"boyz" poems
I Am Fly And You Are Flu
Which Means You Were Fly Before I Came Thru
I Walk In Slow I Steal The Show
And I Don't Want Your Man But I'll Take His Dough
I Am Me And Me I Do
I Keep My Dudes Like Curfew
So They Running Back
And Me Is Too
And I Pull More Dudes
Than I Pull Tissue
Girls Are Stupid
And Guys Are Lame (Lame)
Girls Want The Fame (Fame)
Guys Just Wanna *** Me
So Friday Thru Monday
My Phone Is On Vibrate
No Drama On My Plate
Im Just Gonna Party
I'm Just Gonna Party
No Drama On My Plate
My Phone Is On Vibrate
Friday Thru Monday
Guys Just Wanna *** Me
Girls Just Want The Fame (Fame)
And Guys Are So Lame (Lame)
Guys Are So Lame (Lame)
Groupie Girls Wanting Fame
Ugly Boys Wanting My Aim
Backstabbing Friends Playing Pretend
I See Right Thru Just Like The Lens
I'm The ****
I Set Trends
You're A ***** That Steals Boyfriends
He's A Loser
Broke He Is
Im Indigo
And Im Filthy Rich
Girls Are Stupid
And Guys Are Lame (Lame)
Girls Want The Fame (Fame)
Guys Just Wanna *** Me
So Friday Thru Monday
My Phone Is On Vibrate
No Drama On My Plate
Im Just Gonna Party
I Am Fly And You Are Flu
Which Means You Were Fly Before I Came Thru
I Walk In Slow I Steal The Show
And I Don't Want Your Man But I'll Take His Dough
I Am Me And Me I Do
I Keep My Dudes Like Curfew
So They Running Back
And Me Is Too
And I Pull More Guys
Than I Pull Tissue
Groupie Girls Wanting Fame
Ugly Boys Wanting My Aim
Backstabbing Friends Playing Pretend
I See Right Thru Just Like The Lens
I'm The ****
I Set Trends
You're A ***** That Steals Boyfriends
He's A Loser
Broke He Is
Im Indigo
And Im Filthy Rich
Girls Are Stupid
And Guys Are Lame (Lame)
Girls Want The Fame (Fame)
Guys Just Wanna *** Me
So Friday Thru Monday
My Phone Is On Vibrate
No Drama On My Plate
Im Just Gonna Party
Im Hot
Im Hot
And Haters Aren't
And Haters Aren't
Im Having Fun
Im Having Fun
While You Mean Mug
Uh Huh
Uh Huh
Oh Wee
Oh Wee
Oh
Ice
Ice
Ice
Oh Wee
Oh Wee
Oh
Im Nice
Nice
Nice
Break It Down!
Im Indigo Vanity
Every Guys Fantasy
Make You Lose Your Sanity
I Hate Groupies
No Sus Monkeys
Can't You See
I Do Me
So You Do You
I Do Me
So You Do You
I Do Me
So You Do You
I.... Do.... Me....
So.... You.... Do.... You!
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
I believe in standstills
And in silent suffering
I believe in idleness
And in not getting up on time
I believe in difference
And that we are all just the same
I believe in staying in and in dancing in the rain
And even though I hate gay lines I just wrote one of the cheesiest in the world.
I believe in literature
And that most of it is ****
I believe in music
And that most of it is ****
I believe in me
And that I'm as false as you
I believe that I am false
I'm hoping you all are too
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
When I fall you better catch me,
cause my pains just one more chore,
hear to there I'm out the door,
I look up and no one there.
If you listen might just care.
easy nice is there a Christ?
where's my friends that really knew me?
wheres my friends that never threw me?...
My buddies the ****** the cudis
Nd the all around nuttys,
Keep me safe through out the night watch my boys get down and fight,
always trust I be alright got my ****** close and tite,
get a call for sure we'll ball we're on the roof we're at the mall
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
Hippin and hop insync
Dub'n on a slip disc......
inc
Boyz on a spliffdrift blink
Neighbours heard a sound
Da beat of a town
Running on gold and bling
Players on a pound
of bullets
One man down
Millimetre round
DEAF in a sound of
bullets
Sherrif''s no clown
Laying it down
The law''s gonna beat you
Pound for pound
Players on a round of
Bullets
One man down
Millimetre sound
DEAD in a pound of
Bullets
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
We eat shawarma and we share da pizza
afterwards partying, never alone on dat gig
meet a *** just to bang her wit my homez
me salutin' to carlos, yep, it's like dat:
he be spending some time behind bars now
ain't no biggie, we rely on da boyz
neva had nuttin' but now we fuckin' top-modelz
as maxwell argued: "open your mouth, i'm gonna ***
watch, how we double our profitz...
da hottest gang under da sun
once bonez said:" man, we be stars quite soon!"
and each memba represented his part
he told me: "sit down and write barz"
cause dem gangsterrappaz mostly be phony
we no lelleks, i got men behind me
187 street gang, sampler number four
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
Check it out see what melanin is about
To shine you embrace you
With multiple clues
That'll stiff you like a statue
So I'll be black as the sun and black as the moon
Black as Saturn rings and Jupiter's moon
Black as the Hennessey and the shadow in the room
Black like a smoking heart that can no longer consume
Black oxygen soon to be a black death
Lost breath finna be cooked like a black chef
Cajun fire blazin' So I can climb the
Ladder of black steps
diggin' deep formulates my black concepts
Black as Madonna tongue swift as an Iguana
Tail no fairytale black as the prison system filled with with
black hell
Black sin casted since our souls blackened
Black like thoughts you'll see once the skulls get the cracking
Black like the Vietnamese burned into the ashes piles of scented death just stacking
Black like the smoke from a chimney
So ya know fire is what's happening
Black like deaths clapping
Appraising souls swarming black hole
Preparing for rapturing
Black capturing black like the Billy Lee
Leading Washington
Fighting the Great Britain
During America's revolution
But no black solutions
Still tryna climb into a black institution
Black intuition
Hidden deep within wondering
If the Black Lord will forgive me of my sins
Let back of the black souls be watered and cleanse
Black like Boyz II Men tryna find a road that doesn't end
Black like storm pushing strong winds
Black like my ancestors forming hurricane across the desert ends
Black as Mahogany angled to perfection with black geometry
Black with knowledge of Dogon
Black Sirius like the Dog logo so long gone
Cuz black love is gone black vibes made from black lungs
Fill with black vibrations from.the mental gongs
Black like the law canonical stolen from my ancestors manual
Europeans ain't nothing but savage animals known to be cannibal
Check my black cerebral digging from my black celestrial
Dropped the sugar now I see the black extraterrestrial
Waving so I can jump into the black.mothership
And dip where no other brother live
Black as night sky line
black as heiron cooked under a spoon
Black as blueberry pie
Black as darkness in an empty heart filled with gloom.
Yo talk to em Yosef
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
WSQF:
Battle of the Bands
tonight we jam, it's the battle of the bands
there's smoke on the stage ***** on the stands
smoke in the rafters, from puffin live
this crowd is ready to rock and jive
AB:
One guitar in hand,
Calling you out animantium plans,
Of having rocktastic fans,
Tattoos and silver lens,
Naked babies,
Naked babies,
Naked babies.
WSQF:
this joint is rockin'
and we be jammin'
some slam dance ritual
and hip hop breakin'
who's gonna take it?
who's gonna take it?
alright...take it to the bridge!
AB:
There is no stoppin what we doin,
Do you smell us when were cookin,
Serving you a hot plate this funkalicious music,
Some old skool flava,
Let us see if you can take it,
All you gotta bop it , move it ,break it,
WSQF:
gonna run some crazy riffs across your brain
sweet heavy metal ..drive you insane
step up the action
raise the stakes
let's see if you got what it takes
AB:
Lead guitarist,
Got a jazzy a vocal,
Bass solos and drums knockin in your ear holes,
Fresh lyrics on a platter,
Cut up nicely,
In to pieces of rock heaven,
Its time to get godly,
WSQF:
home boyz gonna kick it
take it to the next plateau
while your jammin'...face dancer
play those licks real slow
the soul of creation
right there in your hands
this pure fusion..the battle of the bands!
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Yeah those wild hooligans, those mini hell raisers
What was their motive? to be trail blazers?
They're smoking squares, and sneaking out
Facing alota scares, but never cry a shout
They're simply cool, calm and destructive
Shoutin out obscenities, and being abruptive
Yeah the boys remain true, to themselves and their crew
Simply bein themselves, and askin who are you?
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
Let the beat meditate your noggin' joggin'/
ya memory til ya get Tired never gone Retire/
from this Game like **** **** James/
from Goodtimes i remember the Good Times/
when the world was Alive now everythings Concealed/
reality is nothin' but Joke children gettin' bad Yoke/
from generation to generation gets worse to worse/
weak pulse im seeing visions of the Hearse/
mind gone i need of a Resurrection but my Heat is my Only Protection/
cuz ****** be trippin' sherm dippin' tippin'/
in my Hood swangin' on 4 w/ vogues cool i Suppose?/
but don't know that blow ya Slang hurtin' the Nose/
of victims Cocaina is the Product from the Devil Intellectual levels are Doomed/
dumbin' us down with Indoctrination seems like our Destination is bein' in Incarceration/
but im gone continue to fight with my fullest might-
Endeavor too Clever ridin' through Stormy Weather can't Sever/
me from this **** i Spit/
too too real o so fine Lookin' for a fine Dime i can wife Mine/
but too many Single Mother lookin' too much Off a Brother because of another Brother/
who told them that he loved them just wanted To **** them/
and Impregnate them/
baby girl stuck at Home all Alone/
strugglin' to feed her baby but the Father ain't in the Presence/
so she Becomes hesitant/
sell her *** for Cash cuz Bills bout to take Clash/
hittin' Roof Top i Pause & Stop/
take a Quick Glance/
shakin' my head in Disgrace still wishin' for Amazing grace/
but it's Hard to knock the Grin off a Demons Face/Paper Chase is our Am Ambition/caged animal Subliminal Messages so ya Can't Comprehend/
no Boyz to Men but im steadily In Philly? rollin' a Phillie/
Blunt Hunt ***** pullin' Stunts/with two hands tied behind my Back Hocus Pocus/
Nigguh back to Reality im just Playin' G this is the Philosophy/
of Yosef don't Lose Focus/
pay attention cuz they waitin' for us to Fall & Gall/
and keep us confined in a Circle that me and you Can't See but im goin' to Remain Vigilant ya See...
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
They were playing the beach boys
all day at work today
I went up to the computer
I typed in Black beach boys on Spotify
a white coworker put her hand on her hips
she said to me,
“Elan, there are no black beach boys, Im sorry.”
So I had my graphic designer friend
take an old beach boys poster
replace their faces with black men
Then he changed it to "Black Beach Boyz”
I put it on a T shirt
very professionally done
made me proud
I wore it to work the next day
My white coworker asked me
with a confused face and tone
“There really are the black beach boys?”
I said with a straight face,
“Yes they were the original. Then the white beach boys took their name and music and became famous.”
She said after a pause,
“Oh, wow. I didn’t know that."
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Backseat Sheetzburgerz
Care not for all theze
Rave tunez blaring out of the front side stereo
What burgerz understand, and can count on, iz Zeppelin
Perfect for air guitar
At this time of night on this stretch of asphalt
All the defunct amusement parks have infrared cameraz
Well, shoot
What iz there left to do now but roam
Up and down roadz with namez
Like Spooky Nook and Crooked Crook
Until the sun darez to invade our rubber wheel realm once again
The front side disco spinnerz
Would like to go home
But the back seat burger boyz are ready to roll on
Into some sort of surreal horizon
With a cotton candy ending
And haunted housez to greet us for breakfast
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
I saw it through the breakage on the pane
Through the cleavage on the drapes
From the back window I saw it
A man has never been this low I promise
You are the architect of your choices
You are a sum of your choices
I remember the boom
I remember the bass
The Shads of glass
She closed her eyes
She wished it pass
Anywhere but here
He grabbed her hand
She screamed and cried
He pushed her to the ground not a sound with his finger on his lips
As he proceeds gabbing her hips
She tries to push him off
But he was too strong
Just like her dad they were brothers afterall
But I said to myself
It ain't a nothing that a baseball bat or golf club couldn't solve
I ram on the door with my shoulder
I heard her cry out to God to save her
But he didn't answer
Something about free will as usual
He ripped her *******
He Unzipped his pants
Every ****** peaked a scream with his hand on her mouth
Until she became numb to it her resistance faded out...
She lied there like a piece of meat
Motionless not even a blink
And every tear that drifted to her chin from her eyes
Slitted a vein and artery in my heart
She was only 13, couldn't comprehend what had happened to her
Your honor
He was drunk, one too many bourbon
He's a man, ultimately human
You know how men are
Boys will be boyz
It's her fault for being drop dead gorgeous
Way too presumptuous
Not taking precautions
Too kind, too friendly, too nice
When those eyes that outshine the stars
Looked at him!
They were asking for it.
A beautiful suicide to an ugly life
A tender touch to a hurtful bruise
Am sorry I couldn't breakthrough the metaphorical glass door to you
Am sorry for what I did to you.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
want a new addiction, want to fall victim
explain to me: why do dem females have similar names?
i was blacklisted and then i got promoted
all my poems were burned by me
and i destroyed all my novels, dramas and stories
blog entries, essays and term paperz...
and every time i closed my eyes, i stopped existing
the creature of the night, ******* of da city
fundamental, livin' under mental conditionz
chanukka and christmaz, gimme me three minutez:
imma be, stay and i'll have claimed my spot in it
no matter where ya at, anthony and antwone,
italo-africanz, meet dem boyz, cry, run, but die
no room for da shy, da law of the chosen few
8000 family memberz, nationwide and global
and don't they dare to fukk around -- we alwayz local
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Ten minutes after I had barfed nine nuances of green
and eight hues of pathetic in a pretty steady stream
I found a girl whimpering in the shades of a column
My drunken self coughed and adjusted to being solemn
'cause I knew her long ago and offered her comfort
and perceived it went well but what did it not distort?
dry cheeks and thank you's
I continued whatever
and she played her game
for a boy who gave her the blues
should be the victim of her clever
bedside revenge in vain
he cared two shitbricks 'bout her roundabout
her self-inflicted humiliation was complete
he hunts the insecure to hear his boyz applaud
now she had vengefully given herself to Pete
I realized her dignity was a blood stain on a sheet
and all that was just a laughing matter to Pete
it disappeared with the rumbling of his washing machine
but to my eyes; that spot will never appear clean
I did not have the authority to put that psycho-casanova behind bars
but Ink-Eye gave him the prison treatment, in an alley, under the stars
.....
pause. (WHO'S INK-EYE?)
*Before I morphed into the niagara falls of puke, this man with a tattooed teardrop was handed my money by my intoxicated hands in order to set things straight the old way. All I dug up from my wallet was three dimes and some pastilles. Minty.
"It'll do".*
Last night I sat at the highway diner. All chairs were stacked but mine. On my plate lied a charlatan's tooth wrapped in white tissue paper, as if I had pickpocketted it from his gums. The lousy transistor radio scrambled Tom Waits' "Midnight Lullaby" as the waitress did dishes in the ***** kitchen, and I saw my lone silhouette in the panorama 'show' window illuminated by the worn out neon signs on the diner's facade. I needed to go home.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
sweedens a geefin fukn eethen mata usi alu oh kaukau foi mata tenga alu o kai ho'o fae ahahahha nah joakz we boyz pieeeeeeeeeeeec!!!!!!!! :L lolz :P :):P :P
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:05 PM UTC
Chop n ***** it to bits
Just mix a little, then taste all da blenz
Dolby two sided cassette re-mix
Plastic record kinds, always my frendz
Trippin' like now, da way dat we do
Ya ***** nor crew just can't explain
Absolute phenomenal my man, whoa!
Leanin' on da switch, gave us instant fame
Doin' it on a regular, everyday
Even city folk can relate, in sum strange way
Slab kings rising from the dead
No motor, no nothin', nothin' but crew
Yellowstone candy, if dats wat ya fancy
Or black, bolly boyz, colored candy
Black sheriff riding ******** along da Southside
Giddy up, Giddy up, never you mind
Drinkin' drank, scissor or lean
Know dat we really can be mean
We in da ***** house, not in **** lockup
Get ya cups, then take a seat, backup
3'N da mornin' we ****
Sippin' on da syrup, smokin' on ya dope
Yo ***** Candy, lick it all up
Wat it does, is it gives da hood hope
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
:
Here you come throwing pebbles.
I tap you on the shoulder,
Clap you with this lyrical boulder.
Wait til you get older, to be colder.
You come with a sea breeze,
Ah got the arctic chill.
The big freeze. Dropping
You to your knees.
I am taking back my seniority
My wisdom gets priority
Your dead theme, is in obscurity
Yappn' bout you got bling, rims
And bullchit things.
Like how long your money is.
And the 'n' word.
The 'b', word, the 'h', word,
Played out bragging and complaining
Shaming the art with your empty cart
Making noise “ain’t-saying nad-da”.
You're just a bother.
Trying to get paid
When you can't even get laid
Cause we see yo *** on the stage.
Void of rage.
Lil' poot **** hollering bout
" what "
I need to make a come up
Go find your guts,
Stop the noise lil' boys.
Take a stand lil man.
The gods have risen,
Time to pay attention.
Before you find
Yourself enslaved
In a privatized prison.
Leave the stuff
Found in the hood alone.
Like black n milds
And malt liquor.
It's bad enough
They are feeding
You food
Without nutrition
Prepn you for institutions
You go to jail for child support
Then cannot get a job,
When they let you out.
Now your record is shady.
So want to do away with the lady
And her baby...
viscous cycle;
Use the rest of your brain
Before it too is dead.
Lil boyz want to **** their
Own mama, ta run with a gang.
So u shoot mama in her sleep
Bang, bang, bang..
Now they have you for life
If they let you live.
No one to your rescue
Maybe the boy who
Cut his mama up
And baked her like a duck.
Maybe you and him
Can become fast
Friends.
With a little luck.
So don't throw pebbles
Off bridges and run
That's why I am tapping
You on the shoulder and
Clapping you with this
Lyrical boulder son!
If you want to
Thrive/and survive,
You need to stay alive.
You need to learn to
Plant and grow
Before they put
You in that hole.
Everything you eat
Don't have to come
From Chinese store
Or the A-rabs in the hood.
You cannot stay alert
On the food
From burger king
It boils down to this
You
Need
Your vitamins
You need to
Know your trees
Herbs
And your seeds...
If nothing
Else please get
The knowledge
Of these.
Don't get stuck in the
Traps "you can see"
Let hedonism
Be a thing of the past
Get serious,
And get serious fast....
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Why can’t we swear in academia?
Why can’t we swear in acedmia?
Tell me, WHY THE **** can’t we swear in academia,
why the EVER LOVING **** , can’t we swear in academia?
Say **** how we’d actually say **** Why the **** we gotta contort into this PISS-ASS RESPONSIBLE, PROPER, PROFESSIONAL, BUSINESS-CASUAL, ******* ASS-WIPING ******** LANGUAGE that no one can ******* relate to or get their head around? Academia GET YOUR RESPECTABILITY POLITICS OFF MY **** OUT OF MY FACE AND OFF MY **** and let me say ***** ****** UP!” when **** sure as **** IS ****** UP! Actually no, academia, **** OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR TONE POLICING CLUSTERFUCK, I’m not waiting for permission. I’m gunna start right the **** now. And don’t you dare tell me to shut up, **** **** **** SHITTY-FUCK, YOU BIG-BOYZ CLUB OF WHITE ***** ******** **** yourself.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
pale
petals
falling
down
into
the factories
of the towns
the petals
sweat, the
small ones
swoon
in the
sweltering
month
of June
petals
here today,
gone too soon
these
flowers will not
release their seed
ice fingers
touch them
and they bleed.
under tyranny
they groan - evil
works small
bodies
to the bone.
mutilated
maimed and
worse
pale, scarcely living
with this curse.
little babies
scarcely six
behind walls
of grey-green brick
cutting fabric
making toyz
for all first world
girlz and boyz.
you can purchase
on the floors
of many touted
Big-Box stores.
You know the ones,
boyz and girls!
We welcome you to
WALLY-WORLD!!.
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 11:08 AM UTC
can't hear the street noise,
windows closed by choice,
boyz'n girlz play with toys,
cars, trucks and motorcycles,
the boulevard rumbles in cycles,
but what if it were only bicycles,
oh let's not forget the transit buses,
without them there would be fussy,
folks unable get to work if it was sunny, and
dusty,
or slushy,
or muddy,
birds whistle, crows caw, some young
seagull already lost, calling out "spring has sprung"
and "can't find you", pack of coyotes howl, the young
whoop it up over a first ****
an early morning ****
not for the thrill of a new skill,
but to provide, as
in nature no one gets a free ride.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
It ends
when your workplace becomes a place for
friends of old friends
and the old guard is discarded.
but hidden behind the veneer
we are still here
watching the sun and
the **** going down.
They have shot away the enamel
with their lies and their
flannel
and think it's plain sailing,
I
think
that they're failing in their duty,
responsibility
is not on their menu.
But it ends as all things tend to do
I wonder who'll they try to do next.
Cook up another **** up?
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
They say that the twenty first day is the worst,
I thought the first was and the second and third,
word on the street is
' no one can beat this '
I never believed them boyz in the 'hood,
always up to no good, never giving a ****
I growed me a while and word is,
I'm a man.
On the fourteenth day when they say that the curse hits you hard
I was reading a sonnet penned by the 'Bard' wondering if his life was as hard as the times that he lived in, wonder if he ever gave in,
a saving grace here is that stupid dies and has no respect or fear of fear.
I survey the wreckage and yet I survive, a
high five to the gods of the day.
And Santa is coming they say, but that's on the twenty fifth day, they're auditioning wise men who are all in disguise, men freed from the nine to five, men who are on their way home.
Anyway the twenty first day ain't too bad,
I ain't as crazy, it's the World that's gone mad.
It only takes a miracle and the rest is passé
except for today and word is
twenty one is
lucky for some.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
---
There are some boyz
Across the street
The kind I wouldn't
Like to meet
They are as tan
As toasted wheat
Their bedrooms prob'ly
Smell like feet
Their pecs are pumped
Their abs are bunched
Eat a half a cow for lunch
I don't know, I have a hunch
They wave goodbye to Cap'n Crunch!
They play bad music
Have loud voices
Use poor vocabulary choices
They are cute, have pretty faces
But couldn't tie their own shoelaces
So long serene nights
With you, my moon
So long peaceful afternoons
They use their yard as a spittoon
I'm gonna just go inside real soon
And pick up the telephone
Call a number that I own
Soon of noise I will be free
*I know their landlord you see!*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/30/2015
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
While constipation kept me in arrears,
asper daily writing,
thus ordinarily straight forward
practiced process culling material,
(a daily endeavor generally mastered
by your truly), this moment bares
with more difficulty, thus derriere's
functionality created backlog
(of personal business),
hence presenting literary chops,
a real ****** today,
disgruntlement with ***** Pack,
(which gripe flares
cheeks) pitted me considerably
behind schedule, so...here's
the scoop (hoop fully solid explanation
for my absence) amidst
virtual chattering class
otherwise known as Face booking,
Instagramming, and Whatsapp
pin with ma Jeers
zee Boyz'n the hood,
ah...also dem "Back Street Boys"
oh mother f***er...,
I just learned day got eliminated
and blocked, (cuz o' their wiped out,
wasted, sunken,
flushed, dumpy untidily
bowled over appearances),
Sargeant Scott Coreless forced their
evacuation citing Lumineers
as more *** toot,
hence the emcee then welcomed,
opening dreck "Johnny On The Spot,"
and the "The Proctologists,"
who performed before nares
Naked Lady sighted spectators, with
lovers spooning within cheeky pairs
otherwise, essentially a pooped out crowd
sitting on their haunches,
while myself perched
some distance away
with my comfortably numb tuckus
atop the porcelain Goddess
a awaiting emetic to expel
for iCloud to finish updating
before continuing with sign out...
from this Macbook Pro,
which aye sheepishly pro state
as the long winded soup peer
re: or (flatulence riddled) explanation.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Makes a house a Home
Woman, Wife Mother, for Life
Greatest of all LOVE
Inspired songs;
1) Let It.Be
By The Beatles
“Let it be” is an universally relatable message
Many interpreted as the warmth and peace of unconditional love from a mother.
2) You’ll Be In My Heart (mother)
By Phil Collins
3) Song For Mam
By Boyz II Men
Free Verse /Modern
Haiku
A modern haiku, like their traditional counterpart are short, focused on a single, a vocative moment or experience.
They often use strong imagery to create an impression on the reader.
While the 5 – 7– 5 syllable structure is often considered a starting point for traditional haiku modern haiku, poets are often experimenting with different line lengths and syllable counts. According to the haiku foundation and the poetry foundation. Traditional haiku have to do in nature..
While other types deal with human nature. It can be confusing, identifying the different types of haiku without, The poet.
Haiku is a wonderful expression of poetry.
English haiku differs from Japanese haiku as the language gives a different syllable count.
I call this poem a modern haiku in that it is using the theme of human frailty instead of nature,
even given the option of a different line syllable length as a traditionalist fundamental structure should not be altered.
Three lines
syllable count
5-7-5
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC