Best Mos Poems
Her eyes are brown,
Her smile is wide.
she has stolen my heart,
she holds my dreams.
she never ceases to amaze me;
her voice is like soft music in my ears,
her kiss is like a sweet cherry freshly picked,
she smells like a full bloomed rose.
as i hold her now
i see my life and wife in her eyes.
she is my bellissima amour.
we grew up together,
we used to play together,
who could have known?
she would be my love
my one, my only
my Jazmine.
i wrote this on valentines day for my girlfriend Jazmine, we were doing poetry in school, adn we had to make a valentines daypoem for something we love, i chose the thing (in this case a person) that i love mos...Jazmine. i actua;lly have a few drawings that go with igt bugt, im not sure how to put them on here so...
Categories:
mos, love, valentines day,
Form:
Free verse
"Beware Of the Ides of the men on black"
The judges and jurors of our fates, blink.
Every time we will, they will reform it
They even gave them new uniforms
But they preferred the black 'It suits them mos'
And more guns,lesser humanity.
The Leaders of tomorrow are forbidden from seeing the morrows.
Put on rags, glorify poverty;
Just maybe, you will live to see another day of this craze of population control.
While the men on black and their rifle embark on patrol.
Pim pim,
Vroom vroom,
Police vans, parked by road sides
And policemen standing akimbo on major roads
With flash torches, flashing bright lights
Into the faces of incoming drivers
And their passengers if any.
A remainder of
'You better hold change
Or we seize the whole money'
'The Police is Your friend' with stern faces
Hello, young man may we know you.
"Paddy mi, make we gather reach town"
4:20pm, Fresh fine boys gunned downtown.
One, two shots!
Another happy-trigger officer had shot his shots.
"Oga Olopa wetin my pikin do you?"
The oceans flowed endlessly, as their mothers cried.
"Tattoo, dreadlocks, piercing not our culture!"
The Police report read.
For dumbness echoes now, while wisdom has been coerced into a deep sleep.
The toils of tomorrow built with the youth's blood.
GHOPS (Pa Shakespeare) x O.C Adolf
Categories:
mos, absence, abuse, africa, allusion,
Form:
Didactic
I’m not a sweetheart or an angel
I could get really rude
I’m not always in a bright mood
I admit I have a attitude problem
I get easily annoyed
I always listen to people over you
And I’m always paranoid…
I get very *****y
And you point out all of these…and I can’t understand why
Cause you’re most defiantly not the good guy
You get mad to quick
You’re the definition of a Hypocrite
You can’t keep your hands to your self… nor your eyes
Which knowing you, shouldn’t be a surprise
You’re controlling,
I can’t even have a boy as a friend without you knowing
Or going in for no reason
And your mos. def. a great actor
You had me fooled for a quick minute
I’m glad I never let my guard down for a second
I know I lied about ever loving you
But I never went behind you back and talked to your little cousin
Nigga you were bugging
I don’t know but maybe you think I’m dumb or stupid
But I’m smart enough not to dare go back out with you
But its not you nor me...its us
We just can’t be
I can be very *****y
And your just plain crazy
So in conclusion
Don’t try to put it all on me
Cause it was defiantly 50/50……
Categories:
mos, relationship, slam, me,
Form:
Rhyme
'From A LIth Book Of Tales'
On Cultism...
'Dodorima, Abankrier, Obuogede, Awumen,Omi'
Shout and chants that derails youths of their Concentration and goals in life.
Community brought us all together
But secret societies;
The blacks,blues,yellows,reds,greens.
Each having their own evil agenda,
Killing the dreams of tomorrow
Our tomorrow, their sad outcome.
They now cause pain, sorrow, hatred
And sour bitterness.
The elders laid these foundations
So we know
Same elders who laid waste, all hope on tomorrow,
Still hope for a divine change
A better tomorrow.
We had all wanted to grow up so fast
Three little boys, friends forever
We'd promise,
Then college -
'The future these ones gleamed at a rush,
I wan be bros so soon mehn
So i fit show all these em bros eh poblem.
Wahala and kakataka follow everywhere
They go now.
'the leaders of tomorrow'
Them just fall one guy for front jus now
Scores na 7 - 8, we go equal am soon believe.
Mothers cries and wails swell up to heaven mos
For the street, that one na jam, them never see
Hearts harden,
The devil trembles,
The earth swollen
Gods didn't do this,
Man did.
The hate we gave to the little ones
Came back to F everything up.
The faults in our own stars...
*****'closes chapter'*****
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare ...
Efosa Shadraque
Categories:
mos, abuse, addiction, africa, birth,
Form:
Didactic
Roots
Who are we? Is the quest in nous?
That rings each mos. as I think
Of roots and the traditional trail
Till a muffled loud voice echoed
Impetus child
“We are Africans”
The true reflection of Ubuntu…
The Bantu from the western margin
San of Kalahari, Koi koi of Kuvhuki
Whom travelled on bare feet and
Endured the dry, thorny paths…
With the sun overhead, red hot and
Its rays amplified resulted in the toil
The toil of the quest, the quest of
Self-discovery in the Saharan region
An arid, blister to hast endured.
And the quest still melds in nous
Who are we? My intimate’s pike
Traditional ethos I question awry
And a muffled loud voice echoed
Impetus child
“We are Africans”
At a verge of impedance for we
Have lost the traditional trailer
Ethics strained, Morality sent to
The guillotine, customs now ills,
It is indeed the scratch of the triadic
Generation, we hast wandered away from
The roots, sexuality and taboos our toys
Dignity impedes as we stride one leap
Forward and twice the step backwards
In defilement of Ubuntu, culture diluted
By these delusions of grandeur, lost in
This so called globalisation…
Categories:
mos, africa, , western,
Form:
Blank verse
Wens van die Nagtegaal
Die tering knaag en groei aan my; elke uur en dag
Obsessiewe abses met ‘n kompulsiewe smag.
Grou ‘n gat en maak maar plek; vir doodsangs in die nag
Wie sal huil? Wie sal treur? Wie sal wen? En wie sal lag?
Na-ywer in die klank sal klink, en saggies sal hul sing:
Talmend ritmies, soet sal klink; as hul die loflied bring.
Liedere, sange, stemme klink; hul ereplek is lankal vol –
Dit sal wees die slot van daardie donker dooie kol…
In die geestelik’ vergadering; ‘n liggaamsdeel se doel
Vergroeisel was die pyn en nou; die einste wat ek voel.
Los maar eers die chirurgie; ‘k wil dit liewers hou –
Dalk nie eers kwaadaardig nie; ek wil dit mos onthou
Helfte van my saailinge en dubbeld van my oes
Die kanker wat my lewe eis kan my nie meer verwoes!
Sê nou maar ek kies die pyn; word dit ‘n afskeid-lied?
Hoe sal dit dan ooit kan wees? Die raad sou dit verbied…
Categories:
mos, cancer, desire, dream,
Form:
Lyric
Sand Bar
"Your focus determines your reality." —Qui-Gon Jinn
Witnessing an
amazing low-tide
phenomenon,
as if a walkway to
a parallel world
has suddenly appeared,
extending one-half mile
from East Beach
out to sea
People are slowly
gathering, walking, stopping,
stooping, staring in silence,
speaking softly—
I'm as eager
as Simon Peter
to join them, yet
somewhat afraid of
walking where
there has been
only seawater
minutes before—
Chattering dolphins
beckoning in the distance
instill confidence
So I join them,
stepping from the
beach onto the
other-worldly terrain,
first 42 steps confirming
we are not alone!
Surrounded by
a menagerie of
sand crabs, clams,
beach flea amphipods,
sea roach isopods,
ghost, hermit, and
fiddler crabs, even
cannonball jellyfish—
shades of the
Mos Eisley Cantina
on Tatooine
in miniature
But beware of
semidiurnal
tidal cycles!
Twice a day
at high tide
the sea, like an
unstable vortex
of a Chappa'ai,
consumes the
phenomenon,
even the beach itself,
to the edge of
the dune
"The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience." —Frank Herbert
"So long and thanks for all the fish!" —Exiting dolphins' farewell message, translated by Douglas Adams
Categories:
mos, beach, environment, nature, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
Mohave Valley Raceway is the place to be.
Lots of awesome people and races to see.
And should you happen to have a date come Sat. night.
Bring them to the races - it really is all right.
Drivers come from all over - even out of town.
To make it here on time, before the flag goes down.
We have drivers of various ages, courageous, loving, and bold.
Around camp fires and dinner tables their adventures are often told.
Racers are unique - a very special breed.
They'll dash to your side, when you have a need.
It's an adrenaline rush - the thrill of the chase.
A friendly competition to see who'll win the race.
You don't know what you're missing - not being at the track.
We have fantastic beverages and many a delicious snack.
So come one - come all and join us in the fun.
And cheer your friends to victory when races they have won.
Addendum: This is a real racetrack in Mohave Valley Arizona - they race every other Sat. 6 mos. out of the year with a Summer and Winter Break. I had the pleasure of being there for approximately 3 years. I have since moved to another state - but if you ever get to that part of Arizona be sure to check them out.
Categories:
mos, car, drink, family, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Slide after slide,photo after photo.
Every minute of that moment together,flashes back.
I missed some,forgive me for calling grey,black.
I was time blind for I was in denial of your state.
That,smile that your cracking through the storm of pain.
That,motion you make with your eyes,momentarily shifting fate.
That,song from your heart to make her smile,pain drain.
Then,that still picture of rare beauty you pose for mother.
Re-living the past,in present memories.
I still feel that gust of sorrow,tears sweep my soul,silently.
Looking at you now,my young,amazing,sweet,wonderful nephew.
These photos,this clip,that vivid memory of your life with us.
Until i too depart and wax out from the sun,i shall never blow your candle.
Rest In My Heart.
By M.O.O aka Uncle mos-eh!
Categories:
mos, death,
Form:
Epic
When you play a little Marvin Gaye,
And you mix it up with some Tupac.
You throw in a little Whitney and then
You add just a little Mariah Carey,
Some Ludacris, Some Mary Mary.
Throw in some Fred Hammond,
Aaliyah, Tank, Kirk Franklin,
And Raheem Devaugn's "Woman".
A little Dwele and Common,
Mos Def, Avant and
Gym Class Heroes.
Play some Ray Charles,
Heart, Queen, Ella Fitzgerald,
Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, Musiq Soulchild,
Poison, Case, Rascal Flatts,
Etta James, Louis Armstrong and mix that
With a little DMX and Christina Aguilera,
Destiny's Child, Timbaland the hitmaker,
Chris Brown, Anthony Hamilton, J Moss, Jill Scott.
Mix it up and then you've got
The soundtrack to my life.
Categories:
mos, happiness, music, son, song-lyric
Form:
Lyric
Tuff and tender hearted
Realistic
Idealistic
Caring
Incredible
Alive
Bashful
Eloquent
Resourceful
Naughty
Above faithful
Responsive
Dissatisfied
Tricia Bernard
10/8/2014
I am a BRAIN CANCER/ BRAIN SURGERY savior I only know what is left is what you get of me and it tis not much. With this I impart a little more knowledge. I still have cancer it has not grown any more but I have it ck. every 6 mos. so I will have my next check up in March Yah for me!
Categories:
mos, cancer, emotions, encouraging, image,
Form:
Acrostic
Die Marionet
Daar voor op die verhoog
So ewe droog.
Die Marionet
Met die Meester se stem
So, asof getem.
Die Marionet
Geen wil van sy eie
Het hy ‘n getuie?
Die Marionet?
Hy dans darem en sing
Hy is ‘n snaakse ding.
Jy weet mos
Aan toutjie van gena’
Niks wat hom pla
Moet ek weer?
Met die meester se mag
Het almal gelag
Vir die pop
As die vertoning verby is
Opgesluit in ‘n kis...
DIE MARIONET
Categories:
mos, emotions,
Form:
Bag packed and ticket in hand, to the door i head...
one punch, two punch, three punch.. i hit the ground
prismatic black skies studed with diamonds surround me
as i stand in the middle of my fantasy heart, wearing the mos
beautiful pillow talk pink gown. coming towards me is my
dark princs, wearing the most dashing black suit with pink
accents. he takes my hand, spins me around and we dance in
each others arms for what seemed like forever and always.
his refl ection in my eyes, his in mine..feeling so safe
my bliss interupted by strange voices asking me if i know
where i am..
my eyes open and all i see is white...white walls, white
bed, blanket machines and a white chair in the corner being
occupied by a familiar face...
“you have changed your future”
“hi popee, how are you?”
“you’re going to be ok”
“i love you”
“i love you too popee”
i fade back to reality...doctors and nurses surrounding me..
“ms. sabo youre going to be just fi ne”
“can you tell me what you remember?”
“i remember, but would rather not go down that road right
now”
“well just rest and dont worry, the cuts and bruises will
heal with minimal scaring. you’ll be back to your normal self
in no time”
yeah right, normal...whatever that is. my eyes grow heavy
and i slowly drift away back to my fantasy heart. to the one
place where i feel safe. if only my fantasy heart were reality,
then maybe...just maybe..my heart wouldnt have felt such
pain...
derra...derra, its 7:30...time to get up
Categories:
mos, life, me, heart, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
Nyako adwari bende anyalo heri
Yawa apari warom mondo aleri
Iberna kendo ochuna mondo aweri
Ateri mos walos wach
kawinjo nyingi to chunya liel mach
kel chunyi machiengni an kwach
Onagi Ja nyakach
sibuor moluor ekor gweng
wouoyi motegno kendo rateng
A jaber her jawer
karwa kodi chwe kendo ler
Andikoni akonie kaka iber
A jaber Her Jawer
pada gi kwe kendo irodha gi hera
Dalawa ateri kendo dalau itera
Imos baba gi mama,dana gi kwara
owadwa nyaminwa ji duto riti
Gidwaro ngeyo kiti
Gidwaro chi wuoyi
A jaber her Jawer
Dhok nyaka ater
choras nyaka awer
nyaka kaka iber
kaka iler
mara ma aseyiero
Ma yuthe te dwaro
yawa singna ni chwo ikwero
kendo an e kende
Achiel kende
E piny matinde
jaber singna
herawa Pakna
Sungri sweetheart pakri, tingri malo
An mari pile dak wasenyalo
mudho mag hera waseloyo
Hera omoko, hera omuoch
hera Opoto, hera Lich
jaber Her jawer
winje kaka awer
her Jawer jaber.
Categories:
mos, for her, inspirational love,
Form:
Ballad
A Combat Fatality
I just had enlisted in the Army one day.
Oath of allegiance to country did say.
For four years would be in the infantry
And combat duty would eventually see.
Over hill and dale went to basic training.
Out of me all of my energy was draining.
Had pushed myself as far as I could go.
Was always in middle not fast or slow.
But regardless I finally finished at last
And all of my tests successfully passed.
At some questions, I did have to guess
And in end had been awarded an MOS.
I proudly would wear an Army uniform
And our unit ended up in Desert Storm
While fighting there in a combat unit.
We were all brave and had true grit.
While on duty drove by a desert palm;
Nearby was buried a roadside bomb
Which did kill both my buddy and me;
We had become a Combat Fatality.
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Categories:
mos, men,
Form:
Couplet