Best Phenom Poems
Makama, Funom
a creative, precocious phenom
wrote the Canterbury Tales
whilst on a schoolboy vacation in Wales.
I can watch them again,
grown men at a children's game,
the glory of the Show
on the TV screen.
For a while
I couldn’t watch,
knowing
I’d been close.
A phenom
Double A at 18
90+ fastball,
but it didn’t move.
And in Triple A
and spring training
for the Show
they ate it up.
When I tried harder
my arm blew up
rotator cuff - tendinitis
epicondylar fasciatus
Tommy John
physio, drugs, steroids.
Hope springs eternal
but nothing helped
enough.
Now I sit in this bar,
mush for brains
just like my arm.
Don’t care that
drugs and alcohol
don’t mix
as I watch them
knowing almost
is worse than
never.
I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line
like mine so that I might feel the fright,
decline and beeline from your sight.
Live your life in the shadows
far away from the meadows
and only move slightly so
your world doesnt crumble.
Just sit in your bubble and wallow
and mumble afraid to rumble
this phenom for the trouble.
You've the chance of a bumble bee
that's been detached from its stinger and wings,
whinging in pain towards the fat lady that sings.
Nearing the finish line in less than a minutes time,
sliding from the peak and unable to climb,
beaten down in shock by my sublime
and superbly well crafted rhyme.
You can repeatedly attempt to try to call my bluff
but you cannot sit in my seat or out do my stuff
because I'll treat you rough and smack the puff
out of your cheeks thus causing you to fluff
words you seek, weak without enough.
I'm the Trim Reaper, I creep,
I'll push you down until you creek,
and become to weak,
to move or even speak,
I'll allow your slow retreat,
as the tears begin to leak,
I'll beat out the next beat
as I beat and defeat on repeat.
Kings fumble their crown
in a blink of the eye,
and fall down earth bound
from way up in the sky,
because they cannot thrive,
not while I am alive,
best to give up then hide
and silence crying eyes.
Musk it you must as the dusk hides the dust,
because you can't muster up or adjust
and prove that you've got enough groove
to remove me when you're busted with no thrust
to remove me or leave me stationed to rust.
Trust me I'll turn your talent crusty abruptly
then move heaven and hell above me.
My desire will not tire as the fire transpires up high,
all eyes on me to see the majestic Phoenix rise.
A presence out of this world like the Phoenix lights,
this sentence wields the last words seen in this write.
I'm going for the
Gold,
My heart is in control,
Trying to succeed
takes giant
G.U.T's
I'm a lion
from the ghetto
Just running
through the meadow,
not looking for alliance
you can the have science,
because when the
game starts,
my faith is the
appliance
Heart pounding hard
boxer
you should win
a Oscar
Not fighting for
popularity
I want the game to
marry me
Don't care about a
Salary
The best
until they bury me
Train all day,
that's how you gain
clarity
Talking bad about my team
should be a sin
Blasphemy
Our Little Michael/Your Michael Jackson
Our little Michael
Begin his life in our homes
He danced in our living rooms
Like James Brown
He was raised in every small
Town in black America
He and his brothers were the
First black family band
Like the White Osmond’s
To make it big
In the record business with
Arithmetic and alphabet
Songs
Like
Sugar and pop
Syrupy breakfast cereal
The girls fell in love with him
Our little Michael
Was the heart of
Every little black girls
Dream comes true
And Even if
The boys would get
Jealous
But
He was our little Michael
Like a little brother
We watched as he grew up
On TV
And left our families
As all children must
Our little Michael
Moved from every little black town
To LA LA Land and embarked on a
Solo career
He worked with men like
Mr Jones who took little Michael
Into a new direction and he became
Your Michael Jackson
A black world wide phenom
Everybody loved Michael Jackson
Over time
His behavior was
Not understand by his family
As his popularity grew
More and more demands were made on him
As his popularity grew
More and more he distanced himself from his family
As his popularity grew
More and more he was like a homeless man
But with riches and fame
He became more and more like you
Only God knows
If his soul was tortured or if
He was a troubled man
But let us pray that our
Little Michael has made peace
With himself and it is well with his/our soul
Step right up unto the latest craze
Doe bank baby trying to escape
Big buck's double digit haze ?
A phenom horned in sound
Sweeping across its banks
Her plastic hobo clowns.
Once in a while it is good if we think highly of ourselves. As for me, I always do that, especially knowing fully well what the holy scriptures says "As a Man thinketh in his Heart, so is he"... I am a champion, a king, an influential being and someone the world cannot do without and this is exactly who I am (not just in my heart). Here is a poem which elaborates these thoughts of mine.
Talking about a Giant and his kingdom
beauty and greatness found in any form
He's exactly what a society needs;
which is a very relaible intercom.
Empowering the weak to freedom
even when it seems they are stuck in a dorm
Praises from citizens of his empire
should never be considered as Idioms
Cos his helping hand
makes life easy as a sitcom
and his contagious virtues
make every night seem as prom.
The unsuccessful and underachievers sit and talk
but his presence to them brings immediate boredom.
In his race to success,
stumbling is seldom.
Always winning Gold is his symptom
but acquiring Silver, is considered as hitting rock bottom.
His constant achievements
leaves you no choice than to get accustomed
and no wonder he's an exaggeration to his peers.
His magic and Aura,
difficult to phantom.
His foot prints and trademark,
already becoming random.
A charming and very influential leader,
ready to pass through dark holes
in protection of his own, like a condom
which makes his flock long for his bossom.
God bless his mom
for giving us such a phenom.
Commanding respect, to him is a norm.
Try intimidation, he has the anti-venom.
Defined as smart, sharp, intelligent and handsome.
Not even forgeting his envious Wisdom
which makes him explode like a radioactive atom.
Who else is it; if not the one and only FUNOM!
Having lived in multiple ports
Comingling with people of various sorts
Living in luxury or existing in squalor
Coffers full or down to last dollar
In town after town one constant remained
Perhaps unnoticed to the eyes less trained
In areas it seemed that inherited blight
With hardly the cash to keep on a light
An Abode a stiff breeze from going aground
repairs needed in and out all around
To make up for all that it obviously ain't
thrown at it a few gallons of turquoise paint
This phenom becoming a growing trend
One really must wonder where will it end
So true paint can wield miraculous wonders
but it won't keep a lost cause from going under
A reflection of societal decline on the whole
Appearances above all the primary goal
white washed graves full of all that's impure
As we posture and decry and seek to assure
An in your face hue that belies the truth the
thinking have known since the days of their youth
Man his own steps proven he cannot navigate
Still we look to another and will till its too late
A self aggrandizing need to honor creation over creator
It's fact and not fodder for the latest talk show
Regardless of who's the debator
On foundational level this house of cards
Will not stand ever more
There is not enough garish paint in the world
To transform this pitiable pathetic eyesore
A September call-up, pennant race;
Colossal bat and fresh young face.
Believed the hype and promised much
But found a pitch he couldn’t touch.
Fast tracked by coaches for greater good,
From age of nine he swung sweet wood.
Each level bringing repetition;
Annihilating competition.
Two on and two out; Anticipation stepped to the plate.
Wildly swung at three pitches that got there too late.
Grey-templed reliever, “nothing” left in the tank;
Last night served a sinker - that actually sank.
Vilified by the fans that claimed him the reason;
His first at-bat; a K; that cost them post-season.
Long awaited debut, not how he thought it would be.
Tonight would be different, he’d make them all see.
Like scratching cockerel he digs in dirt,
Looks up at hill; pride still hurt.
Until last night, a can’t-miss “Phenom”
Now feeling wrath of media venom.
With gritted teeth, he squeezes maple tight,
Stares down the pitcher, knuckles white.
He watches ball one. Up and away.
The next pitch released, he puts ball in play.
A crack of the bat, sends flying splinters.
Down dirt path he bounds like a sprinter.
His foot slams down on dusty white sack,
“The Next Big Thing” back on the right track.
The super group ABBA is on it's way back
A new generation will learn why they led the pack
A Swedish phenom
Led the world in song
We all rejoice as they turn the clock back
The color of the midnight sky,
I am the color of indigo.
I am the smile after every storm,
I am the 6th color of the rainbow.
I exemplify innate wisdom,
Allow me to be your muse,
Intuitive and understanding,
Mental wealth you can’t refuse.
I am the backdrop for the stars
And the background to the moon.
Look to me, you’ll find spirituality,
A higher power you’ll be in tune.
I symbolize solitude and oneness,
A sort of psychic capability.
A color of strength, a color of depth,
The phenom of self-mastery.
I am indigo, the color of knowledge,
The complexion of self-reflection.
I am indigo, master of personal thoughts,
The color of profound introspection.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A woodland walk, a quest for river-grapes, a mocking thrush, a wild rose or rock-living columbine, salve my worst wounds.”
SUFFERING SEASON
broken…
the sediment — a deposition seed,
of what meaning, this scrawl?
splinters splayed, suffering season
comforted by a columbine.
pressed into the carnivorous cranny
of melancholic chords, phantom phenom
appears from sunless shadows,
felicitous with numb heartstrings.
pretense of petals pierced,
potent poison’d creative mind.
woman in white, welded to hatchery,
sings wisdom and solitude —
shy flower cranes its head to listen.
rebirth croons in crannied space,
cramps of convalescence released.
a lonely boy. . . the florid dove lands
on two fingers, he’s mesmerized —
the apparition strokes his hair.
2/21/2020
Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Trumphantly you pillage possessions and surrounded your memory with divinity
a sentimental smile with hallucinating images as you walk down desecrators
isle. A phenom thrilled by destruction and chaotic interruption a sane ballad we
sing for you a single rose we lay for you a grin of disrespect to a delightful train
wreck. Sinister I remember you dominate and numb be your faith, they await you
hero of virtue we yearn to let it all burn. It began at the gallows it ends with graves
left shallow eventually we reap eternity.
Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future
media attention did capture
overnight starlet exhibits bravure
generates profuse nonstop
outstandingly positive conjecture
nine year old greeted in France bonjour
mademoiselle so innocent and pure
guaranteed future success
near anonymity one day
household name the next,
automatic fame secure,
whose beautiful swarthy
complexion compounds allure.
Courtesy technological tentacled
trappings everywhere
twenty first century raw
talent discovered anywhere
across world wide web
instant cash cow bajillionaire
clinched record deals guaranteed
linked immortal wealth crystal clear
financial woes never nightmare
flush electronic deposits buffer
sudden renown claim heir
reddit teary boosting
quantity kith and kin here
rilled predictable feigned
interest to care,
when yesterday no hoots given
toward young person's welfare.
Such simplification possibly doth err
grossly inaccurate, I aver,
rushed prediction unfair
nonetheless interesting how
forgotten friends and relatives spur
unexplainable long
atrophied well timed flair
to buttress crumbling complex edifice
long forgotten grudge doth disappear
tangentially madding crowd
metaphorical boatload relative
strangers ferried jostle appear
amazingly enough out thin air
human nature inexplicably fickle
another case in point here,
when yours truly did not roundly square,
among classmates nasty glare
but triangulated, threatened, teased...
convenient token (non smokin')
scapegoat bullies throve to scare
name calling, spitting, suckerpunching,
a curse this then skinny, puny, dorky...
boy never did dare
raise his non hazardous dukes fear
ring being clobbered, pureed, whipped...
perhaps thugs menacing scissoring my long hair
passively internalized deplorable angst.
Pretentious twisted and envious psycho staring out the window the violence will numb you the fear will deify you curse the overbearing indestructible mind voices see through you
completely to rule you. Drink from the evergreens of faith deceiver by night the haunted
hangs tight divided by light a criminal dilemma in black, breathe in the darkness bound by
your mistress call on the phenom to stand beside you and suffer through and through
triumphantly blaming Babylon cursed with possessions from beyond violently searching to be
set free voodoo intense as it rains downs malice intent. Sing your sinister love song
screaming in wretched trace dominated by sick hate Rosa of degrade enchanted on locus
highway suffocate the seven year feast your lord of reincarnated righteousness shall dwell in
the east ride the storm as warned in Salem we long.