Best Hooked Poems
I disappointed God by living a life where I should have died
Many times often times I wanted to commit suicide
Because of the shame that wouldn't subside
Meeting people I didn't know
My affections I couldn't let go
I could only imagine that it's like being on drugs
I Only really wanted was for somebody to show me love
Hooked on it like heroine
Loving that thing God hates and so does most of the world
Loving boys when it should have been girls
Sometimes Most of the world does what i did as well
But what do you do when your lust and your emotions
Are boiling over burning like coal
Or like a pot on the stove
And when people throw verbal blows
But don't you know that God will put a block on you
Cause He will keep them away and keep them at bay
I could have been destroyed and I should have been
Cause God will give you over to your sin
Cause you don't know where I've been
Both emotionally and sexually
My disruption was apart of my destiny
The way to your destiny is pain
Like child birth but dont sin against God keep God first
Lest you be worse yea I know it hurts
Don't let beauty of men and women devour you
Or overpower you
love the inner you as well as the outer you
Line of Inquiry
“I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.”
When there was still daylight lingering,
And the wind was upon the leaves,
And every leaf trembled at its touch,
On my balcony, I lazily sat.
My mind strayed like a vagabond,
Through the strange terrains of dreams,
Never settling anywhere,
Hovering over myriad things.
I was on the fringe of another world,
Idly watching the shadows chasing the light,
And the autumn clouds scurrying past ,
In endless quest across the sky.
Feeling the breath of passing breeze
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there,
In my trance, did I hear a grating sound?
Yes, a shut window opened somewhere near.
It was in the house opposite to mine.
In dim light, I saw a masculine figure behind the veil
A panther crouching under the foliage of a forest!
On that golden dusk, his eyes gleamed,
Sending out piercing shafts.
His eyes had the shine of a thousand stars
And in an instant, they got locked in mine
I don’t know what made me take my violin.
As I moved my fingers on its strings,
From it, flowed a sweet song of love.
I saw him rising slowly from where he sat
And coming closer, he parted the curtain
And smiled at me a gentle seductive smile.
From his sealed lips, some words escaped
As if proclaiming aloud- ‘I love you’!
I didn’t hear what he said, yet it meant so much to me.
I fell into a swoon, knew a sweet sensation
Creeping into me, drowning me inch by inch
We were so close, only eyelids away
And how I wished to be meshed into him!
I knew that in the depths of my sentient heart,
He made his permanent residence!
For long I carried the memory,
Of his passionate glance, seductive smile and sweet words,
Thrown across to me from an open window,
On a mild windy night of song, silence and shadows.
Again and again, it awakened in me,
A wistful longing, I hardly could resist,
Until it became a picture frozen in time.
On that gathering dusk lit in golden glow
Did he rob me in secret and carry me unawares,
On the languid wings of his honeyed words?
Or when he broke open that window,
Did he break open my heart too,
And enter it unbidden?
*written for Verlena's Contest "EBONICS, Let's Do Some Slang"
SHAWTY,
Yir' boy fin' ta' told ya' bout some lessons in what the Man call Ebonics.
Cus' I gots' this!
Like the young fellow named Carmello on the New York Knicks,
and girrrrrl I got mo' slang in my verse than the words of them nerds
down at Hooked On Phon-ics
I TRIED TA' TOLD YA"LL...
I keeps my flows tight,
Fam ,
cus word is bond like James
and I ain't talkin' Rick James, RIIIGHT!
Ya' see, round cheer,
between Normandy and Western,
what we call this is a little "Twennie Twin Twin"
but round the way,
where you stay,
they just may call this a "Sinny Sin Sin!"
Yo, hold up baby girl...
Lemme ax you suh-um...
Who you be with?
cus Shawty, how you look,
is off the hook,
and Boo-Boo you is suh-um I can see me with with!
Yo Yo Yo! Wait! Hold up girrrl! Where you goin'?
'Sup honey child,
You know my favorite basketball player used to be Yao Ming!
Ya-Mean?
Get it Yao Ming?
Yaa-Mean!?!-----(crickets chirp-ing fir' certain)
Lady Queen, come on back to me!
Yo, my jokes may be stupid, but they clean,
B'sides, I coulda' been' said something idiotic like Idi Amin,
Yaa-Mean?
And the homey don't even play no basketball, ya dig?
Yes YESHall! ...
Better put that ON SOMETHIN'!
And you KNOW THIS!----(awww heck naw, Shawty dipped...)
FISHING SHADOWS © Haiku
Two fins tread water
Fish swim the shadowed shelf ledge
Breathing from its gills!
Swimming Fish © Haiku
Probing fish swim near
Fins redirect the swimming ‘school’
And a baited worm waits!
Safe Place © Haiku
Deep broken ships lay
With some hiding fish
Far from unseen predators.
fish
Hooked Fish © Haiku
Fish fins steer the swim
Far from hidden predators
And baited worm hook-lines!
fish
FISHING SHADOWS © Haiku
Fish under the sea
Breathing from two gills
While fins tread water!
fish
Swimming Fish © Haiku
Safely from death's door
Fluttering fins steer the swim
Predators are seen!
fish
DARK SPACES © Haiku
Bidding fish on sunken ships
Lay in gloom from lighted dark spaces
Way far from death's floor!
Smoke a little weed, drink a little drink, there's nothing to it are so you think, but before you keep going you need to take a good look because underneath there lies a hook. So you do a little here, you do a little there the high is real good and you just don't care, but before you know it your goose is cooked, the jonez is on cause you've been Hooked. Now you're a child of the night and you know this is not right but the hook within controls your body and mind and will lead you the wrong way every time.
So you try to resist but to no avail because that hook has got you hooked and it's taking you through pure hell. You see that hook is very deep and this is so true, but that's what you get when you deal get the Devil's brew. Now the doctor's will tell you that it's a disease, but it's that hook that's bringing you to your knees. Look how the hook is designed, and it has a one track mind. It don't know up, only down and it will take your crown. Then it will make you give up the fight and that's when it will turn out the light.
You know it has to be removed, only if you could, but you can't do it and it will start to even make death look good. Yes that hook is a very bad thing and this is no lie, take it for a joke and it will hang your ass out to dry. It will flopping around like a fish out of water, while bringing and making life harder and harder. There is a way out if you would like to know, God is good and He's the way to go. God will remove the hook and not just break the line, while leaving the hook within and still driving you out of your mind.
You see leaving the hook in and just breaking the line, will having you going to meeting ever day, while praying to God, you don't slip and loose your way. For Jesus died for us on the cross He gave His life so we wouldn't be lost. So you can turn to Lord Jesus when your life is in shambles or when somethings on you that you can't handle. So think before you do your next drug or take your next drink. STOP, take a good look because underneath, there lies a HOOK.
Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to me.
Oh well,
I will be next.
Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
this bluesy well red, duff mute
average white band hit,
hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades master of none bumped along
pot hole cratered steep pitch
while riding the bus
bullies skewered kosher me all, cannibalized
carte blanche timid ego
brandishing exacto knife
threatening jugular, cuss
sing maniacally pulling out all stops
going headstrong for this doofuss
Embracing premonition making me mincemeat
vis a vis via, Atilla the Hun plus
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
after diet of worms
as hors d'oeuvre hug guess
if given a choice, would prefer Loch Ness
monster, or the whale that swallowed Jonah,
either t'would be a quite im press
heave feted feat, versus being poached,
roasted, skewered burnt alive
perhaps sautéed to feed additionally,
the Gothic (Jacks sin) five
the latter adorned with
Bandolier prototype, whence they would jive
to Vandals mess sigh ya,
these last yet another contra band
to play on command, or risk not being
he gee beegee bing a live
all thee above iterated blather spluttered
as punishment against revive
ving human sacrifice by pence hoove lee donning
a new jersey wordlessly trumpeting, and strive
ving assiduously as a one man lobbyist,
and aye willingly negotiate
to take more'n one wive
even though that would be big o' me decor,
thus a last minute reprieve given
without axing por favor
and black keys handed over
to Holy Roman Empire in hoar
rubble ruins (over the Weeknd), thus brutish nasty,
and short tempered surprisingly
(boot not prematurely) ejaculating bon jour
foo fighters actually (grand
aery an nah - did a three sixty)
feting me guest of hun or,
boosting self esteem, the first time
since being a kid in a candy store
which poetic digression
did make quite a dee tour,
and bringing detente amidst marauding
village people hoop reef furred war.
Flower beds of planted seeds
Among the harvests' reaping trees
Paper derived from milking fleas
And capital reigning overseas
A newborn's debt
His fate is sealed
With no regret
He becomes congealed
Trapped within the satire set
His contributions un-revealed
Lions bicker unrestrained
Crows feast upon the dead and dying
And plastic falls from empty shelves
The rain tap-taps on bloody stains
Corporate grease in thermic frying
We listen to the winds whisper by ourselves
The people ransom off their pain
Centralizing pleasure within the lying
Addiction lies in lies themselves
Rollo Rigby was a lover of candy
he kept a big supply ever handy.
But he became so obese
he waddled like geese.
He quit candy but is hooked on brandy
(making his life fine and dandy).
Escapism beside the water’s edge, as misty dawn awakes
Great crested grebes, dressed to impress, elegantly pass me by ~
I took the bait – gullibly distracted from encroaching on their morning feast.
15.10.19
F F I series 29 sijo - Brian Strand
I see the worry in your eyes,
That frown upon your brow,
The questions forming o your lips.
But there is no need to worry,
I'll never lose that twinkle in my eye,
The ability to try
And try again.
Because lady I'm hooked on life
And if you are hooked on life,
You don't have much time to feel sorry for yourself,
You are too busy living your life
And feeling it,
With all its ups and downs,
It's good and bad times,
It's sadness and joy
And it's loneliness.
Look, into my eyes and you will see
That sparkle in my eye,
That can't and won't stop shining
And the exuberance that I give
To the things that I do.
If I am sometimes feeling sad or lonely
Don't feel bad,
Because a frown can always be turned around
If a person has love in their heart
And is hooked on life.
Turn your frown around
And be glad not sad for me,
Because I will always be trying
And will never give up on the game of life.
HOOKED
I have a little friend I've come to hate
It took quite a while before we clicked
Cough,cough....I chocked and coughed hard
The moment I first stuck him between my lips
I, however,was determined to get to terms with him
His sensation led me to a problem free world
He helped me forget my problems
He made me feel like I own the world
Providing relief when I was stressed
A dear friend he proved to be....for sometime
Pull in,relax,blow out into the clean sky
I felt like a king biting my stick of death
Those who don't smoke are lost for sure
They have no idea what they're missing
Those were the good times
I've made up my mind and I now want out
But I have utterly lost control
He has taken over my life
I want to quit,I keep saying as I light it
I now regret ever meeting this friend of mine
I've become his hopeless and voiceless slave
But I badly want my clean life back
He hasn't done my pocket any good either
Together we have squandered a good fortune
I don't know how to drop him off my lips
Who will set me free from this smoky bondage
My family and friends have given up on me
Where shall I run to so he won't find me
They dragged me to rehab in efforts to keep us apart
He kept calling my name loud from outside...till I answered
I'm buying no more when I finish this
I've told myself this a thousand times
But I've gone on to buy again.....and again
I wish it was that easy to quit
Pull in,relax,blow out into the clean sky
I was never one to grovel
I was never one to beg
I was never one to demonstrate a sign of care
For my heart would always whisper, “Beware”
I was never one to play hard to get
Half of the time, I am oblivious
I was never one to contemplate
Trying to find meaning in a hollow pit
For I hear only the echo of an ambitious voice
Nothing more, nothing less
Just me, my thoughts, as usual, mislead
I was never one to consider
What possibilities for us are kept?
By my feelings I am fed
By my yearnings that turn me red
I was never one to pluck the petals
And secretly wish upon a “he loves me”
I was never one to glance at a couple,
and wish like them we would be two
I was never one to wish upon a stare
Or gaze upon the moon
Pleading for a sign to come soon
I was never, I was never
But now
I am forever, I am forever
He took almost everything he brought to
Or ever bought in nine years
It's hard to remember what is whose.
He may have forgotten the cactus in the den
with its big pulpy stalk,
Was the first gift he sent me,
The one that fell on the receptionist at the office,
Leaking a white ooze from its injury,
And she a red one from hers,
because he took it.
And my birthday lamp, too.
He took it.
I'm liquidating what's left,
and even though I love that maple table,
I'll have to let it go.
There won't be room in my smaller place.
I want to press my cheek against its cool shiny
Smoothness and smell the wood one last time,
But my daughter already feels guilty enough
For the fight they had
The final one, the reason she thinks he left.
So Goodbye, I say, to each piece of the puzzle,
Unraveling the years like so much yarn.
Stepping out now into uncertainty,
I'm hoping the universe opens up to
Fill this void with something other
Than what I have filled it with too quickly in the past.
That's how they get you, you know
With that great wonderful hook.
I fell in love by the shore.
Nose wide open.
In a cool curve I felt a ripple of bliss.
Through my eyes I followed every motion.
Every gleam that shown through vibrant hue.
The echo of true loves kiss.
Like that I became hooked.
A sharp pain coming from my jaw.
To be pulled in a direction that wasn't my own.
I panicked.
The more I fought, the stronger the pull got.
My jaw stung with every tug.
I was at a loss for words.
Finding it hard to breathe.
Each gasp deeper than the next.
I was lured by the same shore I loved from afar.
The bitter pinch I believed to be love at first sight.
No longer able to breathe.