Best Straighter Poems
I close my eyes
locked in a millisecond
the moment before the bow
touches the strings
where silence has a tremor
and wraps me in darkness
until I hear its particles
vibrating against me
the bow wrenches
from the depth of the bass
a groan from the earth
as if waking a millennia of slumber
the first note
long, rich and haunting
now coming to life
now ready to speak
legs crossed and hands limp
pay attention
to the sources of discomfort
tension in the neck, anxiety in the chest
fatigue in the limbs
heaviness in the core
let this weight sink
pull down through me
melt through me
let it drag and seep
through my bones
until it submerges
into the ground below
transform to roots
connect me
grow deep into the soil
until the energy is revitalized
until I am reminded
we grow from this intricate system
no different from the forest and gardens
spreading, connecting, entwining
the earth is booming
the bass its voice
chanting, singing, commanding
a mantra in a language I don't understand
but with a pulse
I can feel
and it is telling me
I have all I need
visualize one by one
sources of emotional exhaustion
with each dredge up the full power
of all feelings
feelings long suppressed, feelings of fear
allow body and mind to swim
one last time
before I breathe in and blow them away
my body is lighter, sitting straighter
a tall blade of grass
swaying as one
looking across the field
up to the cliff's edge
and over the sunlit ocean
taste sweet scent
of wind
stretch to feel
soft earth
open eyes
to unending sky
focus
on what it means to be alive.
I climbed the mountains, I've trodden the plains
I walked in the scorching sun and also the rains
I reached far ends and may be crossed the lines
Through the fangs and sometimes tides
But luck goes to he who keeps alive
For it's the wages of every persistent strive
And the passing of time brought me to my best love
Sh'ld it be slavery I'm choosing to slave
You see freedom is a feeling only felt in the heart
It starts with you before comes the light.
Your choice is your freedom: the magic of your might
It sends you into the sky like flying kite
The day i met her, she became a place to stand
My past from then became a dark land
And i gripped Catalina in my very right hand.
Remember home is a head and never behind.
For now i don't care whether i found love or it found me
As long as it gave me wings to fly free
It's hard my friends you can't really agree
That I'm stronger and straighter than a palm tree.
After many late nights, prayers and some beers
Our great day is finally here
Showed up early so we wouldn't miss the sights
Around our song being honored this Opry night
Blessed with friends and family
And inspiration from above surrounding me
It still surprises this ole boy to see
The roads that take you far, can also set you free
All the prayin’ that led up to this day
Found his inspiration respondin’ all the way
The journey ain’t any straighter
But the joy it brings is so much greater
Blessed with friends and family
And inspiration from above surrounding me
It still surprises this ole boy to see
The roads that take you far, can also set you free
Never give up or in
Cause his gift given
Can put a life helpin’ others
Under your skin
Blessed with friends and family
And inspiration from above surrounding me
It still surprises this ole boy to see
The roads that take you far, can also set you free
It still surprises this ole boy to see
That roads that take you far, can also set you free
After many late nights, prayers and some beers
Our great day is finally here
Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri
Brenda Chiri don't try me
It's not old and told,
same gun, bullets roll,
pull it hole
strolling rhymes,
quick time,
literally laying these words at pace
while you take out a pen and paper
jotting down like a waiter,
rhymes to cater
couldn't be straighter,
down the line
the same constant whine
from the kind drinking wine,
out the bottle not the glass,
you aint got the throttle or the class
to spas alongside my asss,
I'll set you a task
watch you finish last,
dragging your handbag to bits,
alongside your sandbag tets,
I can do the splits and backflips,
you have splits in your hips,
see me now, I plough like magic,
your comebacks are plastic
made with fake fabric,
with laxative patches
you're like Bush giving a speech,
five letter words beyond your vocal reach,
needing a teacher like a freak,
I fight on the beaches,
I'll fight you and all your beaches,
egging you on,
like Brenda you strong
but your words make me mong,
so until next time for now I say to you so long.
an argument ends
the clear marble shoots straighter
than the aggie
*** Black Snow Storm ***
I’m blacker and madder and more than Hell I be bringin’ ya,
I’m a ****ed up assailant,
Mental-case mercenary hell bent,
Simultaneous and concurrent, I’m yo danger and yo savior.
But I’m real, and tangible, and do things unimaginable.
On the inside and ominous, searing truth burns my existence,
In the cold empty blanks of loathing inspired shadows,
Darkness manifests completely, as only I the one who knows.
Buried in denial, a Black Snow Storm of persistence.
Mad viral runaway,
Reaper-tagged, body bagged,
Peacefully performed, daily is as dooms a day.
Sicker than a mange’d up, street livin’ dog,
Fraudulent, Arrogant, Intelligent, and robbed.
Hustled by humanity, dignity straight-up jacked,
It’s parted-out and shipped out and neva comin’ back.
Crazy muthu****in razor bladed Snowflake,
Cold steeled touched be tight, and straighter-edged unique.
I’m in yo face, and in yo space,
An breathing stank leathelality,
Cuz crazy is as crazy does and I’m yo new reality.
I’m blacker than a ninja,
Trackin’ like a laza,
Murder-edged, star throwin’,
Life takin’ playa.
Fueled by the mental,
Conflicted, festering failure,
The whip-saw cracked, manic sized, consequential behavior,
The ease of mind is nowhere found, the truth be nothin’ gentle.
Snowflake driven, horrifying maelstrom,
Anarchist, Nihilist, devastating and then some.
Black Snowstorm blinded ya, and buried everything you know,
Snowflaka’ made it happen,
An unrelenting blizzard, of Black as coal Snow.
*** By djDiZZasteRR (AKA Brian Bauer) ***
THIS is my Reality, There are many like it, but this one is
mine,
My Perceptions of it are my best friends and "enemies",
For this is my illusion...
... I must master the balance of my emotions,
My reality, without yours is useless, For lack of mine, yours
seems useless,
Thus inspiring coexistence,
I must evolve my reality anew,
I must shoot straighter than anyone whom conspires
against me,
I must bless ye, lest ye confuse me,
I WILL...
My allies and I realize that what counts on the subliminal
battlefield,
Are not the rounds fired or the smoke they create,
We understand that it is the hits that count.
We WILL win this war…
My reality is of my own design, JUST as I, therein is MY
conception,
Thus, I shall fear no “evil” along the path in the valley of
confusion...
I understand its’ weaknesses, it’s strengths, its strategies,
its accessories,
its sights and its intentions.
I will evolve my reality clean and ready, as I am clean and
ready.
Before God I swear this creed...
My perceptions of self are the defenders of my reality,
We are the masters of thine "enemy", We are the saviors
of mankind.
So be it, until the illusive veil of existence is drawn back
and thine "enemies" subside.
Courage to change the things I can
~Zachary Allen Jackson~
Impatiently we stand in line, tickets in our hand
At last we are ushered inside, hoping for seats up front
But people push ahead,...so we wiggle into row two
A tall head sits in front of me...............................................oh well, never mind.
Crowds fill the chairs, and chatter fills the air
Small children held up high for better view, mothers hold small bouquets in their laps
Fathers hold Canons or Kodaks, with extra rolls of film
Opening my program...I look for her name
Her name should stand out like neon....brighter than any other! Oh yes! there it is!
But her name is printed like all the rest.................................oh well, never mind.
With a dimming of the lights, the first chord of music meets our ears
The show begins. We clap politely, and watch patiently
It's not yet her turn.............................................................oh well, never mind
Finally we realize her turn is near! Anticipation is building! We sit straighter in our chairs!
We crane our necks a little higher, camera is ready.....YES! THERE SHE IS!!
OUR SHINING LITTLE STAR!!
Oh dear...she misses a step...................................................oh well, never mind.
Her hair touched with sprinkles, her smile is glowing
A little wrinkle of concentration on her brow, ...
Taking care that she makes each move on cue
She is shining, amazing, and wonderful!!
Doesn't everyone see it? How could they miss it? That she stands out from all the rest??!!
We clap madly...why are the others only clapping politely?
Our camera flashes brightly! Why aren't other cameras flashing too??
Could it be that all these folks....all these other mums and dads,
All these other grams and gramps, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles
Do they see different stars than ours? Perhaps.
Oh well.....never mind. We know those other stars can't possibly, no not possibly
Shine as bright as ours............................................................oh well, never mind.
There's a star in the heavens we'll name, 'Sweet Claire' for you...so don't you ever mind...
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For Linda Marie's contest..."Shining Star"
To dance one must feel the beat
Light works like Einstein said
And like Plank said
And like Tommie Young said
All one has to do is go with the flow
Take a light particle (billiard ball, photon or whatever)
go from a to b at light speed
The path taken is proportionate to the amount of energy
The less energy the straighter the path
Hence the lower the frequency
mass is directly relative to energy
Density is relative to frequency
ie lead has more energy wave frequency than hydrogen
on the thinking photon
if one hole is open the other billiard ball isn't on the table
So the pocket doesn't get the ball
open the other hole and the complimentary billiard ball
has to put itself in line to billiard into its pocket
Music is necessary to dance
frequency is necessary to energy and music
and quantum physics and existence
But that's life and
What's life without music
To dance one must feel the beat
They start out in youth as marionettes,
often as their own puppeteers,
clasping unseen crossed sticks
with unseen wires attached,
sometimes getting twisted in their own strands.
Once people get past the adolescent plagues
unique to to them,
they find the way to tilt the guide -
pulling shoulders straighter
with their hidden puppet strings
as insecurities dissolve
and slowly, foolhardiness recedes.
Joining the throng of all the puppeteers,
some become
masters at their craft,
manipulating others,
while some prefer to
simply play the role of marionette.
But everyone at one time or another
works the strings. . .
When people learn the “secret”
embracing life and losing woodenness. . .
they grow to understand
it’s not obligatory ,
nor is it even wise,
always to make sure
the guiding, unseen threads remain
untangled.
Revised for the People poetry Contest of Richard Lamoureux
Impatiently, we stand in line,
Then, at last the doors open wide.
With tickets in our hand,
We are ushered inside, one at a time.
We had hoped for seats up front,
But people push ahead.
So we wiggle into row two
A tall head sits in front of me.
Oh well...., never mind.
Crowds fill the chairs, and chatter fills the air.
Small children held up high for better view.
Mothers hold small bouquets in their laps,
Fathers hold Canons or Kodaks, with extra rolls of film.
Opening my program, I look for her name.
Her name should stand out like neon,...
Shining brighter than all of the others....oh yes...there it is
But her name is printed like all the rest. Oh well...never mind.
With a dimming of the lights,
The first chord of music meets our ears,
And the show has begun. We clap politely, and watch patiently.
It's not yet her turn. Oh well,.... never mind.
Finally...we realize her moment is near!
Anticipation is building! We sit straighter in our chairs,
Crane our necks a little higher. Our camera is ready...
YES! There she is....OUR SHINING LITTLE STAR !!
Oh dear, she misses a step. Oh well...never mind.
Her hair touched with sprinkles, her smile glowing,
A little wrinkle of concentration on her brow,
Taking care that she makes each move on cue.
She is shining! Amazing! Wonderful!
Doesn't everyone see it? How could they miss it??
Don't they realize how she stands out from all the rest??
We clap madly! Why are the others only clapping politely?
Our camera flashes brightly! Why aren't other cameras flashing too?
Could it be that all these folks,
All these other mums and dads,
All these other grams and gramps, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles,...
Are they seeing something different? ...different shining stars than ours? Perhaps.....
Oh well...never mind. We know those other stars can't possibly, ...oh no not possibly,...
Shine as bright as ours. Oh well,......never mind
..............................
(Dedicated to Claire Elise..our sweet grandaughter....
who will be dancing in her recital tonight....our own little star) (Reposted )
Fairest of the fair wilst thou be as wife
For thy breathe though lips elixir kisses
Our future can allow me true immortal life
I see mine eyes transfix and I am lesser free
A willing prisoner of a royal court
Unto passion's spells and gazes slavery
As winds of change bow me to mine queen
To feel the fables of inner beauty
The Gods of blessings that they bring
And loss of love becomes, mine only fear
Also time, the marble pillars standing
Still, grandeur when thee do appear
One is to dream of love passed the morrows
Be a man and mind never deviating
Setting straighter than Eros and his arrows
To deep, pierce through the soul to heart
Binding all of us whole altogether
Like the morning shadows to the moonlit darks
This nomad here and once, now a cease to wander
Outward towards scattered raging storms
But, in the eye the treasure is love of lover
And I must call thee mine dearest dearest wife
Surely I canst pay Venus, or then the piper
But, under heaven what cost shall be much higher
But, mine entire heart which I give thee
A chance to hold an angel, I ask from bended knee
And through out the world words echo "Wilst thou marry me"
Was a romance for the books. Didn't care about the looks. Maybe a little old school but yea my heart she did be took. By the way that she could cook. And the way her body shook. And the way that she got on top and made it straighter than a rook. She was the wisest on the seen. Quick to hustle. Get that green. But little did I know it was a play behind the scenes. While I'm planning up our wedding you're out doing anything... Legs never closing. Dumped for a brother with a little more ching. Silly grown girl, money isn't everything. But that just shows that you'd rather be a rich man's whore than a poor man's queen. But I got another girl that will appreciate. The acts of love that I demonstrate. She holds me down. Keeps me right. And she's always happy love her every night. But I can't say that it is easy. Heck, it's anything from breezy. But what separates her from you is that she told me that she needs me. And to think I really loved you. Never put no one above you. But you were thottin and fire crotchin. I should've wore a glove dude. You were purely acting out. Now you're sitting with a pout. Cuz you're a flashback now. (Inspired by eminem ft Rihanna- love the way you lie.)
I bowl balls too wide
Or leap forward a little, and
They call it ‘No!’
Then if I bowl a straighter
The dull players love it, lifting to the fence!
And the viewers whoop
Others whisper, so silly he is!
I flush in shame and pledge again
Won’t play another day, another game.
They hint their last bowler bowl me slow
The ball takes ample time, and finally ‘rives
Altho’ I Closely watch, and decide an elegant pull
It always misses; and dashes to the stupid stump!
Hey! You needn’t be ‘noyed over
I know, they love me all.
Nor need you worry over!
For I’m a litterateur, I better shouldn’t sport.
Did you forget?
Did you forget that you are born of spirit?
Did you forget who you are?
Remember this.
You are not a mistake,
you were always known,
you're naturally fine
more than flesh and bone.
There's another way.
it's a straighter path,
it's a brighter peace,
beyond Earth's wrath.
So follow me
to the farthest shore,
where there are no more tears,
forever more
So drop the mask
and end this game
listen to my voice
and remember this name
The name is Jesus
He's the King of Kings
the prince of peace
of whom Heaven sings
Know this promise
you're a child of God
who lives for eternity
and can't be robbed
so whatever has happened
or whatever is wrong
the debt has been paid
for the price of a song
His blood has been shed
and it won't be shed twice
it was once and for all
and will ever suffice
So all is forgotten
and let it never be said
that you owe a debt
cause Jesus' blood has been shed
So did you forget?
Did you forget who you are?
Did you lose your way?
Are you lost in the dark?
Listen to my voice
as I shout in the dark
as I call you each by name
allow light to spark
a roaring flame
that will show the way
out of this world
what else can I say?
You'll not be abandoned
or ever left behind
I'll carry you home
so let me remind
Remind you of hope
that will carry you through
just remember that name
Jesus!