Written By: D. Collins 7/25/25
It gives me the credence of exactly who I am.
That monstrous feeling of the return of the man.
Standing tall, looking ya'll right in the face.
And putting every perspective right in its place.
Love surrounds me in each and every way.
It gave me the skill to write this for ya'll today.
Honestly, I have a problem with starving kids.
Because that wasn't the way I was taught to live.
Love surrounds me in the most negative way.
That Gangsta MF that lasts for many days.
Children are children and deserve to live a life.
Without bombs waking them up at night.
Categories:
mf, mystery,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Written By: D. Collins 6/15/25
A Father's Day is celebrated if he's done something good.
Putting in the heavy work and done everything he could.
He's the protector to ensure nothing happens to them.
That Almighy MF that's down for all his children.
A Father's Day extends throughout his whole lifetime.
He cries when he should but is always on the front line.
He looks out for those who aren't even his.
Just a Big Boss Dog for all the little kids.
Categories:
mf, fathers day,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Written By: D. Collins 9/21/24
Never put anything in front of Pops picture.
Or, bad luck will reach out and come and get 'ya.
Give credence to the DNA within your blood.
Show ultimate respect for those who taught you love.
It gets even better, if you look just like him.
A total reproduction of my father, Jim.
Someone who never bows down to what ain't right.
The clear underdog who always wins the fight.
Because I have his traits, along with DNA.
Makes me the baddest MF living today.
What I am saying, I can say out loud.
Because I am proof of what makes me proud.
Categories:
mf, father,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
My initials are M F, of course, given by my parents. I don't use nicknames in any of my writings.
Maiden’s flimsy faking made mystique meaningless making me fade from fantasy friend;
Categories:
mf, confusion, depression, fantasy, friend,
Form: Alliteration
America, we are not just the greatest country in the World.
We are are the American race,
pioneers of the freeborn.
We are a family, like a family we
have our problems.
Don't get me wrong. You were wrong before,
you underestimated us before.
You underestimate us again.
WE Fyou choose to dance with orange LSO aircraft lightning rod paddles in the storm.
By the way, CIA news, we are not a Democracy,
we are a Constitutional Republic !
GOD Bless America
Categories:
mf, art,
Form: Ode
Are you a banshee?
Guess, hafta see
Why me?
No! I won't take a knee
Looking at me with those eyes
Those eyes so full of lies
No matter who tries
It draws flies
Do you understand me
I am free!
Because you couldn't see
And just let it be
You did misunderstand
You know my land
Nothing was planned
Not by my hand
You made your choice
No! Don't listen to my voice
Yes, I'm talking to you
Better, you knew
I accepted your crazy
But mine, your too lazy
Fine, this is a big lake
And I cause a big wake
But your life, do enjoy
I'm a M.F., not a boy
You can bet
Long, I won't set
This written, mainly for one
Oh Yeah! We're done!
Hon!
Categories:
mf, break up, self,
Form: Monorhyme
I say the love was lost when he goes there and do the unexpected.
Its like he wanted to hurt me so he used sex as a weapon.
I think I would be a fool to ask was it unprotected.
But I suspected it to be more than BS besides excepting this.
Just let me clarify the evidence.
All the info up until this point has been very relevant.
Even the MF, who bought me the info stick out like an elephant!
Damn!
I'm trying to figure out why everybody wanna mess up my happiness.
Nevertheless, I'm lady-like pissed.
I'm sipping on Hennessey.
Listening to Mary J. Blige greatest hits.
As I let the tears fall behind
My Shades, Earrings, & Lipstick
Categories:
mf, deep,
Form: Epic
????FUcupid????
Weeping in the dark she left her mark now my trust condemned....??
Extinguished every spark then I watched her break my heart again...??
Pain branded in my thoughts I'm so distraught I can not pretend...??
Tore my **** apart and well probably never talk again...??
Heart colder than a coffin and a MF penguin fin...??
Our love was perfect harmony no bargaining with cupids plan ...??
Tell cupid and any dude she's wit ...when I see you ....
YOU GONE GET THEESE HANDZ..???????????????????
No time to make a mends you must forgot who the f*** I am...
And tell your Fat ass friend I heard shell f*** ya for a peice of ham ??...??
Prolly sucking d***k for pizza sweating cheese turkey grease yams...????
Gravy in her plasma wit a heavy case of asthma (damn??)??
Categories:
mf, anger, betrayal, break up,
Form: Lyric
O! Performing artist of the weak and fickle mind.
Multi-headed serpent, frothing the air, in poisoned breath.
Degenerating, the Supreme, through creative lores,
As visuals of the divine masters, in naked glory.
Over awed prevaricator of the Holy Form.
Liberator? Struggling under the yoke of truth.
Throw not thy burden, thy duty to the human race.
The wheels of time, in time, will smother you to dust.
Lo! Hussain M.F., why did you not bleed.
Thrash your chest, to burning red, in anger.
For you upsurge the holy word of Allah;
Dismember incarnations of the Almighty; Now.
Categories:
mf, art
Form: Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
My son makes Dennis the Menace look like Opie Taylor.
He has the manners of a tyrant and the mouth of a sailor.
He's only eight years old and he uses the F word.
He cusses me out and then he gives me the bird.
I ask him to stop cussing but he says hell no.
That's the last time that I'll let him watch HBO.
He cussed out his principal who happens to be deaf.
I'm glad he can't hear because my son called him an MF.
He circumcised me with my pocket knife and my wiener sure is sore.
Somebody please shoot me so I won't have to take his crap anymore.
Categories:
mf, funny, son, me, me,
Form: Rhyme