Best Peopleme Poems
The chair is her home, her universe now
It is all that her many years will allow
Helena’s elegant beauty once shone
Now her mind wanders a world of its own
Age has changed her body but not her heart
Many great stories she’d always impart
To the wide-eyed grandchild she admired so
A girl who has loved her since long ago
Tales of black velvet gowns in which she’d dance
Soft moonlit beaches where she found romance
Economic hardships that came to pass
The rise and the fall of each social class
Her hands and face are now weathered with age
Accounts of the past still flow from this sage
And though some repeat again and again
I still listen now, just as I did then
I’ve memorized these tales, her gifts to me
And always I’ll remain her devotee
It matters not that my name escapes her
Love from her eyes she can always confer
Grandma brushes fingers across my face
And whispers, “Beautiful,” as we embrace
Though I miss years when she knew me so well
I know in the past her memories dwell
My love for her lingers, it always will
I take comfort knowing she loves me still
As the stars cross this brumous night ~
Standing here with these white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet
Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea
Swells amid the rifts now rising....
Before my thoughts and inside of my heart
Communing with a chromatic collage of endless faces ~
This colloquy within my own souls revelations
As the mist before my eyes begins to clear
And the lighthouse of truth, as truth is, begins to appear
Castaway phantoms walking upon the waters
Beckoning unto me all of their beauties ~
Their irreplaceable hopes and dreams....
Transcending the tangibles, amid an unproportional world
The relevancies of every life, speaking unto me
As a warm tear rolls down my face
While Jupiter explodes, before my eyes ~
Impaling my spirit with these impeccable purities....
Sublime; as I walk further into the swishing swirling currents
Toward the fathoms of acceptances understandings
Taking their precious hands, as the moon smiles upon their, glow ~
Born anew, within this panoramic and palindrome view....
Embracing their beating breathing hearts~These creations!
Turning back the tides of time; castaways no more
For it is all of life that I see now, deep inside the splendor
The wonders of whom they are, each, as a precious jewel ~
Awakened, amid these implosive clarities....
As the stars cross the fading brumous night
Standing here with the white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet, forever ~
Glancing beyond the repetitions of this champagne sea
Phantasms of once thought lore, smiling as they come alive
Lessons learned, and shifting dunes, of truths unfold....
While these rubies as tears, fall, from the corners of my sight
Marking my cheeks, unto their graves of what used to be
Slightly quivering lips; as these endless wells of emotion, arise inside
Realizing, how much I truly care, for each and every one, of their lives ~
Mars, now embracing Venus with, an everlasting kiss....
~ Of ~
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~ Unconditional Love! ~
Form:
Steven, My Love, my best friend in life,
Parents that support me in whatever I do;
My two puppies Zeus & Eos (both mutts)
My heritage of Potawatomi, Huron and Sioux;
A family willing to lend me support,
A wonderful house to come home to;
A simple world I can call my own,
My siblings, out there to help pull me through;
My horses willing and full of heart,
And all of my friends - Old and New;
My semi-good health and happiness;
And the passion that writing allows me to peruse!
i write slam better than anyone around
i leave you screaming without the sound
no-one can handle my lyrical style
i outstrip you all by a country mile
spitting these words without restraint
with your blood the walls i'll paint
your head falls off when you read my words
more taboo than the bees and the birds
if only this site would let me swear
you'd be picking chunks of vomit right out your hair
because i'm sicker than a dirty joke
make no mistake i'm not an ordinary bloke
got a mind that can think in several dimensions
i knock you down if you have pretentions
don't even try and take me on you can't win
i'll send your poems to the bargain bin
my intellect and wit outshines all
i can build you up and i can make you fall
black and blue from verbal attacks
look theres a rock quick get back....
under it
if not i'll sunder it
i'll kick you to the curb
with a noun and a heavy adverb
i could go on and on and on
but i really feel like i am done
i embarass all who assail me
if you dont like it. tough. you cant jail me
my sparkling put downs will never fail me
so if you feel brave try and comeback at me
i'll make you get down on both knees
a slap in your face
you are a complete disgrace
What a joke
What a laugh
People stressing
The overdraft
Oh my
Oh me
How much will it be?
Can I afford to pay?
Another unfair bill today?
Such is the way of the corporate ladder
To send paper with numbers
In order to get fatter
I laugh at your effort
To rob me long distance
Instead I smirk
And return resistance
It seems odd to me
That people fret
Like they’ll ever collect
Is what I bet
I wait for it all to collapse
For corporate America
To fall into relapse
Then look at the greed
And what they have brought
How much blood from a stone?
Is my thought
I love to laugh at these greedy misguided fools
Sending paper numbers
To obedient tools
When they send you pictures of numbers
Send them pictures of money
And laugh, laugh, laugh………..
Eric (and sometimes not)
Come on and break me down
finding the spot not yet found
as you tear my knees to the ground
wearing arrogance as if its your crown
as if its life
as if a right, that's yet been unspoken
can heal this heart too often broken
twisting like a knife
breaking through my souls skin
leaving me alone and twisted
erasing my rules never before listed
all caught up in this sin
of which I can't escape
of which I can't win
Form:
Shedding Feathers
One by Two
By Two and Three
And Three keeps shedding
because there is more,
Divine Feathers
which held and defined His soul.
He let them be White,
Paper White,
but proud as a Knight,
fighting enemies and Holy battles
on a destrier with a saddle.
He let himself be unconquered,
His Soul intact.
Many brawls and fights won
though corroding shield and armor,
a warrior with no starmer
and no history,
no claim.
Lest those feathers shed,
which claimed his immortality,
from slight gray to slate
they precariously turned.
'Here are feathers'
he somberly called his
Dear Friends,
fledging each one.
'Let me come down and drink
and give alms.
I'll soil myself and shed my feathers.'
he roared
while his friends cheered.
'I give thee my own soul'
he said almost passing out,
'to which one and two i hope you do enjoy.
My Plumage is with me No More
but forever with you evermore.'
Form:
He was cocky, he was bold
His views, they left me cold
And I thought he was just another jock
He was black and I was white
But there was something wasn’t right
Still I held on to my views like a rock
He began to gain some fame
He even changed his name
I thought I’d love to see him fall
When he refused to serve
I said he had a lot of nerve
He was wrong about his stand and that was all
He was a threat, becoming an idol
So they took away his title
And I began to wonder about this man
Was I wrong in what I perceive
When you stand up for what you believe
Was it true that I was becoming a fan
He reclaimed the title without fear
Each time he’d win I’d jump and cheer
There was more to him than met the eye
If there was one person I would have to choose
Who helped me accept opposing views
Then he would be the reason why
For “The Greatest”
They rode the bus with me today
From our town to the big city
she, so dainty, hands crossed, old hands.
Ankles crossed ever so slightly,
so very ladylike.
He had his arm aorund her,
Protecting her from the cold window
when the train went to and fro too.
She would look at him
with such love and trust.
He loves her too, ever so much.
How many years they have been together
he seemed to say.
With the good years and the bad
we have each other still.
Yes she said to him,
Rosa and Klause rode the bus with me today.
The mind is a womb
Copulate it
Let the semen of reason
Part the legs of its cervix
And you will see
When moth struggles before its born
The power of its dreams for flight
Words are eggs, you know
Virginal eggs,
I saw him hatch them into bricks
Of ideas that he could carve
Like an Edna exhibit
All copulation must spontaneous
A true gentleman has that gift
Not to force his feelings
On his betrothed
He was also scholar, you know
A sort of poet
That prefer metaphors to the conflict
Of chisel and wood
He had such a mastery of the rhetoric
I mean he understood them better than us
For he did not only speak like them
But spoke their strategy better than them
I sometimes wondered how he knew himself
Apart.
Its sort of seemed ironic
That he did have the anger that Fanon composed
Unless wit is a subtle part of it
May be environment is such a part of it
The cool, I mean
We say that about Manchesterians
Roxborough,
If it could produce the soldier-scholar
Could not have produced just a little fire
Even for the cremation of his brother, Roy
Perhaps it was the mix blood ...
Busta said that his mother was Taino
I do not understand is who mixed them though
There is an overt statement of force to be made
A rape scrubbed from the memory
For how could one half of hm
Become so invisible ...
The mission I mean.
I must rule
More than wood, and more
Than water
For my destiny
Is more than what men may leech
So I am not exploited
I am killed for this robbery
And here I am left
A dead man on a throne
Here I am
Shrouded with self government
And staring into the empty eyes
Of children
So why do I love him then
Was it alone because my father
Fashioned my world for me
Gave me this icon
For proximity the barbarians
Who snatched my mother
Washing her white linen one day
From the sweet river
Do not take that thought to the bank
Where my children play
This man deserves his accolade
If only for taking blindness from my mind
If only for letting me know
The chain had never rattled their
And even in their own words
I could look at the world
And ask "why not?"
He gave me a ladder to my education
That was some gift,
Quite the best of all I am given
O it so beautiful to copulate the mind
Or hold hands through the annals
And see this Manley,
This little fountain of great ambition
Flowing at my lips.
There are so many voices heard and unheard in me.
I want to listen to the silences that are making noise inside.
You define me a “you” though.
One voice orders me to go,
(Or should I say I?)
Other pleads me to remain,
(Or should I say I?)
One bullies me,
(Or should I say I?)
One empathizes me,
(Is it the prime me?)
Which one is mine?
Or
What do I want?
Or
Who am I?
Perhaps I should call her who reside
Deepest inside my heart and have a walk together.
Form:
I was born with dyslexia,
And also A.D.D.
I’m not sure that you understand
What this demands of me.
You have formed your low opinion,
And judged me in your way.
Because I do not read your work,
You’ve nothing good to say.
The books I read are all on tape,
My bible’s on CD.
I rarely read the written word,
It’s difficult for me.
The words get jumbled in my mind,
So I must read again.
Sometimes I’ll read things many times,
Before I take it in.
You think I’m some pretentious jerk,
Who gets but doesn’t give.
You don’t see the adversity
With which I have to live.
I failed to graduate from school,
With all my high school chums.
My teachers never understood,
They just thought I was dumb.
I didn’t understand the books,
Or homework they assigned.
So long before you ever judged,
My nature was defined.
This is the monkey on my back,
The cross I have to bear,
You think you have me figured out?
That’s just the devil’s snare!
You do not know the path I walk,
You don’t know ME at all!
Did God not warn that judgment’s price
Would cause your soul to fall?
Or do you think that you can sin
Because your heart believes?
That once you’re saved, you’re always saved,
For that belief deceives.
The woman that Lord Jesus found,
At adultery’s door,
Was told, as He forgave her sins,
To go and sin NO MORE.
He didn’t say, Now that you’re saved,
Salvation is assured.
For if you know what NOT to do,
You disregard His word!
If you think I’m the evil one,
Because I do not read,
Then you have been corrupted by
The devil’s prideful seed.
Your time is nearly up my friend,
The sickle will soon fall.
And it will not skip over those
Who THINK their sins are small.
I am a man afflicted by
A disability.
To think of me as something else,
Is YOUR iniquity.
Every morning I got to work early so I can see surely. When I get there she is not there
so I set and wait but surely is late. When she got there she said to me may I help you.
YES I just wanted to ask you on a date does that sound great. No I will not take you on
a date. I set and wait for you and you come in late and then turn me down for a date.
Just wait you will be begging for that date. Now every morning I go to work late so I
can see Kate she is great we just started to date. Today surely came over to talk to me
may I help you. I just want to ask you on that date you had your chance now it is too
late. I am now with Kate she is really great I think she will be my soul mate.
Form:
The tone in her voice told me I had gone to far,
the tear down her cheek another scar
inflicted upon an already bruised loving heart.
The look in her eyes cause me to shudder,
the clench of her jaw arouses a twitch of her lip,
to quell and dissipate words she would love to spew,
but will not,
instead, scream into deep recesses of her brain.
The stoop of her shoulders, hands balled into fists drilled into her waist
with legs spread taunt,
all positive signs to find an escape route.
As I turn and crawl away I hear her say,
if you were not a baby, there would be the devil to pay.
There was not anything I could say,
at nine months,
language was scheduled for another day,
so I just went about my way,
next time I see mom, she will give me a hug, everything again okay.
Until the next time.
On his shoulders
he carried
me,
when I tarried
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.
Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.
In your footsteps
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?
Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?
Well I’m sorry
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?
Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!
But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married.
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.
And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!