Best Hoody Poems
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
There once was a girl named Red,
Whose grandma was sick in bed.
She packed up some goodies,
Put on her red hoody,.
And made haste before Granny was dead.
Now Granny lived in the woods,
So Red skipped as fast as she could.
A wolf blocked her path,
So she gave into wrath,
And pummeled the beast where it stood.
Red hastened to her destination,
But to her great consternation,
The wolf had survived,
And subsequently arrived,
And was waiting with much anticipation.
Granny was sitting up in bed,
As she saw the wolf approach Red.
The wolf said "I'm ready to eat",
Granny said, "I'm packing heat",
Then proceeded to fill him with lead.
The wolf was a problem no more,
Which thrilled Red and Granny to the core.
Now Granny, she got well,
And everything turned out swell.
Their story became a part of folklore.
7/13/21
"Disappointment"
YOU SHOULD RAAGE...
Against protestors pushed out the city parks.
RAAGE...
Against black women beaten on the freeway.
RAAGE...
Against shooting best friends accidentally.
RAAGE...
Against some deep protect and serve concrete mind sets.
RAAGE...
Against human beings less than property.
Yay, even movie stars live behind bars.
YOU SHOULD RAAGE...
Against carrying 9mm while teaching ABC's.
RAAGE...
Against calls for help leading to blood and screams.
RAAGE...
Against mentally ill killed without sorrow.
RAAGE...
Against the secret keeping from the people.
RAAGE...
Against the "don't believe your eyes" Legacy.
RAAGE...
Against hoody teens murder immunity.
RAAGE....
Against a society's double standards.
RAAGE...
Against unprotecting of minorities.
RAAGE...
Against Dr. King's dream, for most folks, still unseen,
A blind justice that sees only blue or green.
RAAGE...
Standing our ground was how society was raised.
PRAISE...
A leader raised in poverty understands rage.
Outside the white house an angry parade decree,
"Enraged are we, the way some are treated differently,
All us citizens are the same, despite color or claim".
Those were great days.
Frank and Nada went together like pina-colada
Each half had dreams and brought laughs
He’d open doors and make real sure
That his Nada; he would truly care for.
He also had family from before
They cared for him. He for them. That
Can’t be ignored. Well Frank got ill in 2021,
Nada called for help; what else to do?
Ambo’s came calling, her Frank to help
He’s thinking clear?
His birth date he gets it right correcting Nada
To 1962 not 61 here, so she puts some fear upon the shelf
She’s told don’t worry we’ll treat him well
This was by now the triage speaking I make bold to
Tell, yet the lies soon started about where he
Was? Well’ Dispatched supposed to Canberra from
Queanbeyan, she gave an hour and then she rang, to
Canberra. To ask a bit. There was no Frank!
Some panic hit. Her man was still there at
Queanbeyan had invasive p c r, then
ICU? What is their plan?
They say Frank’s in for a real fight, but they’ll see him through,
He’ll be alright. and ring
Whenever you like at all, just be assured Frank’s
Welfare is our first call, yet when she phones no hand picked up..
Hardly ever at all
Really simple stuff. Then they administered
The killer remdesivir intravenous tubes plus
Ventilator to her dear. She’d call by phone
They were always busy, at five they might
Call but the advice they suggested would
Make her dizzy, on the strength on facts we
Can only proclaim they treat him rough as guts its plain… Both
In Canberra and Queanbeyan. After some days their story
Changed; he was on his way out now a Bronwyn claimed
There was a Dr. Tom and a registrar but as for help they were far; very far,
Fentanyl was next to come, his organs failing, his heart was poorly
Nearly gone. Nada fears murder.
That much is clear, I found I cried a tear as Hoody did!
My country’s smashed I offer no kid. In despair and longing I call to all Aussies
Wake up and act, just make a plan, now stand tall. And make it strong for those
Like Frank who’ve suffered hard and long, both in Canberra and at Queanbeyan!
©Joe Maverick 10-4-2023
She sat on the side of the room to the left,
Her earphones in, and her hoody on,
And her eyes stare forward, and fail to blink
And her hands are clasped together.
And she stays like this until the end.
She walks around at her steady pace,
But her heart beats at 100km per hour.
She gives polite smiles,
And discrete middle fingers,
And she stays like this until the end.
She goes to her bedroom and closes the door,
Quietly locking it behind her.
She sits on the floor and opens the box,
And then begins to cut.
And she stays like this until the end.
She cleans herself up, and wipes away her tears,
And hopes no one will ever know.
And she looks in the mirror,
And doesn’t recognize the girl,
And she stays like this until the end.
With her hoody, her makeup, her sunglasses,
And her earphones in, she has to face the world,
And she sits in school, her head held low,
Alone, and hopes, and thinks.
And she stays like this until the end.
And the time comes for her to leave,
And she can barely move,
She can’t, she can’t be alone.
Cause she knows she won’t come back.
And she stays like this until the end.
She goes to the bathroom and opens the cupboard,
Reaching for the pills.
She grabs a glass, and climbs in the bath
And downs all the pills.
And she stayed like this till the end.
She grabbed her blades, and cut her arms,
Her stomach, her thighs, her hips, her wrists,
She cried until she could cry no more,
And waited it to end.
And she stayed like this till the end.
She took her last breath, and thanked the lord,
And said “I’ll be home soon mummy”
And she closed her eyes, and fell asleep
Never to wake again.
And that was the way she stayed, the end.
Night even more freezing
It defeats me in my yellow hoody
No stars tonight
It's only me and a bunch of French fries
Low lights in shimmer
I'm sitting next to the window
At the cafe with a glass of Bintang beer in company
Waiting for the sunrise
On the height of thousands feet from my city
I released all my mind density
As if the clouds took them away
Vanish along with the fog of those mountains
I wish I could stay
But the sunrise won't wait
And the day will force in
My time is only at dawn when the sun is waking up the day
Then I will gone
Note:
In my little moment at a small cafe in Mount Bromo
Sinfonia
Phi For One
Mu for Alpha
Orange splices of pure fire fall to the cavernous wall as if the world was on its head,
Shadows of friends in greeting prints the rock a far,
I sit in comfort and complete humility by a roaring fire of fraternity.
I ponder my great quest for fire.
A long road remembered,
As barber drips from the pores of my soul chanting a deafening memory of my initiation.
The end is near, the wait is impossible, my stomach churns but I don’t care. I whisper to my earned brother, “where are we?”, “In the middle of no where in a freezing car.” Several hours go by and nay we pledges have much importance. Finally, the sounds of gravel hence at approaching membership. I hold and follow my earned brother along a steep and rocky path. I peer down my nose at my feet, barely staying vertical. I feel a blaze of warmth and hear a hissing crackle as if cast into the inferno of hell and damnation. An eerie silence blanketed by the radiance of Adagio. I feared the unknown and was most untrusting of the “Actives.” Who con and deceive. I trust Nathan and Dustin though, and they would not harm me! My mind never rested, I considered every course of retaliation, every out, every option.
At last I remove my blindfold destination revealed with aww.
Fresh and clear meanings defined.
My ritual, praised by youthful hearts, of Orpheus.
I am proud in brotherhood and understanding. I finally ware my gray hoody with the letters PHI MU ALPHA.
I (and others) have traveled great distances in Phi for One.
This One is but Mu, and can only be found in the leap of Alpha.
The Mu is necessary for Alpha and such a night is latent in all our minds
At nights end we all have replenished our souls with remembrance of fraternal meaning and brotherly spirit.
Raise your prelude to all the brothers, we sing.
A large circle of brothers arm over shoulder singing proud and loud on this cold damp November starry night.
This night is replayed over and over in my mind, reaffirming my commitment too Iota Rho’s long honored traditions. Time is irrelevant though we say its not. Perfection is of no concern, though we heave its importance.
At last the echo carries… SIN..FON..IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa! At last the traditions are entrusted to the next generation.
They got me IN A Picture fRaMe uP
I was guilty because I was black
Running down the street before it got dark
I had to be home before the street lights on
Before dusk I'm runnin home
A police cruiser drives by
They got me on their computer
They got me IN A Picture fRaMe uP
Their was a robbery and they said that
Suspect looks like me wearin grey hoody
Police siren on
Pulls me over, wow..
Now the story we all look familiar
They got me N A Picture frame
And if I'm the same shade of skin
And if I'm at the wrong place
And all you see is my face
Must be automatic then
They got me IN A Picture fRaMe uP
I am, I am the suspect
I am guilty so arrest me
My innocents belongs to
Someone else of a lighter hue
So what are you gonna do while DWB
you say wha't does that mean it means
Driving(walking) While Being Black
I am, I am the suspect
I am guilty so arrest me
My innocents belongs to
only me?
They got me IN A Picture fRaMe uP
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
1/20/18
She doesn't want a boyfriend, she wants a winter love
She's on the prowl for a man to give her hugs
She's going to steal his hoodies and leave him cold
This is the saddest love story ever told
She looks and smiles and we fall for it
She gives us the number and we end up calling it
We link up, have a few dates and then we know what happens
The alcohol leads us to think the night had passion
We wake up next to a stranger we don't know
She offers us breakfast before we go
We stay for a bite to eat, next thing we're discussing the next date
She's the queen and has us in check mate
We let her wear our hoody, she keeps it forever
She'll still have it when we're not together
She uses a guy to keep her warm instead of buying a coat
I fear losing more hoodies than getting my heart broke
I've lost so many already, they're out there in the wild somewhere
I want my hoodies back, it's not fair
Please don't take it serious ladies, I'm just having fun
But if you want to wear hoodies, you'll have to buy your own one
Mom’s Tree House Apartment
Step inside, warm feelings greet you…
On the entryway wall, President Kennedy signed a condolence letter
from 1962, addressed to my Grandma, thanking her for Grandpa’s service in WW1.
Below, perched on an old credenza, the Milk Glass Chicken still delights her
grandchildren with a treat hidden in the Baby Chick alongside!
Glancing to the right, Dad’s Rosary collection (much used) hangs majestically,
a reminder of long-gone family members from cloistered communities, Mom
and Dad revered.
In the living room, above the expansive soft couch that always finds a family member
dozing peacefully after a long-journey home, a massive burl wood frame cradles
A fox -hunting lodge scene, with participants positioned around a blazing hearth,
regaling the hunt, while enjoying a pint.
Consuming Dad’s last days, I joined him for countless hours deciphering every person
In the painting, assigning rank and position to each, with intense minor details,
Joyously discovered, as if for the first time! A memory Dad possessed from his youth,
fox-hunting with his Dad.
In her bedroom, along the wall, Dad’s English Saddle, gallantly laden with his favorite
things, settles the atmosphere.
I pick up his favorite red hoody, and still inhale his courage.
When I fall sick I found the importance of my sound body.
Otherwise I ignored my practice to live with the hard treatments.
When you punched me I cried with pain and prayer for mercy hints.
Please forgive me oh lord Christ my soul is yours but little moody.
My mind is worshipper of devil. my evil spirit speaks loudly.
I know I run for my benefit never care who is dying thirsty,
I know I killed the appetite of a human open the fire with cursety.
I never thought of your chase I walked fast to hide face with hoody.
So nobody can identify the task that I killed innocence of children.
Raped women for my fun. never encounter that i committed sin.
I'm warrior fighting for my nation got a certificate to exploit others,
I 'll be honoured with these achievements if I harass my brothers.
My actions are appreciable and acknowledged for further study,
A community's progress is based on references you know buddy.
saguaros
guardians of the sonora
a battalion wafting
in one hundred degree heat
standing sentry on granite slopes
vertical green etches
in carmel cliffs
literally--litter the foothills
rising up the mountain
saguaros fall away
ocotillos remain
their leafy tentacles flailing
like upside down tarantulas
dotting the crevices and shelves
along with mexican oak
climbing higher
ocotillo give way
to arizona cypress, alligator juniper,
and too many nondeciduous oaks to name
desert? what desert?
temperature's dropped to sixty four
at six thousand feet
aspen and maple emerge
a little further
along come all the conifers
tall dark forests of
douglas fir and ponderosa pine
nearing the summit there's...
snow? not snow. in august?
no, not snow. really?
nine thousand feet
corkbark fir and a
couple of spruce
it's now a cool
fifty two
town on top
we stop
baby needs hoody
and hot chocolate
grandpa needs
to fathom it all
fifty miles,
six thousand five hundred feet
below
it's one hundred and three
sky island
not overrated
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Terror of Blunder
Deep inside the ocean’s heart
A man in black holding a bat
Brain ruled by resentment
Hypothalamus painted with black
Trepidation took over my body
As he moves towards me slowly
Evil sneer I can still see clearly
Despite his Prada’s large hoody
Palpebral met bulbar rapidly
Then tears sprints continually
My voice box abandoned me
My bones enervated suddenly
I hear no footstep or any noise
The place is hushed and so I peeked
Nightmare met me, he is too near
He raised the bat then jeered
Meters to inch within a second
From my frontal, blood drifted
I feel the pain; ‘think it is my end
I waited but why can’t I be dead
The bat fiercely moves up and down
Repeatedly reached my skin and bones
I felt indignant I do not deserve one
I just finished the job started by some
I am terrified and so I hastily awoke
I wobbled, I cried; I am terribly stuck
Euthanasia, I should not have done it
Every minute you’re piercing my heart
She doesn't want a man, she wants a hoody to wear
Be careful with girls, because as soon as you start a relationship with one, your hoodies are to share
If you don't have enough hoodies then she won't want to be there
Girls don't want a man, they just want to steal your hoodies so beware
I've seen a lot of females post love quotes
I've seen them say they want a man and to be hugged close
I'm not saying that they're lying about it
But they only seem interested in a man once his hood shows
The day I upgraded from regular man to a king
Was the day I realised girls only want one thing
It's soft and warm and comes with a hood attached
I don't miss my exes, but I miss the hoodies they didn't give back
Isn't it funny how they tell us that we have a one track mind
But they'll wear our hoody once, and then say "Sorry Babe, but now this hoody is mine"
I hope you don't find this offensive, I'm just having fun instead of writing something serious
But every female loves to steal hoodies from my experience
She doesn't want a man, she wants a hoody to wear
Be careful with girls, because as soon as you start a relationship with one, your hoodies are to share
If you don't have enough hoodies then she won't want to be there
Girls don't want a man, they just want to steal your hoodies so beware