Best Vol Poems
Another fresh year is here,
I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.
I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
and give the people around me nothing but the best.
I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.
I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.
I would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.
I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
and spend more time in loving.
I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
and speak only the truth and for that be courageous.
I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
and cover them all with feelings that are friendly.
I would love to learn to be sensitive,
and towards others be open and receptive.
I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.
I would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.
I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
and work to help out for carbon emission decrease.
I would love to learn to be unforgiving,
and be more tolerant and caring.
I would love to right some of my wrongs,
and be true to myself and hum joyous songs.
Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.
*written for Verlena's Contest "EBONICS, Let's Do Some Slang"
SHAWTY,
Yir' boy fin' ta' told ya' bout some lessons in what the Man call Ebonics.
Cus' I gots' this!
Like the young fellow named Carmello on the New York Knicks,
and girrrrrl I got mo' slang in my verse than the words of them nerds
down at Hooked On Phon-ics
I TRIED TA' TOLD YA"LL...
I keeps my flows tight,
Fam ,
cus word is bond like James
and I ain't talkin' Rick James, RIIIGHT!
Ya' see, round cheer,
between Normandy and Western,
what we call this is a little "Twennie Twin Twin"
but round the way,
where you stay,
they just may call this a "Sinny Sin Sin!"
Yo, hold up baby girl...
Lemme ax you suh-um...
Who you be with?
cus Shawty, how you look,
is off the hook,
and Boo-Boo you is suh-um I can see me with with!
Yo Yo Yo! Wait! Hold up girrrl! Where you goin'?
'Sup honey child,
You know my favorite basketball player used to be Yao Ming!
Ya-Mean?
Get it Yao Ming?
Yaa-Mean!?!-----(crickets chirp-ing fir' certain)
Lady Queen, come on back to me!
Yo, my jokes may be stupid, but they clean,
B'sides, I coulda' been' said something idiotic like Idi Amin,
Yaa-Mean?
And the homey don't even play no basketball, ya dig?
Yes YESHall! ...
Better put that ON SOMETHIN'!
And you KNOW THIS!----(awww heck naw, Shawty dipped...)
THE COFFEE SHOP
BY EZAR AND STEPHANIE
The Coffee Shop (Male)
It was a warm summer afternoon; As the sun covered the sidewalk like they were bride and groom.
On my way to the coffee shop, a place where I often stop… In the downtown city blocks.
Wearing cream designer shirt, shoes, slacks, and socks; I saw walking towards me a lady with beauty on lock; Designer dressed from bottom to top.
Louis Vuitton heels, the color of scorching hot; Thinking to myself, she deserve props. Not realizing that we were both headed to coffee shop, a place where I often stopped.
Like a gentleman, I open the door to let her in Prada is what I smelled in the wind.
Oh my, she had thick legs and thick thighs Brown skin with light brown eyes.
Headed to the Bristo with a laptop by her side…
She ordered a caramel latte. What do I do to break the ice and conversate?
At the coffee shop a place where I often stopped.
Written by Ezar Williams
The Coffee Shop (Female)
Work heavy on my mind; Mid day, need to break away and unwind
The weather is warm to my skin; The air is breezy and fresh as I take it all in…On my way to the coffee shop where I often stop.
Laptop in one hand, purse in the other; As I walked towards the door, I noticed a “Brotha”?
Tall, dark, and handsome would not be original; This Brotha has stance, confidence of someone spiritual.
He opened the door, as a gentleman should; I walked by, nodded politely, but in my mind he stood.
His eyes spoke, and his smile remained still; Designer dressed, shoes, matching hat, dressed to kill.
I headed to the counter to order my favorite drink as if I wasn’t fazed; By his inviting stature or silent praise.
“Caramel Latte” I request, “I’ll be at my usual table” I directed.
Something was different at the coffee shop, a place where I often stopped.
Written by Stephanie Jones
Madness exuded like the
war cries of epic battles
and sagas' past,
the myth of man and
the passionate woman.
As the eruption
began to procure its
preparations, Prince Alarumdives,
a moment with the King,
solace, questioning divinity.
"My father, what troubles
plague us? The trumpets
do sound, do us not, impede
decision, for moment's wisdom,
pray we gather and bring
forth a judgement non-grievous."
"Alarumdives, Alarumdives. . .
why we struggle; and endure,
our precious privy, our passion,
our victorious role, a
maddening hysteria,
turmoil, envy? Malice?
These perilous endeavors
that this kingdom, rightly
now, yours and mine,
forevermore, must uphold,
boldly, righteously, justice
and its decree."
"Father, this constance,
unhappy we, if respect
is compromised, be it for
balance, ignorance I
plead, for precious love,
my Geinere. . . ."
"Alarumdives, your wisdom
exceeds you, a gentle
harmony passed. Be it
sincere, your declarations
to cherish, this unition
of marriage, not as
virtue, for loves' royal
to the commons, not.
Can'st be, your labors,
this battle staging as
war closely approaches,
a test, shall worthy
proven, joy then."
"My father, this Luciferus
impediment, a call to
arms, due parry peasant
royalty. A falling star,
my mercies upon, this
calling of crusade, of
scarlet tides of Eden's
embrace, goodness surely
redeemed. As graceful knight,
I embark, these ardors
of dire tragedies, kingdoms
indifferent, be it of ill-virtue,
of ill-decree? May the spirits
that beckon bring forth
victory."
"Alarumdives, much needful
preparation, call'st to
arms, for the galleys
of this kingdom bulging
with cannon. I am to
the balcon to esquire,
gather, hence I salute."
"The masterful sounding of
the ram's horn, a call
to bravery!"
The hills of high, there
did stand, a large
platoon, the flags of
Scotland, a summoning
to port Wales. Torches
afire, blazening with
the perils of passion
and vixen angelic.
Viewing from afar, a
messenger apart, battle
today, no question.
As both tides
prepared for climax,
the gallians, sure
mighty, though as
the Gods did pray,
only a taste, hints
of nothing more.
The horns did exude,
and battle, that
erupted, was as
the raging winds
of Tyr. . . .
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Another voice then raised up
It was the doctor of this town
"I've examined the Sheriff's body
But no bullet wound was found"
"Now gentlemen, I advise you
There is something I suspect
if you go and hang this stranger
It'll be something you'll regret "
The crowd became solemn
and took the rope from 'round my neck
Some said "They're sorry
and other's "What the heck"
Some were disappointed
while others were relieved
But, I was glad the doctor was a man
they all believed
I pushed my way through the crowd
to were the doctor had knelt down
He still was searching for a wound
While folks, watching made no sound
But as I stood there looking
something evil came to mind
I told the Doc "Remove his scarf
and see what you might find"
To be continued Monday
Zack says "Have a great weekend"
Heeehawww!
As the Doc removed the scarf
that was 'round the Sheriff's neck
He did it with great care
That shown a sign if deep respect
The Sheriff was well liked
and through the years made many friends
So it was understandable
they were shocked to see his end
The Doctor then remarked
"There a bite mark on his throat
and it seems a small amount blood
stained the collar of his coat
"What do you make of that"? said Doc
While looking up at me
"Perhaps a bite from a bat,
I think Doc you'd agree"
"Well, that's some bat, a monster
I haven't seen,with my own eyes,
has anybody here,
seen a creature of that size
The town folk looking puzzled
Now mumbling in vain
was giving way to panic
as their latent courage waned
That's when the crowd dispersed
To the safety of their homes
Emptying the streets
Leaving me and Doc alone
Yes, I'm sure Doc heard the stories
But he hadn't realized
that the Sheriff must be buried
and tonight would be most wise
To be continued Friday WhooooooooooRaaaaaaaaa
The maiden's nipples
swollen, her bosom
flush with excitement,
hailing her goddess as
she slighted very
eloquently, puissant.
The goodness they
shared was of sinful
reproach, a somber
obedience of lovers'
admiration.
The dusk laden sky
flickered with prose,
the sorrows of
Belial's romance of lost
mysteries and his
vengeant domineer,
his bravado, his
masculinity, cascading
like spirals of chaos
and the chimes of
instilled darkness
climaxing to the
sojourn of forbidden
pleasures.
Gently now,
Belial eased this
fair lady to her lover's
demand, her patience
swelling between her
thighs, burning. . .
eternally.
- - - -
I.
Awoken from a dream,
a fair common was she,
her beauty unsurpassed
only by her soulful
demeanor and natural
prelude. Her femininity
and subtle prowess
always the victor,
her passion a hearkening
rose upon a lonely
desolate scorn. Her
feelings a bit feverish,
there now, nothingness
and the harlots of
misery and the massacre
of saintliness. The venom
there pulsing now,
was evermore raspy,
and only to the
delight of our royal
antiquities, vespers
of envy, of anger's delight,
of beckoning glee, a
madman's exuberation to
the deafening hysterias
of mischief's vertigo.
A marriage. . .
arranged, a stiffening
King to his Prince's
triumph over darkness.
Yes, this common peasant
and her divine bounty
was as a peril of Eve
searching for her lost
Eden.
There being no more
reprise, bitter, for her
burden, she was to share.
Somber eyes and
a broom for everyone
to take hold. Yes, the
beauty of a fair maiden
this, so vast and of
such masterful drab,
splendor to all of
the shared treasures
in spirits.
Rage!
A taunting basilisk,
enslaying our vat of
christendom and devotion.
To this day, of prayerful
morn, maiden Geinere,
awoke, scarlet fever.
Geinere's frailty
was that of an abandoned
child, lost in the world.
Her hurt was so that
of anguish and desperation,
her heart burdened by
his hateful words.
His domineerance, his
drunken righteousness,
protruding as a writ
man. A careful prodigy
was he, as his stupor
conceited to arousal
and a display of power.
"Geinere, calm thee now.
Closer, though not
as baffled, as I, for
you are in dear service,
fulfilling thee! Serve
your King graciously."
"My lord, pray thee no. . . ."
"Our bitter wench felt,
be this night, hence everafter,
I make thee worthy, art
the entail."
Tears erupted from poor Geinere.
Her soul departing as the
King's demands advanced.
Her innocence and essence
robbed of her, cheated now always,
a sullen amort. Her woes,
her unheard cries, her
tender virginity taken
from her, now left mad,
sadness and melancholy,
would be her muse.
Pain,
agonizing sorrow,
though unrightly welcomed.
For upon this eve of
tyranny and degradation
a seed of humility was
planted with no roots
of nurturance. The
passion shed would remain
a scar upon the royalties
of a forgotten King
and instill a harlotry
of peasant virtue upon
the dear maiden
and this dire kingdom.
As Geinere unwillingly
embraced the bastardly
disobedience of the
King and his dark
vespers of misery, her
turmoil greatened,
her flower taken,
her essence floundered.
The act maliciously foresaken.
"Oh angels, plentiful,"
chimed the King,
his behemoth of
propriety and lust
now ripe with vigor.
"In thy hopes of your goodwill,
overpowered, as vassal
actress, a call for
repeal."
"Begone Geinere!
Out of my chamber,
accusations found,
for I am certain, upon
your unwanted fulfillment
of matrimony. A
gift of guilt for you
hereafter!"
The night faded
as a moon blush tainted,
fell from the heavens.
After the closing arguments I'm still hearing arguments
everybody got an opinion on my legal decision, but if you wasn't
in my shoes what gives you the right to tell me what I should do,
it's true I didn't really love her as Christ loved the church so I
guess I bent the rules and I guess that's a sin and I'll take that,
but there's stuff that she did that you can't take back, and I forgave
that but I'll never forget, it's crazy how all these chicks is now
coming to her defense and I won't name names, but how can
you defend her actions she did her dirt I left she's now an ex
wife Yeah that's past tensed, plus she's a deadbeat three years
and counting and this the one y'all defending, bring in the
accounting any other country she would've got a death sentence,
but let make me this clear I ain't taking shots at her, I just know
she torched her bridges and I reached my tether, we are not the same
no matter how many times she told me she changed who looks
back anyway when you moving forward in your lane, so
nevermind the pain I'm over it question is can y'all get over this
is their a hurdle or something, enough is enough what I produce
is production, I was pursuing love she wanted that sexual
eruption, so everyone that's jumping on her band wagon I'm
sure y'all think she deserves it, but I'm done point blank period
and this here is the verdict.
5
MJ DiBenedetto and CS Parker
Today is a gift
It could help me shift
From feeling sad wishing
Things could have been different, uplifting
The truth is thin for me
Maybe for you too
To uplift my spirits
And thank my higher power
For giving me each hour
To love my life and begin again
To make the best of what I’ve been given
Each day to relax, interact, connect,
To live, love and learn
All past mistakes to accept
And move on without regrets
I look myself in the mirror and I
quickly look away, the man I see
before me was different yesterday
seems to me I worship the same
God everyday, I been a slave to my
flesh for too long still I'm hoping
today is my payday, Mayday my life
is in a state of emergency, they say
it's power in prayer I hope so
because me not doing so is hurting
me, my surgeon says I gotta heart
condition and the only way to fix it
is to be sincere with repentance,
forgiveness only takes place when
the heart is broken and contrite,
psych 101 when your mind is a
slave, no matter how hard you try
it's hard to escape, but the father
threw a rope a way out of this
destruction, the son gave it all up
and it cost us nothing. So as I look
back into that mirror I see what he
saw imperfect perfection, sanctified
sinner who by faith and grace he
predestined
HE PAID MY DEBT
WHEN I FOUND THAT OUT I BEGIN TO WEPT
THE DEVIL HAD ME CRAVING
IN BONDAGE AND MISERABLE SLAVING
I WENT THROUGH A LOT OF PAIN
AND ASK THE LORD PLEASE LET IT RAIN
THE LORD TOLD ME, HE PAID THE COST FOR EARTH AGONY
AND VALUE THE LIFE OF HUMANITY
EVEN WITH ALL THE TEARS MY GOD HAD TAKEN THE HUMILITY
WITH ALL ME SINNING EVEN TO SPAT ON HIS FACE
BUT YET HE OPEN IS ARM AN STILL EARN FOR MY EMBRACE
HE PAID MY DEBT THROUGH HIS AMAZING GRACE
OH LORD I CRIED AND REPENT IT IS YOURS I PLEA
YOUR MERCY I SEE IS ALL FROM THEE
YOUR EVERLASTING BREATH YOU BREATH IN ME
WRITTEN BY STANLEY JEAN JACQUES
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A badge laid there upon the desk
Barely shining thru the dust
and the six gun there beside it
neglected, full of rust
There hadn't been a sheriff here
For days or months nor years
and since that day the sheriff died
The town was gripped by fear
It didn't seem that long ago
It feels like yesterday
The streets were filled with people
and the children hard at play
That was until that stormy night
when a stranger came to town
Looking for the sheriff
with intent to gun him down
I was in the lobby
at the hotel 'cross the street
asking for a room
and a place where I might eat
When I glanced out of the window
where the street lamp lit the night
I saw the shadows of two men
as they began to fight
I thought that maybe I should help
but I've been down that road before
I've learn to mind my business
It's just something that I swore
But lookin' back, I might have changed
the future of this town
Or ended up "here" for good!
six feet underground
To Be Continued Tomorrow same time, same place
HeeeeYaaaaaa !!!
- - - -
To the gardens. . . of celebration!
- - - -
As the birds chirped,
the sunlit golden,
the merry cries of
glee, for upon this
day a proclamation
of love ever-after. Though
ne'er yet had the
splendor been sighted,
jestered by many a perchance
of foolish folly,
a fellowship to the King.
Unbeknownst, a
yield to the forbiddance
of Hecate's personification
and a dire love of
familiar waft.
"For thee, upon the
hour of striking,
our quartet, profound,
still-born, the
forfeiture lag, our
gentile courtship,"
a voice of princely charm
did vesper.
"Taken aback, my
blossoming serenity,
tears of burden and
crying shame, the
kingdom and its
dungeon," Geinere's
essence declared.
"What'st thou speak of?"
The sentiments of a
conceited King.
Geinere, her mind
ailing, fever and
nausea coarsened
her. Sorrowful
thoughts of arrogance
and its unquenching
tale. Tragedies and
the grievances there
upon, for whom so
yet to embark.
Tears began to
stream down poor
Geinere's flush cheeks.
Her soul tarnished
amidst the excitement
of triumph and the
beckoning woes of
peasant parry royalty.
This dreadful day
lacking of divinity.
For there no poorer
game of betrayal
and scarred virtue,
than this sorrowful eve. . .
of bitter scorn,
and hateful deceit.
For a night
of beggar's delight,
the handsome prince
Alarumdives, maiden
Geinere, and a celebration
aye the more kisses
pricked ne'er a secret
scurvy. Hence,
a hidden barbaso,
royalty betaking an
ensigns way of lechery
to those of lower
chaste, welcoming a
jarrago of arousal,
silence. . . mischievous
silence, hastened only
by a King made bitter.
For his son's charm
and admiration, he
would pronounce his
demand for respect.
For surest upkeep his
pride and majesty,
an undertaking of
bane, as the waves
of splendor, owe.
DEBT MADE ME BITTER
CREEPING BENEATH MY NOSTRIL LIKE LITTLE CRITTERS
DEBT HAVE ROB MY JOY AND DREAMS
DROWNING ME THROUGH AN UNREWARDING STREAMS
I HAD MADE A PLEDGE
TO PAY OF THESE DEBT,
BUT WHAT I DID WAS NOT WELL KEPT
I HAD LATE FEE AND OVER THE LIMIT FEE
ALL THESE DEBT STING ME LIKE A BEE
I GOT CALL EVERY WHERE WITH HIGH INTEREST RATES
CAN'T BARELY PUT ONE GRAIN OF RICE ON MY PLASTIC PLATE
DEBT HAD DIVIDE MY FAMILY
DEVASTATING MY AUTHORITY
DEBT CAUSE ME TO LIVE IN FEAR
BARRICADE MY EYES WITH TEARS
DEBT DOESN'T WANT YOU TO SAVE MONEY
ONCE YOU ARE TRAP, BOY IT'S NOT FUNNY
DEBT HAD TAKEN CONTROL OVER MY LIFE
I THOUGHT THAT I WILL NEVER HAVE A WIFE
DEBT HAS PUT ME DOWN DRASTICALLY
BUT I TRUST GOD AND HAVE FAITH AND I AM ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY
BY STANLEY JEAN JACQUES