"backups" poems
So come everybody throw ya hands
In the air for me
If y'all feelin this jubilee
O yea so lets get back to the actions
Satisfaction
Of celebrities got ya main attraction
No actin I'm packing
Gats to baseball bats and who dat?
Call me poetry wack splat
Goes through ya back bullet hole
Filljn those
Empty spots ya can't touc what's hot
I got reps like birdie
Above the rim lace blunt with traces
Of v slims
Who can stop me if my potency
Is near infinite
I'm embedded in ya melon eternally
Too cool for y'all to see I be
With this jubilee a juvenile
Born in the wild never smiled as child
All I wanted was a few toys from micky ds
Could barely afford cheese
Make tracks sneeze when I breath
Got thick chicks from here all the way to Belize
Please don't be ignorant
Just throw ya hands up to this anthem
Ya can't phantom
The jubilee is slammin-
Come on
Not that the time is right
Refocused my sight the black knight
Knocking outsights now ya braille as **** for trynA **** with
The m o b s t e r ghetto star
All hands on the r
Ruger luger quick to shoot ya scoop ya
Out of the scene like ice cream
One man team
Don't need a **** near friend in need
Please believe
I got backups like traffic
Hit the skins is automatic cuz static
To radio station they hate me
Cuz I don't participate in ********
I'm concerned with
These ***** *** punks running politics
Donald Trump I gotta automatic thAt loves to dump
Throw his *** in the trunk
Puff skunks I'm slammin on the gas
Like an alley oopp dunk full of *****
Dikes to lesbians all want a piece of me
I ain't cocky but stocky like Rocky
Picket pock me ill find thee
Restin peace to my enemies
That couldn't get to me
I'm hater proof so y'all just throw ya hands in the air for me
And represent this jubilee ahh. Come on
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
a thousand years ago, wrote a poem called
“why I always carry tissues” -
a labor of love to
mine own toddlers misadventures,
requiring love covered in tissues so soft,
yet an ironclad coating
of natural substantive parenting
useful for tearing eyes, running noses,
and the cuts of living outdoors joyously
children grow older and oft that means,
they seek not your counsel,
and if offered, politely ignored,
for so it goes tween fathers and sons
then one summer days you receive an
observation, a datapoint that irradiates,
a quiet confirmation that not everything
you’ve said and done has gone astray
a young’un of “almost ten,” informs her father,
around the luncheon table of three generations,
that her foot is hurting; the son, now the father,
diagnosis renders, a blister, which will require
a protective custody that will protect the child’s
feet from the ravages of furious Shell Beach fun,
or the rough of a Manhattan sidewalk
I watch with a joy so quiet and so overwhelming,
as the son-father reaches into a cargo pocket,
producing not one but two bandaids, for life
requires backups for there are other babes about,
who at moments notice, produce scrapes and cuts
of ever greater consequence for each year they age
his wife renders me overjoyed, when she dryly
observe how certain children are lucky that
their father always carries bandaids, a new factoid,
for me, an unknown that glistens like a wet shell
now my eyes tearing, for a message in a bandaid,
or a tissue no matter which, is a certified proof,
somehow a message got through the clutter,
marked “well received,” that loving well requires
an oh so very hard attention to details, and that deep pockets
are repositories of good notions, handed down generations
June 24, 2021
Shell Beach
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
I pity you because you"ll never truly know the feelings you evoke
Searching for the perfect words and overcoming all my nerves
Finally mustered up the courage but to you I'm nothing but a joke
To you a few seconds worth of thought is all a man deserves
Invite me with your eyes until I finally make my move
Then you act surprised with your ego"s point to prove
Or else she's interested, engaged, polite, and very nice
But ladies please listen close to this next piece of advice
Instead of leading us all on and wasting both our valuable time
Would it be so hard to just say no, would that really be a crime
Tell me you have a boyfriend, I don't even care if its a lie
And give me credit for the courage that it even took to try
Take it as a complement and just for a second wear my shoes
All that we could be was dreamt and I woke up with the blues
You burned the blueprints, a beautiful skyscraper was to be built
I looked for clues and hints, now I pray you can deal with the guilt
I envy you, so lucky to be blessed with the ability to ignore
Sweep us under the filthy rug and strike us deep at our core
To be thrown into the junkyard that any man would abhor
You forgot we're also human beings, so I really must implore
Give us a fake number at least it will make us laugh
At least our glass will still be close to holding half
I understand your point of view, I know it must be hard
So many offers every day, always keeping up your guard
Deciding which ones to let in and which ones to discard
All while trying your best to not get emotionally scarred
But believe it or not we have feelings too and hope is like a drug
So stop our digging right away before we have our own grave dug
So I'll say a prayer for you if you truly lack the empathy to really care
Seconds of unnecessary negligence multiply into years of utter dispare
Quite an extensive list of backups just in case your heart begins to tear
The next life we'll all be roadrunners and you a coyote, karma's only fair
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
see this cavity in my chest
this giant gaping hole
shattered shards of stone
litter the ****** bottom
bits and pieces
millions of cold little slivers
look at how the pain and love alike
ripped from my chest
my heart has been broken up
and removed from the huge space
good thing I have some backups in the freezer
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
I’ve been backstabbed
I’ve been backhanded
I’ve been backflipping money
I've been backtracking destiny
I’ve been backed into a corner
I’ve been brought back
I’ve been traveling backroads
I’ve been treated with the backlash
I’ve been left alone with no backups
•
They’ve told me to backdown
I’m back on the ground
Dugout deep in their backyard
But I learn from the backwards
See me now in my new backdrop
I’m working harder then ever, I can’t feel the backache
They want me to backup but my moves don’t backtrack
So they now pull out a gun out of their backpack
They’re here to take me out back
But this time I’m standing up, I now have a backbone
So I fire back
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
(2/25/12)
I have put myself on a quest
To turn my life around and do my best
So many things that go on in life
And having to make a sacrifice.
There is nothing in life that comes easy you know
And you have to struggle and put on a show
The show of life is on a stage
And there is so much to gain.
We are all actors in this game of life
And reaching our goal is mighty nice.
But most of us are just backups
In all that we do, and we never seem to follow thru.
So I am on this quest to follow all that my heart may say
For I know that it will lead me the right way.
It will open up doors that I’ve yet to open
So that I may see all the beauties inside
And there will be nothing that life can hide.
Life without love is unimaginable and it can never be
If you try to hide your love from me.
Love is the stage where we all gather
To find out what truly matters.
Join me in this quest , this search for love
For it was sent from up above
We need each other like the plants need water
Like the sun needs the moon
Let us not end it so soon.
I love you and I know that you love me
And this is the way it was meant to be.
My quest is now over for my search is through
I guess I knew that when I saw you.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC
I don't sleep
I hold on to my bed
The backups must go
My fingers dig into my sheets
I want sleep.forget.melt into night.
But
What if something goes wrong?
I may need them
It is only information
Limbo
Drealand
That's all
And if I try hard enough
Maybe I can forget the dark place where
They
We
Are...
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
two long weeks with dial tones and texts that won’t deliver
I deleted your number just to add it back
Burned your pictures just to look for my backups
Thursday afternoon, I’m staring at the window thinking of you
I’m realizing that you are gone
That the leaves on the tree still flutter
The pavement will still glitter
People will carry on
The world will keep spinning
The clouds will keep raining
The sun will keep rising
And so will I, so will I
but you text me that night
You tell me you’re sorry that you’ve made a mistake
I’m not too far gone to disagree anymore
So I turn the radio up in my car
I push my hand out the window reaching for the trees
I let the wind blow my air
And I let you go
oh how I let you go
as I learn how to love myself more than I love the idea of you
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
I wanna take your pain away.
Make you feel everything is okay.
Wipe your tears away; Every single day.
Don't trip. Baby, I'm here to stay.
I don't need anything but your smile.
That beautiful smile.
That smile that can light up a room, no matter how dark.
That smile that can brighten up a day, no matter the weather.
The smile that can solve any problem, no matter how stark.
The smile that can hold anybody down, without any tether.
I'm talking about the one that makes my pain go away.
The one that makes me want to stay.
The one I will never trade for anything.
The one I know that when I have it, I have everything.
Baby, You have to know that these words are true.
I don't ever want to be with nobody, but you.
No backups, no fallbacks, no side boos.
That smile is all I need from you.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 6:59 AM UTC
surfeit- stuck on the clipboard,
shadow of muse long
shadier than many
counterfeit
What good did I lose,
when I lost a day,
when I lost
yesterday,
man, the best hold
on the whole idea,
we ever had, duty
we share in
the world that we occupy, we inhabit,
so whatever good we do gets done,
one day at a time,
in this wilderness,
aspirational inspiration
is as fleeting as a thought never written,
but, if you caught the fleeting thing,
and wrote in the most flowing
effluently efficacious way,
beautiful zone shone known knowns
and lost it to a literal glitch,
an old forgotten buffer flush
lost in transfer from chaos, through
some kind of standard query language
patented Microsoft gadget,
for which, now,
I must wish a fix, a certain deja vuish
recovery that must be
in here,
some place I must seek
to find, or, leave it go,
one day,
what the hell,
the nonsense
of that as a question
or an expletive
at a surprise,
a wrinkle
a surfeit patience fabrication, too
compleatly
much idle time, too little aim
at being seen
at the scene
of the last confident lay down,
almost all I'll go rythms that we hear,
after sufficient trust exposure
surprise is never the plan,
value for value
idle words
for idle time.
A matched wisdom,
seeing the worth
of the effort
to be doing over,
ever put
right where
the surfeit nothing was…
put in place holding peace pose
So, now, then
sad, sorta,
not bad,
or mad.
At peace, permanence
advantage, eternally true
when you know you
knew backups exist,
or believed you knew…
tov ra, towb ra' gnosis,
da'ath chabad advantage
wisdom, is the kingdom
of truth, which, it is writ,
the God Jesus worships,
the spirit of truth, in truth
must be taken at true value
Faire and far dhe put here.
Say that tree holds witness,
with our wits about us we do
more thinking than other doing
so… Thinking, that other day…
deemed written off, but loved,
didn't we survive yesterday, ain't
this so, so we might make peace,
enough to fill the Boötes Void.
Using poems read once imagined twice.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC