Best Served Poems
Your cup is filled with
anger. Always a bitter
brew to be swallowed
Revenge will be your
soup de jour. It is a soup
that is best served cold
Disappointment sits
congealing on your dinner
plate. It rots the gut
Condemnation sits
aside the rest. Quick
to jump on the plate
Deceit rounds out the
meal. Bits of meanness too tough
to talk your way through
Bigotry is a
bread that when left to rise will
overrun the pan
Jealousy is your
just desserts. A green sour
grape confection bit
Sub bread that is made from scratch.
Spread with mustard sauce.
Cheese and turkey next in line.
Lettuce crisp sub-lime.
Onions a delight.
Tomatoes
Lunch!
Note not sent To My Dad on Veteran’s Day:
A letter you wrote , I found
in Old Uncle Laurie’s house.
You were young, Seventeen
You wrote of things to come
War
And fear
And your new car.
Nam ate your soul
Mangled
You
Stupid war, Johnson’s shout at glory.
Our beautiful hero died too young
The damn war never would’ve come
If Their machine hadn’t killed him.
You
heeded
Johnson’s summon
Answered their call
Over the
Sea
Voodoos and Jesus nuts
Medic up, man down
Punjis and pissed pants
Wet and rotting stench
You came home. But did you come back?
Look, Spoken & Served
I myself with Oneness, sorting through this mess and disaster,
With truthfulness, bringing faster, craftier, eternal factors,
Smells like hell departing with ignorant laughter,
Through the storms of days after,
Into the good news, from the one who knew darkness to outlast ya,
With a staunch persona, don’t compare,
To any man’s power, its conscious power shared,
The brains awake, causing good and evil to circulate,
Like internal relations, neglect their sight in this earthquake,
Swords of wisdom to the hater, in another verse,
Seeking wise knowledge through this hell for what it’s worth,
Look, spoken and served,
Clutch another word fighter putting steps to the word,
These are the seeds, Skater styled proverbs,
The unrighteous pay a ransom to get what they deserve,
Bang on about a lord, confined to a cell,
Subatomic waves sell by wearing a pleasant array real well,
The exterior can be the teacher, but distortion can spray,
Like featured deep riddles badly retreat and reach ya,
Indestructible feature, I’m the narrator you select,
In company with the Upper Deck, I don’t neglect or disrespect,
The heavens and earth combined, the ultimate divine line,
The one percenters, promotions of evil grandeur in the airtime,
Bear in mind my rhymes, the tools of my trade,
Aid my veins, insane in this game I came, this is a raid,
Played out conscious praise in the day, when dues will all be paid.
Quincy Mac
date written: 4.12.2015
Knock knock as she opens her front door
It's her beau whom now stands before
With a bouquet of flowers
All different colors
For his girl whom he loves and adores
After some chatting about this and that
What a scoff I'm gonna get fat
With a glass of white wine
I know I'll be fine
I think I've also eaten the place mat
Now recovered from our earlier meal
The music starts this songs our appeal
Well boy can she dance
Her beauties my trance
So delightful in glide genteel
It's now close to the end of our night
Knowing something is beautifully right
With a kiss on her lips
Her dress gracefully slips
Like a flash our engines ignite
Now sprawled out on her King sized bed
You can guess so much has been said
Two torsos have shared
So naked birth bared
Unification continues when wed
.
And it will be served proudly
Shore to shore, long highways roam undignified
through heartlands of wounded fields, crying
overgrown long of factories closed,
unemployment, crime,
homes foreclosed on, lives given to dust,
coughed in past dreams now dissipating
along barren horizons, where prosperity
once flourished and visions found a future waiting,
not running to hide behind another’s idea
of the perfect way
When at last, a friendly sun finds its peak
and hope is reborn, replenished hearts reach,
hands held high, not open and low,
hanging in lines, creating excuses,
taking, taking, unearned…
Promises echo and are held, common words,
Thoughts spoken, not disguised for popularity,
Strong words spoken in truth,
to matter once again, to be a man, a woman,
a child, proud with bright eyes and a destination,
regardless of color, blinded by opportunities,
wondering why hate still screams, loudly,
from near left alleys it bellows, chanting victims,
confused, ignorance is confusing
A new day comes, people will matter,
living will mean something,
difficult days lie ahead, but few…
the greatness will shine, the country will prosper,
and the forgiving will unite,
accepting those who can’t, but will
and we will be great again,
and proud to be who we are
Still some will linger in the offices of old,
faded ceiling tiles and paneled walls,
buying the lies at three times the price,
drinking the tainted kool aid,
following those who would lead them to the edge,
jumping because they are told
and blaming it on another….
Noon today means lunch, not free,
nothing is free, but it will taste so sweet,
not the bitter aftertaste we have grown use to,
something to be enjoyed,
nourishment that has been needed,
desired, waited for,
and it will be served proudly…
to everyone
Order dispatched from the commander in chief
Send in the men, the mission to be done
To conquer the enemy, long last and due
Proudly they went in, America’s sons
Ever in danger, but alert and on guard
Objective they know and eager to find
Dark in the compound, bare minimum light
Proceeded as instructed with mission defined
The battle, it started as a shot gave off light
No American casualties among the guns sound
Left standing, the sons, objective was met
Well planned execution with boots on the ground
No aerial strike this evening, for sure
As camouflaged men had evened the score
Christmas lunch is
Here at last.
Roast turkey
Is put on plates with
Sprouts and potatoes and
Then handed to the gathered
Masses who will then overeat
And make merry with
Sparkling wine and soft drinks.
Lots of
Unfinished plates
Now lie surrounded by
Cracker jokes and
Hats, phew!!!
I dont think there""s room for
Sweet but they all try.
So come the afternoon
Everyone is full and content,
Relaxing by the fire in
Very good company
Ecstatic at another Christmas
Day lunch.
There once was a girl name of Hood
who walked tall, as every girl should.
She tossed over her head
a cover of bright red
and ventured out into the wood.
She carried a black riding crop
and critters she’s stop with a pop.
But, Ole Dracula saw her
and made her his daughter
Now, the blood bank is her first stop.
Well, sweet Red, she still loved her Grandma
so, though pale she went with a camera.
But who did she find
that awfull nighttime
in the cottage, was it her Grandma???
Red Riding hood took a look see?
beneath the night cap, who was she?
Long teeth, she had four,
her hands, they were paws
So Red fed, with a “Tee hee hee hee!”
*Little Red Riding Hood spoof for "Happily Ever After?"
Puts you first in any situation
Opens the door for any occasion
Enjoyable reading all of the time
Takes the time to comment on mine
Rreal talents real contests real winners
Young old lifelong or beginners
Shows so much support and care
Opinions welcomed come and share
Understands the true meaning of poetry
Poetry soup is the place for me
FOR POETIC PICTURE
OF POETRY SOUP CONTEST
American flag
Men, women freely signup
Freedom is not free
Nov. 11, 2012
Scared out of my wits
My family now in the pits--
This veteran pissed.
A. Green
A Colossus
And on it
An emblazoned inscription
From days long gone by
A message
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Dreams
Made real
Breathe in the life
TRUE freedom brings
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Power
Of Pain
Of Happiness and Sadness
Her TRUTH
Remains
Rest upon this lady,
Who beckons to ALL
From her golden shores
For EACH of you
Her message
Her edification
Her promise
To EACH of YOU
Who once sought comfort
Within her bountiful borders
And in her majestic corridors.
Her light she brings.
To those made to run from far flung shores
How dire their need must be
To flee from home
From EVERYONE and EVERYTHING
They’ve ever known.
Only one promise she has made them
Upon your words and deeds
Upon ALL your hard works
will deliver
The promise
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Freedom
How can it be ?
So MANY
Who once sought refuge within her arms
Have forgot
THEIR OWN STORY
Of Pain,
Of desperate pleas.
Pledging, upon her
With doors widened
Her all encompassing compassion and care.
Least YOU
NEVER FORGET
YOUR PLEDGE
YOUR PROMISE
To share
THESE ENDOWMENTS unselfishly
And without discrimination
To each who struggled and sacrificed ALL
For the opportunity
TO BE FREE.
To pursue
THESE above all.
Those words
Upon her
This dream
Made real.
my everyday motto
Every morning till Midnight
I Sing a song
A song made of words
words that are joined together
together to form success
My punch lines will forever say
"No matter what i will never quit I rather rest"
Though I'm resting in a shadow made of Forever blues
I wanna be classified as The first Young black poet
from Limpopo
who ever served success
I wanna be identified as Xeezy
and not xeezy as just a name
But a story behind success
I'm Creating a beautiful story of my life
for the next generation to follow my footsteps.
For I am the Road
and God shall be the Light
Everyday and every night
To serve you took an
oath;
To lead in patriotism
And to shun nepotism.
To hold in esteem the
nation
And give back with
integrity its ration.
Like a leader being
called
To regard his people,
And tend to the cripple.
To serve with heart
and might
Like our forebears
fought for their identity.
To bring justice to the
land
And shed not your
people’s blood on its
sand.
To serve with all your
strength,
And stake your life in
defense of its unity.
Those were the
allegiance to father land
When our votes was a
pass to glory
And our voices echoed
for democracy.
Today our heroes
mourn in their graves
Honest men languish in
jail,
While criminals are
granted bail.
Smokes of corruption
rises from the chimney
of pretence.
The rain of political
looting falls from the
sky of hate and greed.
The conflagration from
the furnace of poverty-
Consumes men who are
not party to dishonesty,
Callousness brings us
buried in abyss.
Justice hides in the
wigs of our judges
Like lice on a bushy
hair-
Only to be shaved by
the blunt clippers of
deceit.
No wonder a blind
folded man holds the
scale of justice!
Far-called our soldiers
in the land of death,
Combing the bushes
and deserts in failing
health,
Back home our
politicians loot the
nation’s wealth,
Subjecting us all to
economic mess.
Now that we have been
stylishly raided,
And the national
honours adorned their
publicly funded parlours
What is left for the
masses-
Is the nausea from
rotten corpses.
Hunger stare us in the
eye,
Little children yearn to
die-
Watching their mothers
beg for crumbs to feed.
To serve is to be
served,
All their allegiance to
fatherland
Hangs on the rafter of
political sham.