Long Askin Poems

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This Time

You put me in his pocket gave it a pat and walked away 
Stopped and turned around 
Askin him to keep me safe 
He asked if you were done 
You simply smiled and said you'd had your fun 
A few days passed and you came back
Lookin for what you left behind 
This time you couldn't take what you would find 
This time I was not in his pocket
My heart in his hands 
This time you could not stop it 
No matter the plot scheme or scam 
This time things didn't go according to your plan 
Now you sit and think about your mistakes 
Where did you go wrong makin fake apologies 
Tryin to hold on 
Doin all the little things 
That should've already been done 
I hope you learn the lesson left for you to learn 
So you may move on 
Once you've used it up and thrown it away 
I am threw is what you portray 
And while it sits there on the curb 
It may catch the eye of someone new 
Everyone knows 
One mans trash
Is another mans treasure 
He will love and cherish it 
And definitely treat it better than you
Form:


The Flower She Picked

As I lay there blossoming in the sun, amongst all my friends and family oh so eternally grateful we are, for all of its shine.
its hard not to adore the cool breeze that makes the leaves whistles and bells chime. 
Everything could have just, frozen in time.
But there she was walking down the way, with the river bed on her left,
with pictures of folks like mine on her dress,
we couldn’t help but be impressed. 
its truly a blessing you see? If only you could find the beauty 
which is in everything and anything, even if it doesn’t look like you and me.  
I feel the divinity in how I can see,
nothing is always as it may seem. 
As she got closer there was also a sweet sound coming ,
I realized it was her, Humming
As she got near, uppity
as her body language seemed 
there was a coldness in her eyes, stillness like a bee,  
about sting its threat, in the event of its own demise. To our surprise
she reached down to me, plucked me,
away from my people and that too happily
she did so, cruelly 
why u may ask, well that you wont believe  
she looked deep in me and asked,
does he love me?
The next words that headed out of her mouth came with despair
she said these next four words with hurt in her heart, it seems that’s enough to blind these species of care, 
cuz she did hear, the cry I let out when my first petal was torn and thrown, 
to the air. 
“He loves me not” is what she said next and then contradicting herself foolishly she repeats the opposite of that, with a hypocritical duality
as I watch my every piece, taken away from me, 
what is this torment cuz  just a moment     ago   I was in peace with purity
Now that my time is limited
because of what this chick did
shes determined to finish it
atleast now I know my story will be told, people will know how i felt, 
next time u see a spoiled brat askin questions to a flower that cant talk back please help, and tell her to ask whoever, HERSELF!!!!!
Form: Rhyme

At Last We Are Finally Strangers

Whenever I come back here, I feel like a king
You give me all your roses and powder my wings
Like an angel

I love the way you ride me as if I were your boss
You guide me thru your chambers of sorrow and loss
‘Cause we're strangers

‘Cause we're strangers
Hell, it don't make no sense
You know I wanna appease you
But we keep meeting by accident 

The woman in the window, the man up on the roof
They're witnesses to something that will never know the truth
Of danger

There's wine in the glasses, pillows on the floor
I came here with intentions but I don't know what for 
‘Cause we're strangers
 
‘Cause we're strangers
Well, what is one to do?
Either way you look at it,
She's bound to be on to you

Tonight, I'm stayin’ home but that won't do me no good
I know they'll come knockin’, askin for wood
From the manger  

The king is on a rampage, he wants the babies dead
Meanwhile I'm alone with your ashes on my head
‘Cause we're strangers 

Strangers in sorrow
Strangers in heat
Strangers tomorrow
Strangers on the street

Strangers in action
Strangers by will
Strangers contracted
To pardon who they kill

I was burning in the blazing and the blankets of your hold
As my temperature dropped, I felt you claw at the cold
In my nature
Now everything’s halted -- the mercury stilled
We climb into an attitude of merciful wills
‘Cause we’re strangers
Form: Lyric

Etiquette

weddian
By Mon Amoru Cheri
---------------------------
one said he wanted or needed a new story to tell.
So when he found out that a man had proposed 
marrage to a beautifu and attractive woman: he
gathered up his gold nuggets and cashed them in.
"Aint no body marrying up round year ceptin me",
he told one of his freinds. I is more attractive
 with this money and all.
"She is in the way of understanding now and she
 knows this money is the best
money for her!" You aint even meet her yet and you is ah talkin
marrgage."His mind state is in need of
repairin cause I is tsking the bride to be as
someone for me, my wife!' T
They took the bag of gold where they thought the couple would be askin folk round town if they knew of ah gal fixin to marry" Well word spread among the folk, and they started laughing
when they heard the doings of these fellas. A group of elder came up with a plan. They got two folk to act like they were getting married
and say they were the folk
the fellas where a talkin bout.
We sunday after servicxes folk went into town. Thats where these fellas would be tryna find the couple who was ah-fixin to get hitched.
Well the actress and the actor saw them out there
and went out their to do there thing. The woman told the guy carrying the bag
she was half of the couple he was looking for.
Well he said Miss pretty person
I is a fixing to marry you since you is faincce' I got the money right here
let's say we is ah marrying. He poured the money out and it had seven gold nuggets in the bag.
The woman smiled and told the guy if you are forreal I'm be your wife, thats alottaa money, it's more than what these people were offering me to
do this gig! Historically, a "wed" was a pledge or a deposit given as a guarantee of an agreement. We gonna marrage up with out the modern formalities. Just the way the anceints wanted!"
Form: Ballad

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