"beamer" poems
WALLS (Verona)
Mon ami tu vas
where star-crossed hearts' confessions
hides your saint in bricks.
NAPE
Warm whispers of lips
down smooth meadows of your neck,
my familiar bed.
VATTO
Gang signs, ink, and blood
****** in a low beamer
Cool kissing his gun.
BIGOT
Burning up with hate
like an oil spill on one's soul
heartless mouths pollute.
NIJINSKY
So divine such grace
words not made to embody
Ballet when God speaks.
OSMOSIS
Blossoms in winter
bursts of Japanese kisses
how to love haiku.
BLUR
Tears are no longer
loose and quick to disarray
how sight understands.
BARRIER REEF
Great walls dividing
Vast cold deeps from Summer seas
"Hail Metropolis!"
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
*he was riding a beamer breezer
into the thick foggy Red Mist
along a steep rising road
that seemingly ceased to exist
having relished the taste of elixir
intoxication elevated his state of mind
inebriated with exuberance of life
on stairway to heaven he drove blind
he wanted to ride fast and free
though his mind was strangled
his body refused to be tied up
in a life cord entangled
soon he experienced an impact
deafening his senses, the slumber's fang
eyes closed in sombre sleep but he
crossed the great divide across the big bang
he saw many a glittering diamonds
cuboids of tempered glass in shards
glittering with iridescence against the dark
a tarry sky filled with shattered stars
It seemed like a surreal dream
his body felt light like its floating
amidst the heavenly constellation of orion
saw he, the betelgeuse with ruddiness exploding
the mystic dream faded away
awakened to eternal life with closed eyes
rung down the curtain he joined the choir
mother nature singing him a lullaby*
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
I started high school with grand intentions of grand friends and grand grades and boys would only be a street-side fruit stand to glance at while I cruised on by.
Intentions never quite work the way you plan.
My first class of the day, a boy with striking blue eyes, an awkward gaunt, and floppy hair sat down next to me and started talking about Pokemon. He had seen my Pokeball pin on my backpack and had singled me out as the person to vilify him the least. I was uncomfortable and unsure, horrified by his brashness. The seat had been meant for my best friend, Cathy.
But the second his mouth opened the teen awkwardness faded from his face and he become bright exuberance. Stunned and flustered, I stared as he passionately smiled and seemed to revel in our one-sided conversation.
This happened for weeks and I eventually became comfortable enough to talk back. His smile widened as he seemed pleased to find another person who was willing to be a little weird. I didn't know nearly as much as him, but I learned because I loved to watch him beam.
Right before the homecoming dance, he asked me out with a poster that said, "I choose you! Do you want to choose me too?" I blushed and said yes, and we coordinated red for our first dance as high school freshmen.
At the dance, though, my blue eyed beamer was someone anew. He was dorky and the way he danced was flamboyant but terrifying. He often ditched me for his marching band friends, and I felt more humiliated and uncomfortable around him than the bright admiration I had felt before.
When he took me home that night, he tried to kiss me and at the last second I ducked away and gave him a hug before running inside. Those lips weren't nearly as enticing anymore when they weren't beaming at me.
The next week in class, he sat next to a different person. A guy from his science class, I heard from my friends. I shrugged and went on doodling on my notebook. At least I learned now what a Gardevoir was.
There we were, back to square one. Guess it takes more than a semi-mutual interest and a beautiful smile to maintain a relationship. And there I was, back to grand intentions and great expectations, but this time I knew things won't ever go quite exactly as you plan.
He ended up dating Cathy later, and he and I are close friends now. He's actually pretty fun when he bothers pays attention.
But this was the end of our love story.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
The crystal face is missing from this witness to the deed.
It doesn’t have its’ seconds hand, there is no longer need.
The date displays “11”. That it always will
to remind us of the day on in which fanaticism killed.
I look upon Todd Beamer’s watch and experience a chill,
realizing that while Time truly flies, it also can stand still.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
It is a scorching 95 degrees;
Hotter than hell for this time of year,
And I am wearing a dark grey fleece jacket.
I have no clue why I’m wearing it;
Maybe the fates decided it,
Maybe it’s the work of some god I don’t believe in.
But as the sun rays keep shining down
Through the open roof of a powder blue beamer,
Causing the hood to shine like gemstones and
My skin to boil and fry under the dark fabric
I won’t take it off though,
That would ruin the feel of the trip
Of having the wind of the road making it fly
Like a living creature with its own mind
And I am sitting in the convertible
Sniffing the fumes of gasoline and toxins
Holding them in my lungs to ferment a while
Before letting them all back out slowly,
Reveling in the taste of the road.
Going nowhere rather quickly
Flying past other shining super bullets
speeding down the black barrel
I've already traveled these same roads.
And therefore, this trip yields nothing new
Except for a few more bugs in my hair
And a few more miles on my journey
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
It ain't no Love i take flight like a Dove
in my mind just beatin' time kickin' rhymes
about Reality but Life's a ***** im married To
only way i Can Divorce is through the Fatal Way
What's the Happy in that? i keep a Hot Gat
cuz suckas be yearning
tryna make into a Steerin' Wheel
and turn me into another Direction
but they ain't fuckin' me with that Indoctrination
Education failed me so the Drugs came to Me
on MLK and Alberta from Houston big rollas
went from drivin' a Gold Acura now im pushin' a
Beamer 7 a 2 quarters Slaughter
the competition on the Streets
suckas be walkin' with Water under they Feet
cuz ya they Slippin' Set Trippin' yo Inf load the Clip In
and let the Bullets riddle through ya Body
like you catchin' the Holy Ghost
i smoke the Most
til im faded out no Doubt
i know i done alot Wrong in my Lifetime
and soon to me my Downfall
cops tryna get me to fall
into their trap but im too Intelligent
i graduated with Honors from the School of Hard Knocks
knockin' boots became a 9 to 5 live
every monday through sunday was always a Gun Play
we don't have murals on our Subway
cuz we ain't got one
but i know that
verse was Irrelevant im never Hesitant
to get the Money its Always Sunny in the Streets of the H
theres always a dead body in the Ditch
Snitches hide in the Dark but like a Spark
to a Blunt we gone set they *** on Fire
and Make 'em Expire
and we still packin' Slugs
givin' a Shout out to my Thugs
with one what?
one Luv???? yo
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
I have always thought of myself
As an ugly duckling.
I keep hoping that someday
Ill be the man you are going to want
And I keep my fingers crossed
So that I really am that man.
But while I’m black,
And repulsive to all the other swans
I’m going to learn the trades of life
And I’m going to make sure
That when I meet you,
Which I will,
That you never suffer, or struggle,
To be the most amazing wife.
Why? I do ask myself
The same question all the time.
Why waste my time on something
That has a high chance
Of never happening
According to my previous record
Of tall tales and beautiful lies.
The answer is quite simple
And I know if I told someone
They would probably laugh, but
The truth is I can’t think of anything else
But our future house
Our future kids
And our dog running around.
I have my Lincoln and Beamer
Out in the driveway, and whatever
You are gonna want to drive,
(I’m not quite sure what kind of chick
You’re gonna be)
And we have a lawn and garden
That I will cut from time to time,
A pool out in the back,
And the neighbors always coming over
For some coffee and a laugh.
And I know
I’m in too big of a hurry to grow up,
And I know
I’m supposed to enjoy being young,
But all that matters to me,
All I want to accomplish,
And the biggest dream of mine
Is to grow old with you,
Whoever it is that you are,
And to see my kids grow up.
All I can do for now
Is be the man I want to be
For the wife I’ve been waiting on
For years.
I’m going to get a good paying job
And drive the car
That’s gonna catch your eye,
I’m gonna play the guitar
And learn how to sing,
So I can say how beautiful you are
To me
And most importantly I’m gonna learn
How to treat a woman right,
Because after all,
You are MY woman, and I your man.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
ROAD
Where choices begin;
Some are quick to find its end.
Wise keep journeying.
CARPOOLING
The heavy traffic
An ocean's slow ebbing tide
Our patience drowns in.
METEOR SHOWER
Friday night space-lights
As we caress the hours
Streaks across the sky.
STAINED GLASS
Broken pieces shapes
The Cathedral of one's soul.
Stained light still shines true.
TAI CHI
Dawn's ceremony
Wet grass tickling bare feet.
Wave away the night.
FRACKING
Jonesy punctures black
Points in caves, Great Mother weeps
Wells of poison rain.
NIJINSKY
So divine his grace
Words not made to embody
Ballet when God speaks.
MY WINTER GIFT
Skin so Downey white,
Like a cold glass of fresh milk.
Unwrapping Christmas.
FRENCH KISS
Such buttery lips
Silken creams, wrapping our tongues.
Sweet patisserie.
VATTO
Gang signs, ink, and blood.
****** in a low Beamer.
Cool kissing his gun.
ROSARIES
Madre genuflects
In brown countries of her hands
Old beads, sweat, and faith.
DRIVE THRU WEDDING
Romance thru sunroofs
Hallelujah honeymoons
Marriage number two.
HOT TIN ROOFS
A light Summer breeze
Cools cacophonous bodies
like hot stars at night.
NOSTRADAMUS
Doomsday Soothsayer.
His visions doth entertain
Medieval profits.
CHINA
Man's golden lotus.
A wealth of divine knowledge.
Heavenly on Earth.
FIREWORKS
Our toast to Heaven.
Chrysanthemums igniting
The night's colbalt sky.
ORIGAMI
The creases of us
Tales of dragons and white ships.
Neatly folded sheets.
BON VOYAGE
Like wide sails that cup
The high winds of this marriage,
I'm at love's mercy...
OSMOSIS
Blossoms in spring time.
Bursts of Japanese kisses.
How to love haiku.
HOMONCULUS
Ultrasound preform
Whose quickened heart is my own:
A mandragora.
12 STEPS
Most Alcoholics
Who drown in their own thirst know
How deep "empty" hurts.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Remembering
Drive-in
Take a dive
Bungee
jumping
Marathon Race or
Dodge me poker face
Jerry Lewis
all laughs Wild cheeks
Her homemade fudge
Can pick up
anyone's desire weeks
The dodge brake
Oh! Please me
For Heaven sake
A love big mistake
Reincarnation______*
Dodge leaks life stinks
Hail the plumber
As fast as Mary blinks
Jim Carey on
dumber To abuse the
Hummer
BMW the beamer
Rejoice
The car oil
leaks purple
((That Dodge Divorce))
Here's Joyce
to drink Saturday
Night Johnny
Drenched her thirst
((Snapple))
Tire flat as a
Pancakes
I Hop mouth racer
A-D-D American
Donald Duck
Starbucks any luck
Robin knew
the CEO
Howard Schultz
in Canarsie
Babalu skip (LOU)
Dodge Star dipper
car racer (D) cup
Flags her down
Like a homemade fudge
The 50's antique cars
The Preacher can melt
your brain
The homemade fudge
Was dripping
He auctions car collection
Affection her imported cars
with fudge ice cream
the seventies
Disco All straight long hair
In the middle
His beard so gritty
Topsy car Turvy
Curve your car
Enthusiasm
Cars and Coffee
The Comedians
Became naughty
Mothers beach house
Homemade
fudge
Could win
over
and melt
any Judge
Dante' Dodge battery
Mesmerized switch
Her eyes like fudge
Regardless
the forties
or fifties
Sorority college
Dodge authority
the twenties is not
a Priority yippee
We can do what we want
The computer Hippie
Emails hot fudge
((Those Viruses
Minds))
Whatsoever
Please with a
but in between
Innocently
sweet
Alabama
Miss Charlotte
Sweet Carolina
What could
ever be finer
Then molasses
Then we age we
are linked
into chains
on our neck
with glasses
The competition
Move quickly
the dodge right in
Time for the fifties
roller skating
My Prospect Park
me ice-skating
Too many people
heavily mating
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Tattoo of a tear,
****** in a low Beamer
Cool kissing his glock.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
I had one of the first--a clunky chunk of modernity in my 1984 Beamer,
no speed dial, no contact book, and Bluetooth was as far away as the moon
but boy I was cool yapping while cruising down the PA Turnpike,
my Lab on the seat beside me, eagerly eavesdropping and slobbering in equal measure
he got to witness the end, the news delivered over the airways:
she was dumping me because I was too needy
too many flowers, too many calls and unannounced visits; affection morphed into the smothering mother it was
I exited the pike with the news lumped in my throat, looking for a place to hide
a roadside stop with a view of farmed fields--the sun too bright
I dialed her number at least thrice, but never completed the call;
the connection would have been dead or dying anyway
in the distance, I saw their carriages:
a procession with the clopping hooves of obedient beasts, the laughter of children, and monogamous men and women who didn't know the meaning of "co-dependency," "neediness," or "smothering"
and eyes that would have stared in disbelief if they saw
the ****** cell phone
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Gang signs ink this Blood,
****** in low-ride beamer,
Cool kissing his gun.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
I knew that I shouldn’t be driving,
I’d had one more for the road,
So Jean and me were half cut, you see,
Were carrying quite a load.
We’d tried the Tequila slammers,
I’d even swallowed the worm,
I wish to hell I had lost the key
Then we’d both be home, and warm.
The road was most uninviting,
Was glistening in the dark,
We climbed on into the Beamer,
And headed out of the park.
The rain was a constant drizzle
As the Moon peeked over the trees,
I know that I should have listened
When Jean would entreat me, ‘Please!’
She always said that I drove too fast
And she was probably right,
I slammed my foot down flat to the boards
And sped away through the night.
The headlights cut a swathe through the trees
And lit the road in an arc,
I thought that we were invincible,
Speeding home in the dark.
It must have been a tyre that blew,
The Beamer suddenly veered,
The car careened off the road, it seemed,
No matter how I had steered.
It seemed to leap at a grove of trees
And hit the oak at a lean,
I was safe with my seatbelt on,
But Jean had flown through the screen.
She’d been sat quietly, holding my hand,
Her warmth was all that I felt,
She’d whispered softly her words of love,
Forgotten to put on her belt.
Now she lay spread on the bonnet there
Her head crushed into the tree,
I hoped and prayed, but I didn’t dare
Step out of the wreck, to see.
And then I heard her whispering words
Float back through the shattered screen,
‘If only you had listened to me…’
I said, ‘I know what you mean.’
‘You know our love was a special love,’
She seemed to whisper afar,
‘Just know my love will always be there,
I’ll beam it down from a star.’
My life is cold, and empty as well,
Since ever my love was lost,
I carry around my private hell
In a heart that is tempest tossed.
For now I know that I have no choice
When it all comes back to me,
If ever I need to hear her voice
I go to the whispering tree.
David Lewis Paget
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
MATURECONTENT
Just a goof I swear*
Call this the Catalina.
Your girl p#### wetter than aquafina
Whispers in my ear how she nastier than Trina
Grabbed me by the d### and swore she'd make me a believer
Then we left the crowd as we headed toward her beamer
Thinking to myself, this girl might be a keeper
Opened up the door,
I see her knees getting weaker
Turned around and told me, how she is a screamer
Cool with me, just gonna cut up the speakers
Both climb aboard, says she wanna play receiver,
I will do the chores, I can be your cleaner
Just call me Stanley Steamer,
now girl drop it down and show me that ******
We f##### so hard I believe I broke a femur
All I heard was SNAP,
Onamotapiea,
Turned so red thought she caught scarlet fever
Looks me in the eyes, and begs I never ever leave her
Read between the lines, I seen her as a deceiver
Then she ****** me dry, nicknamed is over-achiever
Hopped out the whip, said I dont like your demeanor
Frustration made me trip so I threw up a finger
Yelled before I dip, good luck with the gonorrhea
Haven't seen her since and I hope I don't either.
-Ajm
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
Aliens coming
Hurry quick hide
5 mill mph
Hunting all denatured citizens
Citizen world wyld
World tiny not wide
5 mill mph
Scary as ****
All at once
Dissapear a world quick
Creed sing telephones
5 million miles per hour
Super power
Instant last breath
**** no exist
No exit
War wounds
Buried in rubble
****** tired shoveling
Best hope china russia
Dont attack 5 mill mph
Gods real
Want to meet him *****
Die slow
Let all them wiggas know
Blow away opps
Top pilots got
Skys locked
Beam no beamer
White caddy
Dare you
Dont **** a jew
Mention the n word
Erased kings graced
Blessed
No drop gone home
Beep beep showed you
Fair grounds
Comminty service
Clean a table quick
More acres
Won numba 1
5 mill mile per hour
5 mill MPH
Mass destruction
Stay calm
Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 9:28 PM UTC