Nitty Gritty Poems | Examples

Maybe Fantasy, Maybe Hallucination

I paint a whimsy in my mind,
A quiet place and pretty,
Where I can simply dream
Child-like without the nitty-gritty 
Of the city's less then kind imagination. 

In reverie, the gurus say, the mind
Will try visualization, the machinations
Of the Universe, or so it may seem,
But in truth it's just an aberration
Of Reality's unending hallucination!

Glug glug glum

I swim in sorrow, deep and wide,
Against a tide that won’t let me hide.
Each thought is bleak, each stroke is weak,
My breath is weak, I cannot speak.
If I stop to think, I start to sink.
My eyes glue shut if I blink.
I'm slunk in a glum, glug slug of gunk.
Stuck in the oooze of blues, I'm sunk.
My arms grow weary, my eyes are teary.
My fate is bleary, dreary, weary.
For grief is a sea, land-locked in self pity,
In which we wallow, until we swallow, nitty-gritty.

A Tritina

Tritina  (three tercets with one final line). 

I will return as you taught me to read a god gifted total benign, even after nine
I will return as you taught me to see the specific Night of Knight M Shyamalan
I will return as you taught me to listen to the nitty gritty a lot, and the system 

told the family sift an autistic family food, Trying dough for far too long in frame
They are class of mishaps, birds of the same feather and you are a linear secular
practice along one way, the other one is pedagogy of monolithic behavioral norm 

I told time as I wrote once a power point key. Did commit a tavern charm
Time elapses and time begins, and time stamps the truest may, say so and so.
Time has her graceful heed to vilify the cover page elsewhere, to May to mow.

They blew the divine up, with the silentmost Neon light, landed, to reach for the show!

Pretty Beautiful

Here's the nitty-gritty:

I don't need a city 
Or the vote from some committee
To tell me that you're pretty
That fact is indisputable 
Wholly irrefutable 
The truth of it immutable...

Bluebird, you are beautiful!!

So Fine

Grinds so fine. Keep steep steady.
Catch ev’ry nitty gritty. Screen darkness dregs.
Press, add water. Start ebonic eddy.
Stir ‘nilla cream, bright and witty.
Chat with friends so fine. Keep.

Gentle and Loving Heart

Gentle and loving heart is all.

It tames the stormy days’ wildness toll,
Subsiding the seemingly incomprehensible 
Unfairness of the wild world numb contretemps.

Yet

It flames the homely wee joy, 
Intensifying the nitty-gritty fathomably
Gift of everyday serendipity godsend-- 
And only when 
the gentle and loving hearts (under)stand.

(14-6-2024)

Black History

Written By:  D. Collins 2/15/24


To me, red, black, and green means.....
Black blood embedded all over the earth.
There has never been any who have actually seen.
Being used as a tool with free, yeoman's work.


I put this to paper just in case people forgot.
I've been around a while, and have seen a lot.
So, I'm qualified to give the downright-nitty-gritty.
And, contribute my version of Black History.


It's still bad in Compton, where I was born.
Beaucoup years after Katrina N.O. still ain't home.
There are states removing us from history books.
Now, you tell me, who are the real crooks?

Nazrul Song

Theme: 
Nazrul Song : 
The eternal mid-fielder jersey, won't you have thy mercy?
The eternal mid-fielder jersey, won't you have thy mercy?
The ever-young heart, with a malleable intricate
Time took you away, gypsy mood, heard.
a solitude in contemplation, my reverie Lord!
In space , out there, out beyond
An absorbed state of whim, for lowly low, this body
A morale, breakable rule for an unbroken time, lulls on
a solitude in contemplation, my reverie lord!
stars and sun, and moon, playtime when days delight, yours
The indifferent, you
lying all and all, beneath thy feet
In platoons of fleet
The ordinary day with a grand, still, in nitty gritty
In glum and glee, only a tranquil serendipity
In whim of a smile, a tear of a soul, paired for evermore
a solitude in contemplation, my reverie lord!

Lewd Louie

Lewd Louie came from Windy City
he went straight for the nitty gritty
	got fresh with Margo
	who told her man Beau
who kicked his a** with rhythmicity

Even Big Boys Cry

I'm writing in despondence,
Perhaps seeking your indulgence,
Let's talk about this boy,
Let's be their life-buoy,

Big boys are now crying,
They are at a verge of dying,
They're all subject to oblivion,
Very soon going to extinction,

Today I'm speaking for the lad,
Do not say I'm a biased bard,
Where's the manhood glory,
All troddened and treated lowly,

To day I'm writing to the men,
Pushing on to the gentlemen,
Let's be a little magnanimous,
All you hear ain't rumours,

We've lost everything masculine,
The all world is now feminine,
The rain is heavily beating us,
Our own are licking the ****,

Let's go to the drawing board,
There are lots of things aboard,
Lets check the nitty gritty,
It's time to avoid the fishy,

@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.

Fruits of Labour

Fruits of Labour

Sometimes I dream
Where I would like to be.

Far from nitty, gritty chores;
Enjoying fruits of labour,
Feeling the ocean breeze
Breezing over me.

Happy and nonchalant,
Swaying in my hammock;
On a shore of golden sand
On a South Pacific Island.

(Que ce soit ma maison.)
And let this be my paradisium
Distances from criticism
On the beaches of Tahiti,
With a tiare behind my ear.
               ***

Notes:
1) “Que ce soit ma maison” is a French phrase which translates into English “Let this be my home”.

2) “Tahiti” (Rising Sun) is the largest island in the French Polynesia, and its capital is Papeete.

3) The “Tiare” is Tahiti’s national flower.(Behind the right ear signals single and available while behind the left ear indicates married or dating.)

Being Forgiven

Being Forgiven
Miracle Man
7/23/2022

I refuse to linger my days in pity,
but am remorseful for things I’ve done.
But when it gets own to the nitty-gritty,
I have the power to change nary one.

For my past is like a read only file,
It can’t be changed, what others see.
So this morning, in thought, I reconcile,
while praising God for forgiving me.

Garden Apartment Redemption

I solemnly received my first toilet auger
As if it were a knight’s well-tempered sword.
It meant I’d passed my ninety-day audition,
And seemed to me a suitable reward.

And so began my tenure working maintenance 
In the nasty nitty gritty of a toxic circumstance. 
But I’d scored a small apartment, living duty-free,
So, it was time for starting over’s second chance. 

A thousand plus apartments needed tending.
When a work ticket printed, I called dibs.
Seventy buildings built of brick and dreams.
I was privy to the skivvy in all those skeevy cribs.

I’ve encountered many silent tribal totems:
Hindu murti, Christian chi rho, Muslim script.
But no matter the religion of the trouble call,
For every useful purpose, I came suitably equipped.

There were feral cats, roaches, and bedbugs 
Infesting hoarders’ floorspace wall-to-wall.
I dealt as best I could with the detritus,
But my biggest stress was over-night on-call.

While paying the price of complete independence
I may sometimes have hammered my thumb.
Though I may be a hack in the handyman trade, 
I conducted my final campaign as my army of one.
And I came off a winner.

Birmingham My Idyll City

I recall the nitty-gritty
Of days gone by in the city
Tho' I'm not asking for pity
I love Birmingham, my city.

On the doorstep the jobs were there
Work was easy found everywhere
Tho' never a penny to spare
There in Birmingham, I declare.

Noise from factory symphony
Smoke billowing out from chimney
Worst of all was outside privy
That was Birmingham, our ditty.

We walked to school in heavy smog
Didn’t bother us, nor the fog
Or those walking to their jobs
Good old Birmingham, so it was.

Excitement when Fair came to town
Three times a year on some spare ground
Straight after school off we were bound
Fun in Birmingham, always found.

There was a lady we called Miss
Made toffee apples for us kids 
Will never forget her for this
Heart of Birmingham, it was bliss.

We would hear the church bells ringing
Passing steam trains loudly hissing
Aston Villa fans when cheering
Joy of Birmingham’s true meaning.

Though we've many had claim to fame
Times have changed nothing is the same
Yet still there flows the River Tame
Thumbs up Birmingham, keep aflame.

18th September 2021

Nature Versus Mankind

Metropolitan city, a fast-paced city   
            Tantalizing desires, dazzling fame stealthily bound to disintegrate 
Swelling population, clustered houses, disparity among people, gazing with pity 
High ambition, stiff competition, insensitive attitude sneakily tend to deflate  

                        Flashback memories come to foresight together  
Once, dense woods stand tall, creatures under one roof altogether  
A mark of solidarity and in cohesion, help each other

      Drooping trees bemoan, ‘How callous mankind axe us for pleasure’
            ‘How anyone tear us apart, lament in displeasure 
                        Selfish and greedy, in equal measure. 

Confronting setbacks, man with nature hasten to discuss nitty- gritty 
            Realized, hankering after mundane objects, inner self tend to degenerate 
      Thereafter, exchange pleasantry with one-another
                        Harmony and unity exist, a priceless, glorious treasure.


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