A complex man, not very wise,
A spoilt child in a man's disguise
A man child who can't behave
Whose followers he enslaves
He tells them things they want to hear
And fills their simple hearts with fear,
He fills their minds with hate and lies
He is a man all should despise
But they adore this ignorant fool
And attend this manchild school
Categories:
manchild, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
watching the waves before departure
knowing that the salty waters will flow on
i wish that she will remember me and know my name
the tears fall slowly
being a manchild stubborn and unwilling to acknowledge reality
aware, but unaware of the sturuggles' welcome home party
i wish that she will embrace me to elongate my company
the tears fall slowly
feeling the gentle breeze and hearing my long deceased Mother's voice
'time to go home, my son, there will be other times'
i wish that she would stamp that guarantee as confirmatory truth
the tears increase their speed and forms a 'blue' puddle below me
Categories:
manchild, goodbye, ocean,
Form: Free verse
A lifetime seen thru silence at your side,
From tiny lad to manchild in your shade,
One sole intent - to earn a nod of pride,
Tho' I was never worth the effort made.
In years past, I had ears fast to the rail,
My tympans aching for the waking word
That might let love or God above prevail,
But cold admonishments were all I heard.
'Hard work is how a father shows his love',
How many times I'd heard that empty line,
But as you left the earth for heav'n above,
I learned the selfless depth of your design ...
What my self-pitied eyes could never see ...
The mighty bridge that you had built for me.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice O, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = ten per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
manchild, appreciation, father, growing up,
Form: Sonnet
A woman in travail, to give birth,
above her head a crown of twelve stars.
Clothed with the Sun,
the moon at her feet.
The day the Universe changed.
The day the water broke,
the banks.
Of Evermore.
The Manchild to come.
Restore.
Come to overtake the gamblers
abetting against Heavens ranks.
Waging wages against its humble
and poor.
Categories:
manchild, abortion, america, angel, anger,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Langston Two
You sent a zygote zinger
A telegraphed sperm by C&P.
Brown, unborn manchild.
Spirit of secret thought
Quickly caught
By my fertile woman mind.
I saw him today, seventh period
He made boisterous cries
Had thick, virile thighs
And with your questioning eyes
He was reaching
Demanding to
Be.
I must name him after you
Langston
Two
Endear him with pretense
A literary sense
A dream name
From the “dream man”
For my dream child.
Bewildering blue bundle of foreshadowed fires
Given life by my secret desires.
1976
11/04/16
Old Jewelry or Just Old Things or Old, Old Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Categories:
manchild, baby, crush, dad, dream,
Form: Free verse
Life's whirlwind swirls about my mind
A maze of tomorrow's come...to pass
Which way to turn is unforeseen
Sorrow's womb has born a child
Of labor, long and strained
A manchild faced with Unlived Dreams
Must brave tomorrow's wake
Copyright Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
Categories:
manchild, angst, black african american,
Form: Blank verse
let me slip away into sleep now
let me open my dreamers eyes in restless slumber
slip away to a dream of summer long ago
to walk the paths that only boyhood knew
to be once more the manchild beholding
all the world within my grasp
all the mysteries to be conquered
to be the hero for all the world to see
this sleeping world gives glimpses of itself as i awaken
the steps of roosevelt school
footsteps echoing on the ornate marble
laughing clear and clean
without worry or taint
let me slip away into sleep once more
let me fly among the stars
in wonderful adventure
let me run like the wind
free once more
free
Categories:
manchild, beauty, celebration, child, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Rememba when,
you broke my heart
Walked out and said goodbye
Said you wern't coming back
so, why you back with your sorry ass?
Did you think I would miss you?
Oh so now you want me to kiss you?
Wipe that smile from your face,
you nothing but a big white disgrace!
Go walk away and hopefully your never to be seen
stupid manchild, go back to where you came!
Categories:
manchild, love hurts,
Form: I do not know?
Strange how friendship breaks like strings into new
Theories about the bonds of life. I have kept news
Of nothing on the missing pages of history: and few
The the frolic ever reclaimed, but I do not lose
The hours spent in books when you were in school
I was not. We read the same ideal of other men
And thought them our own, we who never broke a rule
by choice, unexposed those days, circle now the den
Where ambition roars, and taste the blood of fear
We cannot let the dreamers see in us. Is it not now
Then that we should turn again and face the glare
Like a frantic manchild racing to the end? O how
You inspired me then with feet pounding into earth
Your body singing with the pain that made the laurel
Of mirth.
Categories:
manchild, friendship,
Form: Verse
Manchild , growing up as an asphalt wild
out on the streets , takin' the heat ,
every now and then , gettin' my beat
earnin' respect , every little speck
stripes on my neck , head strong.....game on...
Where the motto , " no blood , no foul "
everythang but bitin' , all is allowed
rooster struttin' , straight cuttin'
head buttin' , thick skinned
short lived , little boy's playpen
no room for romper , get played by a stomper
elbow's to hip's , sweat and grit
game is the same no matter where we play it
all the big ballers talkin' it up loud
all the whip's whippin' their bumpin' sounds
You give it , you get it
no soft play out here
take it strong to the hole
or , sit over there , where
the females be hangin' , what a sexy crowd
cat callin' cutie booties rootin' us on
" get off my jock girl !! " , it's flight time
gonna take this fool beyond
inside , outside , the game doesn't change
only the score at the end of the day
Slappin' and dappin' , " much love bruh , next time "
we're only combatants inside these white lines
leave it all on the court , tommorrows another day
i'll try to be a good sport , as i remember your battle way's......
Categories:
manchild, friendship, school, sports, urban,
Form: Free verse