"davie" poems - Hello Poetry

Did you die inside? Did you cry? When she spit in your face, And told to never come to her place, Did it hurt to watch her flirt with all those guys. They say she turned wicked, When she heard you cheated. Everything you put her through, She didn't even have a clue. But what was worse, You made her curse. All those things you said, The thoughts you drilled in her head. She went mad, Dated this guy I think his name is chad. He thinks he's a **** Because he sells drugs. And she's ill from, From all the ******* pills. You saying it was her fault, Was a ******* insult. Anymore me and her don't talk much, but the other day we had lunch. Now she's working the streets, Just to make ends meat. Has a cute little baby, His name is davie. Chad left, Cause davie is actually deaf.

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Oct 18, 2012

Oct 18, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC

elisabeth-love-legg-butcher

Cheated.

Did you die inside? Did you cry? When she spit in your face, And told to never come to her place, Did it hurt to watch her flirt with all those guys. They say she turned wicked, When she heard you cheated. Everything you put her through, She didn't even have a clue. But what was worse, You made her curse. All those things you said, The thoughts you drilled in her head. She went mad, Dated this guy I think his name is chad. He thinks he's a **** Because he sells drugs. And she's ill from, From all the ******* pills. You saying it was her fault, Was a ******* insult. Anymore me and her don't talk much, but the other day we had lunch. Now she's working the streets, Just to make ends meat. Has a cute little baby, His name is davie. Chad left, Cause davie is actually deaf.

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Her shallow waters, I dove in head first trynna be someone I shouldn't sin suicide if she wanted I would jump again; terrorist all she needed was a turban with a Taliban as a wristband chants written on her body they were lyrics then tattooed, and I was thinking more like angel wings instead she brought a dress from the devil on the ****** sands tainted, glasses even tinted, everything Instragram everything vintage, everything is everything to her im just a witness; a blast from the past, a mistress of a mistress Killed it. matter fact **** me this not what I wanted and I not who I should be; you say the sky's the limit but my limit is a frisbee my sky is a ceiling of a feeling of what could be I don't think I want you any more! MTA stand clear closing doors gasoline burning bridges to the floor abandon ship ***** you don't wanna fall alone but it seems im stuck in Davie Jones and swimming in her waters is the only way to roam, grown daughter of the music angel so; burn Sean is the only way to go; swerve I had get up outta there but no one elses water taste like Everclear and no one elses water I could jump in bare matter fact there was never water there i could jump in raw, the rain coat was never there Hold up, but what was I thinking I knew her whole song she never had to sing it I knew that it was wrong, I couldn't stop reneging ***** after ***** after ***** cut after cut with a blade clubs I would cut cause of shame I knew her whole hand so who is up for blame, Or is this just a phase but maybe I was wrong, to think theres something better and maybe Im alone in thinking that there was palm trees and maybe nicer weather after I was giving up but I cant forget her. so I jumped in again, head first she was wet all clear, slick roads traveling full speed on her **** curves words slurred vision about to go I'm bout to give it all up to this girl my mans like I don't really think you know cause once you go in raw you already sold your soul and once you eat her fruit she already took your clothes.

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC

shfr

****** Shinigami (Spoken Word)

Her shallow waters, I dove in head first trynna be someone I shouldn't sin suicide if she wanted I would jump again; terrorist all she needed was a turban with a Taliban as a wristband chants written on her body they were lyrics then tattooed, and I was thinking more like angel wings instead she brought a dress from the devil on the ****** sands tainted, glasses even tinted, everything Instragram everything vintage, everything is everything to her im just a witness; a blast from the past, a mistress of a mistress Killed it. matter fact **** me this not what I wanted and I not who I should be; you say the sky's the limit but my limit is a frisbee my sky is a ceiling of a feeling of what could be I don't think I want you any more! MTA stand clear closing doors gasoline burning bridges to the floor abandon ship ***** you don't wanna fall alone but it seems im stuck in Davie Jones and swimming in her waters is the only way to roam, grown daughter of the music angel so; burn Sean is the only way to go; swerve I had get up outta there but no one elses water taste like Everclear and no one elses water I could jump in bare matter fact there was never water there i could jump in raw, the rain coat was never there Hold up, but what was I thinking I knew her whole song she never had to sing it I knew that it was wrong, I couldn't stop reneging ***** after ***** after ***** cut after cut with a blade clubs I would cut cause of shame I knew her whole hand so who is up for blame, Or is this just a phase but maybe I was wrong, to think theres something better and maybe Im alone in thinking that there was palm trees and maybe nicer weather after I was giving up but I cant forget her. so I jumped in again, head first she was wet all clear, slick roads traveling full speed on her **** curves words slurred vision about to go I'm bout to give it all up to this girl my mans like I don't really think you know cause once you go in raw you already sold your soul and once you eat her fruit she already took your clothes.

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Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city's noises, I must think Of mangoes leaning o'er the river's brink, And dexterous Davie climbing high above, The gold fruits ebon-speckled to remove, And toss them quickly in the tangled mass Of wis-wis twisted round the guinea grass; And Cyril coming through the bramble-track A prize bunch of bananas on his back; And Georgie--none could ever dive like him-- Throwing his scanty clothes off for a swim; And schoolboys, from Bridge-tunnel going home, Watching the waters downward dash and foam. This is no daytime dream, there's something in it, Oh something's happening there this very minute!

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Claude McKay

Home Thoughts

Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city's noises, I must think Of mangoes leaning o'er the river's brink, And dexterous Davie climbing high above, The gold fruits ebon-speckled to remove, And toss them quickly in the tangled mass Of wis-wis twisted round the guinea grass; And Cyril coming through the bramble-track A prize bunch of bananas on his back; And Georgie--none could ever dive like him-- Throwing his scanty clothes off for a swim; And schoolboys, from Bridge-tunnel going home, Watching the waters downward dash and foam. This is no daytime dream, there's something in it, Oh something's happening there this very minute!

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Davie is not like his older brother Solomon. In fact, he works hard at being different. He never makes his bed for weeks at a time. He wears the same grungy shirt until it falls off in shreds. He never washes his hands before dinner, and often comes to the table late. He doesn’t brush his teeth, has never been to a dentist, doesn’t floss, And avoids eating his vegetables, except for green beans. He spends his allowance on wine, women, and song, and friends Zeke and Abe, who are always in trouble. He frets about not having more money for wine, women, and songs. He avoids work, quitting early if Solomon is not around to yell at him. He loves upsetting his older brother, tries to do so as often as he can. Many nights Davie sits out under the Milky Way and dreams of what the world out there must be like. Nearly every day, Solomon complains to their father, “That kid is no good, lazy, irresponsible, and destined to destruction. Father, you need to do something about him.” Davie says, “I’m not lazy. I just have different priorities. Life is too short to spend behind a plow on this stupid farm. I just want to be free to live my own life in my own way.” He's sure he could make a go of it, given a chance.

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Nov 21, 2013

Nov 21, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC

bob-spears

Younger Brother Blues -- The Prodigal Son Revisited

Davie is not like his older brother Solomon. In fact, he works hard at being different. He never makes his bed for weeks at a time. He wears the same grungy shirt until it falls off in shreds. He never washes his hands before dinner, and often comes to the table late. He doesn’t brush his teeth, has never been to a dentist, doesn’t floss, And avoids eating his vegetables, except for green beans. He spends his allowance on wine, women, and song, and friends Zeke and Abe, who are always in trouble. He frets about not having more money for wine, women, and songs. He avoids work, quitting early if Solomon is not around to yell at him. He loves upsetting his older brother, tries to do so as often as he can. Many nights Davie sits out under the Milky Way and dreams of what the world out there must be like. Nearly every day, Solomon complains to their father, “That kid is no good, lazy, irresponsible, and destined to destruction. Father, you need to do something about him.” Davie says, “I’m not lazy. I just have different priorities. Life is too short to spend behind a plow on this stupid farm. I just want to be free to live my own life in my own way.” He's sure he could make a go of it, given a chance.

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.It was mid-winter, 1927. Cold isn't even one of the wordsI would have used to describethat winter.It was more bone chillingthan I really care to remember. We were both young,Davie and I. November,before momma and daddydied was the last time we had heard from the man at the bank.Foreclosure was the wordthat formed icicles in my heart. We were downto our last can of beans.We were frightened, to say the least. We had no way to heat them,the wood was all burned.I swept away the old ashin hopes there would besome kindling there.There was not. Then I got an idea.When granddad was a boy,he collected chunks of coalthat fell from the trainsrunning from the mountain minesto the cities far away. The unused stall in the barnhad six large burlap bags full.I told Davie to stay put.The snow was so deepthat it took me over an hour to reach the barn.I filled up an old Diamond's potatoes sack plumb to the top.I retraced my stepsback through the snow,almost tasting the warm beanssliding down my throat. Davie's eyes danced upon my return, his tears dried the instant I opened the half frozen door. I quickly assembled a small pyramid of coalin the stove and set themablaze. They glowed like molten steel,as we warmed our hands. Iwarmed our last can of beansand exchanged worried glanceswith Davie.I told Davie to say the prayer,then we ate. The beans were good. Oh,Lord were they good!We chewed each one as if theywere made of gold.I woke with a yawn the next morningand the sun was shining. Davie had risenearlier than Iand he had even done his choreswithout being asked. I told him that I was proud of himand patted him on the backlike daddy used to. Suddenly Davie looked at me funny andhe handed me backthat same Diamond's Potatoes sackI had just emptied the coal from last night. He told me he was cleaning the ashfrom the stove and he found this pileof glass stones.I looked closer...

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Jan 27, 2010

Jan 27, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC

redbarchettadrive

~The Story You Won't Soon Forget ♥♥

.It was mid-winter, 1927. Cold isn't even one of the wordsI would have used to describethat winter.It was more bone chillingthan I really care to remember. We were both young,Davie and I. November,before momma and daddydied was the last time we had heard from the man at the bank.Foreclosure was the wordthat formed icicles in my heart. We were downto our last can of beans.We were frightened, to say the least. We had no way to heat them,the wood was all burned.I swept away the old ashin hopes there would besome kindling there.There was not. Then I got an idea.When granddad was a boy,he collected chunks of coalthat fell from the trainsrunning from the mountain minesto the cities far away. The unused stall in the barnhad six large burlap bags full.I told Davie to stay put.The snow was so deepthat it took me over an hour to reach the barn.I filled up an old Diamond's potatoes sack plumb to the top.I retraced my stepsback through the snow,almost tasting the warm beanssliding down my throat. Davie's eyes danced upon my return, his tears dried the instant I opened the half frozen door. I quickly assembled a small pyramid of coalin the stove and set themablaze. They glowed like molten steel,as we warmed our hands. Iwarmed our last can of beansand exchanged worried glanceswith Davie.I told Davie to say the prayer,then we ate. The beans were good. Oh,Lord were they good!We chewed each one as if theywere made of gold.I woke with a yawn the next morningand the sun was shining. Davie had risenearlier than Iand he had even done his choreswithout being asked. I told him that I was proud of himand patted him on the backlike daddy used to. Suddenly Davie looked at me funny andhe handed me backthat same Diamond's Potatoes sackI had just emptied the coal from last night. He told me he was cleaning the ashfrom the stove and he found this pileof glass stones.I looked closer...

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tetris patterned-shirt weird, life-is-a-creamy-dream feeling every ever I spend here in Downtown Vancouver. is it the thought of the chilli-pepper eyed parrot grazing on the street soul from the corner of Davie and Granville? is it a birth trauma coma slam considering the fact that my passport says I awoke here for the very first time? is it the caffeine pulsing through my sweat like blood the triple-sweater sandwich I call my chest the passing of my dear old Auntie Debbie the alien faces of a city-gone city goer the warm freeze of 15 dollars in my pocket wallet crunch perhaps it's the red pants the folded skinny's the overalls the great validation of Shakespeare's scream: "All the worlds a stage/ and all the men and women merely players." Did he mean John Players? Each and every all of us to be smoked in the soaking rain pretending that we each have brains? - - - I know I'm not as intriguing as most of these Greek-God's and Goddesses But I still wonder if man and women gaze to me like I'm bless-ed. - - - could that explain the dream feel? the creamy steamy dream feel? my lack of validation in this crowd-work calling card? - - - it's just about time that I mention the women whom gazed from the train that traverses the clouds. East Indian I assume I the troubadour I gazed right back into her eyes. We played this game until 'screech' went the train and I moved on in space and in time. She exited there at the same place I glared to the tiling below my unfit and soaked sigh's. As to why that I raced so that she couldn't chase and speak words that would open the light I'm unsure but I wanted to even as I slipped from sight into Vancouver's day bright of a night.

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Nov 17, 2012

Nov 17, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC

tread

cafe poetic anthology vol. 3 (short reprise for the city wearing slacks)

tetris patterned-shirt weird, life-is-a-creamy-dream feeling every ever I spend here in Downtown Vancouver. is it the thought of the chilli-pepper eyed parrot grazing on the street soul from the corner of Davie and Granville? is it a birth trauma coma slam considering the fact that my passport says I awoke here for the very first time? is it the caffeine pulsing through my sweat like blood the triple-sweater sandwich I call my chest the passing of my dear old Auntie Debbie the alien faces of a city-gone city goer the warm freeze of 15 dollars in my pocket wallet crunch perhaps it's the red pants the folded skinny's the overalls the great validation of Shakespeare's scream: "All the worlds a stage/ and all the men and women merely players." Did he mean John Players? Each and every all of us to be smoked in the soaking rain pretending that we each have brains? - - - I know I'm not as intriguing as most of these Greek-God's and Goddesses But I still wonder if man and women gaze to me like I'm bless-ed. - - - could that explain the dream feel? the creamy steamy dream feel? my lack of validation in this crowd-work calling card? - - - it's just about time that I mention the women whom gazed from the train that traverses the clouds. East Indian I assume I the troubadour I gazed right back into her eyes. We played this game until 'screech' went the train and I moved on in space and in time. She exited there at the same place I glared to the tiling below my unfit and soaked sigh's. As to why that I raced so that she couldn't chase and speak words that would open the light I'm unsure but I wanted to even as I slipped from sight into Vancouver's day bright of a night.

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Apr 24, 2018

Apr 24, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC

robinHelloRow

Roaring Twenties Now Pennies

The New Future roar + Gimme Gimme Better salaries 2018 Hard years or light years Galaxies Hey 19*,20?,21$, 22 my birth number September Saphire blue What's true the roar-ins The movies the cold cuts Getting hot Boar head bites The crybaby nights Roaring Twenties Flights" It's time for the modern "I Dare" to be on the edge Just Dodge Men at war draft ins Pennies for their thoughts Dr. Who am I drugs new laugh-ins She's the boredom Monday- millenium "Gatsby Gorilla" Tuesday Tarrantula deadend It been a long weekend_____ Money is the killer Ransom not a fandom The Samson and Delilah "Gilmore Ladies" Halleluah Stocked up on mercedes Flapper dancers flipped a coin They marched in computer lion Whats in your pocket Now Hewlett Packard Hackers and fast and furious snackers (The Thirties) centuries gowns Kitchen the wife cooks Turkey tough food 4 the soul Davie Bowie ground control Bowing down "Beek Jerky" The golf player the hole in goofers those penny loafers Coffee and cars comedians "Seinfeld" is money gold Jiffy peanut butter Sandwiches spread with love I love you "Mother" Miss Kleinfeld I am getting married Those emmy awards looking worried What's edible Mr Hannibal with attachmnents Mrs cannibals The love can (B) incredible Cornish Hens Another day like Zen Those Stepford wives perfect ten Eyes of Fifty shades of poodle skirts New Jersey housewives movie cut Greek goddess of Ulysses lit Greek yogurt creamy lips possess New future what to address Wordy so quirky time gets spooky Look alive get perky The future for me is right now Jersey strong "New Jersey" All Excell moon solar system The future I got the rhythm

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