Best Song Women Poems
This here brois the Slow Man's Rap.
This slow man knows where it's at.
I'm never condescending. I'm always offending.
But being what I am is a job that's never ending.
I got my ways. I got my days, when people of
different shades look at me in strange ways.
I don't care. I have no fear.
Didn't cause no one's troubles.
I got my own. I just do my thing.
Then I go home.
So don't blame me, if you don't feel free, and
why don't you just let me....go to sleep.
This here slow man treats life like toy.
Don't believe in sorrow. I believe in joy.
Don't believe in fighting. I believe in rhyming.
And making the best of my too short timing.
Cause my bomb will blow, when my fuse burns low,
and life's got to move. Not fast, but slow.
Feeling fine, feeling free, feeling fun...
under the sun.
I've paid my dues and and sang my blues.
Now it's time to put on my walking shoes.
The thing is here, the thing is back.
The thing is coming at you with the master rap.
I got women on the left.
I got women on the right
I got work in the middle.
And this is my wife.
I'm one slow Joe, but a lot is what I know.
And I can't speak jive but, I know I'm alive.
I'm up and down, and all around.
Don't act like a clown, cause I rock this town.
I'm flying like a bird.
I am the word.
Now that I've bored you with my name.
And my stupid little game.
It's time that everyone go insane.
So, have a good time. On the party line.
Where the fun is so fine.
And laid on the line.
Enough with the rapping.
Let's see some hands start clapping.
Some feet start stamping, and
lot's of dancing.
Or whatever
Or whatever
Or whatever
Y'all
Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit it
Get with it.
Get with it.
Women so fine.
A bottle of wine.
A real good time.
I ran out of lines.
Moving my feet, to the master beat.
Looking nice and looking neat.
Move your feet
Move your feet.
Move, move those feet.
Hit it.
One last time.
One last time.
One last time.
Nevermind
Nevermind.
Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang
The chick's riding me, she started to pant
She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant
She's eating that wood, like she's a termite
Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite
I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert
She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt
Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty
Started at three, it's going on four-thirty
Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man
She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland
I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour
Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower
She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean
Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion
Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay
Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine
Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
Urban Sonnet
Is it so hard to say the things you feel?
Why seal up thoughts in words that beg for truth?
I braced myself to read a languid spiel
and first assayed to read it as a youth.
When that was done, I scoured it like a sleuth
and found these parts, considered most uncouth.
I read: her odd mouth makes his heart so wise.
The line about her ghostly smile is weird;
and note the one regarding her strange eyes.
His conversation tells just what is feared...
he sees her beauty, something to be smeared.
E. wrote love sonnets not to be revered.
Before its birth, this liaison is done;
a Halloweenish picture, poet notes.
If he had read King Solomon for fun,
then Cumming's Song of Songs might well use quotes
from the wise king, "your hair, a flock of goats."
"your teeth, like sheep, newly shorn of their coats."
Presenting notions from which women part,
such "unreality" would break my heart.
April 24, 2019
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest by Emile Pinet
my urban sonnet (above) reveals my first reaction to this sonnet (below)
Unrealities. III by E.E. Cummings
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always) and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
--turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
to the men in lab coats with horns like unto goats,
an open confession of a minor isotope:
I -- so -- Hope that a day shall dawn
when men no longer long
for the things that do not belong
and are, oh so wrong
for mine and your and his and her song.
Have you heard the song we sing?
Like a toad's song on a summer night,
or wedding bells that ring,
for the virgin in white,
pure as the driven snow?
No?
Know what?
The toad hoards the dream to sing
with a voice not broken
and a chorus not of croaking
but alas! he keeps choking
on the flies of his own lies
as SHE (the queen mother) belies,
bequeathed yet bespoken
to a king, comely, and oft misspoken.
I (not one to spread misgivings
and false learnings), I give you, Miss, a token.
A token of a key in a minor chord
for the song worth singing
from Hell's lowest floorboard
to Heaven's own pearly door.
Take it and run, never to show a soul
but place it safely in the hole
in your face and swallow it whole.
In your belly it will thrive
-- half dead but all alive --
until the time is right and the beat is clear.
Then you will belt your song
for the Universe to hear.
Sing it strong and carry the notes so long.
Doubt it not, for you cannot be wrong.
Know ye now
that from whence the world was frozen --
that you, my dear, were already pre-chosen
and the path for you was already paved
that through this song of mine
and yours
and his
and hers,
thou woman, through your song
mankind shall be saved.
(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you
(Verse 1): Remember when you said you would call last night
and you didn’t (I need an apology from you)
Remember when you lied like that other chick was just a friend
and she wasn’t
So you cheated on me (yeah, I need an apology from you)
Even though deep inside you knew I was your everything
Why come every time when we about to leave
you say baby please don’t go because I love you
Yet and still you show no actions
When you were cheating and step out on us
so you could try to hide it (Men, we need an apology from you)
(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you
(Verse 2): Remember the times you called us out our names
but did you know when you do that
you might as well dis-respect your momma too
All you fellas who out here making the babies but can’t be man
and help raise what you create (yeah, we need an apology from you)
Also, while you in and out acting like a child instead of being man
and realizing that materialistic things isn’t everything
(Chorus): Men, women need an apology from you
for playing with our emotions and when you know
you don’t mean us no good you want to stick around
to see if you can get in the pants
Men, women need an apology from you
Take a walk along the side of the tracks
And you’ll be getting all that you’ve been driving at
With your, snake like grip
And ruthless eyes that despise
There ain’t no compromise
You’re slithering
Just like an animal
It gets me worked up
Hard with just a little pull
So let’s skip the bull
And cut right back
To the fact
Pre-Chorus
You been teasin me without a please
Hugging me without a squeeze
Pushing over boundaries
Just one time too much
Verse 2
Ya know ya asked me once
If I could be your apple
I said “teacher please”
But you said “See me after”
But I’ve got work to do
And a mouth to feed
Know what I mean?
Pre-chorus
Chorus
And she said “Take a bite!”
You know it’s all in the rhythm
Take a bite
Just thrust with your hips now!
Take a bite
Don’t squeal like a pig
Ya know it’s all so good, cause it feels so right
Take a bite!
Ya know it’s all in the wrist now
Take a bite!
You know it’s all in the kiss now
Take a bite!
Don’t squeal like a pig
Ya know it’s all so good, cause it ain’t so right
Baby don't walk away
It's true that the beginning is better than the end
Please hold that smile somewhere in your heart
I will give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind
And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight
Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
Somethings you shouldn't have to do alone
Like sleeping, waking and eating
Some people got way too much on their plate
I would give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind
And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight
Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
You'll never be alone, no
So sugar come on show us those soles
You've been wearing out when you collect the toll
Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
The whole of what you got, the whole of what you got
THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN
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THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN WRAPPED UP IN THE ARMS OF A SONG FOR
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SHE KNOWS THE MUSIC WONT HURT HER LIKE THE MAN THAT'S DONE
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HER WRONG THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN WILL LET THE MUSIC LIGHT HER
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WAY WITH SONGS OF PEACE AND HAPPINESS TO FORGET THE TEARS OF
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YESTERDAY FORGET THE TEARS OF YESTERDAY
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THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN HER SKINS AS SOFT AS THE SKY HER EYES
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THEY SHINE LIKE DIAMONDS THAT SOOTHE LIKE A LULABY HER
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TEARS ARE SWEET AS HONEY FROM BLOSSOMS DEVINE HER SMILE WILL
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WARM YOU LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE
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THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN SINGS A SOFT MELODY THE GUITAR LOVING
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WOMEN DREAMS OF LOVE AND DESTINY DREAMS OF LOVE AND DESTINY
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THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN DREAMS OF LOVE SHE DOESN'T KNOW BUT
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SHE HEARS ALL ABOUT IT WHEN SHE TALKS TO A RAINBOW SHE HEARS
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THAT LOVE WILL FIND YOU WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT AND THAT YOULL
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STEP OUT OF THE DARKNESS AND INTO LOVES LIGHT INTO LOVES LIGHT
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THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN
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THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN SINGS A SOFT MELODY THE GUITAR LOVING
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THE GUITAR LOVING WOMEN
©copyrighted by
Penny Lapsley, John Beedle, jerry spalding
GREED VS. NEED
i ain't eager to get even
since settling scores ain't my stick
it's just that to you money means being mean
and i think that's pretty damned sick
share the wealth don't mean nothing to you
not with a twenty in your pocket book by prada
take that twenty and keep it all to your self
and sing a song of yada yada yada
money to you means a cage or a corral
and i suppose only women who keep men in cages believe they rule
well keep singing that song of greed plus selfishness sung
but honey, money won't turn this man into your phool
will you still have that song to sing when they take all your valuables away?
because ill-gotten gains usually never amount to much
so keep up the melody and get a choir to sing harmony
because one day you may find that money will only be used to buy you a crutch
i ain't out to even no score with you
take your green goddess and fold it into two
place it back into Prada's produce
because one day you'll find out what happens to greedy women like you
(c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
I've worked hard to have my franchise
I am surrounded by bleach blondes with green eyes
I was no homecoming king, I received no coronation
Please take a stab at my certification
I don't study the existence of life
I am a working man, no time for a wife
My certification is not a Biologist
No study of the mind, I am not a Psychologist
I've gone to the school of hard knocks
My business covers many city blocks
Every night is a celebration
I have yet to tell you my certification
I don't like Dinosaurs, I am not a Paeleontologist
I can't put anyone in a trance, I am no Hypnotist
My education is from up and down the streets
I am not on doughnut patrol, I don't walk a beat
I am definitely not into Claymation
Are you still in suspense about my certification?
I am no womanizer looking for a tryst
You can scratch an actor off your list
I am no Polar Bear coming out of hibernation
Soon I will reveal my certification
I am not into sports, I am no Analyst
My work is tax free, I don't have to deal with the I.R.S
I have no fruit baskets on a sofa, I am not a Psychiatrist
I will now tell you, I am a Pimpologist
Now that you know, keep in mind how much dough I make
No cheap wine, no pot pies, just champagne, shrimp and steak
Constant growth, all women are welcome to become part of an industry leader
Most of my women come from men who are wife beaters
I hook my women up with my patented 201k plan
I am the CEO, I am the man
5-2-9 can give you my specifications
5-2-9 helped me achieve my certification
I notice more drinks are being sold warm these days
If I took a sip of one, I would puke, so keep them away
I don't want alcohol, just a soothing drink
Nothing exotic, with onion or garlic, that would make my breath stink
I really don't care who serves it, a host or hostess, mellow or bold
One request, please, just keep my soda cold
Women or men, young or old, I have all kinds of fans
What are you into, I got it all here at your demand
Groupies, singles, the marrying type
Internet, cable, the concerts, it's all part of the hype
I have women that want to have my child, so I'm told
I don't want anything, but my soda cold
Everyone has a vice that drives them on
I just to drink my cold soda from dusk til dawn
All the hopefuls can just step aside
I don't dream of women or the perfect life
With my money, people can be bought or sold
I ask nothing from you as long as you keep my soda cold
Women can showboat with all their might
Ladies, don't even ask me if you can spend the night
The right woman will really have to break the mold
I am very demanding from people, especially when it comes to keeping my soda
cold
It's time to throw a tantrum for not getting my way
So I walk out, this ruins my agent's day
Stop picking your nose, you will not find any gold
Everyone must know, I just want my soda cold
"I went out last night with a crowd of my friends,
It must've been women, 'cause I don't like no men.
Wear my clothes just like a fan,
Talk to the gals just like any old man."
-Ma Rainey, Prove It To Me Blues
You think I'm gonna love you
You think I'm gonna bring you joy
You think I'm gonna love you
You think I'm gonna bring you joy
But with so many women here
What would I want with a boy?
I got up Sunday morning
I walked down to the sea
I went out Sunday morning
Just to see what I could see
I saw some strapping young men
But I found nothing there for me.
Went down to the train yard
To see what I could find
They showed me some muscle
And asked me to be kind
I said I might be lonely
But I'm not out of my mind.
You think I'm gonna love you
You think I'm gonna bring you joy
You think I maybe want to
Play around with your toy
But with some many women here
What would I want with a boy?
A young man, barely twenty-one,
On the town in search of fun.
The wrong side of the railroad track
And somehow never made it back.
A pickup truck, a black guitar…
I thought that they would take me far.
But music with no solid plan
Meant nothing when I met Suzanne.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
Another seedy barroom stage.
Drinks and tips, our only wage.
But we had such sweet harmonies,
Ecstasies and agonies.
So, coast to coast, that highway song.
I thought we were where we belong.
But life moves like an old cliché
And Becky stole my heart away.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
Our dreams will always let us down…
We were camped just out of town.
Me and Becky on the street
I sang my songs, she tapped her feet.
The liquor store was dark that night.
Truly locked up good and tight.
Breaking in was kind of fun
But then we had to cut and run.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
The next week Becky said goodbye.
So I gave Annie Sue a try.
She stayed with me until the Spring
But couldn’t live without a ring.
A one man show once again.
Just me alone until the end.
A bottle of my favorite brew
I guess will somehow get me through.
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
An old man now, so many years
Same old dreams, the same old fears.
Still on the wrong side of the track
Too late now, no going back…
Used to think that I was strong.
Those days are forever gone.
Want to know what led me wrong?
Blame the whiskey, women, and song.
"Let me in. I want to come in again.
I thought you were my friend."
-Yvonne Baker
Oh no, my key, it seems to be broken
It don't fit and I can't git this open
Won't you open up the door and let me in?
Imagine my surprise when I looked in your eyes
And there wa'n't no one there
I'm again on my knees, begging you pretty please,
Don't put on such airs.
Just open up the door and let me in
My key must be broken.
I know we had a fight upon that violent night
And I was gone in a huff
But out here on my own, began to miss my home
Good lord I've had it rough
So open up the door and let me in.
My key don't work no mo'.
Won't you open up the door and let me in?
Open up! I want in!
My key don't work no mo'.