"buh" poems
Lights off, ma bad-ass homies are juz drank,
buh then I saw ya dancing in da club.
Ma head was blown, let's kick it!
Cuz ya could be ma tight moll,
o' let's juz put a bullet
on the clock in these tight walls.
If I'm wit ya,
ma heart could fly so high like a G6,
Imma be glad if ya be mine
tho I ain't da niftiest sheik.
And if loving ya could take ma life
to da street, cuz of a set trippin,
then ya could be a flower
on ma Chicago Overcoat on ma big sleep.
Miss me wit dat! Ma bad,
buh I ain't gonna take ma words back,
I ain't no good, buh Imma gangsta poet
juz a poet wit rhyming words as AK,
so Imma put sum shizzle down
and write what it means.
To me love is gangsta, family is gangsta,
loyal is gangsta, if that's not gangsta,
I don't wanna be gangsta.
O' ma sheba, wazzup!
Let's show 'em what is real luv.
Then luv me less, until ya luv me more
and let's live as gangsta poets
in this gangsta world.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
Maybe if I'm buried beneath these sheets long enough
I'll melt into them
Chained to the bed
By a fatigue dressed in fuzzy pink handcuffs
With your name scrawled on the side
Ravaged the light from me
So if I don't see the sun for long enough
I'll convince myself I'm not real
A figment of someone's imagination
Sent to tell them their taxes are due
Their fly is undone
Convince myself that if I stay still for long enough
I'll slow my body to a leaking faucet
Lethargic sleeping pill slow motion
My heart will beat the way I imagine yours does
buhhh
boom
What a heart you have
buh
boom
A beat
As though living is an art I could just master
buh
boom
Like loving was the art you couldn't grasp
buh
boom
Maybe if I dream about you enough
I'll stop having these nightmares about being alone
buh
boom
Or maybe if I peer over the edge of the bed
It'll look less like a cliff than I thought
Buh
Boom
Maybe my feet could find the floor
You once swept out from under me
Buh Boom
Maybe I will stand without your hand to steady me
BUH BOOM
Maybe
I never needed you much at all
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
He lifted his hand, it shook.
He leaned towards speech, halting.
A stroke confined his feet
to shuffled, prayerful, praises.
The day pushed dusk through blinds.
“How you buh, beautiful?” (a rasp).
“You take your meds?” the nurse said.
“How you… to… today?”, finger pointing
(reminded of it's hook).
She smiled and smoothed his bed
"You flirtin’ again? You bad man.”
Once he'd made a vow, an oath
in Auschwitz-Birkenau:
Forced to pick gold from charred teeth,
he pledged to sidestep death… to live!
And walk - in love -
to the Sabbath.
Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Guep seeb do fug
Uptoob queev buh
Luft goo dub ug
Fleeg dahs luh
Obku *** qwuarsh
Fab go mud marsh
Me go fabroso
Egvar seeg lu
Xybahso
Imba go mu
Cabbo de
Ogg be
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 10:29 PM UTC
jump, skip, hop, then POP!
August 2, 2011
So here's a playful tune
to make your body swoon.
Shake and bake those hips
pucker up and lick your lips.
Because tonight, we're dancing!
da lada dee da daaa laaa la laa ohhhh
I love the way you move like that
jumpin' 'n jivin', you're one cool kat.
So now we're getting down
laughing so much, are you a clown?
In our serene meadow, together, we're prancing!
Lemme catch you off guard, sweep you off your feet
this is the most romantic way I could think of for us to meet.
Now don't get me wrong, I mean I dress to impress
but girl, for you, I'd much rather wear less.
If you know what I mean, hiding my eyes glancing!
Excuse me mam, but I don't mean to be rude
or have you think my humor is too crude.
But for a special lady, lady, lady, oh so cute
I'll give it my my all, gotta take aim, then shoot.
Gotta get, gotta gotta, give you my all, all my romancing.
Boop boop be doop buh bahhh tra lalalahhh
Baby, so I've got you now forever maybe.
Squeeze you so freaking tight, 'till your soul leaves.
Enters my body and we intertwine, as it mentors.
Me and teaches how to be we.
koo koo cuh cahhh shoop doop la lahhh
Jump, Skip, Hop, then POP!
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Everyday
As I am lifted from
The depths of
Bullet transportation
Up
And
Out
To the busy city street
Leading me to where
I'm supposed to go
The word Conveyor Belt
Comes to mind
Every face
The same
As the day before
Clouds white and stained
Stupid, unworthy pillows
That the angels won't even touch -
They prefer that Tempurpedic stuff
Expensive taste
Those angel's have
God must have
Rubbed off on them
The belt spins
The bolts are stainless
Shining naked like a
New born baby in the
Sacramento River sunlight
The oil thicker
Than the first mud of Earth
Thicker than one-hundred faceless
Soldier's blood
Mixed to perfection
With sympathy and
Black newspaper ink
Thick as the human heart
In its final moments
The last three beats
Echoing loud like the screams
Within the insane asylums and
Delivery rooms:
Buh-bump,
Buh-bump,
Buh-bump.
Then,
At long last,
Silence
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
You see me day by day at the corner
Pockets in hand
Shelves of rotting produce cardboard boxes
20 cent sweets that past their sell by date a year ago..
Diligently you see me, come rain or high waters
I stand there pockets in hand
From dusk till dawn
Broken lips that whistle all day
Zimba chips, Cool time, packet tamaties.
A tune the little ones love to hear
No choice I have, ends meat is all I crave
But you brand me as a low class citizen.
Education I have not The Class room smarts they say
I can't construct a well thought out sentence
With concords alliteration and all those linguistic devices.
But I know how to communicate
I can't solve Linear Equations or know who pythagoras is
Buh I give you correct change to the last decimal.
I give you tabs that your hyper markets and pick & pays stores will never allow.
But you still brand me as a low class citizen
Any mischievous activities occur I'm the first to wear the blame.
And no apology is afforded to me
The man at the corner
The robs I wear are not to my liking but are a testament to my financial struggle.
All you see is a **** Bo tsotsi.
Does a mans status really revolve around money.
How I wish my luck will change with those 7 miniature *****
But still you'll find me, the man at the corner.
You pass me by in your luxury cars with your fancy titles.
I have only known Bra Dross.
Well that's sufficient for me
Buh still with your discerning eyes feel like shackles to my navel constricting my ambition to pass on my name
But still you find me, the man st the corner
I excepted my fate buh still looking forward to my better day
Next time you see the. Man at the corner
Leave a greet for him, share a smile with him
He is just a man
A man at the corner who said no to un lawfulness
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
look a rain drop see
falling from the sky
it'll hit the ground
wave your hand buh-bye
up there in the sky
right now it's high
falling from above
is it going to die?
when angels cry
sometimes in july
like people in a way
it's easy to see why
i need more time
today it rains again
i have to say more
its almost six a.m.
soul mind and flow
your heart will race
while rain drops fall
in a glorious dance
so many of them
we call it bad weather
weak on their own
a strong force together
a waterfall of thoughts
something to ponder
back to the story
bright light and thunder
this drop is me
that one is you
came out from a cloud
from an ocean of blue
form an allegiance
create a cirlce of life
two drops of water
we are falling in love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
rain drops fall over and over
come down go up no end to this story
rain drops fall over and over
phenomenon i call free falling
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
One message reacived......
is it from my mum..
Is it from the landlord
is it from my dad
is it from my girlfriend..
After opening the text i could nt bealive my eyes....why cant she let me stay in peace why does she keep on bothering my marriage...her name is tracey a girl i had been dating buh just dumbed me because i was not rich.... And i left her even though i loved her with all my heart....i knew that the love i felt for her will never fade away....but soon enough i came to find my true love... tracey's love was first love...and first love never dies but true love comes and buries it alive.......i met my true love her name is melissa i love her but not the way i do for tracey but their is no turning back i am married...and thats why i cant reply traceys text even though i love her...
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
M done
Wasting my life
Wasting my time
Wasting my prayers
Wasting my hopes
And my words
On You
Bye Mr.XXX
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
(_Hook_)
The way we be online,
stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this virtual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from One…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_1st Verse_)
I hate social media
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat
And all that crap cause Hey?
It’s misleading our ******* Generation
Look at our youth today
They can’t look up from their tabs cause they’re
too much obsessed with what’s going on
Gossips and all that stupidity
Hey, I’ve got a new pair of shoe, I gotta post that
And hey, look at That girl on beach
Ain’t she cool? I gotta double tap that
You see? Our youth are too much engrossed in ‘looking and acting cool’ than in being true
To who they really are
I mean they’re acting rich online buh those **** Kids are struggling offline
And what’s this thing about having friends
You’re never going to meet?
Not now, not ever?
(_Hook_)
The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this vertual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from One…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_2nd Verse_)
Friends who’ll never be there for you
Physically or emotionally
Friends who will never understand
How you really feel
Friends from the other side of your screen
I mean, **** social media
What’s the use of having Four-Thousand friends buh they will never be there for you?
What’s the use of uploading Thousands of filtered photos just to look cool?
***** you should get out to the sun, life is perfect, it doesn’t need to be filtered
And so, my dear sisters
You don’t need that crop top to look beautiful
You already are
You don’t need that mini-skirt to look fabulous
You already are
Don’t let social media dictate to you
What should be social
Don’t feel left out if you can’t afford those heels
you saw Natalie with last week
Chances are, they were be borrowed
Don’t feel left out if you can’t come up with
a catchy on fleek nonsense
Chances are, it was copy pasted
And you know what?
Part of the reason why I hate social media
is because it has revolutionized
our thinking abilities
We’re now thinking in terms of likes
comments and shares
(_Hook_)
The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this virtual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from one…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_3rd Verse_)
**** Social Media
It’s sad to realize that people’s worth
is now measured in terms of likes
It’s sad to realize that you can be a celeb online
But a freaking ******* offline
You can be a ******* player online
But a freaking loser offline
Social Media has become a platform of hiding who we really are
We’re hiding our traits behind those screens
**** Social Media
You ain’t giving us a chance
To be ourselves
Fake accounts, fake profile pictures
**** Social Media
You’re only giving us a chance
To manifest and present
Our alter egos
And you’re getting it all wrong
We’re now more like, who we dream to be
Than who we really are
(_Post chorus_)
I hate Social Media
But when all is said and done
I’m still gonna post this online
Cause at the end of the day?
I still want you to subscribe
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
but i didn't feel a buh-boom
no profound i am
just a pulsing you
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
I enjoy words
Little words that fit unto tiny cubbeyhole spaces, a word like Key, something you could fit into a pocket, makes other words rhyme and think about secrets and doors. A wooden frame, gateway to another room or someplace else, it opens and closes and clicks and turns and clinks and all from that tiny three letter word.
Large words that stretch and yawn and roll around in your brain marble like trying to fathom and plumb their bottoms. A word like Miasma. Miasma Miasma. What does that make you think of. Like a big stinky cloud, it creeps along the ground because it's heavier than air, something soup like, but I've never heard that word used to describe a soup. Or really used for much of anything at all. It's not a word people say or write to each other. Miasma. That's sad. It's a beautiful word. An interesting word.
"Normal" words, everyday words like buttons. Makes me think about a button on your coat. Maybe it's blue or one of its shades like cobalt navy or azure. And it's popped off and rolled away under a couch or in a crack somewhere. And we all agreed that that Buh sound was what those round objects made of all sorts of materials that hold your shirt closed, that sound is what that thing is going to start with... buh tuns... or **** tons... how strange. That we all agreed that.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
Okay, I am sold
all those pictures
reveal exactly
what I had to see.
A picture may be
worth one thousand words,
but the only words
I have for you:
Buh-Bye
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
She warned me, of "is" becoming "was"
I thought, just enjoy this "is" and let it slowly become "was"
Now I'm lost, for the cause of "is" becoming "was" was to be for a better cause
Or so I thought
It happened, I knew it wasn't going to be the best experience
Buh me and bro always said to ourselves, it will become a memory
I tried as much as possible to be the ideal meaning of obedience
Buh with them, you still have to act careful carefully
And so we were told, I should be weary for I don't know what truth people will unfold
Old, bewildered by the statement behold, were the people who were making my current "is" cold
She oughta know, that her seedling isn't one to go with the flow
And now, the bow, the phone, the words, the arrow
With all I was told, I couldn't have been trusted enough that there's a reason I'm bold
My bold, mistaken for disrespect to my older foes
I wasn't expecting someone so close to misinterpret my bold
Buh a little distance, messed us up way too low
Sigh, what more could she have said
Manipulative was all she said buh all the abusive words combined couldn't have meant what she meant
They can't handle someone who wouldn't be submissively controlled because I'm a product of their rent
I'm hurt, she's hurt, buh this time, I deserve some respect
With all you told me, you really think I'll go out with just anyone
From everyone to anyone, I made you understand this dude is still a number one
It's fine if I'm to be sealed in like they wish, I just need one good reason why you and them do what you did
Bet you didn't know this side of me still exists
The one that takes up a pen and paper when he's truly sick of how different things persists
I thought it died, cos we've never made it to this level
I just realized the closest people are the ones that bring out my rhythmic rebel
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
You ride like normal
Buh inside is a soul so lost.
All the guys u met
Had a peep in your dros.
Don't take the blame
It's not your fault.
It's hard to find a knight
In a shinny armour.
Buh Was it hard to say no?
To the whole show?
U let them have thier way.
In the end
Non ever stayed.
Cool girl.....
Ah feel for u.
Am not here to
Highlight ur imperfection
Buh young gal
Y don't u leave this death section
Lemi Introduce u to a new section
To a man hu carried all
Your life burdens..
JESUS CHRIST
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
The world is funny.
And the joke is on mankind.
Haha. Buh dum tsss!
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Oh self, gardener of mistakes.
The trees I planted grew sideways, giving shade only when I need it, never when I want.
Oh her, gardener of nervous hearts.
The tiny little buh-bump, buh-bumps of the night haunt my mind.
But they leave me thinking she's got countless petals and seeds trespassing in me.
And I am still learning if I should embrace them in the soil,
Or if I should dig them up before I get too attached.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
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Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 10:36 PM UTC
I CAN'T FAIL!!!
...
...
...
Jump in,
Failure is high, the way that it holds, it's grasps to the souls, feels like a real ongoing demise
It puts you on low, it throws you to grow, buh ***** it I know, I have to decide
Which way that I go, which feeling to show, when all of the "No's" are filling inside
I'm not my own foe, but inside the dough, of being above is a big compromise
My peak on the rise, look in my eyes, you will see this time, I've come to realize
It wasn't a plan, I wrote this just now, The grim on my face, says I've got to be wise
Needless to write, I gotta sit down, move at the world's pace and move to the side
The failure that's flirting, distractions that are lurking, I gotta keep burning, the zeal inside
I ain't recording, but it feels like there's nothing that's gonna stop me from reaching my prime
Maybe that's why, all of a sudden, I feel it urging to put words that rhyme
When I enter this time, I'm cooking so hard, that I don't look picture perfect but rather look fried
Cos since I'm alive, I just don't see why, I should be behind, when I need to arrive
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 2:16 PM UTC
Is it possible to procrastinate sleep
or is it just cause I want someone to talk to me so much that I don't sleep?
Literally, I'm just laying around here
Doing everything but sleeping
At such a late hour
And trying not to think of you.
Gosh... Is it so hard not to reply to what you have clearly read?
I just want a conversation with you
But that's clearly not happening anytime soon so
Buh-bye.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
A feeling
Stirring
Beating
Buh-boom buh-boom
A dance
Partners
Warming
One two one two
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
*(Try to imagine Donald Trump on a stage in a
tuxedo with a top hat and a cane.)*
(1)
"I've spent many years
On a stage of sorts.
Including all the times
I've spent in the courts.
But now I'm on the biggest
And grandest stage of all
And on a constant high,
Though not from alcohol.
Since being president
Is not an easy task,
To help me run this country,
There's ONE thing that I ask:
"Please…
Can…
You…
Give me a break?
Come on and
Give me a break.
They say to take it on the chin,
But hey! I never thought I'd win.
So give me a break.
Yes, give me a break.
For Pete's sake
Give me a break!
(2)
"People say they want
To see my tax returns.
Every time I hear that,
Oh, my stomach churns.
Buh-lieve me: no one's being
Taken for a ride.
But my financial matters
Are…um…classified.
There was no collusion
With Putin. Can't you see?
We JUST exploited his
Dislike for Hillary.
"So…
Come…
On…
Give me a break--
A beautiful break!
I will fix this world. And how!
You know I'm the cat's meow.
Just give me a break.
Yes, give me a break.
For goodness' sake
Give me a break!
(3)
"If Congress pats my back,
I'll give theirs a pat.
If Dems did, too, then I
Would hug a Democrat.
Loyalty’s important,
So if I get the urge,
I might just have to give
The FBI a purge.
I wish the prying media
Would try to be my friend
And write what pleases me.
Of course that would depend.
"If…
They…
Would…
Give me a break--
A big giant break!
I've the right to ridicule
Anyone I think a fool.
So give me a break.
Yes, give me a break.
For God's sake
Give me a break!
(4)
"So what if Flynn's a liar
And Spicer is a ****
And Bannon is a racist
And Sessions is a rube?
Ivanka and Trump Junior
Will pick up any slack.
I've got Kelly whipped,
And Sarah has my back.
I even have the white
Supremacists at my feet.
To stir up all my base,
All I do is tweet.
"ONE…
MORE…
TIME…
Give me a break--
A fabulous break.
Kim Jong Un has got to go.
Call me Mr. Dynamo!
Just give me a break--
A HUGE, gorgeous break.
Come on! Just
Give me a break!"
-by Bob B (1-2-18)
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC