Long Inner city Poems

Hey bruh, 
haven’t you heard,
ain’t you read the news?
The White House is gonna eradicate 
the fear infested inner city blues
That Trump fella says,
he’s got his poison pen ready to use
He says black folks got nothing...

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Apa  ka, ka,
                               ...

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See as a child having a child he was my saving grace, allowing me to refocus my path to a better place, Where he could grow and flourish, So I developed him to nourish, Through...

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When the American flag waved bravely, for women it did not FURL.
However, many bold and determined women have changed the WORLD.

I am a proud bother of 8 sisters;
Two of whom are older and 6 are...

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Life 101 was taught to me in an old mansion in inner-city Chicago.                      ...

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His is the whispering voice echoing within the athlete’s field of dreams,
The harkening leader, a teacher of strength and confidence, whom takes
The raw abilities given unto an individual then molds it, shapes it until
This natural...

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Clinton's Inauguration 1993

You were so beautiful, Maya
Standing in front of the
President and the First Lady


I didn’t really understand
Your Pulse Of Morning 
Presidential inauguration poem
I kind of got lost in the dinosaur theme
Poems about Mastodons usually
Don’t...

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I woke up early this morning contemplating, 
pondering over the meaning of this dream, 
Dreams that take me to mountains and valleys
Dreams that lands me into big cities,
Cheerful dreams ,troubling dreams
Dreams with no fitting answer...

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Abe Lincoln As A democrat
© Ben Burton 8-25-2014

The evil of men being sold
Long past, since Mr. Lincoln's fight
Still, dark suspicion blooms and grows
And loots the cause of civil rights

The North designed a whipping horse
Down in...

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As I write this, I start feeling emotional.
It was something that happened to me that
I will never forget.
  Growing up in the inner city in a part of
NY. It was very tough. You had...

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There's more than meets the Horus Eye, in the recording industry
Too many whispered songs have come like a dream
Have came in the ear like malefecium shot from a midsolstice night ween
Entering in the rear of...

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High Collared, face powdered
nose held high above
Anybody else
Up-righteous flag waving bible bangers
Living in shadows, ignoring
Urban decay, misshapen society
Talking about life in whispers
Because everything is too vulgar
For your poetic eyes to bear
Only seeing

"The beautiful things"
Blind to...

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A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He walks 
through the plundered slumber  
of crumbled poverty, abandoned,...

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Remember it just like yesterday 
'Twas the sixth of August, independence day
Manley called the election, Busta took the drive
New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived
Topsy turvy, hurly burly, brick brack, nick nacks
All this wondorous excitement
Ever...

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Emergency Circumstances 

A heavyweight contender for the Consellation Crown
A ready to wait pretender of a serious genuine frown 
A street sweeping vendor in the middle of a mid-western town
A parcel marked return to sender while...

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From New York City to LA; New Orleans to Chicago and Minneapolis                       ...

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Saddle your horse and get ready for the ride; this will be your final day before you take off to the sky, the weather is too dry over here and we have nothing more to...

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A light mist of ethereous rain falls 
silent on his thin, sharp-angled
face. He lengthens his stride and 
leans toward the wind. He walks 
through plundered poverty; crumbled
by the weight of exodus. Abandoned
to the blood-rough nails...

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All these racists with their lies,
filling the airwaves with propaganda and strife,
Stalins with soundbytes, Magellan their drivebys
 the pasts dead end street -topically jacknifed 
like it was the only course for a heading, point A...

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I once suffered a strong arm robbery on a dark Chicago street. Halfway down the block, I saw two young men turn the corner and headed in my direction.    That had never...

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You can count on it 
Seasons changing 
You can count on it 
A drip from a faucet sink 
You can count on it 
Ignited Flame polyester melts 
You can count on it 
World domination 
Higher...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s maroon and gold,
Lived a timid girl whose pitted dreams longed to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit that gleamed,
But in the shadows of self-doubt, her potential was concealed.
Then entered...

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That men have no emotions is a misconception
But we drop them with little reception
So we bottle them up inside
Ironically finding the bottom of the bottle to confide
Men are taught to be strong
And that any weakness...

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 you perm and prime you shun;
You polish up your own stone;
You talk trash and jive;
You shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually promise me;
Heller Shelter relish tones;
Cut my landline telephone;
Imprison me where you say I...

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Once upon a time not that 
long ago. Lived a beautiful 
young lady named Princess.
Who lived in the inner city. 
Her eyes were hazel. And 
they changed with whatever 
she chose to ware. Her smile...

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