Best Standin Poems
8MILE8MILE . . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where
I go I see them same old hoes
BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO
YEA YEA YEA
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know
rose blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA YEA YEA
She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she
blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA YEA YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ
UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP, C’MON UP
YEA YEA YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes, UH YEA UH YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
YEA YEA YEA I’M OUT
OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD
8MILE8MILE . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
OLD BOB
Tell ya bout old Bob
Long bout O-One he lost his job
Twernt much ova job I fear
Hadn’t been fer many a year
Standin out front a this here super store
Welcoming folk in kind of a real dang bore
Best thing though bout old smiling Bob
Didn’t mind goin ta work
Kinda liked his job
Standin out front through weather foul or fair
Helping even the infirm with lovin care
Ya might say that there super store was Bob’s true home
Cause after hours Bob sat and sat quite alone
Sat in this one-room pad above a whiskey dive
Listenin ta noise all night all kindsa rock and jive
And as nature will Bob got much older then ill
Standin in front a that there store weak-kneed full a
pain
One day old Bob collapsed couldn’t come back again
He lay on his back atop that whiskey dive
Nary a soul knew old Bob was alive
Ya’d think after years front a that super mart never glum
He’d a wandered round inside found him a chum
“If some help had come he’d have survived” Doc said
This a course too late when they found old Bob dead
Well these things happen in this runaway world
Everybody caught up in their own little whirl
Old Bob it seems uz jist one of the thousands come to a
sorry end
Done his best made mistakes society don’t bend
Old Bob died fer want of a friend
The Man O'War HMS Arcturus dominated the billowin' main!
Foes were fearful of closin' battle with 'er should they ever deign!
What a magnificent and imposin' sight was she with 'er riggin' full o'sail,
As she raced to and fro with Union Jack a-snappin' leavin' havoc in 'er trail!
The Master, Captain Pettigrew, ran a taut ship but was beloved by his crew.
He had led them through battle and stormy gale - they were tried and true.
Captain Pettigrew held to tradition and was generous with the cup o'rum.
His crew would follow him anywhere, though at times spent and numb!
Durin' the din of battle when lethal shell flew and the cannon roared,
And though the deck was awash with blood upon its oaken board,
Midst the billowin' smoke they saw their gallant captain a-standin' tall,
A source of strength and courage, exhortin' victory from one and all!
Though many a battle and ragin' storm upon 'er had taken their toll,
And 'er wooden hull groaned and creaked with every sea-tossed roll,
She was the pride of the British Fleet and there was nary another like 'er!
Just ask any of the crew who served on 'er and they would concur!
She made 'er final cruise in 1837 leavin' port sailin' o'er the horizon,
In 'er usual majestic style, fully rigged displayin' flyin' jib and mizzen!
Alas, she disappeared and 'er plight was never really known for true.
Only He Who rules the seas knows the fate of HMS Arcturus and her crew.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
There’s too much thinking going on in my head
I need to try something different instead
Get myself to move on
Don't think I’m too far-gone
You made me aware right under this tree
To stop wasting time on my current spree
Learn to enjoy what’s right in front of me
Looking for the one isn’t all fun
Thought it was fun drinking every day
Know it’s cliché
But it doesn't pay..
All I know
The trouble is
I don't want a woman to save me
What I need is standin’ right in front of me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just need the woman standin’ in front of me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Life's so good every day I can see
Something wonderful lookin’ back at me
Don't really know how
But I embraced the now
Every moment missed is something great
It’s right in front of us, have a little faith
Come-on, don't’ make life too tough
Take a moment to enjoy, it’s really great stuff
It’s great stuff
Looking for the one isn’t all fun
Thought it was fun drinking every day
Know it’s cliché
But it doesn't pay..
All I know
The trouble is
I don't want a woman to save me
What I need is standin’ right in front of me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
She’s standin’ right in front of me..
Going to try
To be the best me I can be
And know the reason why
All my life
Looking for the one isn’t all fun
Thought it was fun drinking every day
I Know it’s cliché
But it doesn't pay...
All I know
The trouble is
I don't want a woman to save me
What I need is standin’ right in front of me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just need the woman standin’ in front of me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I've been up a bit and down
a bit and hung around
in river towns, when glory days
and gamblin' boats were beauty to behold;
long and sleek with shapely curves
and ripe just like a lady
in the bloomin' blush of prime.
Standin' high n' mighty.......she
was glidin' through the water,
lookin' every bit a woman,
feelin' fancy-free and proud.
A sacred shroud a-movin'
on the Mississippi highway,
shinning like a diamond,
in the moonlight headin' south.
Been livin' on the river most
my life. I've seen bout' everything
the river lets you see.
Winona, Minnesota, south
to Memphis, Tennessee.
Down to Shrievport, Lousianna, where
shrimpers float their bayou boats
and freighters sail the sea.
Nawlin's cajun cookin
be my comfort company,
along with Creole women
givin' spice of life to me.
The dancin' bands play Zydeco
and sing about the legendary
swamp-witch history.
The river women love me
and I tell you this I know
'cause up and down the river, river
women tell me so.
Spent my gambin' days in Natchez,
Mississippi, don't ya see,
where fine up-standin' ladies
mixed with riff-raff just like me.
Had a time or two of trouble, but
young men with a temper
can test trouble easily.
I spent some time from livin'
doin' labor for the man,
but when my time was over
and the man had cut me loose,
I left my youth behind me
and my river life began.
Born in Chauvin, Lousianna,
back in nineteen forty-three,
a bayou boy who found his joy,
dreamin' dreams of river queens,
and hopin' glory days were on their way
so he could walk the river block
and smell the rare and richer air
of up-north Baton Rouge.
Then gaze and praise her majesty;
the lady, Mississippi, flowin' south into the sea.
With cajun music ragin'
in my bones of 16 years;
and fantasies of youthful truth
now burnin' in my soul,
I left my home in Chauvin,
on my way to Baton Rouge,
to search the Mississippi for my dreams of Zydeco.
My long lost love...
The jewel of my life
My Precious Saphire...
Time has torn us apart!
And brought us together
in an unsual manner...
Standin next to you,
holding your cold hand
brings back old sweet
mem'ies of you and me...
Sitting on the hill
top fill'd with wild flow's
watching the lilly
Blossom into wild flow's.....
THE PAJAMAGRAM
When I showed up at my girlfreinds flat,
early on Valentines day
I was ready for her to welcome me
in her Valentine PJs.
But she was wearin PJs that
I never even bought
she looked pretty good in them
but they was mine NOT.
And she stayed on her tellyfone,
talkin to some guy
and left me standin there alone
kissin on her tellyfone.
I couldnt even find my Pajama gram
but there were twenty more
on her coffee table and
Layin there on her floor.
I dunno where I went wrong,
for the life of me
I ordered my her pajama-gram
and sent it C.O.D.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
To take the place of greatness you build and create
You give and you take but the outcome is great
To build up a castle it takes up the time
I have to relax
I have to unwind when I'm feeling this knot that shoots pain through my spine
and the emptiness flows through aquarius signs
Though we're star crossed lovers you ask for the time
So I'm standin at bedrock and can't help but cry when the resources cut just the land will survive
Too battered to grow but to nice for the temple
Foundation of life, house of zen supplemental
You ask what you miss and they give you a smile
And say to be great you must walk one more mile
Where the angels will dance while they fall in the trial
Of the pothead who thought he could change as a child
To the one who played games never changed he was wild
To the core he was bored so he ruined the style
that would build up his castle and then he repent
As I walked down the road though, an angel was sent
She said to redeem and be free from the lies
And the only real way you will feel peace inside is to give up your soul and reenter the light
And help all you can everyday til you die
The heart in the open its rotten inside
So I gave it to her to be safe through the night
And I wandered the dawn and I reached the twilight
I sigh to myself cuz this cannot be life
Lifes what you make it though lifes only basic
Your mind is your castle
You're that close to greatness
The gambler is at the table,playin with a deck of cards,
The gun slingers drinkin sour whiskey,standin at the bar.
The mayor is goin up the steps with a lady leadin his way,
The hard workin farmer comes in to spend a little of his pay.
The drunk is in the corner,tryin to bum a drink,
The traveler is shavin upstairs in the dry sink.
The guns are worn on their sides as they stand in the street,
The sweat is puring from their hands in this noon day heat.
The bullets spit from the guns worn upon their hips,
The slower one will surely fall,put dirt upon his lips.
The normal day in a small western town with no law,
The last one dissapeared,somethin no one saw.
Daylight
I miss you every night
That **** don't feel right
When I know this little town
Fits too tight
So, I'm over and I'm out
Cut the mic
You need to know about me
is i do silly impressions
I act hardcore
But when the **** hits the fan
and the fan hits the floor
when all is destroyed
then all is abandoned
But I'm still here standin
Maybe you teach life the lesson
but I don't have a clue
Im completely just guessin
I may be solo
But I put a new meaning to the word
Of So Low
Just promise me you'll never let go
Even when the last resort is no hope
I'm wishing I can make this right
So hold on
and don't close your eyes
And when your grab me
You need to grab me tight
The fact
that
today
wont
last
foeva
wont
change
2mo,.
Funmy
how
yesterdays
brightest
moments,
luk as
dull as a
candle
standin
next to
the
sun...
Ever
heard of
da black
shade of
wite?
Dnt say
never,
coz
ever's nt
a
constant,
ya'l dnt
get da
concept ..
Fire
trucks
are
flamable,
like
eminem
said..
We al
nid a
hero, bt
who wil
save the
hero
since
nuthn
lasts
4eva..?
O mayb
we jus
say dat
wen we
lose
sumthn
to
soothe
ourselves?
Yet
often we
lose
ourselves
askin
stupid
questions
like wat
if left is
truly
rite? N to
da truth
our eyes
go blind,
that if u
push
wit ur
might
then
want cnt
be done
suddenly
mite....becum
posible
n ths is al
plausible..
I dreamt
it while
dreamin...
While
othaz
breathe
wen
they r nt
living...
6 bilion
posible
ways to
live life,
1
for each
of us, im
just
waitin 4
da day
that one
of us do
it rite.
Form:
hey, what are you doin there missy
yeah you, standin in that space
leanin there in your stetson
lookin about this place
do ya think that you fit in here
why did you even stop in
to hang out with real cowgirls
to see how the other half lives
your boots are probably Manolo
must have cost you alot
look around here sweety
that’s something we ain’t got
you’re standin there against the bar
an umbrella drink in your hand
lookin at all our cowboys
listenin to our cowboy band
your hand made shirt is perfect
those jeans, are probably Prada
we’re lookin at you in our Wranglers
knowin we ain’t got nada
no one will approach you
don’t ya feel kind of strange
you ain’t got no friends here
it’s like you dropped from outer space
sure the cowboys are lookin at ya
never seen one quite like you
but they know you’ll only use em
and toss em when you’re through
do you think this is “Urban Cowboy”
and John Travolta is here
I don’t think so sweetheart
you better get on out of here
if you’re lookin for a skirt fight
I think I can help you with that
me and my friends are willin
to put you on your ass
your hair won’t look so pretty
your makeup will be a mess
is that what you’re lookin for princess
yeah, I can help you with that
you’ll probably break a nail or two
before the fight is through
you’ll be lucky to walk crawl of here
when we are done with you
go on home to daddy
get in your porshe and drive away
I’ll forget you were even in here
just don’t come back this way
Look
What is
the matter
With me
I'm not
Myself
my brain
Is scattered
it's splattered
Like a
shattered mirror
Anything
that's ever mattered
Has left
me here
To deal with
My own fear
I climb
the ladder
Because the
wheel won't steer
Please do
I go slow
Do I wait
right here
Please tell me
How high
does this go
I can't hang
on anymore
I feel myself slipping
Wake up
on the floor
I must be tripping
But
i'm not sure
I'm alert but
My concern
Is dispersed
That I'm sure
Is a lesson learned
In life ya
deal with love
And ya deal
with hurt
You think twice
About situations that
Might put
you in dirt
I'm not playin
Tables turnt
Ya ass
gets burnt
Cocaine white as
Kobane Kurt
Brains won't stay
When a 12 GA
Blow em up
Like fireworks
Drugs and booze
Sex and candy
Pirex and brandy
Are awful handy
When you
can't withstand it
Gotta gas up
and expand it
Cloud 9 can cram it
I'm on a different planet
No I'm not stranded
I'm just not standin
Medication granted
Sedated feelings roll
Over everything I've known
See I know
I've felt alone
I've seen the snow
The grass won't grow
If the weeds take over
Where the flowers go
Showers of hope
The Air smells of roses
The towers doors
Won't open
Theve permanently closed em
The wind is blowin
Storms like clothin
Like a scar that bust open
A volcanic eruption
Some days i can't even function
It's the drugs that
Seduct me
Time spins
I have no luck see
What gives
Maybe if I
Drift off then
I'll be ok
Do u know
can anybody
Show me the way
Because the
darkness is
Around the way
The lights
fading away
I'm so tired
of feeling
This way
day after day
Wired but
won't play
Inspired but
colors grey
Happy goes away
Then it begins to rain
Man
What happened to me
Where'd I run to
Been spun around
So much
Like a gun that's
Trigger is stuck
What the
is up
In my world
The sky is down
the ground
is up
Sounds profound
But it
astounds me like
I'm struck...
By a bolt
Of lightning
Something
so frighting
Can be
so inspiring
Snow can't be firey
So 6 ft below
Can't be a diary
due to high demand I'm back
and betta
thanks pandita
but u can't beata
you'll never be like me
you're just gonna have to wait and see
you're just a wannabe
watching ma every move
creepin on me like a slalka
I be spittin bare bars on da street
you peasants cant handle da heat
standin dere wiv ma fresh creps
nike air max 95
bet u wish u aint alive
I'm done
adios chicos
whn my eys got stuck on u for frst tym...
d whole world has become so full of lyf n i
ws fine...
dn u hv ur eys on me n it makes dt more
real...
n i ws sucked by downbeat of people
hearin of ds deal....
i ws getin crystld by ur aura n pictures...
i ws chkd by evry drama dt ws held for me
to cut it..
i knw dt people wl laugh at me to c al
dese apertures..
its hard to stay apart frm u whn i hv to
admit it...
around d waves u hv made me laugh hard
n to cherish..
i ws star strucked by ur persona ...which
hlpd me to escape..
i cnt frgt dt tym whn u hv said my aura a
home n make me clownish..
i ws cryin hard inside as i ws scared by
our relation drape..
dn i hv choosen to remain stay apart frm
u lyk a gesture..
n also whn i heard dt u hv been taken by
odr girl..
its just hv pushd me towrds my aim bt
wid more bravure..
i ws standing alone facing wrld wid my
senses birl..
aftr a long tym whn v saw each odr facing
badlucks..
i ws drntchd by d situations n laughin at
our destiny..
nw v r standin lyk an individuals n history
just shucks...
nw v r enjyin d peace alone n waitin for
other scrunity...
love pari
if u likd d poem or if didnt ...just put ur
input wid cmnts....i wud love to observe
dt..