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When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO YOUR HOMEWORK and
MAKE SURE IT'S RIGHT,
not long after HAVING DINNER,
then it's LIGHTS OUT GOODNIGHT,
Back in the Day,
MY PARENTS DROVE A CADILLAC,
An OLDSMOBILE REGENCY,
Now What ya'll think of THAT???
IN THE HOOD,
WHEN YOU GOT IN TROUBLE IN SCHOOL, and your GRADES WERE BAD,
When you had SCHOOL FRIENDS, and
ALL OF THE FUN THAT YOU GUYS HAD,
GIRLS PLAYED DOUBLE DUTCH,
THE BOYS PLAYED BALL,
PICKLES and KOOL-AID
was the best, IF I RECALL,
CHIPS and SODA,
NOW-N-LATERS,
THE TIMES WERE LAID BACK, AND
LIFE WAS GREATER,
LEMON HEADS,
BOSTON BAKED BEANS,
MR. MELON,
CHERRY CLAN, and
JOHNNY APPLESEEDS,
THESE ARE MY FONDESS
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES!!!,
IN THE HOOD, you weren't
SUPPOSED TO SQUEAL, because
SNITCHES GET STITCHES, and
that's on the REAL, REAL!!!
Back in the back day,
things weren't too bad,
IT'S 2025
NOW, THINGS ARE JUST SAD,
OH, IF I COULD JUST JUMP
in a TIME MACHINE,
and REVISIT and TALK to the
OLD YOUNGER ME, and
tell her about THESE PRESENT TIMES,
  I GUARANTEE YOU, IT WILL BLOW HER MIND, and
I WILL give her
WISDOM and INSPIRATION,
INSPIRE TO KEEP GOING, and have MOTIVATION,
I just WISH I CAN, and
I WISH I COULD,
as I recollect my youth of,
LIVING IN THE HOOD!!!


B.R.
DATE: 3/17/2025
The creature, it was an unhealthy being.
My contempt for that species has grown
we are of the same skin, or similar at least,
the same skin, or tone rather.
Analogous cultures.
But, reflections of my ancestors - the divine queens
this species, in particular, could never stand as such.

I had spent the latter portion of this moon-cycle trying to liberate that obese harpy of her injured soul.
Succubus, allowing lower dogs to penetrate her corrupted *****.
That demon believed that she could diminish me with her wasted ****,
but, the universe fortified my soul once, a millennia ago.

Devil!
You shall not tempt me!
I have been blessed, sanctified, under truth too long!
Your disastrous allure will succeed solely upon simple fools
I am a sentient being
sent to resist your immoral carnality
you have expressed your wicked tongue
vicious verbiage that dissected me
a betrayal to my soul
a betrayal
because of who I believed you were.
It was painful of how I was torn from you
you must be held accountable
therefore, my father shall cast fire upon you.

Your species must die!
I’ve prayed to my creators, with the intensity of my tears formulating rivers
I’ve inquired, with a rhythmic melancholic melody, “creator, why has that ***** been allowed to best me?”
I have broken myself upon those feared steps
my amorous heart was established beyond the gates of my temporal temple
but oh, how I plead, that those emotional doors remain closed.
She smiled at me, sinisterly, through a unique masquerade
unbeknownst to me, my affections bolstered by my loneliness, what insidious fiend she would successfully hide.
“ Creator, could you deliver an angel to me?
One who is certainly the truth of the light she speaks?”
I have experienced the deception of the sultry devils  
I have dealt with them long enough
heartless behemoths that persist in crushing me
I am worn down.
“If I expose all that I am onto your angel will she reciprocate my love?
If I have walked miles for her, would she fail to recollect the steps we have taken together?
Will the memories that she and I create evaporate, consequently, following the application of debaucheries prompting her to desire the sensual sensations initiated by another phallus?
Could my truest affections for her be considered when we, under moonlight, kiss?”
Reviewing all of this I must ask what has happened to the values that established the loving kingdoms of kings and queens?”

I ponder a new lady.
My mind discerning the hesitation of my heart to pursue such presumed bliss
my spirit is vigilant
the mind shall decide lest hearts passionately collide
the physical body is of no consequence.
Let it, please, not be her ****** that she, ignorantly, offers
if I shall prostrate myself, vehemently, before her, my dedication to her being blatant
will she remain with me always?

I have toiled under my desire to, “shake off” the soil
the soiled presences of harlots that I have foolishly seduced within that suppressed era of my youth
the constant breaking of my heart hath led me back to you,
back to her, the harpy.
I pledge, out loud, towards the heavens, that I no longer desire the flesh!
I plead, “that if she must be,
then, may she reflect me,
and, emulating the heavens, shall she, certainly, be a reflection of you?!”
These ole' Ghetto streets
You got beef??
then bring the heat,
Don't make this an issue,
I might just diss you,
When You living in the hood, and
you wish a n** Would!!
Aye, you good???
Everything's Aiight!!!
Aye, Ya'll cool???
Yeah we tight???,
Trash all over the place,
it's just a sin and
a shame it's such a disgrace,
Get outta my face, or
Imma put you in your place,
Don't make a sound,
not even a peep,
Can't keep your mouth shut,
then take several seats,
It's about to go down,
IN THESE OLE' GHETTO STREETS!!!


B.R.
Date: 10/29/2024
Johnnyqu33r May 2021
At this point I am absolutely aware
Birds have nibbled the whole trail
Of crumbs scattered loosely behind me
For you to follow and for you to find me

Nothing is worth measuring time
Dusk to dawn to candles burning out
Candles being blown out surrounded
By people and laughter and nothing

A dream found damaged and gathered
In my basket while on a visit to grandma
Heart ripe red and silver spoon fed to you
Only to become the evil queen at the end
I was raised by a pack of male wolves

Who taught me their version of womanhood

They called me Little Red Riding Hood
Handed me a cape
They told me to run through the woods
So I did.

When I got to the house of safety
And found a wolf hiding there
I thought he was my family
So I was not scared
When his paws were on my body and I dissolved into nothingness

I was raised by a pack of wolves
Who never bothered to tell me
I was one myself
my version of the tale
(man enters a tavern)
I'd like a room and a bath please

(tavern keeper)
a room I can do, but, a bath, totally out of the question

(man)
your sign says "rooms with baths", and I would like a room with a bath, as advertised

(tk)
you aren't from around here are you?

(man)
no, why?



(tk)
I thought not, so, I will say this slow...A room I can do, but a bath is totally out of the question

(man)
there is no need to take that tone with me. I made a perfectly legitimate request, as per your signage, and you take umbrage with me.

(tk)
I did not, and besides, I can't take it, if I don't know what it is. Hold on one minute....(walks outside, grabs a shovel on the way out...knocks sign down).

(tk)
(upon re-entry)....now, about that sign you said you saw. I believe you were mistaken.

(man)
this is the "three rivers tavern" as per the sign, which I assume is no longer hanging out front.

(tk)
It is, and your assumption is correct...it isn't

(man)
so, being the "three rivers tavern" would there not be three rivers in the proximity of this establishment from which you would be able to draw water for me, a bypasser, to get a bath

(tk)
yes...and no

(man)
what kind of an answer is that?

(tk)
Yes, it is the "three rivers tavern" and no, there are not three rivers in close proximity of this establishment from which I, a humble tavern keeper, and former owner of a sign, advertising, falesly, I might add...the presence of a bath in this establishment.

(man)
you are called "three rivers tavern" yet, there are no rivers nearby.? what kind of advertising is that?

(tk)
firstly, the sign was already made up, so, it was cheap. Secondly, who are you to question the name of my establishment, which I might add, is quite famous  in the region for many things, other than it's name, which, we may now be changing due to the sudden loss of our sign.

(man)
I sir, am Robin Hood of Sherwood.

(tk)
your'e not

(man)
I am. I am Robin Hood, Sir Robin of Loxley, if you please.

(tk)
I repeat...you're not. Not in those tights.

(man)
And what is wrong with my tights?

(tk)
Seriously? Do I really have to tell you that?

(man)
Yes, what is wrong with these tights?

(tk)
First off, Robin Hood, The REAL Robin Hood wouldn't be caught dead in those. Baggy, Saggy, there's leaves on them, holes...Robin Hood would have nice tight tights that were in good kip and accentuated his....

(man)
*******!

(tk)
exactly

(man)
No, I mean, how would you know what Robin Hood would wear? I mean, what I would wear? The condition of these tights helps me keep incognito in local archery competitions. If I went around showing ...

(tk)
*******!!! INCOGNITO? You are no more than a wayward traveller trying to get a free room on the reputation of someone else, namely...Robin Hood

(man)
My good sir, these are old, tights, ripped from swinging through the trees over time.

(tk)
If you are Robin Hood, tights or not...prove it to me. I'll give you the room, and go for the water myself.

(man)
How should I prove it, with no arrows, bow, and apparently no weaponry in sight. How do I go about showing I am Robin Hood?

(tk)
Use mine. Yep...use my bow, and I dare you to...to...shoot an apple off of his head over there. Oy....wake up. Catch (tosses an apple to man in the corner)
Put that on your head...he's gonna shoot it off.

(man in corner)
He's gonna what? off my...no he's not.

(man)
No, I will not. You obviously have me confused with William Tell. He's Swiss, they do things differently over there.

(tk)
You will, or you won't get your room

(man)
And if I should miss, what then?

(tk)
Not a problem. I've got lots of arrows and apples. We can just keep trying.

(man)
I mean HIM, what if I hit HIM.?

(tk)
You won't if you are who you say you are, and besides, I said I've got lots.

(man in corner)
But I'm your brother in law

(tk)
I've lots of those too. Now, here (hands arrow and bow to Robin)
Step back 10 paces, I'll open the door, and you....put that apple up.
One shot...hit the apple,....room and a bath....miss, and it's off with you

(man)
I really don't think...

(tk)
shoot or leave. Or...I can call the sherrif. If you are Robin Hood, he'll certainly want to see you.

(man)
Fine, give me those. (walks back 10 paces as the tavern owner opens the door).
(He fires, splitting the arrow in two, as the man in the corner slides to the floor)

(tk)
ROBIN!!!! Why didn't you say so? I knew it was you all the time. What can I do for you?

(Robin)
First, pick him up. Next that room. Then I have some requirements, that I need not be tested on. A bow, arrows, clothing, footwear. I need to look the part at the tournament coming up, when I do the big reveal, and I need the proper equipment. You, will help me with that, and seeing as how I have little to no money, as I said, I will need to put this on account which I will pay after the tournament.

(tk)
credit? You want credit?

(Robin)
Yes, as you can see, I am good for it.

(tk)
I saw you shoot an apple off a mans head from ten paces, not...win an archery competition with archers from all over Europe. CREDIT?

(Robin)
Here, hold this apple.

(tk)
Right, First things first...bow and arrows!!

(Robin)
I shall need to see the fletcher.

(tk)
that would be baker

(Robin)
No, I need a bow and arrows. I need a fletcher

(tk)
Exactly, Baker

(Robin)
I am at a loss. I need to see a fletcher and yet you keep saying Baker

(tk)
Right, The Fletcher is Baker. That's the man's name. You need to see Baker, the fletcher.

(Robin)
I see....I think. So I see the baker.

(tk)
You see the fletcher

(Robin)
Baker

(tk)
exactly

(Robin)
that's what I said.

(tk)
No,you said the baker

(Robin)
That's what you told me.

(tk)
No, I did not. I said The Fletcher was Baker. That's the mans name

(Robin)
Baker

(tk)
Now,you have it

(Robin)
Assuming I get what I need from the fletcher. I need a tailor.

(tk)
pastor

(Robin)
No, I do not need to see a pastor, I need a tailor

(tk)
That's the man's name. Pastor is the tailor

(Robin)
So, the pastor is the tailor

(tk)
No, Cooper is the pastor, pastor is the tailor.

(Robin)
I don't need a cooper, I need the tailor

(tk)
exactly. pastor

(Robin)
So, let me see...I go to see the pastor and the fletcher

(tk)
No, you see the tailor, pastor and then the fletcher

(Robin)
The Baker.

(tk)
Listen closely, or you'll never get your room. You see Baker the Fletcher and Pastor, the tailor. Not, the baker and the pastor. You keep getting mixed up

(Robin)
I'll need to write this down
Ok, for footwear, Cobbler

(tk)
Butcher

(Robin)
The butcher makes shoes too.?

(tk)
No. Butcher is the cobbler

(Robin)
That's what I said

(tk)
Look, it's dead easy, you go to see Baker, Pastor and Butcher and you'll be set

(Robin)
I'll end up with bread , a bible and meat. How does this help me in an archery competition?

(tk)
No...you see baker the fletcher, pastor the tailor and butcher the cobbler. It couldn't get any simpler

(Robin)
Maybe I don't need that room after all.

(tk)
follow...fletcher baker pastor tailor butcher cobbler. then back here.

(Robin)
No...I think maybe....is there another village close by.

(tk)
Yes, on the other side of the three bridges

(Robin)
Which, as we know, do not exist

(tk)
And...they speak Welsh!!! your choice

fade out
Parzival Mar 2020
He is your average guy
In a hood
Always there alone in his grey hood

Not bothered about you, me them
Just him
He's not timid I know that much

Not a conversation specialist either
Never interested in talking to you
Me
Them
Talks to himself though, enjoys it

Sometimes It feels he likes he's hiding face
I wonder what's his secret identity ?
I reach for his hood
He doesn't like that, he really doesn't like that

So much anger in his eyes
Lots of sadness too
Your eyes, through them i see it
Ravaged battlefields,  how many times did you have to battle yourself
Alone
How many times did you want cry out
But you felt no one would listen?
Who are You?
Bryan Britt Feb 2020
Battles never end well for one side,
In the Begging, it was the British who took the fall, one of his might
Ship sunk do to the Kriegsmarine,
Many people died in this battle, many families torn
Apart do to the war, many people served there country with honor, others not,
Revered as the most powerful ship at the time, the people
Clinging for there country on these Battleships, the
Kriegsmarine was now defeated
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