Evict Poems

It Sounded Like You Were Trying To Evict The Words From Their Home On Your Tongue

I have been watering it for months—
the small black bulb in the cupboard
that I never let touch sunlight.
It swelled in the dark,
fed on steam from my cooking breath,
fat with the whispers I never spoke aloud.

I told myself it was only a seed,
a pebble in soil, nothing more.
I would open the door,
look at it once, and close it—
like checking the locks before bed.
It learned the shape of my glances.

But today, I reached in.
Today, I held it in my palm.
Its skin was slick as a fish
and when I pulled, the roots screamed up from the earth,
all tendon and white hair,
and the cupboard air smelled of rust.

You said it casually—
your mouth arranging the words
like setting a cup down on a table.
As if the syllables were a button
popped from a shirt, no one’s fault.

I felt my chest open—
not like a door,
but like a letter slit with a knife.
Paper-heart curling, bleeding ink.
You were already talking about something else,
your voice trailing petals across the floor.

I sat very still,
the bulb still in my hand,
its black head beating against my pulse.
I did not crush it.
I only held it tighter
until my fingers forgot they could let go.

The Real State Real Estate

When your only home is your body
a home that took a lifetime to build 
with your own blood your mortar 
bound with your own bruises brick by brick
when you are cut and measured by your parents
but still find a piece of fertile land
on which to build your home and tend a garden
with the sweat and tears of friends
to have the state tear up your deed
and evict you like you never lived

impression

what does your vision depict
a soul or vessel, one to evict
one who should be showered and loved
or me, victim to being devoured and shoved
a masochist when you were hurting me
a pacifist but only hyperbole

DTL

D.T.L ??

U turned on my fire & desire.

My passion that died, u revived.

U woke up my senses, caused my
every nerve to come alive.

U gave me my laughter back

U activated HER

U will always be “Da One”, “that one” for me

A hero in my story, since u set this caged bird free.

Set me free then captivated me.

Stockholm Syndrome developed 
Thoughts were delusional, unusual 
Fantasy, Happily Ever After, Fairytale 

I desperately wanted to be ur HER & for u to be my HIM

Now that I have recovered, I discovered and accepted that love can be blind…I guess you couldn’t see it 

The love I thought we shared lived only in my mind.

The Word of God says “For everything under heaven there is a time”

People say “everything happens for a reason”, others say “some people come into our lives for a season”

What if realizing the reason ends the season?

I evict U from that space preserved especially for HIM

I pray that u find ur HER and obtain favor. 

Love holds on but love also sets free. I want u to be happy even if it’s not with me.

~HoopNHips Da Poetess~
#Her?? #ShePoet

No More Evil Tude

Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick

LONG Grook

cleanliness may be
next to godliness ~ not meant
the big guy himself










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*waning faith requires thorough cleaning, 

... either that or evict hypocrites

Unwelcome Guest

Unwelcome Guests
(Arthritis, Bursitis, Tendonitis, Gout) 
Miracle Man
10-11-2023

The “rItis” boys came to visit,
and their welcome overstayed.
My futile efforts to evict them,
they always downplayed.
Arth, Burs, and Tendon,
that very unpleasant three.
Were always reluctant to leave,
before the ravaging of me.
For pain I gave each points,
on occasion they brought a shout.
They all attacked my joints,
but none compared to Gout.

Apple Picking

APPLE PICKING 

“Adam, are you hungry?” 

Asked Eve, seductively. 

“There’s a lovely juicy apple 

On a low branch of that tree.” 

 

“I must confess I’m peckish,” 

Said Adam longingly.  

“But God said that it doesn’t 

Belong to you or me.” 

 

“There’s on-one here to see us,” 

Eve answered, craftily. 

“Except for that old serpent 

And he said it was free.” 

 

“I’m still not sure,” said Adam. 

What if God should see? 

“He’d evict us from the garden 

And then where would we be?” 

 

But Eve could be persuasive, 

As women tend to be. 

And so they shared the apple 

And the rest is history.

'stumble'

I hate it that you allow their words 
Cause you to stumble 
It shouldn't you know 

They are talking from a space of observation 
Whereas you are in your skin 
You experience every emotion 

Who are they to spew negativity
Who are you to even listen to the judgements handed out 

Please allow yourself the freedom to walk away or evict yourself from places where your peace are in question 
You deserve peace 
You deserve joy 
Everyday will not be the same 
But you should not stumble over people's opinions 
There are way more important obstacles to overcome

World War 3

The third world war has already begun.
This time it’s humans versus planet earth.
Having failed to treat all life forms as one,
we’ve abused Mother, who’s given us birth
and so unless we come here now undone,
She’ll evict us since thin has worn Her mirth.
We’re Her guest but know not how to behave,
callousness digging thereby, mankind’s grave.

Star-Crossed Lovers

There are two of us in here,
each hoping God will appear.
Ego seeks gain, our soul, bliss;
joy where there’s nothing amiss.

In truth we’re soul but know not,
since we are in thought forms caught,
so ego claims that it’s us
and kicks our soul off the bus.

Ego’s at head, soul at heart,
both within, yet stand apart,
thus causing inner conflict.
Who should we keep, who evict?

Wisdom known to very few:
have the cake and eat it too,
is the adage we follow,
making thoughts slow, heart mellow.

To survive, ego aligns
with heart, which for God’s touch pines
and thus they collaborate,
that bliss beats within gyrate.

Now as unified presence,
we sense God’s omnipresence,
which simply is, love and light,
throbbing by day and by night.

Star-crossed lovers, we once were
but now that we both concur,
each performs its ordained role,
that we feel blissful and whole.

A Bee's Day

Yellow flower, pretty thing,
Let me taste your nectar’s Spring.
With honeysuckle breath I’ll fly,
Low in grass where clover lie.
I guess by now, you know my scheme,
Busy worker for our queen.
How much sweet stuff can I hold?
To take to hive like precious gold.
Hear my hum and you will run.
Sorry to spoil your outdoor fun.
I’m on assignment here today.
Screaming women, get out my way.
I’m not as lucky as a drone,
Safe secure within the home,
That one day I’ll evict them from,
To do the work like I have done.
Look a female. Oh, so fine!
Forget the work.  It’s mating time.

5/26/2022

Under the Shed

Under the shed is a groundhog,
Living without my consent.
Once in a while he emerges;
His presence I’ve come to resent.

Likely he’s dug a deep burrow
And most of the time he’s away.
I don’t think that I can evict him;
It seems like he’s planning to stay.

In previous years we’ve had foxes,
With kits that would frolic and romp,
But this year we’re stuck with a groundhog,
Whose lumbering gait’s more a clomp.

Who Am I

Mere thinking or intuition
Latter being prayer station
Choosing to let go of control 
No doer in meditation 

Looking outwards, we play life role
Do what we will, we feel not whole
Cause discerned, as inner conflict
Ego the thief, who our joy stole

Head-heart misaligned, our soul tricked 
So we stand still, desires evict 
Plunging into the unknown void
Sea of calm, ego derelict 

Essence of presence, by God buoyed 
No longer by lower mind toyed
Imbibes by touch, the bliss current
Magic unfolds, cravings destroyed

Simply being, here now present
We become self-luminescent 
Soul, spirit, body, act as one 
Back in our native element

Then thus, no battles to be won
We transmute, coming all undone 
There is no one here, oh lama
That that is, is light of the sun

05-December-2021

Conflictions Wars-

Bring them home
 war's over conflict
 incoming now back home

 ignored soldier man 
part of government plan 
why are we the solo host for every war and conflict

Tote that bar lift that bale
If we don't go and fight we'll be in jail
 we must elude evict everyone
 drop your them there guns

 war no longer bout liberalities and freedoms
It's about dictator oppressions and the rest of the wealthy greedy
 getting rid of oppressions okay you fools 
thought you knew

 the devil's teaching us a lesson
 send warranted parts sum money
 is the root of all evils you dummies
 bang shot them back 
just relax 
all their wealth gold and oil Is  now ours


10/15/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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