Best Sadmen Poems
Pressing my peripatetic poetic spirit
I roamed the abode of technology
Where I spilled my poetic condolences, with company of tears,
To my friends in Japan
Whose brothers are forcefully accommodated,
In the large bellies of callous Tsunami and dreaded earthquakes.
How many oceans of sorry shall consume
The traumatic castle of agony erected in their souls?
Hugging my peripatetic poetic spirit,
I roamed the dried sands of Libya,
Where men are roasted by rage of military missiles
For demanding the dethrone of a pitiless demi-god
How many more heads shall be sacrificed for the crown of justice?
Handshaking my peripatetic poetic thoughts
I roamed through the petroleum abode of Middle East
I found Iraq ravaging by ecclesiastic of death
Where men are proud to die for a cause yet unknown
Poised by teaching of abstract fable theories,
They volunteer to be burnt with innocent multitude.
When will scions vampires taste the last drop of blood in Iraq?
Only the ONE behind the cloud knows!
For the contest:I roam
I do not know what I'm going to Write
I don't want to offend, I won't fight
Are YOU a Sissy when YOU Cry at a WAKE?
Do the Salted Tears say Your Masculinity's FAKE?
As you stand by the Graveside of YOUR Only True LOVE
Salt rivers rolling down YOUR cheek : Sissy, Men Don’t cry
Do the tears (as unto Samson ) take away Your strength? YOU Die?!
YOU are no longer a Rock, The pillar the Great Man YOUR Child speaks of
Even the Welling up of Tears in YOUR eyes Sissy, Men DOn’t Cry
Oh! Look at the little Baby Cry: go on. Get out of here YOUR not a Man
Can these Tears change YOUR Mind, Thoughts, Ideas : Do they make YOUR Soul ;Lie
Are the Solemn TEARS of SALVATION the Pathway to Heaven the Promise Land
Let there not be Tears of Fear, Tears of Joy, Tears of excruciating PAIN
You are a Man Do not let down Your manly defenses, Do not let YOUR Tears Rain
Sissy - Men DON’t Cry unsheathe thy sword show the World the Tear, YOU’VE Slain
I Cry for those who have never shed a Tear, Emotions buried inside with shackle and Chain
Sissy -- MEN DON’T CRY
I Respectfully Disagree
Should a Man Shed a TEAR
Silently or publicly
YOU ARE STILL A MAN
Dedicated With Honor and Respect To John Rhinem An Michael Jordan
Day in and day out, these people (the men and the women) are always being way too insecure,
especially when they thought their lovers were having multiple affairs. Men and women are
always doubting each other because they couldn't think of any positive thoughts about
something. It seems that men and/or women have doubts about getting into serious
relationships, getting married, and even spending the rest of their lives with each other.
Insecurity also means that if everyone isn't sure about what the future will look like
for them and/or having doubts about employment, affording a house, or any of that stuff.
Everybody knows that insecurity works different ways and one of them is a possible
relationship. What's so cold about men and women being insecure is that they're making
idiots out of themselves, especially when they were supposed to know that their
spouses/lovers aren't having affairs or whatever. It makes everybody so sad and mad just
thinking about it. And if all types of insecurity continue to have an effect in all of the
Americans today, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next. This has got to stop.
She was known around the town
As the girl with a troubled soul
She found her joy in men
Who left before the morn
Through pain she found her pleasure
From the men who came to call
They say her name was Grace
With a story to share for all
Misery paid a visit
Many times throughout her life
No family could she speak of
No friends were ever in sight
The mindset she would live by
To keep someone around
Ignore her soul and use
The talent she had found
She’d wonder the streets and buildings
All through the day and night
To find a little comfort
And hide her hurt and strife
Married men or single
No preference just a lay
To bring a smile to her face
Who could resist the play
They say she was amazing
The best they ever had
Things she would do to them
Would shame the soul of a man
Yet still they would come running
Heed the beckon call
A place for them at Grace’s
Good times were had by all
Nothing could ever stop her
From the life she chose to live
For laying on her back
Was her triumph over sin
Until one fateful day
When life for her would end
One man she thought she trusted
Would end the sin within
Once a beauty now a legend
Her story told through town
Amazing Grace’s legacy
Will live through love she found
How sweet the sound of her name
Would flow through many tongues
Was lost in a world of loneliness
Now found with God above
Controversies rage on
Controversies of the non-controversial
Amongst toad-eyed rumours –
But to UN
We call with pleading faces
Like some worshippers
Praying unto sleeping gods
Yes, we plead with WHO
Besides Africa’s new white houses
White-washed upon her black soil
That once hosted a proud history
Of sturdy sons
With the wrester’s strength
Among their robust women
To whose backs were strapped
Children born for the whole clan –
Where is the radiance
Of the kings & queens?
Of the pages & praise-singers?
Of guilds of men in gold & silver & bronze?
We call unto UN
Behind these Third Globe Washington BC huts
Behind these half-baked physician’s stores
Where health is titrated out of men
By some hungry medicine men
Wrongly portfolioed in our healthlines –
We call unto WHO
To save the clan from their rumours
Preserved from wrong diagnoses
O, send us the true physician
Of corn & beef
To cure those kwashiorkored bodies
Bitten by the serpent of hunger
Diagnosed by the rumour mongers
Who call it AIDS!
Ha-ha-ha! AIDS?
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