Long Momma Poems
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My heart don’t want to beat for me today
Arguments and bouts
We done drifted a good distance apart anyways
The measurement
Only teases as we wonder where the pleasure went
I’d hold my head, but she don’t want me here no more
I’m looking at heaven
But there is no happiness behind them doors
Momma say there’s a better man in change
I’m going to be the same
So there ain’t much this letter can change
I’m dying, bad thoughts seizing my brain
Smiles teasing my pain
And my heart is crying
How could I not want to think of those tender moments again
Childhood memories, I don’t even know where to begin
Foster homes and social workers
Lost my temper, but how could my vocals hurt her
I apologized; I even reached out and gripped your hand
Tipped you well
Hoping that it would make it easier for you to understand
Besides I died
Laid in my casket and sheltered my eyes
As my enemies cried
I took one from the heavens and died
Laid in my casket and sheltered my eyes
I swear my enemies cried
As if they cared that I died
LIL’ MISS GHOUL
On the night of Walpurgistnacht,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks into her bedroom,
She is deeply saddened after the break up with her latest man.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul puts on her black Victorian dress,
Softly weeping, she sits down at her Gothic, Victorian Vanity Mirror,
She gets out her pure black lipstick and paints her lips black,
Her nails already painted black from this morning,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks to her window and slowly looks at the moon,
Her sobs becoming stronger as she tilts her head at the full moon,
She sings to herself a song of love as she begins to weeps hysterically,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul returns to sit down at her Vanity Mirror desk,
She looks at all the pictures of the men surrounding her mirror,
The men who swore their love to her, used her and ditched her,
She slumps over her sobs uncontrollable.
She looks at the Gothic switch blade knife and picks it up,
She looks at the men she thought loved her,
One by one, they were only interested in her body,
Lil Miss Ghoul makes a hard, quick slash across her right wrist,
She looks at the moon, then, slashed her left wrist.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul stops crying, as she looks at the moon.
The blood from her wrists like a geyser, quickly spilling from her body,
She never takes her eyes off of the moon as her life slipped away,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul rises from her body, looks at the men she thought loved her,
She remained hovering in her room, till the next morning.
Momma came knocking, entered her room, and screamed,
Momma screaming, “Oh, my baby!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!”
Daddy came running to Momma’s screams,
Daddy falls to his knees as he begins to cry, “NOOOO!!!!!”
As the days passed till Lil’ Miss Ghoul’s funeral,
Lil Miss Ghoul in spirit form attended her own funeral.
At her own funeral, Lil Miss Ghoul looks around,
Her entire family was there, all her friends,
She watched as they all painfully weeps hysterically.
Lil Miss Ghoul realized she has made a mistake,
As she says, “Oh my God, what have I done? These people are the one’s that love me, why did I let these men get to me?”
People, people, people, let’s talk about a “Block Party.”
Alright, first of all, I’m old school. Our block parties back in the day in the projects in New Orleans consisted of people in the project coming together in the courtyard, porches, or block, wherever the party was going down at. At times, they even blocked the streets, it didn’t matter.
Everybody was invited to our Block Parties. They were filled with food, fun, dancing, buck jumping, laughter, good times and more. They definitely had to have a DJ, and in some cases, a second line band. They was lit, everybody was turnt. Our block parties was “off da chain.” Yeah… the good ole days, life before the infamous cell phones.
Part of it before Hurricane Katrina was the beginning of the small, held hand flip phones, but nothing like the technology today. Which brings me to this new generation of a “Block Party.”
So, I’ve been observing and listening to people as to how they make use of the incredible “Block” feature on their phone. This feature is an on and off feature that allows you to stop receiving access from numbers you don’t want calling you and then back on when you want.
This is the new version of “Block Party.”
Now a days, if you want to be invited to today’s generation of a Block Party, just keep doing what you are doing. Keep on getting on that person’s nerves, keep lying, keep playing on they phone or doing the stupid ssh you’re doing.
Frustrate, aggravate, or irritate, they won’t hesitate.
They’ll block you on their phone, on their social media, they’ll block yo friend, they’ll block yo dog, they’ll block yo momma, they don’t care.
This generation Block for anything.
Make them mad - Block
Don’t do what you said you were going to do - Block
Don’t call them back - Block
Don’t text back - Block
Cheat - definitely Block
Like the opps pictures on social media - Block
Follow other sexy people - Block
Respond to DM’s - Block
Scammers and automated calls - automatic Block
Don’t come home, you ain’t blocked out, you locked out, lol.
Maybe a day will come, and it breaks my heart,
That the white coated men, will tell my mom we're apart,
That they tried their best, but it wasn't enough,
And now, I'm gone, in a world so tough.
On that day, she'll call, and I won't answer,
She'll text, but there'll be no reply to her,
Then she'll view a friend's status, and there,
My photos will be captioned, gone, not here.
So soon, we'll forever miss you, they'll say,
And momma will be all tears, as she prays,
Papa will be sobbing silently, in his pain,
For I'm no longer with them, it's hard to explain.
Then posters will come out, it's okay not to be okay,
But it'll be too late, to take my pain away,
For I'll be gone, to a place we all dread,
Leaving behind memories, of the life we once led.
So cherish every moment, and hold your loved ones tight,
For life is unpredictable, and can change overnight,
And when that day comes, and I'm no longer here,
Remember, I love you all, and hold me close, dear.
Pretty sugar momma....
Your sweet love's the one I......can't get enough of...
Come on, come on, come on..
Pretty sugar momma....don't play so tough love....
Set your feelings free....
You mean the world to me...
My love is yours to keep...
And girl you'll always be...
My pretty sugar momma...
And you're always gonna....get all my love and...
I truly wanna....
Pretty sugar momma....with all your love and...
Girl you'll always be...
The only love for me...
Take my hand and be....
The better half of me....
Come on, come on, come on...
Pretty sugar momma....don't play so tough love.....
Come on, come on, come on...
Your sweet love's the one I....can't get enough of....
Share your love with me...
Take my hand and be...
My pretty sugar momma...
Come on, come on, come on.....
You mean the world to me-e-e-e-e..!!!
Special drink
All frothy green and pink
Only cost ten dollars
Cheap don't you think
Three or four a day if I had my way
Can someone drive me to the store
I just need one more
Momma said, "What's in this drink?
Does it have something special?
It sure does stink!"
Oh its very special
Nothing but goodies inside
Momma said, "Can you make one for me?"
Oh sure
Let me see what you have that's fresh and alive
Spinach and tomatoes
Rye and beets
Pickles and kale
Should be in the drink
Grind in the blender
Till bubbly and tender
Makes a wonderful drink
You will remember
Momma said," You can have that drink.
Don't forget to clean out the sink!"
She fooled me again
When will it end
Now I have to make my own special drink
It's not the same
I even have to make it for friends
I see four eggs.
I dream, along with
Momma, of soon
four hatchlings,
four chicks,
four birds,
four first flights...
A well-built nest -
Soft.
Round.
Sturdy but cushioned.
Threaded, woven,
balanced, and
careworn.
At the level of my heart.
Four chicks
will grow to know
the world,
utterly surrounded
by the heaven scent
of Wisteriaroma.
A loving mom.
Patient.
Attentive.
Defender of
a homemade home.
Present.
Dare-I-say
loving?
This first nest
appearing here
this Spring.
I watch momma
every day.
She watches me.
She watches her dreams
there under her
warming breast.
I know it's their
first time here.
And yet, and yet
to me somehow
it's all a memory.
Of what might've been.
Of what wasn't.
I cry for her,
happily.
I cry for me,
less so.
I remember momma baking cookies,
the big green bowl holding the flour and sugar and this and that, and the sound of the wooden spoon scraping the sides of the bowl, round and round.
Brown, prenatal cookies rolled out on a flat surface waiting to be defined into some animal form. A rabbit, maybe, or a duck. Awaiting the downward thrust of the metal form, to learn their shape.
Then popped into the heat of the oven against their will, enduring the transition from pliable to rigid in this formative period of their lives. Pulled out to rest upon their cookie sheet, fully formed.
What have I become, after the gathering of my ingredients, the stirring, the kneading, the cutting forces of culture and the heat of debate? A lamb or a wolf?
I have a cold right now... all stuffed up and cranky
Like all men, I'm a baby and just need some cuddling
“Email cuddling” is good too
Saying things like, “Aw sweetie, wish I could stroke you!”
Or, “There, there, momma will make you feel better!”
Stroking is good... but it sometimes takes hours
Actually I'd rather be stroked by the ladies
But in a pinch, guys can do the job too
Only thing is, some are not very gentle and their beards are rough
Oops! Where was I going with that???
So my bottom line is this
Feel free to send your “email cuddles” to yours truly
I will be forever grateful and return the favour when needed
Thank you all in advance for your concern!
From early, early morning to
night fall. I can always hear her,
my name call.
Honey can you fix this and will
you get me that and Oh! please
be careful and don't drop my
hat.
Bless her heart I know she is so
old and this I understand.
How can one person be in such
great demand.
I brush her hair and help her dress
after morning breakfast and changing
the bed linen.
We brush our teeth and then take
our medicine.
Can you put my sweater on honey
and go to the bank today, okay?
Momma needs some money and don't
take all day!
Pick up a candy bar and for the babies
too, and if you have time, I would
like to be moved.
Take me to the porch, there I will
wait for you and please honey, the
wind will be blowing;
Will you spray my hair?
Yes I do love her and in many ways
she needs me so, but sometimes
your only break can be is when your
on the go.
For her I know I must give a helping
and understanding hand,
But sometimes I wonder how can one
person be in such great demand?