Doin Poems - Poems about Doin

Whatcha Doin' For Lunch

Can't believe how youse guys rallied round
When I said I was feeling a bit down
I'm blown away by your unbelievable friendship
You're the sweetest bunch of people around

Poets all seem to be warm and sensitive
Guess it's because we write about love
Reminding us about the true meaning of life
Tends to give our hearts a wee shove

I'm eternally

What Umma Be Doin In 21

umma be smokin that's what umma be doin. no 2 puff stuff but some 2 punch stuff on some goals, some desires,some thangs i'm still on fire for some little things that's big thangs now..some 2 shot 2 punch knockout on covid-19..passport clean. so what umma be doin in 21 is putting my input for

O' Little Robin What Ya Doin-

head bobbing, weaving
little Robin lit on ground
what are you eating


3/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

How You Doin Hard-Rock Crossover

Hay! Baby (scream/loud)

How you doin! (loud and sharp/stretch-out)

My name is Joe cool (he winks his eye (lie)

and I want too
spend a little
time, with you

Oh Yeah!

(guitar: Hard Rock Sonata)

so don't tell
yo mama
(high pitch /crowd joins in )

and don't spill-it
to all of your friends

and we,
can play
hide the one-eyed snake
in the little bitty cave

and if you
don't like
that game

maybe

Nightstrummed

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE DAILOG
 AND THE FIRST WORD IN THE SONG
THE MUSIC CHANGES TO A GROOVEY
 RYTHMIC SOUND
IT'S BASSY GRUNT, SOUNDS LIKE
DOING A CLEAN VERSION OF A NASTY 
DANCE.
SOMBRE LIKE BUT GHETTO.
SOMBER LIKE BUT COOL.
HOT NOUGH TO MAKE YOU SAY DAMN !
COOL NOUGH TO MAKE YOU JUST STOP
AND THINK, 
" IS SHE THAT UNOBTANILE, OR

Doin' Just Fine

DOIN' JUST FINE
Dr. Jim Martin

“How ya’ doin’?” was his usual greeting,
As each morning there was the routine meeting.
“Doin’ pretty well,” I’d usually reply,
And wonder if he ever, really cared why.

Then one day much to his surprise,
I totally ignored with downcast eyes.
As I cautiously tried to hurry on by,
I received from him a curious reply.

“Too good

Just Doin' My Translation Job

It's all frustratingly LeftBrain relativistic,
even nihilistic in its darker 
ruminating 
paranoid about chaotic outcomes form,
said Einstein's post-millennial ghost.

So its all synergetic fractal 4D equivalent SpaceTime,
said Fuller,
in co-arising nondual P = N(NP)/2 (0)-Core response.

Interesting you should find it so,
but I am much too busy in my monologues
written up and published as Thought Experiments,
not particularly hoping to

Whatcha All Doin' Fer Lunch

Can't believe how youse guys rallied around
When I said I was feeling a bit down
I'm blown away by your unbelievable friendship
You're the sweetest bunch of people around

Poets all seem to be warm and sensitive
Guess it's because we write about love
Reminding us about the true meaning of life
Tends to give our hearts a wee shove

I'm eternally

Hope Ur Doin Fine -Based On a True Story-

I USE 2 THINK WE’D ALWAYS BE 2GETHER
U N I FOREVER BUT LUV IS LIKE THE WEATHER
AFTER THE RAIN IM DOING BETTER THAN I EVER DID
DON’T WORRY BRAT I GET ALONG U KNO IM STRONG
JUST ANOTHER PROBLEM GONE AND I JUST KEEP MOVING ALONG
I DON’T LIKE 2 DWELL ON WUT I DON’T HAVE
BUT I WAS

Doin Time

Doin time is the hardest thing you will ever have to do. Im not doin time alone your doin time to.My prison is bein locked up behind these bar's and walls but your prison is behind a locked heart.My doin time keeps us apart but your memories are forever in my heart.When i'm done doin

How Em I Doin'

Cupboard is empty and the sink is full.
Crumbs on the counter and dust on the sill.
Blanket and pillows on the couch.
Heart and souls hollow like an empty pouch.
Trouble came knocking, so I locked the door.
It's the only company I get, I've become such a bore.
Daily calenders over a week behind.
The clock keeps ticking and tightens

Smokey the Hare! Hi How Ya Doin'?

Hi! Smokey the Hare,
I tried to prevent forest fires, but after seeing mom and dad reminiscing over their bodies
I decided flames were the only blockage for my eyes
With your Sheriff hat, is it really fair to keep blamin' Marley
After all we all know you faked your death and poisoned the Deputy yourself
I was at a

Fingers Doin' Rap (In the Key of M&M)

A dip fat go-figure
Find some in between finger
Chicken plukin’ t-shirt white boy walkin’
Waitin’ on his gotta go
Ya this be a walk ‘yall Yop ‘bout
D’at be what a daddy don’t talk now ‘bout
Tiny bits ‘bout what he don’t show now
f. . . the guns and the collars can’t colour white or blue
what???
you thought this was modern,

They Don'T See What They'Re Doin'

Mommy and Daddy sitting in their bedroom
Screaming, yelling, arguing

Who knows what they’re even fighting about,
And who really cares?

It seems to happen all the time
And it just hurts for her to see

Mom is trying to tell him how she feels,
But daddy can’t get past the yelling

(Chorus)
Mommy says, “You need to help parent.”
And daddy says, “You’ve got

No. Nine, Doin' Fine

You can hold it in your hand, usually.

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