"blackman" poems
Ruddy's was the place to be on Wednesday nights, cheap drinks, free hotdogs and the graceful presence of Times Square hookers late at night, what a wonderful scene, marines hookers and the best jazz juke box inn manhattan, rowdy and something almost always happened, better than life. I was a young man in a strange country, had my fists tested in FLA and Brooklyn for stupid prejudices on my behalf and others, words hurt only those who do not know their meaning and root. There was a black man sitting next to me, quiet and still, a true barfly, he turned and said;
- you are not from round here-
- no - I said -I am from Mexico -
- you don't look Mexican, but let's go with it, I don't look African American either-
- r you from the south?-
-Georgia, as they call it -
-well, I've worked in FLA and met some rednecks, Cubans, blacks, but almost no Chinese-
-you mean yellow-
-or *******
- or **** you know men, I prefer racism down south, over there the distinction is cut loose clear, we don't like each other, but here, men I tell you, you wannanother beer?-
-sure men-
-Girls just wanna **** you cause I'm black, you know, to be cool and ****
-yeah, Jewish girls wanna **** white Gentiles, different reasons same goal-
-I hear you, here it's all about being fashionable, but deep in the pit it's all fake as a 10 dollar coin-
We kept at it until Beth started a fight with another ****** they were calling each other **** I've never heard.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Sometimes, when you listen to their enounciation.
You realize, just how beautiful they speak in their British accent.
Every word expressively spoken.
That you're mermorized by each vocal.
Maggie Smith, the lady of class.
Cary Grant, the man of taste.
Oh, that British voice.
That you might chose , if had you that choice.
Or seek ways to adapt them to yours.
Michael Redgrave/Michael Rennie/Vanessa Regraves
All of them had that lovable voice.
Then you notice the beautiful Julie Andrew.
Words spoke so you see the greatness of the phase.
Which we notice too in Richard Attenborough.
Who reminds many of Richard Burton?
Yes, the British accent.
You just got to love it
Similar to loving Honor Blackman when she speaks.
A great difference from Jacqueline Bissett.
Except written about them with great respect.
Who can't admire the British Accent?
Yes, there's the French.
And I'm not kicking it.
Then , there's Spanish.
Which has more trying to learn it.
But this is about the English and the various style of vocals.
Colin Barker and Prince Williams the Royals speaks so wonderful.
Just like, the man called Michael Caine.
I just have to mention Deborah Kerr.
That also goes for Joan Collin.
It's something about their style of speaking.
Maybe because you understand every spoken word.
Which is level toward the great Timothy Dalton.
And Samantha Eggar and **** Jagger.
Plus, the late David Niven.
And honorable mention to Julie Christie.
Jane Asher, Hugh Grant and several more.
Have you wishing to make their voices be yours.
Yes, the British Accent just so lovable.
And the greatest things about it.
You don't have to be famous to be adored.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
I was of the South
Born in my ways I could not control
My path of rocks and stickerbriars
Led no where , I had no where to go
"I'm going back to Selma !. . . Selma !
And I had no reason just before
I'm going to Selma ! . . . Selma !
And I just don't know what for"
Do I really have the courage ?
Maybe love is a broken window
With cold air blowing in
Maybe salvation is just a desire
And it will be there at the end
Do I really know ?
Losing love is just the other part
And how do I depart
In Selma what is there to find ?
I'm sure it can't be kind
Take U S 80 , between I -20 and I -65
If I leave now I can be sure
To be there to see the sunrise
From the Edmund Pettus Bridge
****** Sunday , March 7 , 1965
Beaten trying to cross the bridge
God's rights marching upon trampled sights
Home to take back from the giver
Easy to forget Selma 1965
All to easy to forget the hate
Leading to Memphis April 4 , 1968
And to more than a simple mistake
Will the shooting ever end ?
January 20 , 2013 Jackson , Mississippi
Blackman shot , MLK celebration parade
The blood flows from Birmingham , to Selma
To Memphis and Mississippi's charade
Still I'm going to Selma .
"I'm going back to Selma ! . . . Selma !
But I have no reason why
I'm going back to Selma ! . . . Selma !
I think it will be just to cry"
written January 20 , 2013
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Policeman:
You, hands above your head,
Turn around, no sudden movements.
Black man:
Officer I......
Policeman:
Shutup, on your knees, hands behind,
Your head!
Blackman: Sir I....
Policeman:
Shut the **** up! (Taser pointed)
-Handcuffs the black man -
Policeman:
Now, what did you want to say sir?
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
I’ve seen the pictures of how my people
Was beaten, brutalize just because of
Their color.
I’ve heard the stories of how our women were
***** the whipped by the hands
Of the others.
I’ve felt the bruises of that razor blade of
A whip as it cuts deep into
My beautiful black tan.
So now I march along with the great leaders
Against racial violence,
Me, a Blackman.
I’ve heard my mother cry when the future
Got dark and cloudy and
Poses no hope.
I’ve watch my family fall to their knees
To pray after trying everything, they could in
This world, to cope.
I watched my brother sell drug and my sister
Her body just to make it through
Another day.
I’ve heard my friends speak of their prosperity
When they sat their pride aside and got down
On their knees to pray.
I’ve even watch myself become a victim of
Society and was left in this lonely world
Without a leg to stand.
I’ve stood on corners begging for what little
Change that anyone had to spare.
Yes Me, a Blackman.
I’ve heard the rumors of how my people was told
To run and then hunted and killed
Like a wildered beast.
I’ve been told the tales of the rice and gravy
Dinners on Christmas my people had, while on
Turkey the others feast.
I’ve listen to the songs many times over, felt the
Heartache that they sang, I’ve cried many
Times the same.
I’ve heard of how my people toiled in the blazing
Sun and worked their over exhausted bodies even
More as they were beaten by the rain.
Oh yes, I was one of the lucky ones to be born
In my day and age because technology has greatly
Improved before I was placed
On this land,
But I shall always remember – my children will,
Hopefully, do the same – that no matter where I go
Or what I do, I will always be
A BLACKMAN.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Sergeant Blackman
A Royal Marine
Convicted for ******
Sentenced to ten years
He shot an injured insurgent
They came upon him
And were going to
Call in a helicopter
Or had called one in
He told his comrades
Not a word
That is was against
The Geneva Convention
One shot
And the Taliban insurgent
Was dead
Sergeant Blackman
Saw his friends die
The Taliban are ruthless
And evil
I can't even imagine
The hatred one would
Have for them
After fighting them
For that long
I hate them very much
And I've never
Been to Afghanistan
Still, he should have
Had him evacuated
Or shot him from a distance
Before they came upon him
It was a violation
Of the Geneva Convention
Sergeant Blackman will serve
Ten years
American Drone pilots
Who **** innocents
Are not brought to trial
Some people feel as though
He has been made
Into a scapegoat
I understand
Why you did it
Sergeant Blackman
Thank you for your service
I hope you killed many Taliban
During your service there
The Taliban do not respect innocent life
They are evil
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
She wove a ring of Magic
and wore it like a crown.
Dancing in the Moon light
when no one was a round.
She wove a ring of Magic,
a spell that no one knew.
She casts it over Mortals,
the ones she wants to woo.
kn
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*She wove a rope of Magic
the knot was carefully tied
She hung it from the roof-beams
and hung until she died
She wove a rope of Magic
the ties that bind are strong
But people still forgot her
No matter, life goes on*
jb
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She wove a rope of Magic
forgotten for a while
as She waited in the Ether
wearing that secret smile
She wove a rope of Magic
and swung it down to Earth
Slyly sliding down it
at the time of Her rebirth.
kn
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Weathered grasslands called to pass
Sidelong glances drifting past
Echoed corridors lined with dreams
Forgotten places endless scenes
Why now called the summer flower
Willow tree bends to earth’s power
Rainbows arching cross blue sky
Lightning flashes slowly passing by
As if in answer prophets cry
Unread books on roads gone awry
Speaking of faith so many try
Eagles swirl alone up high
Tongues there spoken far and wide
As white mans sailing ships sails set high
Reaching new lands to supply
The different things he bring they cry
Born of welcome to white ghosts
Never fearing their new hosts
Times they pass and things they've seen
The destruction of their race no dream
Generation’s blame and lies
No so many white men cries
Cities built cross-sacred sites
Blots on landscape once so nice
Whatever happened to the Blackman’s rights
(GE2014) (C) Reserved
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
God had a green card
But cannot get back in the gate.
The Bricks are thick
But not so tall, I think
God may need to scale the wall.
Are we safe in structures gated
Must we stay in this prison
Where women are hated.
Our bones are hidden in tunnels.
Where has my mother gone
My sisters have disappeared, been
Abducted into a cult; Suspicious
Disinterest displays their guilt.
There has been nothing to report.
Maybe she has run away
To find a new God, Someone has
Touched her, she was not safe there
In her own bed, in her own home.
Some Blackman- Chanted hate lyrics
At her; Encouraged by their overseers.
Asian cultist cursed her in the womb.
In India they ostracized and brutalized
Her melanin, Queen of England, a
****** watches through syphilitic
Eyes without concern.
Beautiful cocoa,vanilla, and mustard
Babies sold or married off to smelly
suitors for *** before puberty; mere
Children, march and are showcased
For the wicked pleasures of men.
But should I call them men?
Remember we once ruled this planet
Remember once we bore your beloved sons,
Now we work and twerk our bodies
As we answer to your perversions
We no longer dance to bring rain.
We slide down poles reluctantly
Displaying our pain.
My mother is crying for me
My sister's are crying for me.
God will ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card and shall
Return us "Back to our Spiritual selves.
We dared not become too ripe, though
We must remain agile or we be thrown away
Like rotten fruit, never to be seen again
God now has her green card and
Will return us back to our Spiritual State.
Once again - You shall call us "Heaven".
Woman, who created man in her womb..
Became the enemy of man, and has been cast off.
We cannot testify with ovaries or inverted testicles.
Soon there was no natural preference
No perspective of gender has man !
Procreation ceased,the ****** forever
Banned to bear ovarian fruit.
We who remain alive wait.
Awaiting a Foreign God who's eager to
Receive her green card, and save us from our fate.
From the hands of a wicked system
We are doused in the agony of acid
Women perish, For the mercy of death we pray.
My mother is crying for me
My sisters are crying for me.
God will again ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card;
And shall return us to our spiritual state.
Remember we once ruled this planet,
We bore your unloved seeds, who
You've turned against us; We shall
Return them unto our bosoms....And
Once again, you shall call us " Heaven" !
© Vicki Acquah
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
The Tower of success
Is upon a mountain
Which is surrounded by
An ocean of strenuous efforts,
Now see, there is also
A divine light which
Goes with a natural principle
That every man needs
Before getting up to the hill,
With Tweaduampon on our side,
We have been able to
Make the Tower our home,
Oh yes, only the black man
Has the key to the
Tower of Success
Without fear and tears,
We are the Africans,
Leadership is our role
And success if our hallmark,
This eternal light is in you,
And only the Blackman
Can make you discover it,
Come and support
The course of Africa,
And we shall make you
A discoverer of excellence.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
Either I'm black, or white
I'd like to say " NO TO RACISM "
It hurts me, what's going on the worldwide
Why don't everyone respect themselves at least ?
This is a problem of all mankind
From north to south, from west to east
Yeah, it's a matter of humanity
And whom agree with me
Switch on your pity
To stop this enemy
Why do we say ***** ? ***** ????
We're coming from the same source, aren't we ??
What happened that day
In Missouri U.S.A
When a policeman, have killed a Blackman
In a horrible and ugly way
Without respect, with no shame
And what's happening in
A lot of European countries
Against Islam, why are they racists ?
Are Muslims terrorists ?
We all know
That terrorists have no home
No religion, they're unknown
They might not be shown
So, why do they attack
The world of Islam ?
It doesn't deserve that
If they really represent Islam
You say that it's a revolution
In a lot of nations
Listen to me carefully
We're able to disobey
Our wrongdoer president
But, by the way
We haven't to take
Something to be hidden
We mustn't veil
Are we terrorists ??
And now, don't you understand ?
Do not be racist
I shall defend
By my diamond pen
'cause obviously I'm an artist
I'm gonna fly
I wanna shine
For all mankind
Yeah, I'm that kind
Just open your mind
And think about what I used to write
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
On the planet where I live
gambling and narcissism
are recognized for the diseases they are
racism and homophobia
that's just people being people
Here
having a conversation with some is battle
mental exhibition bouts with jaw juggernauts
most only listen for their position to pounce
Never hearing a thing
favors and helping hands
well laid traps and plans sewing deeply rooted weeds
intended to bind over time
your worth is assessed by how much value you can acquire for other
animals are measured greater than people
it makes sense
People have yet to meet or even be human
Here
I'm not the type of Blackman you see on TV
six feet tall maybe taller over three hundred pounds
a well-read autodidact master of many things
On the planet where I live
that is considered a threat
Here
the goal is to populate Mars
before the pollution on Earth becomes inhospitable
to the people of Earth
after all
Mars is ours for the taking
Here
you're supposed to mow your neighbor's lawn
while your back yard is overgrown
while your kitchen burns down
On the planet where I live
all of this is common knowledge
some say sense
It's spoken of and considered
immoral and deplorable
Here
if you exist in any different or other way
you're labeled
one of the crazies and shunned
you’re supposed to know its wrong
not admit to it
© Christopher F. Brown 2015
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
" The world does not need any more white saviours. As I've said before, this just perpetuates tired and unhelpful stereotypes. Let's instead promote voices from across the continent of Africa and have serious debate. "
Ah David, oh David my son
don't you know by now that white supremacy is the old black
they don't want the educated black like you
they don't harbour the progressive talented intellectual black
only place acceptable is the sports field, the drug den and their beds
but please remember.......
your only worth to them is your enormous member and passion
your hot chilli drive, your fabled great stamina and that shiny
gleaming mahogany hue, the stuff of dreams, no brains required
NOW YOU BETTER KNOW.......
if you dare turn down a bed invite in East London by cockney wenches on heat
Say good-bye to any life you had and welcome hell's miseries
How dare you, who the hell do you think you are
You think you're better than us, you think you're superior
We will take you down a ****** strip, we will make sure you'll
never have another woman in your life
We rule the world, you better know it, you black *******
How dare you
We will wipe you out, erase you, swat you dead like a fly
We will make you wish you were never born
Bro, you're not supposed to talk back
Know your place even though you're an MP
You are still a TOKEN, still a minority, still a ****** blackman
Just thank your lucky stars and shut up!
WE are the Supreme beings and we rule your ***
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
Pour me some glass of whiskey,
Oh! Pleases I need it iced,
Yes ma'am he said.
Miss Lucy a lady in her
Early twenties,
My heart is clean!
Never thought of you without your *******
But miss you're quite mean!
I am common gentleman,
Why such ego?
Is it because am a Blackman?
Let go of this ego,
Isn't it yet time for our first kiss?
Spare me this ego please!
I heard Mr George jilted you,
I might be the right one,
Prof Harbert called you a *****
That's not the right one!
Miss you are a lady,
Let me treat you as one!
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Theres a paleman right beside me.
Looking at me as if to ask
Why do you stop?
I listen to him.
As he whispers into my ear.
I know not what he says,
but I know just what he wants.
He stands with his arms at his side,
but they feel as if they were holding me up.
Why must he stand so close to me?
Why must he whisper such words?
Why must he sober me up from my own drug?
Why will he not force me?
I blackman stand just right behind me.
He whispers caring words towards me,
but they reach me and all are empty.
Just like everything else. but still.
He there with me all ways.
All ways there to speak his mind.
He spends each moment trying to urge me.
Urging me to slow the time.
Why must he stand so close?
Why must he hold me there?
Why will not let me lie?
Lie in lines of endless lies?
He is still just standing in me.
Chuckles as I try to stop.
He lifts his arm, and mine just follows.
I stand with him, amongst a flock.
He looks onto all of them,
and through me he latches on.
He leaves me be and forsakens me.
Oh why can I not just move on?
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
lies, hatred, fake news, smears....
if this is labour in opposition
what on earth would they be like
in power.
it was Donald trump who popularized
the term "fake news"
but it is the labour party that has turned
misinformation and lies into an art form
ian austen
Exremists that shore up Money Extortionists and Gangsters
that victimized an innocent blackman for standing up to Local area Criminals, and turned a hardworking decent law-abiding man
into a jobless, isolated, demonized outcast, for daring to tell crooks to go get a job and better themselves rather than burglarizing those that work.
ATTACK ON FREEDOM OF SPEECH and THE FREE PRESS
In his 2018 speech to members at the Labour Party conference, he encouraged them to go online and attack journalists: “The free press has far too often meant the freedom to spread lies and half-truths, and to smear the powerless, not take on the powerful. You challenge their propaganda of privilege by using the mass media of the 21st century: social media”.
That could be why journalists are routinely booed at Labour press conferences and BBC Political Editor Laura Kuenss-berg needed security guards when she covered the party’s annual conference in 2017.
In an interview the same year, Corbyn even admitted to being a reader of The Canary, described by one left-wing writer as “running a sexist hate campaign against Laura Kuenssberg”.
Of the controversial site, Corbyn said: “I think it’s good that people go to all the alternative sites and check out what they want. I’ve read The Canary quite a bit.”
Corbyn was infamously a member of an extremist Facebook group, too, in which he defended a blatantly anti-Semitic mural depicting Jews as greedy bankers, while his staff were found to be members of several others.
The Facebook groups set up in his name reveal the ugly face of the hard Left that now controls Labour.
That’s why his faction of extremists can’t be allowed anywhere near No10.
If this is what they are like in opposition, can you imagine how bad they’d be in power?
Ian Austin is a former Labour MP and chair of Mainstream, the campaign against extremism.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
A world of wonder, but no delight
Anguished with always under plight
Living life doesn’t come easy
Struggles that can become overbearing
Love that is not love at the other end
The unfamiliar blend
Trying to fit in as a Blackman is at end
When you try to explain
It becomes lies by response
True spoken words
Not heard
No one listens
Emotions break out
Even tears
Cries being from a Blackman
Thinking positive is not always an option
Staying away from negativity almost impossible
Possibly forming maybe, could be or never
As a Blackman being the center of attention
Transgression
A black man wonders will he be alive or dead
Thought to think on
Sometimes it’s hard to even get along
A fight here and misunderstanding there
Am I understood
I can’t control what I feel
It is a big deal
Is this what the Black man is about?
Racism at all angles
Is this the way the Black man is to live?
I wonder, truly wonder
No resolutions only conclusions
Drawing only from personal experiences
Having gone through instances
A Black man only understands
I am a Black man
I speak
The Black man knows
The world doesn’t understand, but won’t
I am expected to accept
But I won’t.
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 3:35 PM UTC