Best Restrooms Poems
We are people of color
prideful
beautiful of color
but we are viewed as athletes
rappers and
singers
eventhough we have one of us
in the white house we are still
viewed as such
we were once kings and queens
but was stolen from our land
and our land was robbed of everything
we were oppressed and forced into a way of life
that we didn't want
our women was raped and viewed as
sexual objects instead of people
our men was labors and when they
could no longer perform they were tossed
aside left to fend for themselves and when
we finally had our freedom our problems
continued we viewed as second-rate inferior
to the other race, we weren't
given any opportunities and when it came
to school it was horrible
just another thing we had to endure
like segregation we couldn't use the
same restrooms or sit next to them but
the sad thing about it was that it was viewed as constitutional
"Separate but Equal" was what they were calling it
but when the nation was under attack who did
they turn too they turned too us for help
but we were still treated unfair but there were some
bright moments for us during that era
Jack Robinson opened the door for us to play sports
Dr. Martin Luther King
Malcolm X
Rosa Parks
fought for our equality along with others that are not
mentioned in this poem that's why I
am grateful for all of the opportunities that I have today
I am grateful to go to school and
sit anywhere I want to
I am grateful for all the people of color who gave it there all
and sacrificed everything they had so that we could
have this chance to do what they could not do
I love my people of color
my prideful
beautiful of color and
just to let you know
I'm not a racist just someone
giving you the history of our people
the people of color
Oh, the memories of school days from the past,
Those high school days I will never forget;
Happy to recall those gym dances, oh what a blast !
All of us girls loved those dances with no regrets,
Crowding into the restrooms to fix hair and makeup;
Those high school days- I will never forget !
Oh, for days, new dance steps we would dream up,
Then the day arrives and girls and boys fill the gym;
Crowding- in the restrooms fixing hair and makeup !
Boys on one side, girls on the other, then I saw HIM,
Madonna was doing the Vogue and we did not move;
Then the day arrives- and girls and boys fill the gym !
I was ready to show off my attire and my groove,
Then, it happened, Jennifer was singing, Lets Get Loud,
Madonna was doing the Vogue- and we did not move !
Then, I was Livin La Vida Loca, I was on a cloud,
Oh, the memories of school days- from the past;
Then it happened Jennifer was singing, Lets Get Loud,
Happy to recall those gyms dances, oh what a blast !
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February 4, 2016
Poetry/Terzanelle/Livin La Vida Loca
Copyright Protected, ID 16-752-332-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Lets Hear It,
sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
My Most Embarrassing Moment?
Twice I’ve entered freeways
On the ramps meant just for exits.
Lordy! How embarrassing is that?
Except nobody knew me
And with little difficulty
I remedied those situations fast!
Twice or thrice I walked into
Restrooms meant for men.
But no one saw me, or, once again,
Nobody knew me.
I got off lucky.
But there was one time
I did it at a pool.
Without my contacts in,
I might as well have just been blind.
I think the guy I walked in on was naked then.
But he did not know me (Saved again!)
Another time, at age fourteen,
I hopped around the yard, a silly teen
Sitting on a big fat ball -
Called Hippity Hop. I took a fall
In front of my new boyfriend.
I split my pants; he didn’t even tell me,
But once I learned what I had done,
That ended our romance!
I ‘m sure I pulled more stunts than that
Through all my years of school.
But being such an airhead
I simply have to say,
My most embarrassing moment -
Whatever it may be -
I don’t recall it anyway!
Reminiscent of the America I Knew
Seventy years have come and gone as though
it was a watch in the night,
and if we would choose to turn back the clock
we can’t even if we tried with all of our might.
I was born right after WWII ended
in a time of buildup in our now and forever changed land,
but it was a short lived peace with hope and dreams that
would soon be dashed as we entered another war because of aggression in Korea’s land.
I remember I was a small girl as I read on daddy’s newspaper the big headlines
stating the Korean War has ended it was posted on the front page,
though I didn’t realize all of the implications behind that statement
I must have known that my daddy in this war at least would not be engaged.
There were soft summer nights of neighborhood fun as we kids
would play night games till about 10 p.m.,
we would run home and get washed up and into our beds
and then after being rested up and we would start it all over again.
It was a time when radio and television were fun and all would be listening and watching Father’s Knows Best and Let it to Beaver because they were sweet and clean,
and not having to worry about language that was not suitable and sex outside
of marriage and trying to keep it all safe for your children in decency.
The children did a lot of fun things then, climbing trees, hopscotch, Red Rover
and marbles just to name a few,
the boys playing cowboys and Indians, baseball, basketball
and bb guns providing they didn’t aim them at you.
In those gentler times, women and girls were safe
within their own public or private restrooms,
because the men and boys for the most part knew their limits
and respected them as part of their early manhood grooming.
Families in those days had a father and a mother who instilled decency
into the hearts of their child,
and only a few in my classes at school back then
had ever chosen to run wild.
So what am I trying to say in this poem
that I feel needs to so badly to be said,
America, America how far you have strayed and fallen and the light
you once had has gone out and now simply put, it appears to be dead.
Written by:
Marilyn S. Jennings
May 2, 2016
The only good politician
is a dead one.
They are the root of rebellion
with their fabricating forked tongues;
This should not imply they be killed
Hell no! Karma will tend to that.
As a rule they’re old and grizzled
men -self servers that have grown fat
at the expense of the people;
Parasites pandering their base
rarely the country’s as a whole
beginning at the polling place.
Their souls sworn in smelly restrooms
their shiftiness baptized in piss.
Both [left and right] are lowdown goons
And when they’re gone they’re never missed.
the good old days
blacks lining up for restrooms
always in back
buses, trains, movie houses--all
but please spend your money here
Juneteenth
June...back in nineteen-fifty eight, just sixty years ago,
Unknown to me, nine hundred miles away in the mid-South,
Never did I think of anything that would foreshadow...
Equal rights for me...denied to people of black color.
The waiting rooms and restrooms, solely marked as black or white:
Extremes prevailed with front and back seats taken on a bus;
Enjoying drinks from water fountains...marked, which one was right.
Nothing at home prepared me for those bigotries and 'hates'
That shocked me then, just newly married, moving with my spouse.
How could this be...in this, our land of free...United States?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Juneteenth
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 07/15/2018
Juneteenth, also known as Juneteenth Independence Day or Freedom Day, is an American holiday that commemorates the June 19, 1865, announcement of the abolition of slavery in the U.S. state of Texas, and more generally the emancipation of enslaved African-Americans throughout the former Confederacy of the southern United States. Ref. Wikipedia
Potty Parity
I sadly think when I have to go badly
that perhaps it’s petty, but were I a man
then I would already be in the can!
When Freud enjoyed his heavy levy
that women have toyed with “***** envy”,
maybe he meant these frequent lines we resent!
If annoyed women employed their un-“suppressed” quest
against the rarity of “potty parity”,
we could befuddle Freud in his zest to muddle
through women’s very best “protest puddle”!
- E. V. Wyler -
Stopped for lunch on our way home from Philly.
All visited restrooms and didn’t dilly.
After consuming our lunch,
in preparation for a long drive,
He, again, dashed to the restroom getting ready to ride.
Emerging from the toilet stall door,
there was his wife in the middle of the floor.
“Aren’t you in the wrong place”, he quizzed,
knowing, of course, she was wrong---again!
“No, I am not,” was her soft reply.
“But how about you, Honey Pie?”
His eyes bulged in disbelief,
no urinals on the walls, no, no, it can’t be!
In the ladies restroom, no, not he!
Suddenly feeling so deathly weak,
Face on fire, he could hardly speak,
“Is, is.. is... there anyone else in this place?”
“I don’t think so”, she replied,
laughing so hard she nearly cried,
“but I don’t know which is redder, your jacket or your face!”
Out the door he bolted in a shameful haste,
“Help me make it without being detected”,
fervently he prayed!!!
Exiting the ladies’ room door---
forget that handwashing chore,
already wet from drenching in cold sweat--
he ran straight into his son’s grimacing face,
who was about to enter the men’s place,
on the opposite side of the foyer.
Wouldn’t you know, the first thing he crooned,
“Dad, what are you doing coming out of the ladies’ restroom?”
His explanation was somewhat short
as this was just no time to cavort.
Out the restaurant door he flew
for fresh air, mopping his brow in a grateful wheeew!
Won Honorable Mention in
Paula Swanson's Contest
"New Contest--The Light Is On, But Nobody Is Home"
June 13, 2010
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Freedom
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2013
I grew up
in the
south,
where
spanish
moss
hanged
heavy
from
oak tree's -
Where
hound dogs
roamed
dirt roads
tracking
down
a race
of people,....
Black people,
America
said
were free -
We were
not free -
America,
was
"Segregated
America,"
Whites
on one side
and
Blacks
on the other -
Signs
posted
told us
where
we could
sit
and eat -
And
"For Colored
Only"
signs
pointed,
to
restrooms
that we
could use -
Water
fountains
were
prohibited,
except
the ones
outside
in the park -
I grew up
in these
times,
where folks
with black
skin,
were called
"colored,"
and
a few other
words
that lowered
our self
esteem -
A time
when we
were lynched,
and
hanged
from
southern
trees -
A time when
brutal
and
ruthless
killings
of
many black
family's
became
routine,
and
the perpetrator's
were never
brought
to trial -
America
said
we were
free -
We were
not free -
I grew up
in these
times -
When
a black
man
couldn't
look
at a
white
woman -
They
called it
wreck-less
eye balling,
which carried
a sentence
of death -
I've seen
the vicious
dogs
attack us
in the
street
on
command
from
police -
We had to
fight
for our
civil rights,
through
protest;
boycotts,
And
when we
gathered
to march
the police
beat us down
in the streets -
I grew up
in these
times -
When
they
assassinated
Civil Rights
Activist
Medgar Evers,
in 63 -
A few
months
later
they bombed
the 16th Street
Baptist Church,
in Birmingham,
killing
four little
black girls
as they
sang
and
prayed
in a place
of peace -
I grew up
in these
times -
I watched
on T.V.
Dr. King
deliver his
historic
"I Have A Dream"
speech -
He had hoped
that someday
all men
regardless
of ethnicity
could live
together
in
harmony -
Sadly,
he was
assassinated
in
68.
I've seen
the million
man march
on
Washington
D.C.
to promote
unity -
I grew up
in these
times -
America
said
we were
free -
We were
not free -
I once traveled around the U. S. on a Greyhound bus,
My wife thought I was crazy, but she made little fuss,
It was, by far, the most awesome adventure I ever took
Three changes of clothes, lots of grit, and a puzzle book,
In Atlanta, my small suitcase was temporarily lost
I forced myself into the luggage corral, despite the cost,
I luckily found it before we left for Memphis, and then
Decided I’d never ever check my luggage on the trip again.
A friend met me in Memphis, and I spent the night,
After two days solid on the bus, I suppose I was a sight,
A hot shower and change of clothes, boy, was I set
For the long trip to Phoenix, again, where I was met
By friends I hadn’t seen since my St. Louis days,
I spent the night with them, then went on my way,
Arriving in San Diego, California a day or two later,
I caught a Greyhound going up the west coast, terrific
The most beautiful iconic route along the coastal Pacific.
I stopped off in Oakland to get a night of rest, and
Having no more friends along the way, the land
Up to Spokane was more of the same, but I digress,
For after Oakland I had no good places to undress.
Starting across the northern part of the country
I knew I was beginning to smell a little bit funky.
No one cared to sit beside me, I had plenty of room
I did my best in the stations’ restrooms to groom.
Across Montana, Idaho, and through Dakota, I go
A layover in Minneapolis, then on to Chicago,
Where the time on my ticket summarily expired.
When I approached the desk, they wanted to know
If I was the guy traveling around the country, so,
I told them, yes, and they said go on home “on us,”
So, I headed home to Virginia on the Greyhound bus.
Chicago to Indianapolis to Knoxville, I did my best
When my wife picked me up, I’d finally get some rest.
She had me sit as far away as I could get in the car,
Because I smelled like sardines left in an open jar!
The experiences I had I won’t forget as long as I live
I wouldn’t trade the adventure for anything you’d give
The stories I have to tell are far too many to share,
I’ll just say travel the U.S.A.; if you can, if you dare.
Written December 10, 2022
Political Quirks
Political Quirks
why must we vote for
Political Jerks,
They say what you want
just for your vote,
can't we throw the lot of them
into a mote,
Political Quirks
Political Quirks
watch them on T.V.
with their political smirks,
Read my lips,or
let's be perfectly clear
some of their ideals
are perfectly *****,
Political Quirks
Political Quirks
don't use public restrooms
where a politico lurks
Happy Birthday Elvis
on the date of his death
they tell Political lies
with every draw of their breath
political Quirks
Political Quirks
the state of our Union
by Political Quirks!
The Restaurant Health Inspection
By Elton Camp
For the manager of the Greasy Spoon
The health inspector came too soon
The employees heard him say, “Eek!”
Then, “You aren’t due until next week!”
The inspector, with a wry grin
Proceeded to walk right on in
The manager turned pale in his face
Knowing his cafe was a disgrace
Mice were scurrying everywhere
With their dropping here and there
The dishwasher water wasn’t hot
And the cabbage was about to rot
The refrigerator read sixty degrees
Filthy floors were worse than these
Roaches were nibbling food on a plate
The milk was past its expiration date
The restrooms didn’t have any soap
As for hot water, that’s also a nope
“It’s too bad for you that I came around
For this place is officially shut down!”
“Tell your customers now to leave
And that no bill will they receive”
They poison the sheep,
Believing wolves can’t die.
Death is indiscriminate!
They can’t see it,
Their new genesis,
Feeding on the withered bodies
Of bleating sheep,
Engendered in the putrid froth,
Dripping from the wolf’s jowls.
Their eyes are dilated egos,
Glazed-over with impotent apathy,
Empty as a cloudless sky,
One obscure horizon,
Melting like dirty ice,
Into the other.
Disregarded behind tinted glass!
Slightly afraid — eventually,
They applaud a common stratagem,
A method to poison the poisoned,
Secretly wondering,
If gods can really die.
There is a rumor of frailty!
Someone coughs.
A bead of yellow sweat signs a contract!
They make nervous excuses.
Rush in undisclosed unison,
Holding their breath
Behind monogrammed handkerchiefs,
To wash trembling hands,
In private restrooms,
But the sinks
Are full of blood.
The last wolf howls
Ignoring the moon.
R olling down the freeway, for hours and hours on end
O n our much anticipated family vacation,
A ll us kids were joking, yakking, singing songs and snacking,
D azzled by scenic routes and filled with youthful elation.
T old by Dad to quiet down, we simply couldn’t do it.
R eally, what did he expect eight rowdy kids to do?
I nside that station wagon we were squeezed in like sardines.
P aradise at last arrived: to the restrooms we all flew!