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SUDDENLY SOMETHING
Have you ever spent a night in a six by ten foot cell?
Well that’s where my FESTERING fears dwell
And no one with a prescription pad will write for a junkie born and bred
Did you ever wish more earth dwellers would all suddenly be dead
Look, there’s a pretty little miss, oh it’s daddy’s little girl
She dances on my feet when she starts to whirl
I told her to hold down her pleated skirt when she begins to twirl
My little girl with a smile and every tooth a perfect pearl
In silent supplication I’d sneak up to hear her prayer for that eve
I just wanted to hear daddy’s little girl pray and then I would leave
First she blessed the Almighty, his spirit and his soul
Making prayers come true was her sole and only goal
It could be a league of angels advising her on the right thing to do
Or sprites to make all things look like new
It might be little singing stars, from above came they for you
So your daughter can ignore an errant and off key dove pleased not to coo
She looks completely comfortable in a cloak and coat of cashmere
S**t, I’d trade an arm for her body no matter what she may wear
Whatever happens next is only though fate to be willed
And if you listen closely one can hear the breeze being stilled
Alas she grows nigh with hips swinging and lips moving
And then those loquacious lips emitted “would you care to have a tea”
I knew she could hear by heart from across the table
And then it was only silence, lovely her and me
“Look, me and that lady over there are wearing the same dress”
And so whatever she was going to do it may have to be under duress
“that lady has the a copy of my original,” and she was enraged
Something tells me your friends have never been caged
I’ve been penned up with a pen, pen pals and ten pencils, but only one isn’t too dull
You’d think out of all those pencils there’d be one sharp one to cull
So you’re daddy’s little girl no longer my sweet
But I’ll let y’all know when next we can meet
So when I first talked about being caged in a cell
if asked for the truth my story would be difficult to tell
Because each eye a gem, each tooth a pearl
So tell me sweetheart, are you still daddy’s little girl
© 2011.……free cee!
And s.b.---if you are gonna ask me, so where’s the nexus from one thing to another I
say go have another glass of vintage brandy.
Bullies are the politics of this universal world
who enjoy the smell of war inflicting endless pain
Who put others down in the presence of others
leaving you to bleed out stranded in the rain
Bullies only bully for they refuse to understand
what it's like to go through something and fail
Through choices they made leading up to that point
leaving them a drift in the wilderness to sail
Bullies attack you with broken hearts caused by
how they were brought up as no one really gave
Them discipline to teach them without abuse to know
the dangers of creating a political wave
Bullies will try and make you change the way
you think and feel about opinions regarding you
The most hateful words without any description
of explaining why they feel those words are true
Bullies are like wolves some as wild as bears
animals that are hungry always looking to feast
Off the people who they see as weak or vulnerable
as if your a lifeless person who has already been deceased
Bullies think that their power is beyond any person who
is trying to progress and move forward to make
A better life for themselves so others can see that
it isn't impossible to turn from a past or present mistake
Bulllies walk with pride in the seeds that they sow
apon others when really they are the ones that
Say you are ugly, no good, uneducated, mind twisted,
a wanna be thug, you're race or call you fat
Friends a bully is a person who has a life like you
though they try to believe they are better in some way
Yet they don't realize that karma really does exist
which will come back on their life somehow one day
Let no words from a political bully bother you for
their words are meaningless with nothing but hate
Which is something we as people shouldn't let at all be
a self label from others trying to predict you're own fate
Bullies be prepared shame on all of you that go
around thinking you're all that with no good news to share
Being the one who doesn't take life seriously or simply
become grown to the point that you really don't care
About what you say to others or how you treat them at times
regardless of anything you choose to do or claim to speak
Words that are foul with judgement that seems so everlasting
towards people who are really strong who you only think are weak.
Written By: Joseph Darryl Boca
My eyes grow weary with the days.
Ebbed of youthful looks, I dare not despair.
I live my life alone now, surrounded by the loneliness.
Time was all too quick to pass me by
I was sure so much more needed to be done.
My hands have long been discolored, mottled with spots.
Disfigured by the work and the cold, they feel so weak.
I still cook and do the wash, recall their lost softness.
Age has crept into all of me,
I no longer hold young ideas.
My feet bear their burdens awkwardly unsteady.
Crippled by arthritic pain, I walk with a store bought cane.
I very rarely leave the house, welcomed sleep lets me forget.
Days are much too long to endure my life
I see television as my only friend left.
My entourage of friends have preceded me in death.
Drained of lifes full growth, its promised dreams gone.
I depend upon myself, always been that way
now I fear burdening anyone.
Life treated me well in the past, so now, no real regrets.
My heart has become physically weak.
Loved well once by my lover and children, my own.
I watched each go their separate ways,
and suddenly here I am, alone.
Old yes, but not beyond my years, life had long been mine.
My soul became accustomed living one day at a time.
Promised by dreams come true, only bright tomorrows.
I was blind and full of fools hope
and forced to bow to the plans of fate.
Memory fades more easily now, so much is long forgotten.
My days seem numbered now.
Guided more by pain than fear
I accept and feel my age each day,
face the reality that I am no longer young
I look forward wishfully for His way.
My skies aren’t as blue as they used to be.
Clouded by industry and building growth
I doubt the progress they speak,
read and heard things that are, and I must let them be.
Generations seek their way, they will learn from mistakes.
My sun is just a little dimmer today.
Darkened by pain and age, let youth live their way.
I accept things as they are,
My life is fairly comfortable these days
no want or need remains, almost boring.
and at last I find,
I am old enough.
(Rewrite from 1971 for Mrs. B)
I see you’ve larked with fairy friends,
On bough, in fields, near brooks -
Pebbles skim the water’s edge;
Jump skip, jump skip, hop - over brook…
‘Which side is greener?’ Asked the Dragon mare.
‘The bough of tree bridges brook - both sides have I tested’,
Says the fairy brave, but correcting honour charges -
‘From deep within the wizards’ field-view, safe!’
Adventure and foreign lands lay claim,
To imaginations fervent and fertile;
Treasures sought, leisure - larking be sought;
Toil is not for fairy folk!
‘Pray why, Dragon mare, do you enquire so?’
‘My thoughts to share with fairy folks? Ah!
‘I the pool have mastered so,
Can stir and stir the pool - like so.’
‘Watch the ripples in the pond,
Lapping and distorting so,
Muddy muddles shall I make - like so,
And in the commotion you shall I fake - like so!’
‘Watch the images of you and I…
Wish, I watch you say good bye!
Good bye! Good bye! Good bye!
The seeds I sow, like so - good bye!’
Images of Dragon and Fairy Reflecting,
Did merge in muddy muddles so,
But Dragon’s arm grew tired and weak,
Of turning and turning the pond so deep.
And wide and deep it grew as muddy muddles she did sow,
Till all around it would allow!
Tis not the way of the strongest bough,
To be broken by the Dragon’s breath.
Hence the bending bough that fringed the pond,
Did listened to the wailing Dragon sow,
The Dragon’s breath whistled, like wind;
Messages on air laid bare.
And bye the bye, time did pass,
Then all awaited with baited breath,
For the wind to change direction so.
And so it came - wind sowed did reap!
And in the pond ripples that lapped the sides,
Had changed direction so,
All engulfing did the Dragon find,
The successive waves that lapped her mind.
What a bind, the waves they lapped her mind!
‘Tis not the fairy that blinds me so,
But the bough that bends and shades the pool, like so,
And shades the reflection that is mine no more.’
There deep beneath the water so,
Now visible is the reflecting fairy so!
Bough he bent down low,
And offered the fairy reflected espousal.
Light and vision in the pool, now so clear…
Bough he ought not disappear -
Should fairy drown without him near?
Aurora swims so, dear; ought she not the Dragon fear?
There they stood with his arms around her holding as tears rolled down her face. For their
love was coming to an end and he didn't want her to go. They shared one last night of
passion and when the sun raised she was gone................
Months went by and he couldn't help but think about her.
One year later she returns to the place where they met and as she was about to leave, she
hears a voice that she knows so well and she turns. For, there he stood with love in his eyes
and his heart beating fast.
She gave him a smile and turned to walk away. He couldn't understand why, and she
couldn't find a way to tell him..............
A few day later she sits in the sand and looks out to the sea and starts to cry. For how could
she hurt the man she loves and wants to be with, yet she can not tell him a secret that he
needs to know.
She begins to stand up and she hears that voice in the air. It was him and this time he
wasn't going to let her walk away. He runs to her and they hug and kiss one another.
He holds her tight and tells her I've been waiting for you every day and night for the pass
year, finally God has answer my prayers because he found you and brought you back to me.
As they stand under the moon light she puts her head down and he whips her tears, and ask
her what's wrong. She steps back and tell him she isn't alone.
He looks at her with confusion in his eyes, and she tells him I have a secret to tell you. His
heart wants to stop, no he tells her it can't be, you can not be with someone else.
She grasp his hand and puts it on her heart and at that moment he hears crying and he
looks to see and there laid a child. She smiled at him and told him that is my secret...........
He couldn't believe the child he held was his own and she left because of the fact she didn't
want to stand his way.
There they stood holding each other and he told her, she could never stand in his way when
he has been looking for her all this time. Right there and then he knew they would be
together forever.
For once a heart falls in love you can tell it to love someone else but you can never make it.
For true love is like the sea, you never know how far it will take you.
My destiny..? is preordained & wont be denied
No matter how many times I fail, I gots to keep on trying!
I know...pressure can bust a pipe, but it also can make a diamond.
Enduring lifes' atrocities...gots me striving & shining.
Shining..?, only to be the best...that I truely can be.
Some talked down...some hated...but mostly?, they disbelieved!
As if I couldn't dream, & turn those dreams into a reality.
A man strenght can only be measured, if he over comes his adversities!
Over achiever?, yes!, cuz luck doesn't apply to me.
Becuz, I could've been a Bookie!, who was eradicated by life complacncies!
Wasn't me, so I chose another path.
But, in order to embrace my future?, I most 1st know my past.
The past of hurt!, destruction!, & drugs!
Some one tell me why?,
when black men get money we profess to be thugs!
Entities..? with out a cause, loving just to momentarily ball!
But, with no stability, it's a long , detrimental, & inevitable fall!
Acrophobia..?, we'll die before we hit ground!
Reflecting on our short comings, only to realize we were the ulimate clown!
Asking God to bless me, so I might be a blessing.
Can't forget where I come from, learning from my trials & tribulations.
Gotta be different!, choose a route that's never been chose.
Can't be of this world, yearning for snatch, cars, & clothes.
But, the road of knowledge, cuz I desire to win!
& sleeping on my dreams?, will be the climax of all my mortal sins!
Introspection...looking deep, only to see the real picture.
Praying to God as I take that 1st step, cuz I refuse to be a wisher.
Cuz, man might not get all that he pays for in life,
but he must pay for all that he gets.
& knowing that life don't give a squat about a brother,
motivates my spirit!
Motivation, desire, & plus with a dream.
knowing i'll over come:,
gots me feeling like Malcom Little & Dr. Martin Luther King!
Becuz, it's mind over matter & if I don't mine,
it shol doesn't matter.
Have you ever seen a brother come from nothing, make something,
& climb his way all the way up that tiresome ladder?
Well, it's a 1st time for every thing, & my gift..?, is truely my mind!
I'm claiming 2008, mark my words...This is My Time!!!
THE THIRD WORLD WEEPS FIRST
The other day I was perplexed so I pondered and reckoned
It occurred to me that the Third World always comes second
The other night I came to the conclusion that what’s really the worst
Is that the Industrial Nations always come first
Hey, it’s more important for Mr. Important to get his T-Bone steak
Then to look at youthful skin and bones that cause my heart to break
I hear all the pleas for donations from various organizations
But why would anyone collect money for other irrelevant nations?
We’ve got our own problems here to reflect and repair
So forget those hungry mothers whose breasts have no milk to share
Simply make sure Mr. Important is comfy with Tammy his assistant on a plush leather chair
And Mrs. Important knows about Tammy and finds this whole exercise in selfishness quite unfair
Well fair it ain’t and I can tell you why in ways by the score
Because no matter how our economic stimulus is all Americans want is more
More of what Mr. Moore has more of him then him and one lovely daughter
But does anyone realize that billions of people on this planet are drinking stagnant and parasitic
water?***
So this may only be conjecture but I heard some gentleman saying something
Something about he bought his wife a flawless six carat diamond ring
S**t, sell that ring and feed……. House…… and clothes billions of people and let them praise the
rich
Or instead purchase a new Ferrari, Lamborghini or Excalibur for your dyed platinum blonde
b***h
©2011.…..Phreepoetree
If you have the time and the inclination to do so….Google “Water Charity,” and see how
profoundly easily you can change one person’s life for a very long time…..Peace
out…..Phreepoetree
P.S HOW MANY EIGHT YEAR OLDS YOU THINK AIN’T HEARD THE NAME FOR A FEMALE DOG
BEFORE AND SOME EIGHT YEAR OLD KID PROBABLY DROPS THE “F” BOMB EVERY HOUR ON
THE HOUR…..AND I CAN’T even TYPE THE WORD B***h, AND PRECISELY HOW MANY YOUNG
CHILDREN, WHEN GRANTED ACCESS TO ANY WEB SITE ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE WOULD
COME TO POETRYSOUP TO LOOK AT OUR WORLD ALTERING WORDS ~free cee!~ now kids…
get off poetry soup and GO BACK TO PLAYING MARIO BROTHERS.
Am I smiling or accepting my sadness
Ignoring my pain or enjoying my madness
Am I not saying my words very clear
Maybe cause I have so many bullets in my ear
Let the blood flow out from my lips
Watch the hypnotising rhythm as the blood drips
From my grin the gore rains
Watch me laugh as I blow out my brains
My hands dig into my flesh
The stench smells so bitter and fresh
Ripping out my insides from me
Now my body and soul are both empty
I'm living in this timeless, mindless, self-blindness, conceded piece of ****
Watch me as I cut myself out of it
Searching my chest for a piece of me
Trying to find some humanity
Discovering I've always been heartless
It is beyond fathomless
Embrace the emotions that prove my existence
Clutch on to my suicidal persistence
Insanity can bring my comfort
Only seconds till my mind will convert
I’m living in this timeless, mindless, self-blindness, conceded piece of ****
Watch me as I cut myself out of it
Bite my lips so I taste my bitter sweet skin
I indulge in my sin
I will rip out my eyes and hold them facing my heart
I will watch myself fall apart
Prove to me that I am better off dead
Show me the beauty of dread
Let me hear the songs of anguish
I will make the light of day vanish
The void of my heart cradles my mind
A cold embrace from deep inside
Holding my hand through the road of lunacy
Guiding me to my new beautifully foul reality
To be lost is to be free
I'm lost in my mind, lost my sanity
Watch me break the remains of my body
The broken remains of me
I'm living in this timeless, mindless, self-blindness, conceded piece of ****
Watch me as I cut myself out of it
Watch as my hair bursts into flame
Observe my hands be eaten away from shame
Feel my legs as they crumble before me
Taste my exasperation sing from my bloody body
Watch my eyes roll back
Watch my body rot to black
Smell the malodorous presence that is my fading soul
Watch me smile as my body grows foul
Watch me smile, watch me burst with laughter
Watch me sing in my new body of ashes thereafter
Watch me dance in the breeze as my body fades away
Watch my hatred come back to bring the end of days
Winter came with its usual cold, rain, ice, snow, and pain. By late Winter and early Spring, COVID-19 was spreading like wild fire. Late Spring and early Summer brought us added pains and social unrest. The Summer season was in full swing with waves of heat, fire, and wind storms. By then it seems that life had turned into a nightmare with a feel of the twilight zone.
Never more truer it seemed that real life depiction was far stranger than fiction. I'm use to Autumn rain, falling of leaves, colors that leave me breathless. I treasure the sight looking East to behold the snow-capped mountains of the High Sierras. I suspect and anticipate that all such commonalities are on the horizons, but after all the terror of this year's
prior seasons, I find it difficult to wait; so I think I will start dreaming.
I'm dreaming that Autumn will give me nature's fog and not the smoky kind. I'm dreaming that Fall will give me rain briefly followed by sunlight and rainbows. I'm dreaming that like years gone by, for just a while, I will need neither AC nor heater. I'm dreaming of a Halloween of love, light, child
laughter; not creepy, vicious, and dark fearful nights. I'm dreaming of a Thanksgiving filled with feasting, family fun, and giving of thanks to The Lord. I'm dreaming that this Autumn portion of the hurricane season will call it a day and cease its devastation and destruction. Even though I tend to forget about the contents of most of my dreams, I still want to dream. And who
knows? Maybe I'll dream about newly harvested apples, walnuts, and pecans. Anyway, this is my Autumn dream, and there is absolutely nothing fictional
about dreaming about everyday Fall realities. And one last thing before I prepare for my Autumn dream sleeping. I can dream if I like, and I'll be dreaming that I will not be charged nor taxed for dreaming.
101720PSCtest, Autumn, Francine Roberts. NA
In the brackish water of a tideland flat
A delicious creature grows up and gets fat
Louisiana Brown shrimp is its name
Their excellent flavor has brought them fame
They call them Brownies and they’re caught by net
My first time shrimping, I’ll never forget
My friend Remy was of Cajun decent
And he was my mentor for this event
Sportsman’s Shrimping License, you need to get
That allows using a sixteen foot net
Took Remy’s fourteen foot flat bottomed boat
And his shrimping gear, nothing else of note
We checked out the net as we headed south
Exactly sixteen foot wide at the mouth
Where spreader boards attach to keep it wide
The purse at the bottom is neatly tied
Shrimping in the tide water flats that day
About one half hour we dragged that sleigh
Remy said, “Now be time to check da purse”
No shrimp, no crabs, just junk; couldn’t be worse
“Don’t worry Ami”, Remy said to me
“Things be good when da tide changes, you’ll see”
“ I gonna show to you my secret spot”
“You gonna see shrimping when it be hot”
Remy motored around till I was lost
He’ll get us back out, had my fingers crossed
He made sure I couldn’t find my way back
He should have just put my head in a sack
Then I said, “Remy, stop running around!”
I’ll never find you secret shrimping ground"
With a big Cajun grin from ear to ear
“Be no more running Ami, we be here”
The tide was just starting to go out fast
Spots that were water were becoming grass
With the boat in the mouth of the deepest cut
“Get da net out now, don’t sit on da butt”
The motor was set so we stayed in place
Then easy to see what was Remy’s ace
The shrimp that were carried out by the tide
Went in the net, there was no way to hide
Looked back at Remy and he smiled at me
“This be da shrimping, what you come to see”
We just sat and talked as shrimp filled the purse
The net was so full it would almost burst
We kept catching shrimp till the tide slowed down
Then stowed all the gear and headed to town
Never saw shrimping that could equal that
Too my friend Remy, I take off my hat!