Best Stomping Ground Poems
Deity
Definition: a God, God like, Goddess, or a holy person
I am a deity
When it comes to poetry
So, please think carefully before you speak to me
Like, Langston Hughes “I am the dream holder”
Lyrical soldier
I hold dreams in this pen
Then unleash them on paper
Make comedy into tragedy
Like the great works of Shakespeare
Over coming heartache like Maya Angelou
Who was raped when she was seven years old
Stopped talking for years
All she felt was pain and tears
Learned five languages
And now has so much to say
Thanks to Robert Frost I know “Nothing gold can stay”
So, what are Wordsworth?
“The perfect woman”
In my eyes, but miscalculating
So sad, like Tupac “Sometimes eye cry”
Because I’m only human
With an immortal soul
A god upon men so, let the truth be told
I am a Deity
Like Zeus, or Hercules
Studied philosophies like Socrates
I walk amongst human beings like an entity
A divinity so can you see?
I’m just trying to be me
Lazarus was Jesus’ friend
Until the end
But couldn’t live with the guilt
I am the foundation on which empires are built
A coliseum I suppose
The stomping ground of a 1000 dead poet’s souls
No one knows my full potential
Something like Michael Angelo’s 16th Chapel
But, I’m here to stay
“A great life, is a long life lived”’
Like Confucius say
Felonious competition is no threat to me
One day you’ll understand, that I am a Deity
If I were an elephant, I'd lumber around
Gracefully plodding on my stomping ground
If I were an elephant, I'd flap my ears
High above the savannah with no equals or peers
If I were an elephant, I'd cover myself in mud
I'd clash with other bulls, especially during rut
If I were an elephant, I'd cause a great stampede
Crushing all the poachers before they could succeed
If I were an elephant, I'd collapse all circus tents
And I'd save all pachyderms from being in such events
I wouldn't be arrogant, but elegant and eloquent
I wouldn't be petulant, but prevalently excellent
I wouldn't be negligent or hesitant or feculent
I'd be so affectionate and have an even temperament
I'd be the most eminent in my thought development
I'd never be a detriment to a human settlement
I would be the most intelligent and it would be self-evident
To the peasant and the president if I were an elephant
12-5-2016
I fast boy, this aint no foot race
What you playing?
What, you think you got a game ginni in your game pack
Well, I paint Black
And stain them in Pain on rare occasions
Occassionaly coming up in death throes
Dead body is my stomping ground on this beat
My melody be blasting bastards, knocking em backwards
the Force of theses 5 Felonies be unappropriate behaviors
And if you ever seen me in Airstrik...es,
Well, when you seem me you'll be very quiet
And if you thought it was adequate
my accurrecy so precise you can't phantom the damn damage
You know Im real skilled, and the satisfaction of it leaves me upset still
It was Mercy from God for me to carry this pain cause it suits me like it is a deep love
If Seashell's is ever in Hell then I'll be busting a knucklehead if he wants to act a badass
This aint a brag, no we never come in a boast boy,in my conduct I be, I promise you honorable,I standup as I stand for a higher standard
and when i get mad i act bad, When im in a heavy conflict
jaxattacks are my chosen tactics,
And nowhere in my eyes does she see me ever being a leader or getting the best of a ***** when she on my badside
My Blood cleansed that land, I faced the devil slanging quarters and halves in every which direction like my creation changed due to evolution thru the fact that i was moving too ****ing fast man, But i grew out of it like I went from panic to romantic attacks
From the battles with the devil and demons and nets set , and tribulations and Mania and Im still maniac, Still A disciple of Ninjitsu, my senses still keen, iM SINGLE till i get my possessions back, the love in my heart concealed, its so hard to hide my love I feel so many sharp p[ains,Love Felt feel these steel bars they are a million you would have to go thru to hope to find one, a connection u never dectected the quality of,im 10 times 99topics liike im a balla up talking in manner never heard of, be the bang that yo body been starving for, rt
Wonders of the world abound
on our earthly stomping ground,
in the seven seas profound,
midst the heavens round us wound.
Images from reaches vast
by astronomers amassed
show in varicolored cast,
cosmic glories unsurpassed,
stories of the great immense,
begging questions why and whence,
scenes stelliferously dense,
bringing past to present tense.
Oh how tantalizing to
lose oneself in starry view
of galactic vision new
where a poet’s words ring true!
Tennyson’s ‘Far--Far—Away’,
penned for Music’s haunting play
with the sounds the words convey
as they whisper, swing and sway,
tells of ‘far’ from past long gone,
murmur from ‘his own life’s dawn’?
breath where ‘doors of death’ go on
through an open curtain drawn?
Whether time or space be meant,
or spacetime together bent,
still, whatever sense is lent,
far’s remote in its intent.
After sunset’s crimson blaze
we may raise a dreamy gaze
in escape from troubled days
to celestial splendors praise.
Will our search of cosmic sphere
teach us to esteem what’s here?
Oft stargazers too I fear
must look far to see the near.
~ Harley White
The tears burn my skin as they stream down my face
Dripping slowly to the floor
Crashing and shattering on impact
Just as the many pieces of my broken heart have done
You betrayed all of us
It did not matter that we loved you as our own, as family
Like a thief with no thought of the consequences
You stole something so precious
You took away the innocence of my child
Crushing it as if it were nothing more than dirt beneath your feet
You show no remorse for what you have done
Only sadness for the verdict that will send you away
An animal is what you are
Stalking your prey and gaining their trust
Using their faith against them
Luring your victim into your clutches
Then taking away the life that is within them
Even the title of child rapist is too kind for you
My beliefs are stained by the blackness of your soul
My heart is hardened by your selfishness
The evil inside of you has demolished something within me
Yet it has not consumed me
You have no respect for the unity that we tried to share with you
We were merely a stomping ground for your greed and lust
Nothing you do can replace what you have taken from us
No pain that you suffer can compare to the agony you have caused us
You cared nothing for the laws of men or God
My faith is lost to many because of men like you
I can’t help but wonder how anyone could be so cruel
Copyright © 2010 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")
There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s all right –
A savant of the copy machines
A mannequin in a megastore
There’s a child that I know
who goes to school with bruises
Just a shell of a thing bearing signs
of a nightly artillery attack
When did we start sending
our kids to the frontlines,
And when in the name of Christ
are we calling them back?
You just pretend
Things aren’t crazy
The bandleader’s not deaf
And the King is not a clown
So you defend
The last vestiges of confidence
And stick your flag in the last square
Of your old stomping ground
There’s a family that I know
they only speak in whispers
Afraid to raise their voices
for fear of an alcoholic’s rage
I wonder how they’ll fare
twenty years from now:
Will they ever rise up from their manacles
or their transparent cage?
And there’s a young man that I know
Has his whole life ahead of him
Still stuck on the diving board
over a pool of unemployment
Just wait a while, just wade awhile
Cling to your inflated promises
While you’re stuck in this limbo, might as well
Drown in your enjoyments
You just pretend
It’s getting late now
And the party’s letting out
The stragglers and the drunkards head
for another port of call.
Yet suspect the hosts, the powers that be,
in their senility, misplaced our keys
So we derelicts wander directionless
Like half-ghosts bumping into walls
But we just pretend…
Could you be the Trojan horse,
To bypass the defences of my heart?
Let harmless acts of kindness, run a course,
Break all barriers, to the tiniest part
For once there was, a fancy conqueror,
With soldiers and horses, and tall banners,
In the stomping ground, there was such tremor,
She was fearful and bold, in all manners
She battered my strong gates, scaled my wall,
Rained upon me rocks, and fiery arrows,
My good soldiers, one by one came to fall,
There was much sorrow, on their death throes
Woe be my army, vanquished and beaten,
Torn apart in the blitz, of sudden attack,
All of them stood, until thoroughly smitten,
True warriors’ courage, they never did lack
So alas for me, I did surrender,
My forts and castle, and kingdom whole,
Lest all that remains, be torn asunder,
I gave her my all, from King to Fool
She took it all, and claimed as her own,
I played the Jester, upon her feet,
Settled herself, on my sorry throne,
Never did knew, my heart’s dead meat
At first it was easy, to her bend my knees,
For she was radiant, and beyond compare,
My woeful sorrows, she banished with a kiss
An empress divine, she was my lady fair
It came to pass, she turned a bad leaf,
Here acts were no more, of a fair sovereign,
She became hard, and wearyingly stiff
Upon us both settled, a palpable strain
I never realized, she had her sights,
To another domain, richer than mine,
Her inflamed passion, ebbed to dim lights
In her mind formed, a betrayer’s design
Then she announced, in my once great hall,
How she intends, to march once more,
To another conquest, ripe for the fall,
Greater things she said, lies for her in store
She assembled once more, her great army,
Mightier ever, than the one who came,
Her ranks has swelled, strengthened by the bounty,
Of my kingdom conquered, that she made tame
The dust she stirred, with abrupt departure,
Took the longest time, to finally settle,
A bitter-sweet moment, my life’s great torture,
But stand up I did, with my hard won mettle
Before her I thought, I’m consigned to be alone,
Live only for myself, without for others- care,
Never imagined, to foolish love I’d be prone
Now cruel melancholy, upon my face- stare
Working for Snarl-Mart
By Elton Camp
Snarl-Mart’s lots to blame, I suppose
When some local stores had to close
The places run by Mom and Pop,
Slow sales just made them stop
Snarl-Mart can sell at prices retail
For less than they pay wholesale
Its great power to negotiate cost
To the smaller merchant is lost
“Just put us to the test
Our prices always best
Cost will you amaze
Sell for Less, Always.”
By such competition giving,
Many have lost their living.
Employees others had to fire
Snarl-Mart might deign to hire
Will perhaps give out another job
To replace the one they did rob
You have naught good to say
About their measly rate of pay
Little chance to have career
Most are part-time, we fear
Benefits along with your pay?
Hah, we say, just what are they?
With its great power to hire,
It can just as quickly fire.
If “associates” treated unfair
Not a union is there to care.
Will find to organize isn’t wise
A location that does, quickly dies
"We won’t be put through
Union telling us what to do"
To keep our prices so low
Worker raises have to go
If you don’t like our pay
Can replace you in a day
Not even a tiny bit do we care
Stupid smock to make you wear
“Can I serve you?” on the back
In case a customer want to yack
Better not be talking to your friend
If we learn you do, your job will end
Management has no tolerance at all
On the clock, for a personal phone call
Work while you are on the clock
Or know that pay we will dock
A second longer on your break
Will be a very serious mistake
No certain big box chain does this address
Many workers find themselves in this mess
Until the American economy turns around
Snarl-Marts will be your stomping ground
Tis’ my abstract notions, which cause the commotion’s,
polluting your impure thoughts with my truthful potions,
concocted from truthful explosions, lassoed by mind energy protrusions,
upon the ignorant lay the confusions, as it shatters their illusions.
As hearts are striped of clutter, and laid bare,
karmic debts in the black, stomping ground fair,
everyone’s on track, there’s enough to go round and you’ll get your share,
have faith in the universe, your place in the circle awaits, pull up a chair.
I get jealous
over prose
who possess the room through her lips
phonetic,
white lightening,
kissing the air with their intonations,
evoking
my frontal lobe
with alliteration and rhythm
the shoes
upon which to stomp
my feet, my feet, my feet
aloft
this stomping ground
in my head
where I hunt the mush valleys
for
a single
lotus blossom
of inspiration.
If I could covet
this poet's thoughts
her words, her tone, her imagery,
my poetry beast
would awaken
and shake his mane
roaring.
Instead
I sit spellbound,
listening to her vowels and consonants
fall on the roof
of this auditorium like rain pings
on aluminum,
wondering
when her thoughts end
and mine begin.
The heads did bid me to the place
For a toll of thirty and some.
Where the trees are green,
The earth is brown,
And all the flowers flourish in-between.
With heed I rolled about the place
For a spell of three and some.
Under that canopy of distress,
On the tough stomping ground,
A nightmare with a business address.
In a show I did depart that place
With plaudits of three hundred some.
Bandit blooms and much miff filled my stage,
But by and by none came to bat for me,
For fear of turning the page.
A meathead is definitely not an ostracised ostrich, a warbling wavering walrus, a small but vintage vibrant beetroot who claps in time, a mascot at a match, a backwards facing grinning umbrella in bright sunlight, an automatic dimmer switch winking, nor is it a tattoo of a cartoon place-mat. Basements cook eels. Slip slide slip slide smile nothing now noted north nautical nonetheless nonsensical note. Been beer beans. Wow in a jar of a car. *** Hahaha presenting a show are we? Fictitious fictional frameworks falling. Hahahha off a cliff are the best sunsets. Xxxxx dilatational diluted dripping dramas draw.
"oooo Ng hai saja hai"
Epilogue
Z
Treading on topic the logical man fears,
So potent it's like a ringing in his ear,
Its a stomp on his stomping ground without your knowledge,
Of even knowing the affect of its topic,
Defenses rise from an outward view,
While inside the process of growth is becoming brand new,
The boldness of that love is changing their belief,
From a different perspective they may have not seen,
So use to their own outlook, the fear of change,
The comfortable is getting uncomfortable because it's not the same,
Perspectives clash, their seeing new light,
Yet this is part of the process of gaining new sight,
The doors opened in a way unexpected,
Man's control takes a seat, while love redirects it,
I have my platinum muse
It is a flighty, windy memory
Of a memorable, miserable encounter
With someone that reminded me...
I have not even fooled myself
Into believing something so weak
As the crippled, dying cupid
That is love at first sight.
The woman I am marrying,
Wasn't loved at first glance
She was a shallow puddle of mud
At my eyes first introduction.
Though, as I splashed in the mud
I was swept off my feet
Back into the primal wilderness
Of a child at play.
Caila makes me truly happy
Like a young boy
Tenderizing his stomping ground
After a heavy spring rain.
When the mud dried
I knew it was the remains
Of a memory when I was a child
Of being happier than ever.
What rose from those sterile ashes
Was a woman, a beautiful woman
She has flecks of gold in her veins
Eyes that emeralds envy
She didn't come and go,
Like the coy but beautiful Emma
Emma is only comparable
To a whiff of a nostalgic scent
Caila is my golden totem
Every moment we spend
Is frozen in time
Comatose, in its prime
Caila is my one true love
When that is no longer a fact
I will have forgotten about Emma
Completely, but sweetly.
Deity
Definition: a God, God like, Goddess, or a holy person
I am a deity
When it comes to poetry
So, please think carefully before you speak to me
Like, Langston Hughes “I am the dream holder”
Lyrical soldier
I hold dreams in this pen
Then unleash them on paper
Make comedy into tragedy
Like the great works of Shakespeare
Over coming heartache like Maya Angelou
Who was raped when she was seven years old
Stopped talking for years
All she felt was pain and tears
Learned five languages
And now has so much to say
Thanks to Robert Frost I know “Nothing gold can stay”
So, what are Wordsworth?
“The perfect woman”
In my eyes, but miscalculating
So sad, like Tupac “Sometimes eye cry”
Because I’m only human
With an immortal soul
A god upon men so, let the truth be told
I am a Deity
Like Zeus, or Hercules
Studied philosophies like Socrates
I walk amongst human beings like an entity
A divinity so can you see?
I’m just trying to be me
Lazarus was Jesus’ friend
Until the end
But could’t live with the guilt
I am the foundation on which empires are built
A coliseum I suppose
The stomping ground of a 1000 dead poet’s souls
No one knows my full potential
Something like Michael Angelo’s 16th Chapel
But, I’m here to stay
“A great life, is a long life lived”’
Like Confucius say
Felonious competition is no threat to me
One day you’ll understand, that I am a Deity