Best Vent Poems
within my mind like stringless mimes
reside the voices of discontent
discussing in their troubled tones
the conundrum of implied intent
“I’ll say this”, and “he’ll say that”
“she’ll do thus”, and “I’ll do so”
no invites to cerebral tea
for conversations of “me with me”
for all the puppets in my head
dance to tunes I choose to play
none have the voice to boldly say
“move on, you dwell in yesterday”
©6/18/2018
for Ventriloquist Poetry Contest/Anthony Slausen
VENT
Those 4 letters hold the key,
They’re the fundamental difference between you and me.
For you are not woman,
You are a man.
You try to fix things,
I throw toys out the pram.
No solution is needed for every problem that's made,
Offer an ear and listen to my mad tirade.
Then when I am done my peace it returns,
For venting is essential to all womanly concerns!
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Vent-ill-Station
I like the brain but my mind
Isn't real, take it
So I wield change in the face
And I will make a disgrace of
What humans made us
Shaped into, its true
Take some, its good for you
Trace the steps
Dwell on life, the past, the present
Make well of the future
Meditation
Pre-devestation
Devestated, useless
But a body needs a host so give it up
Be the reducement
Added fusion to the blueness
Sitting to cool for the movement
Needed to move with conceited
Use of an E and a You
D and an A, DNA left for two
Weeks in shoe
Walked on, horsin' around though straight two cents with an eye
For an idea, great music
Not finding a grate to sit
Or an apple or a grape to sip
Butane fixed just to fight the fact that you are lighter than
A star lighter, man
Lost sight of wishin' I would crash bright and bad
~Tyler L Gillespie
I try to get my thoughts out
I try to put it in ink
I try to let the world know
Exactly how I think
Its much harder than I thought
To share your talent and skill
I try to do it for fun
I try to do it for the thrill
Its like a back n forth argument
This pen on this paper
I'm tired of trying to explain myself
This ***** will get it later
Le vent danses, Le cœur dort
J'les entends chuchoter dans la nuit
Quand le vent chante, moi j'pleure
Pour tous le beau dommage d'hier
Amants perdus dans leurs rêves
Même père et la mère
Dan ma rue
Il y a seulement un cul du sac
La vie se termine ici
Vos rêves sont en dehors de la fenêtre au soleil
Mes rêves sont à l'intérieur d'une bouteille
Rouge est le vin et le sang
Pour toujours mon cauchemar est fini
Dans la terre du diable, ici
Where are all the women
the moon-eyed lionesses,
the stampeding herds of udders, vulvas, and horns
that tears the earth and trampled the serpents and scorpions?
Where are the mother bears that rip the ruby bark from the bodies of predators?
Where are all the women
ready to drown bad men in their menses?
Where are the Valkyrie
spears held high
iron breasts as bright as the sun-lit frost of Valhalla?
Where are the daughters of Shango,
that sharpen the double axe to take the life of the two faced thief?
Where is that rage that moves mountains
reshapes the world with fire?
Where are the women that are the waves of the weepless sea that pickles the eyes of arrogant men
and feeds the reef with their flesh?
Where are our warriors?
Where are our demons?
Where are our humans that are not too good to save the world?
Having control of your life is
rare.
Living is hard and dying is bare.
You can be happy or scared.
Me, I don't care.
Life has nothing to spare,
But people fighting, drinking,
doing drugs , and people
wanting to have sex with a
pair.
I'm wondering if there is
something in the air?
Babies die before seeing their
father, life ain't fair.
Their father probably don't
care.
Because he has more money to
spare,
More condoms to wear,
And more naked girls to stare.
Some bottles and pills to share,
With that girl he met at the
state-fair.
Seeing real fathers these days
are really rare.
The world is broke and the
world doesn't want a repair-
Mario Perez
Blades grate
chunks of cabbage
scattered on the counter like pallid moss.
Choose
a duck,
its flesh dry and red,
and seasoned,
its broken neck
rigid in the stainless noose.
It looks
so good
in the window,
even better in broth,
on my spoon,
tender
and ready to chew.
The government is a big joke.
Lying to us from their freakin throat.
How can we follow the Shepard when the government is killing the goats?
You will see the picture when the wind clears the smoke.
How can we trust a government that has a lot of different coats?
There is a lot of secrets that never been spoke.
Why is the United States going broke?
I haven't seen the checks that government wrote?
I do believe the U.S.A and a high power are playing poke.
Telling us to vote,
When we know that the president doesn't control the boat.
When this country sinks can someone please tell me if we can float?-Mario Perez
Do life make you vent. I mean, working your but off and still can barely pay your rent?
Well, when life presents events that's harder than cement and you relent because you can't make a dent.
Maybe you need to repent, as your life becomes irrelevant.
Even a life very well spent. There will be lament and discontent and it's alright to vent, just don't keep resentment.
I use to go to church listening to Trip Lee, Tedashii , and Lecrae.
Now I drive by listening to Kirko Bangz, Drake,and Lil Wayne.
Y'all might think that's insane
But I think it's a good thang.
I don't have to see the best thing happen to me go down the drain.
I'm officially comfortable with this change.
I'm ready to move because I'm tired of waking up and everything the same.
Love the family but for some they are reason I'm going derange.
I wanna take a plane to Spain.
Get lost in a girly drank and some novocaine.
I wanna escape this life and the pain.
I wanna set purple rain into flames.
Happiness is what I claim,
Because being sad I'm shame-Mario Perez
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As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire
As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of my belongings
Cursing the raging red-devil that flies
I have molded statue, image so vain
Whispers flow from its giant dead fingers
And the evening shadows do deeply pain
I watch as love's brilliant sunset lingers
Watch I your shadow dancing to the song
And rapturous violin stands to joy play
As the small red ants scurry right along
Dare I say I miss not soul's empty throngs.
You my lover, live for the breath of my desire.
As I vent on you this hot-born sexual fire!
Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
July 7th, 2013
I can’t breathe
What kind of nightmare is this-
Open wound bleeding-
It’s real
Destiny’s cruel joke.
Supposed to be
Attempting to rectify
And testify –
Life is one giant Ferris wheel
One step away from disaster
Just when you think calm after the storm-
You’re hit with the news
And subtly choose-
How to master pain and rise above the truth-
But there’s nothing you can do
I stood in awe of Cathedral art
When someone expelled a booming fart
Beneath a candle
Was Mrs. Randall
With the notorious Bro. Ken Hart
(Happy Valentine's Day, Jan!)