Best Weve Poems
Proud fathers and relatives of the past.
Ghost's of thoose first Irish americans.
Eventhough the ignorant tried to kill us
still we did last.
Using are fists and breaking are backs.
from New York to Boston.
Green blood dries in the tracks.
Beautiful Island of green we left yet still
within are souls you stay.
From Belfast to Dublin In croweded streets
were children play.
Some call us paddy the brave few dare say mic.
Hate filled people casting stones
at the weak and sick.
As we viewed a new promise we
were met with a black eye.
But from the church to the pud.
The Irish were to strong to die.
And for all thoose who fought so I my
may talk to you from this stool I sit.
I promise you children of Eran .
I shall never quit.
So may the people dance and sing while the whiskey
does flow.
Let the young carry the torch
so all may know.
from shamrocks to St Patricks day.
Weve come to far.
So we shall never go away.
Jehovah of Armies
made a count one day
of all His weapons
keeping man at bay
of non leathal weapons
He gave the skunk his stink
and a little less harmless
the octopus' ink
sometimes more is needed
to get a point across
a little pain and fear
to impress a loss
soon there will be no doubt
about how they feel
if just once they touch
the electric eel
always beware of
little thing with wings
some may bite
and some may sting
one final warning
and one final note
a very harsh warning
is a bunt of a goat
but for those who are
less fearful
and bent on adventure
who challenges the snows
and suns of nature
to those that would climb
Gods invisible wall
shatter Gods ceiling
ignore Gods calls
for those who would face
the ultimate threat
the deadliest creatchers
man has ever met
Gods final judgement
more or less
escape from these creatures
the ultimate conquest
you've made it this far
dont stop now
how much more can you defy
Gods laws
you may escape the tigers claws
be just missed by hungry jaws
quick enough to avoid the cobras strike
smart enough not to challenge
the elephants might
witty enough to escape
the anaconda grip
be very careful not to slip
lucky enough to avoid all fangs
with venomous and vicious names
tempting not the bull
to gore
declairing never to stand behind
a mule once more
so far weve made it
still living and breathing
Jehovah of Armies
protecting and scheming
Your voice reminds me why going deaf aint so bad.
And why the old men down at the park
slowley go mad.
It's filled with regret over what what never will be.
That house in the hills.
The fancy cars the side little pets and poolboys.
Fake plastic faces to match the the fake personality's
So now your voice fills with anger and a touch of
failure.
I here the rejection even in my sleep.
It stabs me in my spine.
Doing that which your own hatred does for you.
You look to me as a inmate and as paycheck
Were cellmates not lovers we torture
for weve forgot to love.
Your voice echos
to my grave.
saying you could at least taken out the trash befor you kicked the bucket
you lazy bum.
Its been years since we met each other
I know you like a sister and you know me like a brother
We never had thoughts of ever being with each other
Weve Dated many others so why even bother
But I love you like no other ever would
Ill have you next to me at all times if I could
But we are opposites on the mind
You got large goals and I give hard times
My minds in the gutter and yours is positive at all times
Girl you know I ain't lying
I would never want for you to get minimized
I will try helping you reach towards the sky
You are important to me and I want you to succeed
On whatever your mind chooses you to be
Even if it means loosing you for better in the end
Always and for ever your true friend
You know what you mean to me
Many days come and go but I keep you on my mind
The thought of loosing a friend
Trembles me and shivers me down to my spine
Just know that your worth the wait
Ill be their to help you threw tough days
The love for you
cant nobody take it away
younger than me she happens to be
prettier than me she happens to be
smarter than me she happens to be
we are both trapped and ready to break free
in a world of lonthsome,anguish and pain
foster care has left us used and slain
we will yet be remembered, they will speak our name
our memory will haunt the ones who hurt us
we will never be left in vain
understand that we are greater than you
understand we are smarter than you
you dont understand what weve been through
but understand this...
we still love you
she is my best friend
and she understands
now we concured the pain
we are not in vain
we walk in the sand
hand in hand
no longer lonly
and wet with rain
... we have won
Partys for couples new lovers and just friends.
Music to fill the night the streets of New york
breath life to old flames keeping even jaded souls warm.
The lonley gather round the TV.
sharing a glimpse at something we all yern to have.
And from the up high the streets seem magic tonight.
the soudtrack of the night will echo
into are hungover minds with a painful yet happy reminder
of last nights celebration.
Late night lovers will smile and go there awkward ways.
So many acts in so many different plays.
creeping back to are corners in lastnights suit and tie.
Tight little black dress kiss worn lips
acting happier than two kids ragged in need of a shave
you with hair in a mess.
And for friends that gather to relive not so real
past glory.
The pages are left to the writter.
To add to lastnights not so original story.
As the barflys gather to battle another unsober day.
I watch this first new day anew.
Take a sip from my flask and thank the lord
for one more year with you.
And tonight I say to you all raise that glass.
kiss that stranger you know so well.
Laugh love and live.
And thank whomever ya choose weve made it through another
year to tell.
i cant deny
i seek to fool the interlock
jockey quick to interact
the vista stitched to chili socks
so quick to miss who really rocks
a kid can list the million pox
that riddle the most civil thoughts
freedom needs some nourishment
the evil deeds with servants sent
jealousy a thirsty quench
the melody a ghastly wrench
two pennies hardly make a dent
flabbergast, tricks in contempt
the ladder casted main event
for many cases cause to vent
ideally equal no small percent
super man or mr. kent?
peter pan on the internet
workin on my seventh sense
send me all your sentiments
assets that are moral dense
floral holding sponsorship
counting all the counterfeit
monetary partially
cationically the catalyst to counter it
shocking im seeing toxic
the images not the objects
the sequence of events
perpetuating these prospects
im guesstimating weve lost it
ego the evil holding
our courage hostage
the future much closer to hospice
Life is occasionally called a "Rat race" for a reason...
There are times we need to step back
from life's ubiquitous and toilsome menageries
reflecting on where we are in relation to
our hopes, dreams, goals, and plans.
In sum, we need to refocus
to understand.
And remember
who we are deep within our own skin,
hearts, minds and souls
or whatever it is we think of as being
a meaningful member of this universe
with an incalculable multitude
of thoughts and memories
to have and hold...
While having to decide which road to take
when there's a fork just up ahead
we ought to take a deep breath in
and feel the wind
as it begins to overtake
tension deep inside our minds, seeking
a new paradigm
and letting go of what we know
or what we think is true...
and closing our eyes to realize
the road that we’ve been looking for
is right in front
of me and you.
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be
She’s pretty and witty, clever and kind
The very best sista you’ll ever find
Then why do I feel such gross contempt
When people pay her a compliment?
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be
Her body language says it all
She’s confident with one and all
So why must I stifle that bitter call
“Doesn’t pride come before a fall!"?
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be
At school she was a model student
Her grades had no room for improvement
Achieving A’s and B’s with ease
Compared to sister's C’S and D’s
My Sista’s not a bit like me
She’s everything I’d like to be.
A child to swell Parental pride,
Creating warmth and joy inside,
While constant cries of, "Out to play"
Convinced me I was in the way!
My Sista’s not a bit like me,
She’s everything I’d like to be;
Today I glanced into the mirror
I’m sure I look a little thinner!
I seem to be a little taller!
Oh gosh! Those curves were made to order!
Was that me or my big Sista?
No its me, a double vista,
Reflecting likeness twixt us two,
A mirror image through and through;
Weve always been alike you know,
My new grown body told me so!
Sometimes when i say goodbye.
I wonder how I hold it togather befor
the phone touches the reciever.
Does she know the pain I mask.
Memories make us drunk with emotion.
Time makes us bitter from the cold.
And in the darkness she brings light.
Under the ice she creates warmth.
She kisses the past away.
My shelter in which to run
If I choose to lead so does she follow.
Two halfs of one heart.
Weve walked across broken glass to lay
in a feather bed.
The nights passionet flow
her head apon my chest.
And how could I find one so perfect for me.
Distance takes the heart and traces the tear.
Such comfort brought from the understanding.
That pain would be erased if she were here.
Jules i see that next day as a promise
set in stone.
That from that first hello
we found in one another a reason to never be alone.
The highway rolls into the horizen
eternal is the love.
As a sun sets apon the ocean we stand
my arms wrapped around you waves crash into the shore.
In love I give everything.
For i could spend a lifetime here with you.
And still thirst for more.
With words we struggle to say.
What flows from the pen.
Also bleeds form the soul and that
shall never go away.
Dedicated To Jules honey sometimes not even the page can say
all that heart holds
Love always John Patrick Robbins
Either me or the highway,what did I do.either me or the highway,i thought you loved me.either me or the highway,what happen to the real you.either me or the highway,everything is falling apart slowly.either me or the highway, am still in love with you.either me or the highway,please don't walk away from what we have build together.either me or the highway,weve been through thick and thin,either me or the highway,been through ups and downs.either me or the highway,dont u wanna work things out either me or the highway,i guess there's nothing else to do but to say goodbye.either me or the high way,my love for u will aways be within my broken heart.
The bright sky after the storm.
The rains smell washed clean.
confessions of the innocent gentle and forlorn.
As in visions we seek the a place beyond
what others can claim to have seen.
As the view does vanish.
we reflect apon its perfection as is
caught within a dream.
Hands of ice thoughts as stubborn
cast in stone.
To bitter to admit the pain
So prison from a view unknown.
In a dark landscape there may exist light
over the next ridge but who will journey to see.
It's a choice we must make to try and fail
or wallow in misery.
Children dream without limits so why should
we stop with time.
Age effects all like the pages
of a book of rhyme.
We dream so long only to marvle to the
monsters weve grown.
Thoughts for sale are a mystery.
from this view unknown
kiss me in the morning,
lets have breakfast in bed
solo in the organ,
playing in my head
this scene a classic,
not many compare
she was attractive
showed me how to care
thats the first thing and the last thing,
i wana feel
it was something to remember
touched by holy feathers
blessing no disguise
i would do forever
thinking of the weather
foreshadow hanging in the sky
im seeing without eyes
our rhythms aligned
thats the first thing and the last thing,
i wana feel
tell me all your secrets
trust me with your sacred
watch me keep it patient
till my lights have faded
ride or die, we naked
exposure couldnt fake it
hold my hand and face it
look what weve created
thats the first thing and the last thing,
i wana feel
Do I hold any value
to you?
Cause you are a
million dollar bill
Guess it all depends
on the world view
Truth is im ill
Paper can be so
light
Life has set us
apart
I'm in its left hand
while you're its
right
Know you're still in
my heart
You still make my
broken clock tick
Get in my head
Your that chick
Otherwise im brain
dead
Truth is you deserve
the best
Go and do what I
cannot
I'm failing gods
test
Just use my strength
I forgot
10 bucks to anyone
who understands it
;)
Edit - 8/9/14
I'm gonna just say
the meaning behind
it line by line
since no one gets
it, haha.
Am I worth anything
to this girl, she is
everything to me.
But then again that
depends on how
society views us two
individually since
most peoples
standards of the
opposite sex is also
determined alot
by social status.
I have issues.
Paper ( money ) can
be light and
fragile.
but people would
really take care of
a million dollar
bill if it existed.
aka the girl
Weve been apart.
Im in a totally
different state of
mind and life then
she is now.
But she is still in
my heart.
Shes still the one i
think about.
Am I still what she
does?.
I need her help to
escape my issues.
However I understand
why were apart and
you deserve the
best.
Do life at its best
cause the girl
really is an
achiever and a great
girl.
Im failing but you
should continue to
succeed.
I learned to accept good with the
bad.. The ugly ruined everything we
ever had, realizing u were
everything I ever had. said u didnt
rly care & thats what makes me mad
dnt kno if its a lie or if a fact..
Regardless shouldve been there for
u cus I still see my futur in ur
hands.. Whether or not & thats what
makes it sad.. If need be ill let go its
all part of the plan itll be hard cus ur
like my bestfriend& my right hand.
Know me better than myself u truly
understand.. Im truly sorry& I hope
that u understand accept the fact
that im really sorry.. Hope ur
around for life maybe make me ur
wife.. From writting ur name In sand
til forever id want u to b my man.. A
lil daughter or a son holdin both our
hands. I might be in dreamland cus
the dreams weve had.. Know I fkd
up
but papi can we stick to the plan?
Though ur gone ur the only 1 that
has me hanging on.. Even if it takes
forever ill never do u wrong.. U
dissed me I dissed u baby we both
were wrong. Im still here cus our
bond is so strong correct me if u
think im wrong but since 16 u kno
dat I been on.
Without pride this time.,still I loved
u for so long.. Im stuck prayin hopin
that u aint moved on. I look up to u
know I believe in u id prolly die for
u always ride for u..