Best Kiki Poems
He never loved me
Well damn I just found out
Took a shot to the heart
Don't know where I should start
I guess I musta been strung out
Cuz I was straight up on his arm flashing that smile like aint no brother like the one I got
Saying girl I'm so lucky
You just jealous
Whatchu mean he's cheating
Ahh shut yo mouth
Making plans, writing poetry, letting his hands be one with me
He was free to play games with me
With my identity
When he was through with me
I barely recognized who she was cuz she was not me
But I was forever high
See I
I planned our wedding in my mind a million times
Yeah I said we'd name our first kid Tasha
Or prolly Sasha
Even after his great grand aunt Hadassah
Kiki or prolly Eloise
He could bend me over
To his whim or his fancy
Deeply committed was I
To this guy
I didn't care about the why
I just cared about his smile
How his face would light up when he saw me
And just how it was all so wild
Mild
was never a part of our loving
heavy from the get nicca always had me coming
To him constantly running to him
Gunning for him
Loving just him
Giving never ex-pec-ting
He didn't love me
See I just found out
One day it came to me when I was walking around the house
It came to me
How I'd put his needs before mine
Put ma money on his hustle
Saying everything would be fine
Cuz I would be-ne-fit
Joint bank accounts
Cleared out savings
Warning signs begged me to put an end to the ish
But I just couldn't quit
I could not forget
He was that 9-5 that I just could not leave
So I worked tirelessly hoping the boss would recognize
My efforts and promote me.
Promote me?
Dumb me
Strung out
Oh boy kinda good turn out
Everyone showed up but sanity
Cuz I musta been crazy to letchu play me
and sway me to your mindset
Wet, my heart with regret
turned me cold a reject
Deject-ted I stayed that way for centuries
Soul moment suffering through comments
Holding on to moments
Dead to emotion to me anomaly
He never loved me
WELLL I JUST FOUND OUT
I was silly blind trying to find
Reasons for his indiscretions
His lack of confession
Why he never let me in
Musta been ma sins
saying be more forgiving.
He never loved me.
ISEYIN MY TOWN
If you don't know,
'Emi lomo ISEYIN ORO
'Oro omo EBEDI MOKO.
I know my town, I love my town,
I celebrate my town, as great town to everyone, I praise my town, and I cheer my town,
and I try to spread its fame,
ISEYIN!_ISEYIN!!
'Ilu eye kiki aponle,
'ibi ti oju ti buni toju enu lo
'bere ki o towoo.
I trust my town with his pride
I boost my town, and I want to do my part,
To make Iseyin praised, from the depth of every heart,
ILU MOKI
ISEYIN oro-Omo Ebedi moko
'nibi ti ewe nje ariyeke
'ti popo nje belewo
'ti igi nje oluwaran
'ti agbado ojo nje topabodi,
please let me sing this town .
And preach it to my people,
as I think my fellow should do,
Am very proud of you my town,
I want to help you rise,
to be d finest city, as
side of Paradise.
'Eni ban fe aso 'tata
'ti ile Yoruba
'ki o kori si ISEYIN,
'nibi won ti hun gida ninu Aso-Ofi.
All ISEYIN SON(s)
it's good thing to get together,
to make a great big show for our great town.
Good bye to all the knockers,
and welcome to booste crowd,
let get out and hustle,
for a big and better town,
ISEYIN.
ABIODUN OM'BADA OMO ISEYIN ORO
My family is an old house:
Dad is the fireplace, which keeps us all warm.
Mom is the food, which keeps us all fed.
Paco, the Chihuahua is the television set, which provides us all with entertainment.
Kiki, the cat is the radio in the house, which makes a lot of noise.
My grandfather is the refrigerator, which stores all of our essential needs in life.
My uncle Joe is the propane tank of the house, which stores all the gas needed for the stove.
My Aunt Shana is the door of the house, which lets viewers in.
My uncle Larry is the propane tank filler which feeds the tank the gas needed for the stove.
Lulu, the pug is the carpet of the house, which keeps all of our feet warm
Sweetheart, the pug is the tile floor, which provides us something hard to walk on.
My cousin, Johnathan is the main bedroom, which people look at with awe.
My cousin Eric, is the insulation, which keeps any sound from escaping,
My grandma Eastridge is the walls of the house that keeps it warm.
My Grandpa Eastridge is the shape of the house, which people see first.
I am the foundation and the framework which keeps the house from crumbling
The village head Pymy Gruzz was hundred years old
He had no daring self neither a piece of gold
Only a daughter had he she was a foster child
She was fifteen years old Kiki– sweet, gentle and mild
She gave him comfort with a docile, obedient smile
“No worry, father”, we are all together in our Lyle.
Night was perilous, hazy, and yellow as a ghost
A chill crossed the craven moon and a platter of duck roast
Kiki awoke and stepped out, in the dark the dragon queen snored
She crossed the lake Obenjinn and mounted the hill of sword
She felt the pricks of crusty prickles but she was climbing on
She must save the village Lyle where she was born
The dawn showed her chubby face happy on the child
Kiki made her journey’s end the day was sweet and mild
She found a man with sunny face god showed her in a dream
She went to him with folded hands and made a pleading to him.
Sire, I am Kiki from village Lyle bleeding in my heart
My village folks have turned to rocks in fear of Kunnegert
She is a dragon fire breather, keeper of skull on pyre
She must be killed by a happy man I want your sword on hire.
My blood my sweat and all I have will go to you my sire
I cannot delay; my folks are locked and human skull on pyre.
The sunny man stood up straight with a radiant face
“Little kid my Kiki sweet you will not fall from grace.
I will go with you my little moon and kill the dragon sure
I say you clean in voice plain what a happy man can endure
A happy man is happy because he lives with his lord
A happy man is happy because he keeps all love on hoard
He gives it free to every creature lord had made on earth
Lord made him his best seraphim to take a human birth
He is born for others and dies for all and in compassion he is tall
A dragon’s vice in valley of Lyle he must have to forestall
So Said he and took her hand and sword shone in golden orb
They climbed down the narrow gorge in finest pace the earth can absorb
Kiki, the daring daughter of the village stepped along the happy man
The golden sword the golden orb reached the final lane
The misty valley still in spell
the misty opiate dulled the souls and spurred the hell
The poet stopped his pen, slept a little, the stories told he had to retell*.
*This is the second part
(c) RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14 September, 2014
Once i lived with an uncle in a sleepy coastal town
who had a very beautiful house help from upcountry
now my male cousin Kiki desired to have a relationship
with our beautiful house help who was very lovely
One day Kiki arrives home alone he tries his advances
she flatly rejects him he then tries harder than its allowed
with no success.. later that night he is summoned by my uncle
Kiki tries best to defend himself....but is severely reprimanded
Now my Chieftain uncle is given to punishment and for Kiki
our Kiki is ordered to spend the night in the Chicken house..
not the European pet chickens these are real African chicken
complete with a rooster who scratches Kiki mercilessly
Come morning Kiki is full of scratches but he has learnt his lesson
he apologizes like his life depends on it and high tails out of the house
Safari my chieftains uncle we all love him but is know to be really hard
when it comes to meting out punishment and our Kiki had it coming
Lewis Nyaga
mambo ya pwani
A word is as good as a kiss,
When that word can make you feel great,
When that word can be used as bait
To hook you, and bring you to bliss.
Nothing could be better than this
Feeling, that is never too late,
Since for this feeling you would wait,
Since this feeling you can not miss!
A kiss is better than a word,
When there are no more words to use.
Though, a word deserves to be heard,
When inspired by a new muse.
The correct reaction is spirred,
When you decide which one you choose.
EPILOGUE
The happy man met Kunnegert the giant queen dragon and whispered to her on the subject of universal love (we do not know the exact words he had to use to pacify the beast) and gave the golden sword to her but its brilliance liquefied her eyes. She just vaporized and mixed with the mist, bird-songs and aroma of flowers. She became a fairylike creature named Lylla and befriended Kiki. Kiki’s days rolled with stories of Lylla’s adventures (as Kunnegert, of course). The poets saw Pymy Gruzz playing with the golden sword the happy man gifted him. It was her toy and his age plummeted to 20. Lyle on Lake Obenjinn was happy since then till............................................
History showed 2000 years hence a juvenile race destroyed Lyle with a single hit of H-XX missile.*
*This is the Third and concluding Part of LYLE ON LAKE OBENJINN
(c) RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14 September,2014
My family is an old car:
Dad is the oil of the motor that keeps the car in good condition
Mom is the motor mounts that hold the motor in place
Paco, The Chihuahua is the seats in the car that the humans sit in to control the vehicle
Kiki, The cat is the hood of the car which is the door to the heart of the car that allows easy access to the motor
My Grandfather is the computer in the car which allows the car to run in a specific way and stores all the information you’ll ever need
My uncle Larry is the gas tank of the car which holds the fuel that runs the car
My Uncle Joe is the gas cap for the passage into the tank, into which the fuel flows down to enter the tank
Lulu, the pug is the wheels of the car, which may not always work as they should but they move the vehicle
Sweetheart, the pug is the very gauges of the car which tell you how fast you are going
My cousin, Johnathan, is the steering wheel of the car, which makes the car go in a direction
My Cousin Eric is the muffler which muffles the motor sounds
My grandma Eastridge is the motor of the car which is the heart…Without it the car won’t run
I am the framework of the car which holds us all together with my love.
TRAGIC LIFE / TRAGIC DEATH ~
A Holocaust Story
The odds were stacked against us
With hearts that beat so strong
Our only crime was loving God
Please tell me how that's wrong
The soldiers beat the wooden door
As my mom began to cry
I've never seen my dad so scared
And I wasn't sure just why
We ran fast, and then we hid
For I know it seemed like years
We carried with us nothing
Except paralyzing fears
The soldiers, when they found us
They screamed "We found the Jews"
We knew we couldn't fight
If we did, we'd only lose
They took us to a place
The place was called "the camp"
We were each assigned a number
Which on our arms was stamped
My mother and my father
Both grew very thin
They soon became just a shell
Of who they once had been
And then one day I lost them
To a room suffused with gas
They took most of my people
And murdered them in mass
Millions of the chosen lives
Senselessly were lost
At the hands of one called Hitler
And the tragic HOLOCAUST!!
By: Kiki Weber-Suarez
December 1, 2016
Locked Up
Tomorrow I'll wake up
I'll stretch and look around
Not a single bar in sight
And yet no freedom to be found
Imprisoned in a life of hell
Where the captor takes my soul
He devours everything I am
My misery his only goal.
I committed a crime, that much is true
And for that I went away
I did my time...or so I thought
2 years, 9 months, 1 day.
I learned from my mistakes
And I tried to make amends
By working hard at all I do
Respecting colleagues, family, friends.
But for one that's not enough,
He won't rest until I'm dead
And by using my babies as his pawns
He creeps inside my head.
I know that he holds all the cards
He reminds me every day
One wrong look or spoken word
And he'll take them away.
"Mommy please don't go"
"What did we do wrong"
I look into their precious eyes
And I know I'll play along.
So drawing a ragged breath or tAwo
Head down in shame, I close my eyes
Bury deep my pride and dignity
And stifle all my cries.
I can do this for my children
To me, nothing matters more
Than knowing that they're thriving
With a strong and centered core.
So, as sentence #2 begins
It's much harder than the first
And I realize with each passing day
My life is getting worse
But still tomorrow I'll wake up
I'll stretch and look around
I still won't see one bar in sight
And yet prison is all I've found.
Kiki Weber-Suarez
sawdust
the face of beautiful kiki
with the red rose between the teeth
p*ss multiplied to infinity on the sense pavement
take care. of the pigs
we were told
never stress them
the mistletoe just upsets the melefage
out of the drunkard's flat at the groundfloor
the azure light of the blue jelly fish
painted on the ceiling
scatters
the wife''s pain
she wishes it would stop
the crackling
the chairs would not be thrown against the walls
the windows would not break
the door would not be taken out of hinges
the baby would not wake up afraid
the neighbour from the groundfloor
p*ss a frantic protector of the swines
he discovered
that not only the electromagnetic waves
but also the sound vibrations of low frequency
can
cure the quadripeds of greedy violence
( translated by Margareta Mioc)
Drake has a KiKi
But I have my Yuki
She is one of a kind
She’s always on the grind
Giving care like always
But her burdens weigh
Still smiling for everyone
Thinking of others before anyone
The sweetest of them all
“No drinking alcohol”
People sing about KiKi
But I’ll always sing of my Yuki.
I never thought I’d be so afraid
Of change,
and what I’d to to my life,
And others’.
I feel like a revolutionary,
Standing behind the curtains
Afraid to read the speech leading others into battle.
I know they won’t be ready
to hear the cries of pain,
to see the blood of Death itself,
to feel the suffering of hell,
for all the wrong that they have done.
Like the sinner man,
Afraid to pray
Afraid to be forgiven
Afraid to make another mistake
To dirty his newly cleaned soul
Afraid to change the world
Afraid to make it dark and full of pain
Afraid to change it for the worse.
Collab Poem with Kiki Murdock. (:
Born from slaved backbones of our forefathers and mothers
We have risen, Liberated, freed from encroachment
Apprised through noble heritage, an abundance of history
Mother Africa gave birth, infused life,
rocked the Cradle to all humanity.
Kidnapped for trade of ivory, diamonds, and gold
ancestor’s identities stolen, flogged savagely, and sold
Incarcerated in chains of hate, taken away from the motherland
Violated, stripped and slogged, shipped off to other lands.
Now we discriminate amongst ourselves, hate ourselves, forgot ourselves with colourism and ethnic divide
I’m Black, not black I’m Brown, I’m Redskin, no I’m Lightskin…
Does it matter? I’m tired.
Is it not the Kingdom of Africa, from which we all became?
Enlighten me here, trace our lineage back
Historically, Are we not the same?
Black woman our DNA is welded from the racial suffering of slaved Black women before us
oppression of our own black identity by skin tone does nothing to empower our culture.
Every single one of us like our history of aristocracy
abundantly rich tones of black, browns and golds,
radiant hues of melanin
A creation so exquisite, there’s no denying, we’re phenomenal beings
We are the Aurelian Of Mother Africa — Nubian queens
we shine, we glow, we bling.
Let’s stand together united
empowered through the spectrum of our BLACKSKIN!
Written by Kiki Ray
There aren't many people who understand me.
When you helped me realize that I have a alife worth living for,
When we fight over the dumbest of things,
When you make up random words to describe things,
I'll miss all that if anything ever happens.
Because no matter what,
You'll always be my bestie.
~He's an icepoop frozen in the urine of a thousand dead cows~
For Kiki :D