Best Roun Poems
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
’
Yah ‘sposed, tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.
Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.
Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Otha daze.
Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.
Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile,
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.
Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God,
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.
wrote 6-27-10
Categories:
roun, caregiving, childhood, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative
Silent sighs as a remorseful tear taps the ground
Babies mama be sure to do it differently if theres ever a
second go roun'
Lets start decoratin' next years tree
Plump pumpkins for the world to see
In our hearts is the December Harvest Fest
Tis the season to show all your love to the very best
Come ye friends and fam as its all the same
We'll dance and celebrate all thru the city with no name
So be it my fusselbator or lil miss giz
I simply cant miss this
And an ode to my duo of All American teen divas
All my love even if ya are Beliebas
Categories:
roun, daughterlove,
Form:
Ode
The dark crept with its black humor
Rallied at the little girls feet
Dared her to move by casting his shadow
Made of a witches broom and a boogeyman
He screamed at the trees and made the tremble
While she grabbed tighter her blanket
Said louder her prayers
That made the dark hiss and react
Moved his apparition under her bed
Then roun' to her closet
With his shady hands he triggers a sound almost like a creek
Lulled the chill bumps from her shoulders
Shut down the night-light
Making it dim and of no help
The black of night
Will laugh into the wolfs howl
Dominating the suns anticipated descend
Categories:
roun, childhood, fear, mystery, dark,
Form:
Personification
that paper— void of agape love— is like a hand without a glove
who told that blame lie?!—sweet as pie....
preacher crack open the "Good Book" and pretend words he or she took— NOT!!!
who told that blame lie?!...
what God has put together let no man put asunder—what a lying blunder—God had nothing to do with it
who told that blame lie?!...
knocked up—lust—big bank account—good cook—
good catch
agape' love no where in the batch
who told that blame lie?!...
that paper— stronger than steel shackles...
that paper— invented roun' 'bout 1503 A.D.— would hold hostage you and me
who told that blame lie?!...
but know the truth— and the truth will set you free—free from the lie that binds
agape' love— is the only love that is one of a kind...
hard to find—but—when you do—you know it —when you know it
and that— ain't no blame lie....
Inspired by the movie; "Things Never Said"
Categories:
roun, freedom, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
A Procrastinators Day
by Robert (Bob) Moore
So now it takes me twice as long, to do half of what I did
the joints will creak, and muscles ache, not kidding you our kid
when I get up in’t morning, and see what must be done
gotta tell you here and now, I wish I could still run
A bit of this, a bit of that, the washing to hang out
my backs already aching, and so far I’ve done nowt
maybe first a cuppa tea, and a bit of jam on toast
hanging out should not take long, ‘arf an ‘our at most
Now it’s gone ten thirty, what else has to be done
soon be time for a cuppa tea, and a bit of Chelsea Bun
then maybe read the paper, that will take an‘ our or two
then maybe after dinner, I’ll decide what’s next to do
It’s now about one-thirty, and dinners almost done
just got to give the plate a scrub, have a bit more of that bun
maybe just a cuppa, to help the bun go down
and then I’ll get that washin’ in, the clouds are hangin’ roun’
Almost three-o-clock now, Coronation Street is on
I might just sit and watch it, don’t know where the day has gone
and now it’s nearly five-o-clock, better think about my tea
for tomorrow is another day, another busy one for me
Categories:
roun, funny, motivation, work,
Form:
Rhyme
THE BIRD
all dat jazz
no one but cool
unerstan
an cool be playin
playin it fast
rest on us jis sit lisen
bird don wave roun
eyes don even move
but he be burnin up tempo
he be in dat smooth place
where kids go
to dream
all dat jazz
bird be blowin
right back on his sax
we don unerstan
but love it
when he take us along
Dave Austin
Categories:
roun, music,
Form:
Free verse
A Top A Highland Hill
A top a windswept highland hill above Locheil land
Clansmen gathered roun and shook the princes haun
They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse
Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse.
A,wa tae London toon wi hopes held dear in heart
O pitting Cherlie oan a throne whaur he richtly belonged
Dreams o highland jacobites tae rule oor blessed laun
An nation free aw europes stifling haun.
As so aften happens dreams die oan a wrang move
And at Derby juist nor o London toon
It wiz decided that we would go forrat nae mair
So wi turned an heided hame wi hairts ower sair.
Goerdie boy sent his airmie chasin us
A the wey back to scotias verdant green
Up an doon , doon an up aw ower the place
Till at Drummossie moor we met them face to face.
Oor clans were weary and tired oot
But charged intae them none the less
Their guns ripped through oor ranks ripping us to shreds
We scattered , whit was left, to oor wee bit hill an glen
Cumberland , the butcher boy chased us yince again
Tae oor ancestral hames reducing them to ash
Murdered those who fought and lost and innocents alike
Even the auld yins infirm an ill still biding in their beds.
The craws they feasted well oan highland blood an guts
Plaids an kilts an a, were hidden in the straw
Oor prince he hid awa n,er tae return tae us
But were er we be wi toast him wi oor cups.
Andrew P McIntyre November 2011.
Categories:
roun, allegory, cry,
Form:
Ballad
Notta easy grasper – days back I cross ole Jasper
neath the olden ground’s crooket pine tree
and, oh, bless be, things he tole there to me!
He wanna’d me to hear all bout watz truth –
he say he’s hillbilly like you and me - says it, he do,
but, he say, da world changed cause fueds
bout hippycokecaine comin roun’ waz fuel.
Jasper members days bein’ rough n crude tough
onaccounta cokecaine bein’ ‘round, bein’ used.
Soon to long, Jasper say, powder sniffers
waz denied their share a da hillbillie clan dinner –
given nothin a’tall, not bread, nope, not any food.
Soon, seems the brood just came to be unglued.
Moonshine badmouthers called sniffers, “thinners.”
Stillers was fierce sure ‘thinners’ was bad news,
stillers was sure they’d get all hillbillies screwed,
so they upt their stills, said bye-bye and shooed.
They never come back, an as a matta a fact
theys the ones we waz raised up callin bibillies.
Say Jasper all got worse, never a bit unscrewed -
next hillbillies made da cokecaine addacts move.
They never come back, and as anotter matta a fact
theys the ones we waz raised up callin blowbillies.
That waz all Jasper got about sayin’ to me afore he
took to sniffin salt in his hand to then quick look up da tree,
over and over, Jasper did, it was a right peculiar thing to see.
... CayCay Jennings
May 4, 2018
Categories:
roun, funny, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
"Howard woncha say a few wurds?
Cum on Howard like over tha bird."
Says Aunt Jen visitin' fer the holeeday.
Weuns are seated tha eight of us at this here sumpchus dinner table,
Lookin' at the damndest big brown poultry ya iver seen.
Howard ma Dad is jist liftin' a forkful a meat drippin' gravy an dressin'.
Tha rest of us heseetate not knowin' what's a cumin.'
Our familee niver did give no thanks fer nuthin'.
Now dad lays down the heepin fork careful like chokes then beegins -
"Weeeellll Lord I chased ol' Mahitabel all roun' tha yard.
She knew what was a cumin' an' diseepeered inta the rushes by tha pond.
Couldn't see her nohow but put a barrel-full inta the weeds anyways
Heered this here squawk!
Looked all through tha stalks fer old Mahitabel,
Niver found her
But! Lord we do now thank ye most bounteefullee fer this here swan.
A men"
Categories:
roun, animals, family, funnydad, dad,
Form:
Free verse
Rasta ringnride
Hop up; get inside
Travel roun da town
Hear some funky sound
Me bus me pride an joy
Me music don't annoy
Me keep it in me head
Me sings it in me bed.
I travel all roun town
To ferry sick and lame
The people phone,
I pick them up
No other bus the same.
I drive me bus for Africa
When I'm in Sollihull
I drive me bus for freedom;
me bus in wondeful !
Categories:
roun, funny, life, people, me,
Form:
Narrative
History takes us back, two thousand years ago,
People walked and rode, where'er they had to go.
News would travel slow, and folks would gather roun',
To hear the latest thing, passed from town to town.
Cities had a well, where water could be drawn,
Families lived in homes, without a yard or lawn.
A common thing like trash, was something of a chore,
None had rubbish cans, to sit out by the door.
Carried to a cart, drawn outside the city wall,
Where a pit of fire, was made to burn it all.
All lived day to day, with smoke and ash about,
Protection from disease, the fire could ne'er go out.
Now there's a City built, untouched by human hand,
The folks of olden days, called it Beulah Land.
It has walls and gates, and flowing water too,
And every home afffords, a quite spectacular view.
The Builder there is wise, and never let's trash in,
The disease it causes has a name, known to Him as sin.
The news has traveled slowly, even on modern earth,
The trash of deadly sin, is spread to all at birth.
Now Gehena was the word, they called their fire pit,
The 'never ending fire', the title seemed to fit.
The Builder made a pit, of fire to burn as well,
Far away from Beulah, a place we know as Hell.
The source of sin is Satan, rebellious from the start,
He corrupts each man, from deep within the heart.
So Hell was made for Satan, to rid the world of sin,
And on the day of Judgment, he will be cast in.
The Builder sent His Son, to cure us all from sin,
Starting from the heart, He cleanses us within.
This miracle must start, while we yet draw breath,
Whether young or old, but surely before death.
Sin is from within, staining soul and spirit,
The Son can throw it out, eternal fire to sear it.
But once the body dies, with sin stain still in place,
Sin and soul entwined, the fire of Hell will face.
A morbid picture true, but not the Builder's plan,
He made in Beulah Land, a home for every man.
He loves us everyone, enough to keep us free,
Allowing everyone, to choose their destiny.
How can anyone, such a marvelous Gift receive?
The Builder's price is this, simply just believe.
Categories:
roun, faith, inspirationalhome, water, fire,
Form:
Rhyme
CITY BLUES (triple Etheree)
Hey!
Ol’ man
Weavin’ roun’
Haid be foggy
An close ta tha groun’
(six-feet undah that is)
Hey! man yo chin be runnin’
An I aint jus be a funnin’
Aint got no neck jisa ol’ washboard
Get outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Watcha yo smile!
Seen you lookin’
Dreamin’ once in a while
Lookin’ at dem young chics
Hey man you caint get nowheah
You stop ‘n stare jis fohget it!
Yo brain all ‘ROOOGA’ model T Ford
Git outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Don’ you go
Givin’ me looks
Like iz a rap-crow
I got nowheah ta go
You think how you got some pain?
I beat yo haid wid yo own cane!
Take yo choice da rivah o’ da morgue
Heah I come! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Categories:
roun, funnypeace, peace,
Form:
Etheree
“Butcher Bob” a good guy but you never can tell
Delivers my steaks at my new place by the well
Meet the gals Smith and Wesson
Here to teach y’all a good lesson
But Bob's resolve’s so strong he can send you to hell
We’re both entrepreneurs and are new in town
Meeting with Mayor Tom, that’s why the gals are ‘roun
Most kind folksy cowboys and gals
Those two earlier my new pals
I hear the Mayor’s tough on those who wear a fools crown
Categories:
roun, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Watching my love from afar
He never once noticed my happiness with him
Couldn't even call
When I feared in the late hours
Death might have phoned his soul
No reconciliation for the female adore
That I never once heard of
But I bet she wasn't me
Who is this obscure scent hanging roun' bout your collar
Hearken to me your broken-hearted truths
Categories:
roun, angst, fear, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost
Form:
Free verse
I wish, i could be there
with you baby on
beach ,
counting and makin
shapes out of those big
black clouds....
I wish, i could be there
with you baby, playing
up with your wet messy
hairs,
combing them up n
again tangling them with
my these fingers....
I wish, i could be dere
with you baby, in this
sunny mornin...
We would be enjoying n
playing every moment
just as playful
dolphins....
I wish, i could be there
with you baby.....
In this rain, i wish i
could kiss you on those
rosy cheeks...
I wish i could be dere,
to smell your sweet
aura,
to feel those wet red
lips, to hold your soft,
cozy palm...
You touched me n said,
all's well....
Oh gal, the moment was
soothing n calm...
Oh baby, if i were there,
i would put you against
the wall...
Slide my hands then
roun your waist...
pull you up a little...
Hold one of legs by that
thigh...
I would Feel your warm
breath...
Your raised pulse-beat
look into that black-
brown eyes....
letting the moment's
silence reply to my
query...
Would hav' my
answer..... n then...
I would KISSSSS you...
Kiss you till takes
myself away from me...
Kiss you till my breath,
my lips,
my life is merged with
yours...
Oh sweetheart, i just
want to kiss you...
Oh gal, i just need to
kiss you...
Oh baby, i wish if i
could just KISSSSS
you... ?
Categories:
roun, girlfriend-boyfriend, romance, kiss,
Form:
Imagism