Best Hustles Poems
I hear voices
high in the trees,
trilling from the shrubs
and on the breeze.
I hear voices
high in the sky,
that grow and fade
and finally die.
A non-conducted chorus,
yet oh so sweet,
from a raucous warbling,
to a static tweet.
There’s a whistling pitch,
or a cackling cry -
I hear these voices
as I stroll on by.
I hear voices
that defeat my stress,
help me understand,
what matters less.
I hear voices,
that are sweet to hear,
with natures melodies,
pleasing to my ear.
Not a truck or a car;
not a bustling bar.
There’s no smog hidden star,
and no concrete or tar.
This here is their paradise;
no one hustles; no one lies,
for one to live, one often dies,
and all around me flies.
Where I hear voices
high in the trees,
trilling from the shrubs
and on the breeze.
I’m their audience,
with a host of choices,
when I amble by,
and I hear their voices.
A Fool in Love
We could have been in love sometimes somehow
With the person we least expected
That feeling is always wild
That it could last you for a lifetime
True love is scares and hard to find
In the midst of our daily hustles and buzzle
We get caught in the irony of who is truly who
Wait a minute what's your definition of love?
Fill the blank space in your thought
Whatever comes is actually a cool response
Now here is the gist
A fool in love is fool at lost
They don't see the signs speaking in a still voice
Its speaking out loud that they cant hear
The wool is from their inner ear
They are carried away by the feeling in response to their emotions
Can your emotions be compare to your instincts?
Don't tell me you still don't understand
Have you forgotten when you were insulted?
Even a physical assault back then
Mutual respect was lost in the air
Understanding was no where to be found
The vision was blur that you needed a sun glass
You couldn't see above your nose
Danger was calling but you were far behind
Far behind that you needed to be yelled at
Danger was tired that he left unnoticed
How could you have forgotten so soon
You even had a dream that was opposite to your feelings
Yet you ignored and kept moving
Like a child who desperate for a breast milk
There's even a time a child pauses from taking breast milk
It will soon be reality .com
You have confused true love to your emotions.
Carried away by your sensations.
That you never read meaning to the signs aforementioned
Sheybe you see what it has caused you.
Its not time to regret
But try never to forget
What you have learnt in the process
You can now take a u-turn
From wherever you are not minding your destination and how far you have gone.
Realise you have wasted your hard earned time and move on
You are a fool in love when you are carried away by your feelings, emotions and not what love truly stands for
If you have been a victim
Brace up.
I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring,
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold,
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled
Into a white, but, quite young rose.
As a child of youth, it swayed in spring and summer
Breezes, winds and gales, heat and cold,
Its petals enlarged and its fragrance became
A daily delight to inhale whenever bumble bees had gone.
Maturing, it grew beautifully, along with its siblings,
Arrayed upon so many branches of its home, the rose bush tree,
And provided me a diversion by its beauty from my daily
Worries and concerns - and life's hustles and bustles.
But alas, summer could not sustain itself beyond its appointed time
And began fading into fall, that time of red, yellow, brown and golden leaves,
Browning and dying tall grasses, shortening daylights and cooling evenings,
Deep into this Indian summer, onward towards winter’s cold and snows.
It gradually lost a pedal here, a pedal there, a pedal every other day
And finally had but one white pedal left which I watched fall floatingly
Down upon browned and yellowed grasses dying, leaving but its sprig
Upon its home rose tree branch in September breezes.
It had lived. It was bloomed and went through its cycle of days and months,
Sunrises, sunsets, moon sets and moon rises of silver shines,
Folks admiring its beauty and inhaling its stirring fragrances, as I had done,
And in its time succumbed to natures laws of life and death.
If it did nothing else, such as make a great discovery, climb Mt. Everest,
Win Olympic gold medals, become pope in the Vatican, it did a greater thing
In reminding me life is short; we must enjoy it now – it will be gone tomorrow
- This last white rose of summer.
W.C.Hull © 2020-23-9-772 (D)
Love lusts,
Hate hurts,
God goads,
Devil dares,
Death dumps,
Life longs,
Hope holds,
Soul survives,
Faith fools,
Religion rants,
Priest panders,
Politics preys,
Public pays,
knowledge knows,
Wisdom wins,
Science sums,
Time tempers,
Patience prevails,
Marriage mars,
Wife whines,
Husband hustles,
Sex sells,
Cash corrupts,
War wrecks,
Peace pleases,
Work works,
Rest rusts,
Spring soothes,
Monsoon moans,
Summer sizzles,
Autumn ails,
Winter woes,
Nature nurtures!
Sat by the jetty overlooking the waters
of Tombia
Waves and ripples as boats drive
pass speedily
Passengers and luggage alike all
disembarking
All by the Tombia waterside in the
riverine Rivers
Free from the hustles and bustles bedevilling
Port Harcourt
The mayhem and chaos in the Oil city all left
behind in the city
Yet such serenity by the waters of Tombia
Piece, quiet and tranquility quieten my
stress
Trying to be patient, but my patience is
running riot
Trying to stay and remain calm by the waters
of Tombia.
Roasted peppered fish and plantains my
consolation.
All by the waterside of Tombia.
Nona is love with a spoon in her hand,
To stir the pot or smack your hand.
She's free with her hugs, her stories, her food,
But if your bad she comes unglued.
She hustles and bustles all over the place.
She fusses and worries and gets in your face.
If she can't solve your problems with food and a hug,
She'll call in a priest and get down on the rug,
To pray for your soul and your problems she'll share.
With the priest and The Lord she'll lay her heart bare.
If you don't have a boyfriend then she's sealed your fate.
She'll call up her nephew and get you a date.
Never tell her you're hungry 'less you want to be fed.
She'll feed you till your eyes bug out of your head;
And when she feeds you you'd best clean your plate.
If you don't eat it all then her food you must hate.
Then her feelings are hurt and you feel like a cad,
So eat till you're sick so she don't feel bad.
She's the queen of the guilt trips and the queen of hearts,
But she does give new meaning to the phrase,"Ow! that smarts."
Her eyes still twinkle though she's withered and old,
But when God made her, He broke the mold.
I am an island
Isolated by My self
Surrounded by no one.
I have no means of help
I am a small island
a very small,but strong island.
I’ve been ran over by many waves
Waves that have tried to destroy my defenses,
But yet they made me stronger.
I am an island
In the midst of an ocean of predators.
I am an island
all by my self
yet still i rise,
from all my hustles and struggles
i am an island
stand strong with a flag carrying my name
A Valentine Write For My One & Only Street Angel -
I met you in a town of a thousand hustles,
a big stage supporting a million words,
a large world where the hunted & hunter interchange desires,
our souls touched eachother electrically, gently
long before compliments & reasons garnished the billboards,
you were an invisible passion simmering within me,
you've become a woman strengthening my very Being,
creation is the ambition that excites us most,
revelations and truisms scampering and giggling
up and down the streets, all about the universe,
angels couldn't ignore us even if they wanted to, wings with no frost,
Poetry, our vehicle for adventure, the stich to our begining,
on this Valentine's Day I need you to be mine, with Love unrehearsed -
J.A.B.
She gets out there and hustles
She does her very best
It’s all about the teamwork
And winning is her quest
Pretty as a picture
She could be most anything
But for now she’s chosen soccer
And working hard for her team
Pony-tail is flying
The ball is flying too
She’s got those rules down good
And she knows just what to do
So come on folks and watch the game
If you want to see the best
A girl who could be a beauty queen
But soccer is her quest!
Down and Out in Saigon
Southeast Asia, and Mexico
has always attracted
A certain type of westerner
The down and out
On a down word spiral
Why?
Relatively cheap to live
Lots of part-time gigs
Teaching English
Or other things
Cheap Booze, drugs, sex
Readily available
Places to stay
Dirt cheap
And no one needs
To sleep outdoors
Easy to disappear
Into the foreigner's backpackers ghettos
And escape
From whatever you are running from
The locals are somewhat tolerant
The police usually look the other way
And there are lots of people
In your shoes
I was surprised to find
That Saigon has become
The latest place
For the down and outer crowd
In Bangkok, one sees them a lot
In Cambodia as well
In the Philippines
In Nepal
And south of the border
In Mexico as well
and Eastern Europe
and Latin America
In India not so much
In Japan and Korea
Just too damn expensive
And too cold to be outdoors
Back in the day
I used to work
The citizen services gig
And saw lots of the down and outer set
The old blues song
comes to mind
No one remembers you
When you are down and out
And in the States
Being down and out
Means living
on the mean streets
As it is very difficult
To live with almost no money
And the various side hustles
Don’t give you much money
Unless you are dealing drugs
And teaching ESL
Is not an option
other hustles are difficult
and begging gets one arrested
Food is expensive
Transportation is expensive
Booze and drugs expensive
Rent is prohibitive
Commercial sex is expensive
And no one loves you
If you are down and out
No one knows your name
You are just another
homeless bum
Invisible to all
As you try to make do
Much better to be down and out
In Southeast Asia
Than on the mean streets
Of the USA
Life's a gamble, you gon' take that chance?
Damn right, I'm 'bout cash, you know what fills my pants
That charge carry life, you gon' stay on ya' grind?
Hell yeah, you already know, money's on my mind
What if the police watching, you gon' stand on that corna'?
Hell nah, I'll be ducked-off, I ain't a slow learner
What ya' gon' do, play cards or roll dice
Life's short, move fast, don't think twice
Life's a gamble, don't go broke, hit the jackpot
Stay solo, running in packs get ya' tied-up...knot
Got a few loyal soldiers, lots of phonies and fakes
The game's like a cave, filled with rats and snakes
There's too many hustles to be sitting 'round broke
Call me, like a manager, I got work
Gotta' take chances in life, nothing's guaranteed
Would you go get it, even if you had to bleed?
Mind over matter, but what matter's on my mind
Not a pro-skater, but I stay on my grind
Try 'n' take mines, best believe you gettin' hit
Bring ya' crew, and my choppa'll serve a banana split
By any means necessary...that's my motto
I wouldn't change my life, even if I hit the lotto
Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers
Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers
Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays
Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays
Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels
Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools
I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything
My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring
My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill
Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real
Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated
Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated
Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while
My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile
Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top
Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop
All we need is a miracle to occur in our lives.
People are suffering around here and wish
That they could go to order a hamburger with fries
People are looking up to others who are really not wise
People up high are living for themselves and have no sense of community.
People are dying, killing, crying, stealing, begging, and lying.
We need a miracle in this world. It is really a jungle out here.
From life's hustles, tussles, and bustles we all need immunity.
Many have walked away from the real meaning of life
Which is uplifting you and loving their neighbors as themselves
Many are walking around like there is no Creator and they
Get credit for all that You have done for us. And pulling everyone
Down with the teeth of an endangered walrus. Lord God there
Are many other things that need to be discussed about us.
But you know all because You see all. You are coming back for us.
And only taking the ones who are pure at heart and chase after You
Not the finer things in life. Not the ones who give others pain and strife.
Lord this is a call from me to the You. All we need is a miracle. Everything else
Is trivial. All we need is a miracle and that miracle is you.
8-10-11
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The Whirling wind makes me cold
I seek a shelter to make me warm
The hustles strain my spirit
I long for spry sayings to soothe me up
They said I was a man
Men don’t cry
Men must not cringe
Thinking of one to tell
How the cold engulfs and
How my body bends beneath its bounds
I wished a voice cheered me up
I crave an ear to pour in my aches
I yearn a heart to seek my care
Miss you…
A voyager
hustles to sail away
before the crepuscule.