Best Kinda Poems
The endless rainy days and nights
Leaving cold dampness in the air
Only grey clouds within my sight
Any form of happiness feels so rare
My thoughts and dreams a prison
No relief within my life so it seems
While I wish for any hopeful visions
As i stifle heart wrenching screams
A life where dreams are nightmares
Are now becoming my daily norm
Stopped looking for those who care
Happily ever after has no kinda form
I have a Poetry Soup pal
She is some kinda gal!
Always replying with a hopeful post
This Sweetheart is one I talk to most
She is a mother, a traveler, a tiger and poetess
My friend claims no fame in her finesse
She writes of love, beaches and tropics
Incredible poet under any topic
She sent a personal gift
just for a spiritual lift
Is always the first to greet
A newcomer for us all to meet
She posts many a wise and kind word
An enchanting voice we have all heard
She adores ideas and company of nature
Ask for an aspirin, she will bless with a cure
Yes, this woman in my life is a blessing
Though we have never met, her words caressing
Sweetheart- true to your namesake
Know you have a true friend whenever you awake.
We all know who the Sweetheart is!
14th place in Adeleke Adeite's contest.
A. Green
A lady of the night nicknamed “Poopsy”
Had the most adorable pair of boobies
On a scale of one to ten
They were twenty, amen
Prompting me to lose it and start acting tutti fruity
© Jack Ellison 2015
Me and you meeting for the first time;
both wanting something as rare as a solar eclipse,
and the stars in the day time,
Blame it on the moon,
for it will consume are light for a moment or two,
who new that on November the 3rd 2013 there will surly be a real solar eclipse,
this girl is rare as it, and as real as the darkness in the day time,
she shines like the north star,
reminds of this solar eclipse steeling the light away from me,
only coming around once in a new moon kinda time this girls timing is perfect,
Blame it on the moon light in the day time, the alcohol in the night
You wanna come over?
Sorry made plans.
Know that don't appeal to your mans'
vision of what I should oughta be doin
but is ok...
'cause here what I've got to say about that.
Is a two way street, sugar
and don't know where you've driven
but I've met road-huggers
of 'bout every make, model and style
think I'll give in
to inequality. You wanna be with me?
Than make me feel least half as good
as I do you.
One, you waved at me at the stop light
Two, we bumped carts at Target last night
Three, you were behind me at the line to get coffee
Four, nah... forget it, just couldn't be
Is it just my silly imagination
Could it be my eager anticipation
My own funny fascination
Do you kinda like me to?
It could be just coincidence
Just overdoing the suspense
Maybe I'm just jumping the fence
Do you kinda like me to?
Five, I was the wrong number twice this week
Six, at the game we both had the same seat
Seven, am I stalking you unconsciously
Eight, creepy but are you stalking me
Do you kinda like me to?
You see I am rather fond of you
We seem to meet more then by chance
Is this the start of a crazy romance
Tonight I'll be at Charlie's restaurant
You can meet me there if you want
I'll be at a table just for two
The one were I first bumped into you.
I kinda, sorta want to talk about people who are vague.
It’s kinda really important to be clear about what you have to say.
To ramble and sorta kinda talk all hazy will never sound o.k..
It’s better to talk in black and white than a puffy sorta grey.
I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, it’s important to be clear
About what you’re tryin’ to say, and what you want people to hear.
To LOL someone or say DBD then tell them BRB
Is kinda sorta really crap when you could be more, like, wordie.
The Oxford has heaps of words, bucket loads have heaps of meaning
And to sort of replace them just with letters is kinda sorta demeaning.
Dumping on kids from spelling bees that had to study their grammar,
They got replaced by kids tryin’ to talk kinda like a poetry slammer.
So next time you’re sort of having a chat with another kinda person,
Use words not letters and speak kinda clear, kinda like you’re rehearsin’.
Because the letters sorta have heaps of meanings kinda like a heap of phrases,
It’s better, I reckon, to use real words, and it helps fill up the pages.
A lady of the night named “Poopsy”
Had the most adorable pair of boobies
On a scale of one to ten
They were twenty, amen
Prompting me to lose it and attacking this cutie
Right arm is missing or that's how it seems
Could be worse but it's as bad as it's been
No telly, no 'puter
All I think of is hooters
Which ain't all that bad, in fact it's kinda keen
© Jack Ellison 2015
I'm, I'm kinda lost and wondering, mind wandering
Thinking out in, then I'm along just everywhere
I'm staring, my eyes confused with where I am
Blinded by tomorrow, lost in my own silence
Then I'm atop a Black Grey bridge awaiting
Head spinning, mind pining, nowhere grinning
Sirens firing, voices throwing, confusion abounding
Waters flowing, coldness growing, I'm slowing
I'm, I'm in and around where I used to be
Touching, scraping, leaving a little of me
Silence, confusion, voices abounding, firing throwing
I'm now even deeper to not knowing where I'm going
In fright balance lost, to my cost, I'm falling, falling
I'm in coldness I'm, as brittle little control has soon lost
Immersed in darkness apart the Black Grey bridge lights
Now further distanced I am, they're now a distant sight
I'm
as the low tide sets
sand bubbler emerge burrow
quickly sifting grains
You think you know me,
but you don't
You feel you got a handle on me,
and can turn me ...
but you won't
Bet you thought I would be putty in your hands,
that I was an easily manipulated, malleable man
Aahhh ... but you found out differently, didn't you
Was alarmed when your charm
didn't do what you wanted it to
I took the emotional pain you inflicted,
and didn't cry
Befuddled, you don't understand,
and you wanna know why
It's very simple ... I'm not that kinda guy
I don't rollover when I'm pushed,
I bounce up quick
when I get knocked on my tush
I'm not that kinda guy
who lets you mess with his mind
And you don't wanna meet that kinda guy,
speeding up on you from behind
Battering ram time
If you collide with me,
you're gonna get wrecked
So keep your distance better yet
Should you survive the crash,
just best forget we ever met
Because I'm that kinda guy
who will turn the tables on you big time
I'm that kinda guy
who will put burn marks in your mind
Let you taste the ashes falling at your feet
So step out of the way,
if you can't pay
the failed seduction fine
I'm that kinda guy
who will supernova your darkened mind
Darkness falls, the night is creeping in.
A haunting feeling crawls on your skin.
Put the kids to bed and lock the doors.
You do so carefully, sliding across the floors.
There is something about tonight I just don't like.
If it is ever going to happen, tonight it will strike.
After a while they check on the kids, kiss there foreheads.
They pull the covers tight over them, they are secure in their beds.
Eyes widen with every little scratch and creak they hear.
Blood rushing through their veins as if they were pumping fear.
They look at one another, minutes seem like hours.
They stare out the window, can't see anything in the snow showers.
Eyes begin to get heavy, but I must stay awake.
Because my family this creature will not take.
A short while later, they hear something on the roof above.
Dad grabs his shotgun and holds it tightly with his glove.
All of a sudden they see someone, he is caught.
The dad gets him with one fast draw and shot.
The kids come running and instantly drop their jaws.
What did you do dad, you forget its Christmas, you killed Santa Clause.
Ohh, I knew I was forgetting something about today.
Well kids merry Christmas, we got you 8 reindeer and a sleigh:)
Right arm is missing or that's how it seems
Could be worse but it's as bad as it's been
No telly, no 'puter
All I think of is hooters
Which ain't all that bad, in fact it's kinda keen
we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)
so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig
she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission
"oh"
n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way
Hmmm....
we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend
i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
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