Best Wes Poems
Pweeze wet me expwain, officer -
I taught it was dat wascally wabbit agin...
buwwowing under my ewectric fence,
eating up my cawwots. wettece, my bwoccoli
and-and...even my woot-a-beggers!
He's a weal pest...constantwee hawassing me,
destwoying, wandom wooting, wuining my cwop...
din waughing at me! (Dere outta be a waw)
Wha...awwest me?...Dis is an outwage!
I am a waw-abiding citizen!...Wead me my wights!
I demand pwoper mis-wepwesentation!
I am going diwectly to your superwior office, pwivate!
Bewieve it my fwiend, you will wive to wegwet this...
Ow! Must you be so fweekin WUFF?...Dat hoits!
I have woomatism you know! Powice bwutality! Po...
Aw scwew it...Wes! Wes! I moidered da widdle bum!
(Wunning awound dwessed wike dat
distwibuting doze siwwie cowoured eggs
Embawassing widdle cweature...
It's a downwight disgwace I tell you)
2/26/2013
Success of self named pens in Europe
Made the U.S. the next best niche
Marcel Bich dropped the H in his name
Afriad they would call it a *****
Michael Keaton was running wild
In the title role in Beetlejuice
If it was up to the writers
Sammy Davis Jr. would be let loose
Now they are called flight attendants
But about their name before the gripe
Stewardesses is the longest word
Only the left hand is needed to type
Davy Jones was a popular Monkee
As a matter of fact he was so showy
Another London singer named David Jones
Had to change his name to David Bowie
Director Wes Craven was bullied
In school before all of his fame
He named a villain after the kid
Freddy Krueger his infamous name
Shaney
Artistic, introverted, passionate
Twin sister of Jake, daughter of
Melanie and Wes
Lover of poetry, fashion, music
and creativity
Who feels love, excitement and
nostalgia
Who fears failure, loss and
death
Who would like to see Hawaii,
equality and happiness
Resident of a small town in San
Diego, California
Rose
In the Beginning was the Word
Just a sound really
A somber echo into the abyss
that kickstarted the whole universe
(was the noise beautiful? was it ugly?
who's to say for sure...
...it was the First)
But it did its job
It filled the eternal silence
Before the wonder and the chaos
(before the peace and the violence)
And the Word was with God
But who was He? (or was it She?)
When did IT step up to the plate
to flip on the Switch
and kiss monotony goodbye?
And pronouns aside...
(we got bigger fish to fry,
believe you me)
...stick all the Hows and Whatifs
where the sun don't shine
I wanna know WHY
WHY it's all here instead of not
WHY instead of infinite space
I see nothing but Your Face:
a world full of splendor,
a world full of ugly
(you have a schedule to keep,
but before you leave,
I just wanna know)
WHY you created me
to long for what I couldn't
to do the things I shouldn't
Odds are equally as good
I could have been anyone else
(that's just not the way
the cookie crumbled)
But I guess I could be grateful
(instead of full of pride ... humbled)
(after all) I'm the only Me
that'll ever be around
(and WHY am I writing this now?)
I should be getting into bed,
instead I let unaswerables fill my head
I should have dreams to chase,
roses to smell,
instead I willingly get tangled in the weeds:
forget about the present,
dabble in the past,
fuss about what hasn't happened yet
I can't see the forest for the trees
(don't know the purpose of You
nor the purpose of Me)
Yet I tear open the Bible
with words to read,
and somehow comfortingly
they come back to Thee
The Word became Flesh
And the Flesh started to speak
syllables
... then seeds
Hims, Hers, Wes
And You and Me
sentences
... then sinew
And quick as a wink, wouldn't you know?
A whole human grew...
..cutting the world in two
No longer just Dark and Light, Day and Night
Now we have what's False
Now we have what's True
...and dwelt among us
giving His Blood
He took your broken-pitiful-self
and said,
"It is Enough."
Unsung on the world stage
Heroes of the African continent
Diverse lingo, diverse souls
Capture minds capture hearts
Most unappreciated
Their rhythm echoes
Their wisdom ancient
Music unconventional
Yet heavily intoxicating
From Papa Wemba "show me the way"
I gyrate to Kofi to Fela Gola "vita imana"
I don't have to understand
My hips do as I sway
You can go the whole night dancing to "malaika" by fadhili Williams
But don't drink too much "umqombothi"
You still have time to remember
From the shores of jazz to the apex of jazz
Hugh Masekela always eponymous
For when those hips are exhausted
a break to the sound Bembeya Jazz National "Ballake" always soothes
And the list never disappoints
There is a bite for every saccharine moment
A melody for every savory memory
A satisfactory note
Your ancients called it "engoma"
Rhythmic drums whose sounds traveled
From the eastern tip to the jungle
Now Kingoma is the apex of swahili rhythm
Your "engoma" carried across the shores
Upon many a downtrodden slaves stole
And your rhythm salve for the souls
During periods of darkness and plight
In slavery and apartheid
Through many of your children's plight
Only pleading for their rights
Sam Cooke "A change is gonna come" such delight
But you liberating spirit of "engoma"
Not confined, Cesaria Evora the barefoot diva
Dared break the bounds of boundaries
Trailblazer for your brothers and sisters
No longer a confined orphan
But a shimmering star
And now you fuse a new generation
Always so creative psquare "personally"
To Wes "Alane" to Yossur N'dor
To D'Banj to Akon, shimering stars of the continent
Your children were called the passionate ones
I agree
I lost my spelling and grandma checker
I am an idea roving iround inside on me heade
The lanquagees of today our so misread
why if y go back some yeers in the hundrads
the language was all different , aint that a bummer?
All the errors of times leng ago
the all surmounted to the rooles of now for shoow
we evlove wes do, of this I am sore
I love words even from distance shores
grandma would shoot me, make their be it kno doubt
Dis poem was written by a grammerless lout
Note: Posted a Blog on the same topic!!!
Whee am i, eh?
A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.
Red, Green, Yellow
Once a year ower the Cumberland show,
Livestock, ter an' fro, ter an' fro.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Gypsies, jockeys, towns’ folk alike,
Appleby 'orse-fair awwer the dyke.
Red, Green, Yellow
Scotland has i's 'aggis, Lancashire i's ho' pot,
We 'ave uz sausage an' tha' does uz lo'.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Ice-cream a' Allonby shiftin' ter Silloth on sea,
Righ' round Wes' Cumbria an' back yam fur scordy, like eh.
Red, Green, Yellow
Up a' five an' ou' a' dawn,
The 'aaf-ne' fishers, early morn, like eh.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Keswick, Caldbeck an' Seascale too,
All the visitors passin' through.
Red, Green, Yellow
There’s Por' Carlisle on the warl,
People comin' yan an' all.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Whee am i, eh?
A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.
TRIMDON GRANGE EXPLOSION *
( 16 FEB 1882, DURHAM, ENGLAND )
Noo March is heor and the wind she’s cowld *
But the sixty nine sowls divvent feel it - strange
Theor noo wheor they feel nee cowld and nivver get owld
Since they gave theor sowls at Trimdon Grange.
Last month on that bad sixteenth day
Owld Widow Burnett went to church to pray
For the three fine sons she once cherished
Noo, aal too soon, they hev aal perished
In thet dusty pit the rolleyways worn’t proper wattored *
And in the Harvey Seam - a thoosand foot doon
And three miles lang - that’s aal thet mattored.
The goaves * wor filled wi’ gas and the dust wes aal around.
They winnet be gannin yem nee maor *
Nor scrannin theor supper o’ pan hagglety *
Nor hengin theor coats yon under the staor
Nor scoffin theor bait and sugary tea
Wor footbaal tyem’s gannin tiv miss the lads
Joseph, Geordie, and James and the fower Broons
We’ll nivver forgit what gyems we had
And when we skelped Hartlepool Toon *
At Durham Big Meetin as the bands made a start
And the teams showed theor best to the crood
We were cowpin wor creels in the clart *
and shootin the odds o’ Hartlepool oot lood.
Oh weel, they left hame that morning to eorn theor daily bread;
Noo theor scrannin in a place where danger is nee maor.
Sixty nine men and boys wor numbered wi the dead.
Aye, death will pay us aal a visit : they hev ownly gone befaor.
…………………………………………………………………………
* One of the worst coal mining disasters in England
* The dialect is known as “Geordie” and is still widely known today in the UK. It
is the dialect of my own childhood, sadly now heavily overlain with standard English.
* Watering kept the explosive dust under control
* A goaf was a working gallery in the mine
* Pan hagglety - a fried mutton dish
* The Trimdon Grange soccer team beat Hartlepool’s team the previous year.
* They won’t be going home any more
* Doing somersaults on the muddy ground
Wes Wilson wore a toupee
which cost him a month's pay.
Then one night
it took flight
when spotted by a bird of prey.
The night that she witness Ghost face
It was a dark tragic night , a girl name Lise was getting ready to watch an Emilio Estevez movie.
That night she gets a call from a strange person lurking somewhere around her house in the dark peaceful shadows. So the strange man on the phone stalks her and ask her what’s her favorite scary movie ? She felt scared and harassed that she hangs up on the wicked mask man . He keeps on calling and quizzed her about horror trivia that she doesn’t know so Lise fails and The man with the white Ghost face mask with a black cloak on his head with a butcher knife in his hand comes after Lise and slays her with a butcher knife stabbing her multiple times in the chest and cut out her throat out and he took her head apart and carry it with him by cooking it in the oven and eating her bloody flesh head off deliciously. The Night that she witness Ghost face has vanished and he kills every pretty teenage girls every Halloween when they are alone in the house . And Her bloody corpse were never found by her family , friend’s or the police.
Rest in peace Wes Craven
August 2 , 1939 – August 30 , 2015
Whisper to a scream
Son of a legend, and the greatest of Danes,
A towering keeper with success in his veins,
From a boy at United he’s developed and grown,
And now Kaspar Schmeichel as a Champion is known.
A tireless worker on the right of defence,
With both pace and great timing mixed with tactical sense,
Though with less of the fuss that surrounds his team mates,
Danny Simpson belongs on the roll of fox greats.
The captain of Austria and a bit of a lad,
Though defensive at first, an attacking launch pad,
He is sure to be present in the history books,
He’s our Austrian left back, Christian Fuchs.
A man or a mountain, or a Teutonic knight,
Standing strong in the tackle, always up for the fight,
He’s a twice honoured champion, not too long in the tooth
He is known by just one word, and that word is Huth.
He’s the captain of captains, he’s our fearless fox leader,
Made a bang in the premier like a blue Al Queda,
He is Wesley (Wes) Morgan or Big Wes to his mates,
And he’s up there with Walsh and the rest of the greats.
While cleaning my house one night,
I heard a noise outside real clear.
I looked out the door and to my surprise
Ol’ Wes, ol’ Craig, and Rocky was there
These little varmints, are varmints indeed,
Three pesky little coons.
They live to investigate what’s on my porch
Those silly, silly goons.
I shooed them away by stomping my foot
But they sat there and looked at me.
Those crazy coons went and made me mad
That was Wes and Craig and Rocky
One of these days, I’ll have revenge
Revenge on these coons, you see.
I’ll get so I can outsmart them
And they won’t outsmart me!
It was not until, you made a step
Until your waxed ear, got my plea
The hunger for meal, me to be rep'
Your suppressed fear, immersed in sea
Your oppressed will, your wing flep'
Yea until you assassinated, your otherlike phobia
When your abstinence resisted, falling rough with mea
Shunning the tough scale, to hold my bear
You all alone decided, despite your expensive knee
You moved so spirited, I whispered in your ear
When you brought her live, she was so faithful
As I did say slowwlyy! She said what!
From the heart the hive, dripped honey for ear
The tongue tip fully, tipped her neck near
Thicker than water flew, flew and flew
The master went no, but said 'moro
Tomorrow the ear knew, master brought new
Your message heartbroken you, for you dreamt yes
It was not until when, when the way I guess
When you said yes, of cause you felt
And saw yes actually, the sun then rose
And stood from wes', your heart truly melt
A night for Romance
Wes at on an upturned boat of the type of “the old man and the sea.”
by Ernest Hemingway used, the night had all the ingredients needed
for romance, full moon and glittering stars on blue velvet.
She gave herself to me, how trite and old fashion this sentence sound
nevertheless, it was so, sixty years ago.
I gave her a cheap wristwatch bought in Genoa it was hopelessly slow.
I think it was in some small seaport in Guatemala or some other
the port on the coast of Latin America and the year was 1964.
Then the night paled I could see my ship it was ready to set sail
to some other destination. And so many years later her kisses
still lingers on my lips.
No one to love, no one to care.
No one to fill this heart full of despair.
I just wish there wes somone who coudd just repair
a heart that was once broken and never did it again pair.
Truly said is that finding true love is very rare
and alas i could not get there
now all I could do is stand still and stare
For i have no one to luv no one to care.