Best Off The Streets Poems
theres two types of gangs to join
you dont have to flip a coin
to know which one that you need
once gets you in trouble
the other helps you succeed
the gang at school is called a club
it keeps you off the streets and drugs
so do what i did and be strong
by choosing right clubs, and not wrong
like the smoking council where i taught
kids what would happen if they thought
cigarettes made you look cool
smoking them with friends at school
the newspaper was hard but fun
we couldnt leave till it was done
making sure that every story
was interesting and not boring
the chess club was a real treat
my competition was so neat
against a boy that was not grinning
when i called out check mate from winning
I glanced at him on his knees, donning tears and a robe.
Wiping bullets and blood off the streets.
He slowly made his way toward the broken business zone.
A worn carpenter's belt in tow.
A soft light was around him.
The crowd began to grow.
He helped the last hatter board up his store.
A nail between his teeth.
Broken glass and bottle caps
played taps to a windy city beat.
He placed a few signs in the ground.
That said, vote for candidate faith, believe in the divine.
His time was up; it was time for him to go.
Once again, he was called back home.
As he left, he turned around and simply said.
"Love one another... greatly".
Looking out onto to the glare off the streets, it almost appears as if the asphalt were a
sheet of glass, as the rain pours down on the street. I see them but they hardly even
notice me. Another cold winter has come and gone for me, life in this Big City ain’t for
the weak. They look at me as if I was some kind of freak, as I bundle trying to keep
warm inside my filth laden sheets…I sometimes can’t remember the last hot meal I did
happen to eat. As I dig through a dumpster in the alley behind some old fancy
restaurant whose name I can’t even pronounce. A fifth grade education, if even that…I
see them, but they rarely ever see me. Lost here in the Big City this ain’t no place for a
country born boy to be…yet I see them, but they rarely see me. My bones ache and
sometimes I can hardly see, no refuge from the hot summer’s day heat…Look at them
all riding around in their air conditions cars with the music blasted so loud, I see them
but they rarely see me. Don’t pay me any mind. I ain’t mad at this old world or even
God… just upset with myself because I let the Big City life capture me and still my
youth. Still do what you always do when it comes to someone like me? Stare off at
someone else and just pretend as though you don’t see me standing here, just asking
for some help. Yes, look away…because no matter what you do? I still see you.
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Date Written:3/22/2022
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Black Cat Contest Judged: 4/3/2022
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
If I were to swagger off the streets
Some gangster as I perched the skulduggery
Of my litany in glitter and smoke
An ageless vandalism to linger unknown
While I sneer from the lounging corner of your TV
Would you recognise me
Though I slide sheathed in the flags and banners
Barking and whining with the malaise dogs of freedom
Still with the coils of bright subliminal stars
With the cool smoothing glass of my poison
Throttle every whisper in the eyes of your children
Would you know me
Should I sink in bitter teeth this Nospheratu gift
A mechanical mayhem of guts and blood
In impassioned exaltation choke the anthems of liberty
Should I scream dank from the cellar
Beneath the rubble litter of such celebrated and hollow victory
Would you hear me
When I dally in the mall smile Muzak ghost of neon
And peddle from every crisp clean rotting shelf of starvation
By coat-hanger noose dangled so footloose
Breathes it’s monoxide pull into your lungs
Better for the fashion this fashionable becomes
Do you recognise me now
As I secretive polished in slick glide reflective coercion
In the vaunted line of the halls of my fathers
Where this iniquitous trail of fiddling crumbs
Lay their poor morsel under the boot of my banquet table
I dine on metal and speak with weapons
And faceless electronic the vendetta of surveillance
And twisted media to quell every utterance
I hide this honed blade skulking behind you
Chill grip to the spine in bright sunshine
I haunt you
You ….. photographed
Are ….. stamped, filed
Mine ….. and numbered
On Halloween the children play,
Dressed in fun costumes they sashay,
Through neighborhoods at dusk of day,
They make their way, they make their way.
Pirates and faeries, witches too,
Zombies and cats meet Scooby-Doo,
Darth Vader, Yoda, ghosts that boo,
Displayed for you, displayed for you.
"Trick or Treat," all the children cry,
Their eyes so bright, excitement high.
When bowls of candy they do spy,
They are not shy, they are not shy.
And when their sacks are full of treats,
Their parents lead them off the streets.
At home they're tucked beneath their sheets.
Next year repeats, next year repeats.
10/4/13
For SKAT's Halloween contest.
branch burdened with snow
long winter
we wait
“Storm of the Century” Minneapolis, Minnesota
12/11/10
5:10 pm
“Roads Closed”…… City Plows pulled off the streets! “White-Out” Blizzard! I walked ½ block
to the indoor track and it was like walking towards a runaway freight- train!
Well son...
It all began in Fairyland
In the lab of the mystical toads
As trash throughout the land had gotten way out of hand
Along side of the pixie dust roads
The system they had wasn't working
Leaving empty all the garbage cans
And everyone of the Fairies backs were hurting
Bending over picking all of the trash
In an off the wall guess Teddy Toad thought of this
Something the Fairies all liked
A horn on a horse as a matter of course
Then the trash men could go along for the ride
So they took a horse and Duct taped a horn
Cause we all know Duct tape works wonders
But it never fit right in its slip and its slide
In the taping of over and under
Science soon prevailed in the cell from the horn of a cow
Mixing it up with one from a horse
Purely by accident they just happened to chance
Upon what is now the Unicorn
Who's very first job was giving litter a nod
In helping to keep the streets clean
But before too long the Unicorn evolved
In the preforming of different activities
From the up turn of nose in sneezing rainbows
In the prettiest of sunny weather
To giving kids rides as they grew wings to fly
The ones mixed with birds of a feather
Or the burping of clouds when they opened their mouths
That only know how to rain Skittles
That sometimes floods the streets in candy knee deep
Running sugar sweet straight down the middle
So if you're ever confused on how Unicorns were first used
Or had any doubt to how they came about
You can set your mind at ease
You now know they were created because Fairies all hated
Bending over picking trash off the streets
Goodnight son, sweet dreams...
As a Politician
to get re-elected
you want the world to love you
as a dictator
ruling your people
you want your country at peace
you can attempt to use force
you can create prisons
to locked up the people
that argue or fight against you
yet how much better
would it be
To rule a country that loved you
to rule a country that adored you
to rule a country that voted for you
that screamed to have you back
Use the methods
rich people use to create wealth
teach your people to invest together
making life easier for themselves
giving them extra income
allowing them to live life
out of debt
invest in building a world of fun
Walt disney invested in disneyland
creating joy for the world
your people could also invest
in creating disney lands
creating work for your people
takes children off the streets
reducing crime
making parents proud
Creating a system
where the people become investors
creates wealth for you country
taking you out of a depression
overcoming the budgets problems
as people become successful
their praise will come to you
their success builds your respect.
As I sit in my seat
My life is complete
As I look down to the ground
My target I have not yet found
Nor will it be, at least not by me
Because for me at least
In my ejector seat
That doesn't matter
I get in quick
Drop the bombs
Release the missiles
Stick the afterburners on
I am such a hero back at home, as they blast far below
Taking life and limb of those I don't know
I never see faces
I never see life
I care not for human strife
I see nothing, I don't want to see
As I sit in my seat
Your house may be gone
Your children shattered
But none of that
To me matters
As I am a coward
A Russian coward in my seat
That kills indiscriminately
All of those I never see
So best stay in your cellars
And stay off the streets
As I just hope we never meet
Because you then might just kill me
>>>
When this is over, Putin and his kind need to hang, very slowly..
God bless Ukraine
DAMO
The music is my destiny it
brings out the best in me
when I'm in the booth its
like I can feel everything
my senses getting
heightened no longer
feeling frightened its just
me and the mic got me
feeling enlightened
providing inspiration to the
shortsighted the non
believers the and the
people that lose their
dreams, desires and life
ambitions gotta make that
mental connection see
your soul's reflection see
that you were made with
perfection no
transgression against
yourself just gotta believe
and you will achieve that
ultimate wealth what you
sow so shall you reap the
benevolence of being
financially free providing
the future of today better
opportunities removing the
crime off the streets coz
Madiba fought so we can
all be free and live in
harmony. Peace and
prosperity
So
Let us be free to be great in
whatever our minds
conceive Let us achieve the
Greatness that God has
made us to receive believe
in yourselves let our Gifts
be Seen.
Protecting Gods Creations
by Building good
foundations blessing our
nations with future great
leaders waiting in
anticipation to see whether
the chosen one is worth the
patience so much can go
wrong in the state of haste
giving you a slap in the face
a fall from grace got you
left with a bad taste
realizing your life's gone to
waste its better rectifying
than repeating your
mistakes pick yourself up
coz no matter what they
say baby you got what it
takes to become as great
never losing faith keeping
composure to secure your
fate a place in the Hall of
Greats make no mistake...
Be thankful for the planet we live on.
Be thankful for the families we have.
Be thankful for the countries we live in.
Be thankful for the money we earn.
God gave us peace on Earth.
God introduced our moms to our dads.
God gave us many cultures to learn about.
God gives us skills to use wisely.
Be thankful for our special gifts.
Be thankful for rich and poor alike.
Be thankful for the food we eat.
Be thankful for the clothes we wear.
God gave us talents to share with the world.
God cares for the rich and poor;
No more or no less.
God gave us clothes to keep us warm.
God gave us food so we do not starve.
Be thankful for the homes we live in.
Be thankful for the transportation we use.
Be thankful for the children we love.
Be thankful for who we are.
God gives us shelter to keep kids off the streets.
God gives us cars, planes, and trains to get around.
God will soon make these children leaders of the future.
God made you and He made me.
We are the leaders of today.
The faster the clock ticks
The faster my heart beats
The lights got me feeling sick
And facing defeat
Words splashed across the wall
From splattered vomit this morning
A monument to all who said I'd fall
If I died would they all be mourning?
It's selfish but I did it to me
Drink after drink after drink
Now I'm stuck on an island in a lonely sea
My only options to swim or sink
So tired of chasing the buzz
Life got me messed up and depressed
As if in pursuit like the fuzz
Arresting me so that I confessed
My heart is a breeding ground
For poison and hate
The leftovers of a good man to be found
Killed by himself, what a fate
On my bed I'm shaking and sobbing
My head twisting and spinning
As I tremble my temple is throbbing
From a lost decade of sinning
The faster the clock ticks
The faster my heart beats
And I'm running out of tricks
To keep my butt off the streets
I'm getting the poison out for good
Because this may be my last chance
In this dark and dilapidated neighborhood
I've got to get out and give life one last dance
I know this boy , named miles Jenkins nunn . He collects bratz dolls and
Crossdresses 4 fun ! He likes playing poker with his mom !
He thinks Marla sokoloff is the bomb ! He sent her pictures of him dressed like
A girl ! She sent him a wig and a dress and a string of 1000 dollar perls !
Now he works 4 Marla sokoloff as her stunt double ! It keeps him off the streets
And out of trouble ! And j.j.abrams has just announced a new project !
It's the saylor moon live action moovee ! With physical chimera as saylor moon &
Miles Jenkins nunn as saylor Venus & gilly dude as saylor mercury & blue sky Jen
As saylor mars & sea dresa as saylor jupitor ! Win miles and Marla first met and
Wore identical costumes , Marla,s dawter Carla sokoloff got confused ,
Because one mommy was over there , and another mommy was over here !...
Get right with the creator...
Teach your kids how to fish.
Give EVERYBODY a second chance or even a third.
(That's if they're not too vicious).
After that, you're wasting your-breath- my dirty dime.
Do hire more GOOD police; they're quite necessary.
To keep the hell hounds off the streets.
Thin out the Neapolitan herd of:
STRAWBERRY KNEED race-baiting politicians.
BLACK-HEARTED MEDIA HEADS.
Billowing out the pale sludge of lies and half-truths.
Thin out the GREEN-EYED OLIGARCHS.
Greasing the souls and crotches of politicians.
Do promote peace within your family.
Don't paint people in your backwash of hate...
The community will bud-cities will bloom...again.
Tend to your teeth -a smile will naturally follow.
A smile can make all the difference.
....and did I mention, get right with God.
We'll all be better off...somewhat.