Best Pound For Pound Poems
The world is turning upside down
Covid 19 is all around
Numbers are growing without bound
Protests, killing, riots
and lots of bloody fights
The world is turning upside down
Most of the world leaders are just clowns
The best in the world pound for pound
For telling lots of lies
While the world just cries
The world is turning upside down
Who the hell is the fkn crown?
And why is she wearing such a fancy gown?
Statues are tumbling
As the crowd is are a'rumbling
The world is turning upside down
2020 will go down with a frown
Never in history to be found
Lots of people will die
No matter how much they cry
Clouds playing around
In the sky tramping above the ground
Dangling in merry-go-round
Smiling at you year-round
One cloud zoomed outbound
Glittering ice flakes fall in mound
Flowers and trees have all found
Heart-shaped clouds in pieces on the mound
Crystals in diamonds plodded on the ground
Stayed and freezed like a heart spellbound
Prayers in hearts everywhere that astound
Heart-shaped clouds in you, dwell pound for pound
Pound for pound me and my pen,
are the best pair to be found.
You can stand them up all day,
and we will knock them down.
I cannot take the credit,
cause I know for sure its him.
With his sleek chromatic style,
full of ink and slim.
He moves my hand to cross the t's,
and lies while doting i's.
And the words he puts on paper slim,
brings tears to both my eyes.
Without him I am nothing,
a man that's such a bore,
But that sleek chromatic ball point pen,
makes me so much more...
1st amendment atrocities
Secondary nature
Pound for pound
They scream above holy lungs
Of righteous contradictions
As humanity continues to dry-hump “social” media,
Their sedentary psychiatrist
Judgmental lip smacks
Chapped from the arrogant vowels
They spit
Another syllabic lyric
Within our home of the “free”
Our 50 stars become 50 irrational assault rifles
In order to become bullet proofed
From infantile validation
We embrace rusty excavators
Crushing on Bones wearing red sweaters & silky moustaches
While MBAs & Bachelor Degrees
Fight in Spartan-tempered mouth-offs
If a dress is blue or gray
Donkeys & Elephants become consensual orgies
In the name of desperate prayers
But, neither will raise taxes in the name of God
For church & state are separate
Until dollar-store woven baskets made in China swoop in
During Sunday mas(k)s
Stairways to our imaginary heaven,
Its railing removed by forced epiphanies,
Replaced by “angelic” archways
Made of Kardashian silicone
And rose-tinted ascension
Yes, we can.
Yes, we did.
Yes, we fell.
We. Must. Change.
©D.J.E.
How do i break the hate for Gods sake.
How do i escape the coil of the snake.
Life is not real death is my fate.
Body's cold it's starting to shake.
Soul is broken it's filled with hate.
Watching thru the eyes of someones hell.
Wishing my soul wasn't for sale
Living my life under a spell.
Speaking softly when I want to yell!
Feeling the world go round and round.
Chasing that special evil sound.
Me and nothing are pound for pound.
Having a fear of evil clowns.
Watching my loved ones disappear.
Trying to not shed a tear.
The power is pulling its almost here.
The wheels are broken im trying to steer.
The shadow is coming im full of fear.
How do i break the hate for gods sake
How do i escape the coil of the snake
Watching the dirt disentagrate
Human flesh evaporate
A simple sin is all it takes
Blood runs cold theres no mistakes
Some say goodness is everywhere in everyone,
but my vast travels haven't shown just one ton,
of ethics, morals or just plain fun.
Well I've been all around,
and something true from town to town,
is evil is everywhere, pound for pound.
See I've been here and I been there,
and I've been in your walking wear,
and goodness gracious ain't oft to bare.
Most folks say,
that it don't pay,
to have jaded feelings always through.
But this is the folly of the jolly cause evil done accrue.
Cynics, skeptics and thinkers know there's an unofficial ban on virtue.
But the worst is the folk who think they know lots,
and want the children to connect only good dots,
and by all means keep adult themes from tots.
If our children don't know of the cruelty,
that rises above from sea to sea,
then those kids won't ever be in reality.
Teach kids the curses, not such empty words, so they can reach maturity.
And then the kids can have some balanced quality.
But if kids can't know they'll always be victims of evils they can't see.
Some will say I'm just trying to bring them down,
but people got no skill when society throw em aroun'
like today's 13 drug deaths in my town.
6/25/16
Who woulda thunk it, I'd still be around
Still got lots to offer though, pound for pound
My smarts go way back
A prehistoric Jack
Was around when the dinosaurs did abound
© Jack Ellison 2016
Inside the drum, nothing is hidden;
The truth of the outside world arrives unbidden.
No one knows or imagines that I lay quietly inside;
No one wishes to reveal what they wish to hide.
Physical presence tends to put people on their guard;
Their deep dark secrets safely tucked away to safeguard.
People go about their business sounding their drum;
They pour forth their rhythms that resound and hum.
They lie, cheat, and steal thinking no one is around,
Anonymity carries its own weight pound for pound.
People speak about themselves in exaggerated tones,
For an undue advantage, they will abandon their homes.
I reveal that I am on the inside looking quietly out;
No one has any inkling that I am anywhere about.
Invisibility can sometimes serve a useful purpose,
A trait that allows me to burrow below the surface.
In certain traditions, I am identified by fixed name;
When my name is raised, individuals see the blame.
Inside the drum, I am the silhouette against the light;
I am the glowing light against the darkness of the night.
Inside the drum, I am the chameleon changing color;
The secrets I hear reveal the depths of human squalor.
Inside the drum, I listen carefully but am never heard;
The modernite mentality considers the unseen absurd.
My name is conscience, an inner spirit breathing flame;
I scorch the way of the world and hopefully induce shame.
Self-awareness allows people to think of themselves as free;
To do whatever they wish and to be what they wish to be.
However, I lay silently within, as life’s intricate net is spun
Listening to the whispers and cries of the beating drum.
To feed of the holy swine, would be divine. To consume of the muscle and sinew beneath the rind. A lavish meal the Christian would be, to wipe my mouth with cloth of purity. Within fibers and marrow I find solace. Through smoke and tears I pick at heaven’s skeleton with greedy fingertips lusting for purchase. To digest the cannibal lamb would bring me closer to who I am. To find one’s self in the flesh of another is simply a lost work of greatness. Lucifer, a gracious host. Need not brag nor boast that his spread deserving of a toast, never ceasing to astound. Sin for sin, pound for pound. Salivary glands hold dominion over my ravenous urge to feast until the savory iniquities of these beasts are licked clean. Break the bread to sop up the broth of sinner, smitten alongside my “gentile” dinner. The harvest commences, satisfactory.
The herd is ripe for the slaughter
As a young boy,
He lived in extreme poverty
And worked as a construction boy.
Even though there were no foods to offer
On the table and being a boxer
Was the only way to feed his family,
He never lost his faith to God Almighty.
Not a single day he missed to pray.
Until one day,
He discovered his special gifts.
In sport of boxing today,
He's a pound-for-pound king.
Within the ring,
People called him "The Beast"
'Cause many boxing legends had tried their best
As they'd promised to defeat "The Beast."
But none of them came to close.
By his powerful hands and blind speeds,
they'd suffered the shocking loss.
Manny Pacquiao is an all-time-great,
A philanthropist,
"The Nation's Fist,"
"The Fighting Pride of the Philippines,"
"The Fighting Congressman,"
The "Pac-Man,"
"The Mexicutioner,"
"The Destroyer,"
An actor,
A singer,
A prizefighter,
A "Fighter of the Decade,"
And an eight-division world champion.
He is my pride!
Who woulda thunk it, I'd still be around
Still got lots to offer though, pound for pound
My smarts go way back
A prehistoric Jack
Was around when the dinosaurs did abound
A racy new book I have found
Once started I couldn’t put down
There were 50 they say
In all shades of grey
The sexiest man pound for pound
Check it the new paradigm is sound,
look left and right, a new brother and sister found,
matching the positivity pound for pound,
well aware this is just the first round,
a fight long since started,
fully mapped out and chartered,
fought by enemies’ and loved ones,
both alive and dearly departed.
So much bigger than the individual,
yet reside in the microsm, of subconscious push and conscious pull,
alluded by ego into a deep fall,
to willing to be stupid to appear cool,
brain functioning on the alpha wave,
programmed by your H.D. t.v.,
your a mind slave,
we’re all invited to the bondage rave,
it’s more addictive than these little Prozac pills,
encouraged to self terminate, but not to adopt new life skills,
give your brain some whole grain to mill over,
churn up some bright green pasture clover,
produce some quality spiritual milk,
exit the brain like verbal silk,
because food for thought is spiritual elixir,
2010 is going to be a very interesting year.
My Shero
Kendra,
Words can not adequately say,
What you mean to me today...
And every day!
The tremendous courage
that you have shown,
You are the strongest person,
I've EVER known.
As I observe you from afar,
I get to see, how amazing,
you really are.
You are a warrior, yet still,
a classy Queen.
Same pretty face and personality,
that attracted me, as a teen.
When cancer came for you,
you didn't back down.
You went round for round,
and pound for pound!
I knew you were in pain,
for it showed on your face,
But you handled it,
with such dignity and grace.
I am so very proud of you,
(Because) you have allowed faith and hope,
to see you through.
You never have to fight alone,
If you can't speak,
all you have to do is moan.
This fight...We, will fight together,
No matter, how long it lasts,
or how stormy the weather.
My strength to cope,
comes from you.
Without you in my life,
I don't know what I'd do!
I love you, with all my heart,
And how do I express that,
I'm not sure where to start.
But I want you to know,
that I'm always here for you,
And for you, there is NOTHING ,
I would not do!
You are my SHERO,
my partner, my friend,
You are my beginning,
and you are my end!
You are the very essence of me,
You are the root, that grounds this tree.
I Love You, Baby..forever and a day,
May God deliver US
from Cancer is what I pray!
2/11/17
Christmas nears.
I do hear.
Holding ground
with one ear.
Sights I see
With out eyes.
Wonders only.
Wishes by.
Scents a’ lurking
all around.
Ghostly manners
pound for pound.
Taste of nothing.
Winter's bliss.
Flavor pulled
before a kiss.
Christmas nears
Of this we know,
without us saying.
The wind will blow.