctor said AIDS in the last stage
Talked about girls and Yosemite
He wanted out of his room, his cage
I wheel chaired him on out to the parking lot
To see my new truck and so he could smoke
He quoted a scripture I never forgot
His blind eyes pure gray as he took a toke
It was about the Mount Zion in our home town
He had found God, which explained his calm
I said "that is great" as his smoke hit the ground
He started my journey, I found it in Psalms
By the rivers of Babylon
where we sat down
yea, we wept,
when we remembered Zion
8/25/17
From here to over yonder
Come hell or high water
Before, during and after the dog days of summer
Standing out like no other
Showing my true colors
No one I need to convince
I drink like a fish
Not a myth
Eversince
It's
Been hit
And miss
Holy s***
Good intent
Was always meant
So please excuse my french
Too many
Showing envy
Involved in a feeding frenzy
Going for broke
Won't
Be looked at as a joke
With my own style
Going to go the extra mile
In order to make it more worthwhile
A lot of people high on the hog
It's rather odd
Just like the concept of god
Through experience, we find knowledge, wisdom, and patience. Think carefully about each step you take, for each
movement is vital not only to your own path, but to the universal duality of action and reaction. Though these vital
progressions often consist of mistakes that cannot be undone, they can certainly be countered and redeemed by
future acts. With this in mind, go- and don't fret over past mistakes. Instead, embrace these mistakes; for it is
through these mistakes that we gain mother earths most valuable lessons; lessons of:
Peace.
Love.
Unity.
Respect.
Far and wide, the human eye denies the lies of our logic, and this ill sense of pride we feel is leading us further from
the light of truth. Those of us that still feel this truth- the dreamers- must fight for justice, and win back the future of
our blinded tribe. Seek truth, question authority, and never give up on yourself. Come hell or high water, we will
fight through the end, and we will fight not for prides sake, but rather for our morals sake- for the sake of future
generations, not these opposing blind obligations. For the sake of humanity and all that it has fought for, we will not
allow any more. The human spirit must marry peace, and remain with it until death do us part.