Long Stright Poems
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a pen to a page with stories to tell
if words could paint a picture what object would that picture sell
a scribble a scratch a cross a stright line
a story a word written in rhymes
a search a solution a problem of kinds
never in the grasp of hands to find
if pages were re-written turning back time
would it cause the flow to cease in the mind
or would it constrict and tighten the bind
if the path to resistance would break down design
could you look at the path before you, to see the sign
or would you turn away and leave it behind
pretending you did'nt see because youre blind
it walks through the shadows of the cracks at your feet
escaping the sunlight sprawled out on the street
it claims sweet victory then asks for defeat
devouring the fruits then pursuiing the meat
enveloped in coldness exuding heat
while the world must stand forcing you to take a seat
man makes history and history makes a man
when the soul reaches out for the body to stand
to live each breath as if it were your last
looking to the future but taking note of the past
when thoughts seem to stop you must make them resume
before the present turns to the past to consume
thoughts are important but not a place to dwell
to build up a wall to surround you in hell
building an ego that soars past towers
giving others the key to use your powers
to build restraint placed upon your soul
for you to understand its yours to control
Out in dah night, 'POOF', into a slumber
in er garden she whispered sometin' to me
dah, I dream't a lovely gal, I'd met one summer,
a sum time ago, under er ol'e peach tree
er Hill-billy mom wer' watchin' from afar,
spyin' on er rockin' chair, sure spotin' us
suddenly, LETS ELOPE, use tha ol'e car
wait, we'll take leave, this night by bus,
Then I 'eard er say, no need fer any fussin',
In 'er whisper, an right then, out of that blue,
a top of her lungs er mom started a hollerin',
stright at us both, she whaled, I see you two,
I just known' it, when ya'll did sneak that kiss,
let it be true- a young'n, I want er to be a boy
'WHAT'- on green acres is she hollerin' O' miss
Fer I'd been with yer only I think once in De'troy
"O' ne're before, have I loved so true"
she whispered- do sleep, she went on to say...
I want to spend my life wit' someone like you
POOF, rubbin' my eyes, in da night, 'ere I lay
Da! dreamin'- "It's a boy, I'd pray he be"
Since, before I bed, I pray, should I miss her
set'n in my garden, under my ol'e peach tree
reck'n per'haps somday-I'd hear'er sweet whisper.
NOTE: She wispered "honey your dreamin' out loud again"
The rain keeps pouring down on me puddles of water start to suround me.
left right up down no matter where I was looking its falling down.
I walk outside all dressed in my gear ready for the rain I can hear.
Looking up way up high still nothing but rain in the sky, I think I will get wet today.
Walking slowly I decide its time to have some fun, I jump from stone to stone trying not to dip my toes. I flap my arms and wiggle my nose trying to stay up stright you know.
At last I see a tree with branches so wide it could hide me.
One last jump and I'm there hugging the tree like its my best friend.
Shaking all the water off of me, I look like a dog taking a bath, so I shake harder and laugh.
Finding a large branch I sit for a spell singing a rainy day song to myself.
Splat splat, drip drop, I look up and all around, I see the rain has ended and the sun shines down.
Down from the tree I spring so fast. Now is the time to make the best mup pies and watch them dry in the sun, theres never an end to my fun.
This is how I rember the rainy days of my youth,boy how I miss the old times.
Now all I have are my aching joints and runny nose.
What an adventure life is!
Trash, Smashed paper on the street That means nothing to the world old woren out objects
that set on the floor and rot on the spot they lay, like the waste from a toxic truck that
no one botherd to clean up
My life is like this a bundle of muck and iam the toxic from the truck that is looked at
like the unclean man who has nothing but his hands, Who greavels and kneels just to get
his next meal.
Today will be the last day iam treted like smut, voimit that was never cleaned up like a
comit I will riase to the stars to take my frist look at the path never took and I will
step on that road and look my last look at those who could of took a little more time to
unwind and see that the world dosen’t stop for just the, he, or she.
We to be as people stand who have been in the shadows who have never to understand why we
are looked at this way by the stright, bi, or gay.
we only wish to say what can’t be said by the lips of man to sip the cup that has not been
passed to are lips, to breath the air that was unmeant for are lungs to not being lashed
or just trash at are own families door. ~ Jeff
COOKIES, MILK, MONKEY BARS AND GUNS
WE HELPED LAY THE FOUNDATION FOR THEIR FACTORIES
THE FOUGHT WITH ENMITY AGAINST THEIR ENEMIES
WE RODE RAILS TO ANOTHER PRISTINE CITY OR TOWN
AND NOW, THANKS TO OUR POLLUTION THE RIVERS ARE BURNT SIENNA BROWN
WE POPULATED YOUR CITIES WITH CHILDREN YOU COULD NOT FEED
SO WE FED THEM WITH NUTRITION AND RAILED AGAINST GREED
WE FILLED THE SCHOOLS WITH CHILDREN AND PLAY TIME PHUN
BUT TOO MANY YOUNGSTERS ARE PACKING A GUN
THEY LISTEN TO SONGS SUNG BACKWARDS FOR A HINT OR A CLUE
AS PROSECUTORS AND JURIES WONDER WHY THEY DO WHAT THEY DO
THEY DO WHAT THEY DO BECAUSE RACISM AND HATRED PREVAIL
AND NOT ONLY THEM BUT MOST ALL OF US ARE DOOMED TO FAIL
FOR ALL OF US WITH CERTAINTY WILL CERTAINLY FALL
BECAUSE SO MANY OF US WON'T STAND UP STALWART, STRONG AND TALL
THEN MILLIONS OF STUDENTS FLOOD THE STREETS WHEN THEY HEAR THE DISMISSAL BELL
AS US USELESS AND BLIND ADULTS SET AN OPEN COURSE DESTINED STRIGHT TO HELL
(C)2011.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Baby (x3) I know that you love me oh... oh
But I(I) know that(that) you wont stop me.
For, it's a proven fact
That I'm going in.
I would of stayed if, boy
We were together.
But it fell apart and we lost it(we lost it)
And now you're telling me,
Not to go-
But I want to(I want to)
Only you know
How to go and stop me
But I know that you wont.
You had the power
You had my voice
But, because your gone
This was my only choice.
But, baby (x3)
I know that you still love me.
And I know in my heart
I still love you too.
But to you I must say,
It woulda never worked this way.
Because for eight months stright
I was just, an internet girlfriend.
And, my heart told me it'd hafta end.
I could not deal with that pain,
I thought I was losing you
To something everyday.
But baby (x3)
I know that you love me.
And if you don't want me to go
I want you to stop me...
Come stop me.
I FALL TO MY KNEES ASKING PAPA DIOS TO KEEP MI FAMILIA SAFE FROM
THE FAKE SMILES THAT GO CON LA BRISA ITS NOT EASY
RUNNING TOSE LA PUERTA INSIDE OUT FOCUSING ON THE PREMIO AHEAD OF THE PACK OF WOLVES IN STRIGHT UP WOOL CLOTHING MI META IS STRIGHT AHEAD NOT LOOKING PARA TRAS SOME MAY PULL YOU TO PERDER
LA PACIENCIA AND LOSE CONTROL OF WHAT KEEPS YOU SANE ENOUGH IS PARTE OF A FIGHTING PEACE OF FRAME OF MIND KEEP MINE PRAYED UP CON LA BENDISION OF OUR FATHER ABOVE I FLY SOLA MIGHT SAY HOLA BUT KEEPING IT MOVING CON LA FRENTE HIGH WHILE COLLECTING WOUNDS THAT HOPE TO DOME MI ESPIRITU BUT HE THAT SEES ME LEBANTARA ALWAYS ITS BEEN THAT WAY FROM THE PRINCIPIO I JUST DID NOT KNOW HE HAS BEEN AN MI LADO FROM THE START AND WILL REMAIN HE NEVER FORSAKES WE DO FALLING SHORT OF THE GLORIA OF DIOS BY ALL MEANS NOT PERFECTA BUT A WORKING IN PROGRESS I FLY SOLA FOR NOW TILL HIS RETURN AMEN
How many masks we wear a day?
The Happy mask, when on our way.
The Smiling, saying - "How are you".
Not even asking, so, it's not true.
.
When friend comes up to us in tears
We wear Sad and say - "Oh, dear".
Compassion we wear next
If they are needed or they're best.
.
The game of Love is where we blossom:
Pretending, Faking, Playing awesome.
And when loved say - "Goodbye" for good
We wear Ice, but heart is wound.
.
And dating, oh my God, it's funny.
So many say - "We hate games, honey."
But when you stright with them, they shake
And interest so quickly fades.
.
So, are masks evil or are needed?
Or it depends how we were treated?
Or it so deeply sits inside
That we can't differ faked from I?
.
And Playing during life in hopes
That will meet that True Love that's honest.
But when we meet that Prince or Queen
We still can not believe it's real...
sooner you were gone the easier the way my life would become..well i thought.
I notice now that i was wrong.You were the thing that kept my life stright now im
not doing so well without you .please come back to me i miss you ever so deeply.
no longer will i ever say such bad things to the people i love and trust.
i never knew how sweet you were til you were gone.now i wished you have never
left. how could i say such bad thing's to you the only one i trusted and forever
loved.that was my mistake.no good had come of my mystakes.i will pay for them
for ever.you called me and said you missed you job i said i missed you.you knew
i wasn't lieing by the loud of my voice.i made a mystic witch will never happen
again.atleast not to you the one i love..........
When we were lost,
How did we feel,
Before we came to the cross
Is God real ?
Before that day,
When we turn from sin,
In a world in which we play,
Tired of the pain deep with in.
Jesus came to show a way,
To make stright the path,
For narrow is the gate,
Yet here we are at last.
Thru the days of wonder,
Now you can see his Glory,
His word are as Thunder,
Now can you see the true story ?
Yes, Our God is real,
My eye's have seen from where i've Been,
His love and grace my heart is sealed,
He calls me friend.
Forgiven, made whole,
I now walk and talk to him,
from the pit of hell from I was entering
Jesus saved my soul from all my sins.