Some go to canberra to look at the sights.'
Some went in 22, to complain on its blights.'
Its a strange old place canberra.' A shop window of sorts.' A (w e f) example of just
What has been bought.' Gee thery are a strange mob in 'that place' but the best place
TWOT'S; to see..And in great numbers; just take it from me, maybe that could become
Passtime.? We'll have to wait and see.'Go up there and (count the TWOTS?) Well you'll get a whole lot.' All in
One place they be .' ( its almost a humanistic zoo) My proverbial God.' Its
TWOT town Australia..' but you need to be in a good
Numbered crew, cause they can be quite savage, wow I'm tellin you.' They
Have been known to be agressive.' To spectators when up close.' I saw a TWOT once
Ram a convoy..Screaming expletives mouthing hatefull boasts..But go on up by all means.!
Just stay protected from ( their cookers ) and
Don't let them know you're counting..Thats a
' thing i'm told; best never done in front of hookers'
Baby don’t you see, you just aren’t right for me?
Not part of my destiny , life is clear to me.
Tellin me you love me, when you know that’s not true.
Girl, don’t you know I see right through you too?
The guy you see just isn’t me, I am a solitary man.
Our time has passed fun while it lasted we did all we can.
Now I am gunna move on and you should do the same.
Our day is over, I have the strength there’s no one to blame.
I have to tell you this isn’t how it should be.
You think that you are the only one, but cant you see.
There were others that were true to me,
but it just isn’t fair cause no one is part of my destiny.
What you have done just cant be undone, its gone.
Now I need to break free, follow my destiny and carry on.
Baby I cant find the words I know you’ve been having fun.
The time will come and you might be the lonely one.
There was a time when I wanted you, but you chose to be free.
It shows what I have been through, Now you aren’t my destiny.
Did you expect me to be on call for when it suited you?
Not part of my destiny , life is clear to me, so very true.
I'm on this bottle,
They call it depression,
Gotta face my inner battles,
I can't show my expression.
Started my regression,
To help stop my aggression,
Holding it back,
All these tears,
Holding onto my fears.
With you bearing my witness,
I gotta straighten up,
Even if my demons,
Don't help me see it thru,
Keep on finding my inner youth,
Got too many problems to spare,
I wanna take,
That whole bottle down,
Thanks to my depression,
Family of addicts,
Whom are on my mind,
Mom spent her days,
In the bar smokin,drinking,
So we throw our hands up,
We kept thinkin,
She was never leavin,
Chasing this bottle ,
Once more,
Makes me feel good,
And somewhat numb,
Deep within my thoughts,
I'm drinkin,
Ended up slippin,
Hearts still breakin
Tellin myself don't be hang in,
Wanna pick up the phone,
Wanna pack up all my clothes,
My head is messed up,
My depression knocks me down,
Needing some balance,
All I wanna do is throw that bottle down,
Stuck in my battles,
I'm stuck in this bottle of depression!
You know I had to
leave by 1:00.
I had a date with
Somethang Special.
So I decided to
plow both sides of the
ole circle feild
down by
Suttle's place.
i got the edges first cause I knew
Ole Sutle's wife did laundry
on Wedsday,. Well anyway
I got about all but done
when i looked over
across the feild
and saw them two knucleheaded Gals
out there throwing red tomatos
at Old Suttle's wifes
freshly clean clothes.
I yelled o'er there
a said, stop that you
two damn Gals.
They looked and me a gave some
hand jesture, and told that
tall one "you couldn't wet yo' self wiff water"
Ya'll best be gone, cause I'm
aah tellin Ole Suttler's wife ya'lls doings"
that ole Hussy Gal told me
"Blank you!" waving her midlle finger at
me. I told "Ole Sutter's wife
and she delt wiff them Smupetts:
cussing them out and yelling.
They got on there motorbike and
left. Wear those hiked up
spandex shorts, lordy be
something going on round year!
..and now your'e tellin me
that my love runs too deep
And then your'e tellin me
I'm coming on too strong
Isn't love funny?
And you spend all of my money
And call it bittersweet
..And then your'e tellin me
I'm not paying enough attention
to your needs
And then you say I can't be reached
What do you want me to do?
What are looking for in me?
I have a heart
that needs to be filled
With your kindess and love
But you turn it all around on me
..And now your'e tellin me
that I'm asking for too much
and then your'e tellin me
That you can't live without my touch
Isn't life funny?
and you take all of my money
and call it bittersweet
Isn't life funny?
how he calls it ,
so bittersweet...
I don't know when
I've seen clouds this dark --- BLACK!
with white surrounding them entirely.
Got em boxed in. No place to go,
nowhere they can stretch out.
Mama says she has!
She's seen em so dark til
they looked like black
holes in the universe. Like spilled midnight.
"Wonder what makes them that way?"
I probed Mama, certain that she had the answer.
"It's because they're angry. Tired.
And probly curious. They wanna know
what's outside of those white borders
that has the sky so intent on
keepin them in?
Thinkin, 'surely there's space enough
for them both---cloud and sky! So, the tighter
the sky's hold on em, the angrier they get!
The stronger their will to go
beyond the borders.
And I dunno how dark they gonna grow,
nor, how long they gonna wonder
---But, I'm tellin you, Child
it's gonna rain.
How do you tell them
you don't want them no more.
How do you say,
in a nice way,
get out,
there's the door.
Everyone knows
We've all done it!!
Here goes
Its not u, its me,
I feel we shud move on.
I realise the way Im tellin u
is totally wrong.
Pls dont b angry
it wasnt the sex
This is all very awkward
tats y Im sendin dis txt.
(Title) This Generation
(By) YO'LOO
(My real name) Yolanda Alfred
(About) The Generation/World/Community
This generation... should be a separation,
because... people shootin & killen but... the killer still have celebrations.
I'm literally tired of the law & news lien to us... with all this allegation.
This generation is so... corrupted & confused.
Sadly... now days they think love is being abused.
So... the vulnerable hurtful humans just make up any excuse.
I'ts really sad... cause we supposed to be motivating the youth,
But instead... they realin them & killen them & not tellin the truthful truth.
Like... racists *****sapiens... want you to be something else or,
act like something else without being actually you.
This generation is so crazy... they want blacks to be white or,
act white so blacks maybe considered cute.
Shush...DIDN'T I TELL YAWL TA BE QUIET
Be quiet, hush now;
Says the Librarian;
Mama says “Shush! Do you want to wake everyone?”
Toddler mocks mama shushes every one else;
What's the rush;
Grandma says you better hush;
Utterance of “shush” the thumps were followed by;
More hushes and shushes and yawl better B quiet from the aunts';
Gits a switch from out the yard;
Now ya hear a soft swishing or rustling sound;
Shush;
Gittin yo buttocks whipped;
What ya rush;
And you bet not cry;
Been tellin ya to be quiet so now
Shush;
SHo?oSH, SH?SH!
9/12/18 ©2018
For Shush...Did You Hear That? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Always hydrate if not you dehydrate
It's a lathargically uncomfortable state
Drink now don't hesitate
Contemplate on the amount of water
In fact don't you even bother
And drink more even when its hotter
Helping all parts from kidneys to your skin
Making you sparkle and glow from within
This radiant complexion helps fight infection
And cures all ails when you add a lemon
Don't be a fellon listen to what I'm tellin
Add some cucumber drink before slumber
Detoxs your body makes you feel younger
They recommend 8 glasses a day
So go now don't delay
Drink it and healthy you will stay.
I was addicted to your wispers of love like a dope fiend
hustin an grindin is my reality, an what we was chasing was a pipe dream.
I aint no sucka i knew i coulndnt have what we promised each other
always an forever was to much you deserve someone much better.
ima thug an hustla always makin moves addicted to livin in the fastlane
fell in love with the game livin like a superstar but with no fame.
an im tellin you if one day you wake up an im not there
just know i truly cared an will cherish the time that we shared...
Its never lonely
On streets so dark n shady
Cant find nothin left before. Me
Cant see how thoughts like this run Through me so quickly .
I see what was given but NEVER took more then needed.. only pain. Of the same thing with in cant seem to forgive so I tent to hold it all in.. never changes
Not give up easy the bars surround me prison nor life ever came easy allways found my self .. in losing hardly gaining . Stories worth da time of tellin.
Chose da path I walk n hold my head up highly. Regreats of to many things.. but never once in a life time do I have something I can say smiling proudly but givin birth to my babies ... this is a true story. An I say it not with hate but truth behind me .. n fast like its a rush right through me ... for give me .. for being me an not caring so, sudden peace..
Life can be depressin
You're just constantly stressin
Over learning life lessons
and guessin,
What's the message?
And what's the point of livin?
if you're annoyed every minute
Why's the earth even spinnin
Why was I given birth in the beginnin?
Why am I still stressed?
I should feel blessed
For what I do possess,
Life's like a stupid test
that you can't pass,
You don't wanna finish the rest
but you have to last,
You've got to diminish the pest
that's tellin you stop
I've been through hell and I'm not
gonna rot in a coffin
Still a worried man,
Im fraught about it often
I feel hurried and,
My stress has got to soften
I will for sure read and,
Study for this test to give my best
But the stress will have to rest.
Ya call yerself Rose
But ya actually Vie
I'm left here ponderin
Wonderin why
Sure ya pretty
Rose suits ya fine
Complexity like wine
There's some fella
I'm sure ya left behind
Him a seven and you a nine
Yet I look
I ain't see no thorns
Even though petals of splendor adorn
A sweet child
Canadian born
Who looks like a flower
In a field of corn
So you see
I'm here ta dis
I tink ya
A misrepresented flower miss
Or perhaps I mistaken
Ya might be a Mrs.
All I know
Is ya go around
givin hugs and kisses
In the end
I m a witness
Maybe it's none a ma business
It may just be ma inquisitiveness
Are ya sure
Ya not a Violet
Or tink perhaps
ya a disguised
"Stone Cold Pilot"
Pretty with piercing eyes
And glamorous highlights
Writing rhymes in fluorescent red tights!
Keepin fellas up at night
I'm tellin ya
Dat aint right
Yer star
Otta sight
It's just way ta bright!
Getting in on the slam fun, dedicated to Rose!
I don’t know where we're going, I don’t know what to do,
You don’t talk to me- well hardly, but I hope you'll tell me soon.
Are you leaving me for another woman, at all, or just for you?
I just want to know, I just want the truth.
I ask that you tell me whats really on your mind,
At the moment you're with me, but I cant help but wonder “why?”
I wish you would share whats on your mind more,
You pay attention to other things so much I tend to get bored.
You say you wanna talk, but then you never do,
you go off on your computer and do the things you do... Play and listen to your music too.
What's so wrong with tellin me what is on your mind,
What are you afraid of telling me, Would ya spit it out this time?!
Are you leaving me for another woman, at all, or just for you?
I just want to know, I just want the truth.
I ask that you tell me whats really on your mind,
At the moment you're with me, but I cant help but wonder “why?”
I don’t know where we're going, I don’t know what to do,
You don’t talk to me- well hardly, but I hope you'll tell me soon.
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