Best Ren Poems
I'm sorry, I just can't (T)ake it anymo(r)e.
Everything h(u)rts, (m)y life is falling a(p)art.
I should have (k)nown (i) would mess it a(ll) up from the (s)tart.
I'm (c)limbing to t(h)e roof and f(i)xing this.
My (l)ife is worthless.
I'm a (d)isappointment to my pa(ren)ts.
goodbye forever.
small gifts -
contributing to other's happiness?
# show me a man or woman of simple mind
people who we commonly term as slow #
point out ====>
people
of simple means
The radio blasts Johnny Cash
as I leave
I step on my cigarette ash.
I got a lot on my mind
I'm looking for love that I'll never find, in this town.
Let the Illuminati
take my body
to the ground.
All my songs have the same old sound.
The police are trying to hunt me down
with bloodhounds.
I'm a fugitive
should I let you in
are you MC Ren?
or just my best friend?
I don't know
you won't show
your face
I gotta get out of this place
it won't grow
I gotta get a taste
of this pain
before I go insane.
Break a pencil
I'm sitting in this temple
look it's simple.
Give me a chance
I'm not kidding
this isn't some stupid dance.
Can I stay at your place?
I can't show my face.
I still love you
will never shove you
always will stay above you.
Always gonna burn
now I'm hurt
a couple of cuts
some gravel in my guts
always grabbing my nutts.
Love the way you lie,
cry,
try to make me real
all this anger I feel
I'm scared of death
but, that's the only thing left.
We don't die
we multiply.
So don't cry
when I leave
if you must
blow your nose in your sleeve
like a shirt
you gotta weave
just breathe in
like the hearts of lonely men
Life of sin
the last bottle of gin.
I gotta set up a plot
so I won't get shot
on this ground
where I rot
that's time I don't got.
I'll just start runnin'
when I hear em' gunnin'.
I don't wanna go back to jail
and burn in hell
sitting in that cell.
I'm glad I woke up to a smile
in my bedroom
before I blew up cocaine
in my living room
grab that broom
before we meet our doom.
It's getting near dawn
the game is on
now I'm gone.
Social conscious, the brain behind the hand,
it’s wooden spoon ready to smack the non-conforming adult /s/,child/ren.
Driven by western views of political correctness,
it dictates how we should be and what we should become.
Weaving its web within the fabric of society,
legislative acts and the cynical ideals of who?
Always ready to shout out your wrong!!!,
never commending those who are right.
Forced upon minorities in a stereotypical way
look these people need to be saved,
it’s one sided propaganda eagerly displays,
many shames of what were acceptable ways.
Power, control, suppression, aggression
this seems pretty prejudice to me,
why else would it segregate the people,
instead of helping the people to be free.
Let’s disempower the people,
then they wonder why?
These people have no control!
I don’t know why they act surprised?
Social conscious dictates social change,
social change denotes someone pays,
the ones who pay force change,
so social conscious always wins at the end of the day.
There’s two sides to every coin,
but only one to social conscious,
who is the conscious behind social conscious?
think about that……..
a tearful dedication to my lifelong brother, mentor, and friend Adam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~aug.5, 1964-may 4, 2012
I owe you better than this...You were Heaven sent...
Eyes cascade tears I cry
do you know Y? A. U.C.H. ~ (Y. A.ren't U. C.hillin' H.ere?)
I cry dry...
my ACE of spades, i miss you kid
my mentor
my man
my ILL-est friend
my Superman
my M.C.A.
why'd you have to fly, you'll never die...i cry i cry
the pen leaks
i sink
it stinks it stings i cry i cry
side by side we were A.L.I.V.E.
tho' i can hear Dechen cry, wipe tears from Lo's eye
wings you glide
the rhymes we rhymed, you and i
G -S.O.N. the sky, too short yir' time
the moon should refuse to shine
Losing your duty's shredding my mind i cry i cry
you remain so kind transcending your ending line
I CRY this way I crY I crY and I just do not own the right words to say, just as mc's squared you cared this way
you shared melodies but now this sky's gone to Red from Grey,
i must make it anyway,
but trust when I say
I love you MCA!
* I'm running into walls without you...
Happy Happy Birthday ? ~•°Ren Fields°•~? '
To the BEST AND BRIGHTEST HANDSOME GUY
with the most
SWEETEST SMILING FACE
let me say
happy happy birthday to you
i lift up my glass with a
LYRICAL Toast
just as KINDLY NICE
and WHOLESOMELY TERRIFIC
as to say to you
i hope you have a
happy happy birthday
that only a
POLITE GENTLEMAN
like you can do
happy happy birthday
to a KIND And ADORABLE
MAN AS LOVABLE
as BABY FACE REN FIELDS
WE LOVE YOU
Undeclared evil intentions imposed
The dark side of ma·lev·o·lence exposed
Magnified by sheer brutality of acts composed
Aaaaah, evidence one can clearly see'th
All of humanity is faced with
Tragedy from hor·ren·dous acts commit
Shockingly dreadful acts caused by
Misplaced human beings cry
Who are currently living with an anger eye
Thus, being poured out in ways taking place
Never before seen or experienced 'bout face
On this planet's dust base
O Lord, thus is the day in whence for
Rev·e·la·tion is transcending upon us hardcore
In other words, ''WE ARE AT WAR''
« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They’ll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. »
From « Kill Bill Vol. 1 »
I
Two French girls in Paris
one aged thirteen
the other fourteen
together take wing.
The police bring them back home.
Then hand-in-hand they jump
from their seventeenth floor flat.
They leave behind a note :
« This life has nothing to offer.
What are we living for ? »
An Austrian socialist philosopher-journalist in Paris
in perfect physical health
lies down beside his terminally ailing English wife
never to wake again together
after bequeathing their papers and wealth
not to the Socialist Party
but to a Catholic charity.
He leaves behind a long love letter
his very last remember-me book.
Till death does not do us part.
A Stateless poet passes through Paris
with his Spanish putative spouse
and infant boy.
Paris casts a covetous eye on the mother.
She plans the poet’s murder
and maims her son for life.
The People’s protectors pressgang her
and daily pound the poet to pulp.
Vive ! la France ! Viva ! la Francia !
II
A lone coyote trumpets over the sakura strewn snow
A moanful flute tugs at nostalgic heartstrings
Meiko Kaji comes on with her plaintive lilt :
Urami yibushi
We’ve not long to go in this void
The still frozen air gasps through swishing slices
Spurting Strüwel-Peter blood and bones
cherry blossoms on the snow-clad parapet
struck down by the lethally-chilled sheen
of the Hattori Hanzo steel
To kill there need be no will
The will to kill resides in the sill
of the vengeful white of the eye
III
Even if we can’t stand it any longer, Lady
We’d rather not leave just yet in a hurry
Would we see the likes of this world again
Ever know what’s better than this domain
Unknown to us the slow melodious dirge
Tugs at us : stay yet a while, it whispers !
Who knows who’d be there to receive us
Yes, yes, stay yet a while, little lady !
Hum a sentimental ditty
Recall even a fated memory
Revive some moments of levity :
A friend a face an outing
A little tenderness
A tiny moment of harmony
Together in this wilderness
© T. Wignesan – Paris November 14 2007 (Rev. 2012)
From: T. Wignesan
Copyright ©: T. Wignesan – Paris November 14, 2007 (Rev. 2012)
I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS---
I am with you always when your happy sad or blue;
I am with you my darlings, my child(ren) always with you;
and when your falling down;
and when you're so all alone;
I am with you yes just right here beside you;
I am your Lord I am your God and I do see all;
When your locked up in your closet;
When you see things that's not perfect logic;
I am here, I am right here;
I am the beginning not the end;
I am with you always even until the end;
I am with you always even until the end of time;
don't let the quest for the fire;
Determine the ends of your desire;
Battles and wars those rumors of wars;
Never fear, don't you fear in man whom can only kill the body...
I am here, I am right here;
I am the beginning not the end;
I am with you always even until the end;
I am with you always even until the end of time;
and when your falling down;
and when you're so all alone;
I am with you yes just right here beside you;
I am your Lord I am your God and I do see all;
When your locked up in your closet;
When you see things that's not perfect logic;
I am here, I am right here;
I am the beginning not the end;
I am with you always even until the end;
I am with you always even until the end of time;
I am the Lord your God and I'm right with you even till the end of times;
3/1/19
Written words & Arranged music
by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
See how Christmas fete on earth
Indians will walk to the mass
Enjoy curries and sweets enmass
Australians hang wreaths girthed
Here Santa gives rest to reindeer
Changes dress for less ”hot” with cheer.
Chinese light streets and stores with mirth
Santa is called “Shen Dan Lao Ren”
In shops only the grottos plain.
Yule logs burned in French hearth
With food left, the logs burn all night
In case Jesus comes in the night.
Russians fast till first star rebirths
Then break fast with Kutia eating
For good luck throw some up ceiling.
Ways and approach differ on earth
Call him Christ, Gud, Gott, dieu,dio, God
Ishwar, Allah, he’s the same lord.
See how Christmas fete on earth
Australians hang wreathes girthed
Chinese light streets and stores with mirth
Yule logs burned in French hearth
Russians fast till first star rebirths
Ways and approach differ on earth
++++++++++++++++++++++++
**This is my maiden poem in form Constanza**
28-12-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form:Constanza
Motif : Epic
Sixth Place win
Contest: Impress Me III by Giorgio V.
A lovely day is over now
As Ren Faire comes to a close
As whimsical stories are told by all
Faire goers share the keepsakes they chose
Now there is quiet in the woods
Wide-eyed children must now leave
The crackling campfires start to burn fierce
As wild tales begin to weave
Drums and lutes are heartily played
Panpipes and mandolins sound
The village comes to life with glee
New friends and lovers are found
An earthly vibe begins to rise
Troubadours can now start to croon
Kings and Queens come ever so near
The night sky shines behind a radiant moon
As time stops for these noble artists
Their magic will live on
The wings of time will bring them back again
From morning until dawn
# show me a man or woman of simple mind
people who we commonly term as slow #
point out ====>
people
of simple means<====
the poor,
the sick,
the hungry.
{direct me to someone of simple needs
a person with his ear to the ground.}
find me*
: a so called loser:
with a winning smile!
the kind you
-photograph-
then
-file-
let me find a giving person of "warm heart"
a parent who loves their child (ren)
bring them forward
~ the diseased ~
that never complain or cry'
gather
the people
too kind
to ask.
[the child]
quietly
lost inside
! round up !
the addicts,
the homeless,
the ones who accept their stock in life
that never would even think to steal or lie
(huddled)
like embryos happy to quietly die.
show me.......................families
with................adjoining hearts
one for
all and all
for one
in practice not just words.
people who give of their time to help the
.......................................................................needy
who travel to third world countries
~~~~~~make the ultimate sacrifice.
show me a person kind
a person of simple mind
i'll show you a person closer to God then you or i.
“Springs of Living Water”
By Ren R. Royal
Springs of Living Water,
Quench our every thirst,
Filling the heart’s empty chambers,
While God’s grace is being dispersed.
Springs of Living Water extinguish,
The fiery flame of sin and death,
Through Christ’s death and resurrection,
Salvation’s ever-living breath.
May Springs of Living Water bind,
And build a bridge of peace,
Where the unity of all mankind,
Breathes harmony’s sweet release.
Raindrops from Heaven sent to heal,
While realms of glory portray,
Springs of Living Water reveal,
“The Life, the Truth, and the Way.”
Waters streaming from Heaven,
To the earth and land below,
To every dry and empty valley,
God’s goodness and mercy overflow.
Sprinkling drops of Grace permeate,
Christ’s breath into the soul,
Revived, the breath of salvation,
Breathes new life that makes us whole.
To all who seek, may they find,
May the grace of God reveal,
The door that stands wide open,
To God’s Heavenly feast and meal.
To the Springs of Living Water,
Where every tear shall be wiped away,
The treasures of God’s Kingdom revealed,
By the hand of God portray.
To all the dried-up hearts and souls.
The Waters of Grace shall pour,
Filling each and every cup,
With Springs of Living Water forevermore!
John 7.38:and let the one who believes in me drink. As the scripture has said, ‘Out of the
believer’s heart shall flow rivers of living water.’”
Revelation 7:17 For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; he will lead
them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."
“Transformed by The Cross”
By Ren R. Royal
As I look up to the cross, what do I see?
Do I see just a cross, or Christ who died for me?
The true meaning of the cross is not just something during lent,
The meaning is a way of life, not just mere intent.
As I look up to the cross, I see a love beyond splendor,
A debt far beyond all my heart could render,
Priceless beyond worth, Immeasurable beyond words,
As God’s grace spreads wide open as salvation unfurls.
As I look up the cross, my heart is not only changed,
The interior design of my heart is also rearranged,
My heart is transformed to a whole new beginning,
To a love that lasts forever, a love that knows no ending.
As I look up to the cross, I see not doom or gloom,
I see in people everywhere God’s love in full bloom,
The cross is not a time in which our souls should grieve,
But in our lifelong testimony, live out what we believe.
As I look up to the cross, transformed by God’s grace,
I see a love beyond all love, I see God’s glorious face,
As I look up to the cross, transformed by God’s mercy,
I see a love beyond all time, the greatest love in history.
Got Any Ideas For A Poem?
Ha! That catch phrase
(kid ding lee writ)
hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
no...not by me
boat some tee else of course)
mine min (yute) yen
for light banter i.e. badinage,
(this horny toad juiced ribbing...
frog git about it), yea,
I know that punning
while keying (NOT SAFE),
sometimes dill lutes
ma serious pickling attempt ren
doors an unsuspecting reader
(bajillion times out of zero) pen
ultimately probably discourages,
an increased virtual fanbase,
rectified by the following asinine
non-sequitur (a come men
dib bull double
entendre) totally tubularly
barbed with Freudian
slip age, that ken
figuratively grab immediate
interest of hen
pecked recipients (with pock marks
to prove such assertion)
might strongly concur even
without being aware how
psychoanalysis willy thrust
significance of phallus
in everyday affairs,
particularly how peppy
(even after applying
WD-40) can rust
and/or atrophy as if cell bait,
hence thee dick cree,
that intercourse a must
(as told by this husband
in a sexless marriage
as a result, I might
join a convent) as a lust
result, either that or
go set me a
watch woman as mistress
tubby integrated within
my private life
even if one
needs tubby bussed
from the outer limits of the
sterling twilight
zona pellucida ideally,
where love of c**t tree and
priapism maketh sea men go bust!