"debater" poems
Impatient and silly
Just two things for now
There's so much more really
And I'm sleepy anyhow
But you're handsome
You're sweet
Oh very handsome, I repeat
You're a thinker
A debater
Always arguing
A master- uh hater
Oh I can go on forever
But droopy are my eyes
Goodnight
I will speak to you at sunrise
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
potion lost by unknown souls
effervescent masturbatory master debater
creationism is masochism told from the horses ***
past blast take my soul
make me whole and complete
separation anxiety is ***** envy
memories of mental memos crash past rushing fools
used and abused on cruise control
I misjudged your guided thistle
because missiles are meant for drones not home-oh
listen to the seedless man cry for his dead *****
tediously miserable always unforgiven
what lies hidden within the door
could be a deserted desert dessert
like an after dinner breath mint
or a succinct lunatic on the brink of such destruction
may be distraction fight or flight action reaction
marilyn charles though more bronson than you
Aren’t thou marked for death
broken gasp choked sob
undergod slaughtered in an abandoned euthanasia clinic
euphimistic innuendo more like in your endo
indoor marijuana smoke makes the colors run
my american flag has flown and fled
please jesus save our country bumpkins
napkins go in the lap not as hat
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
I can still smell your cheap cologne on my bed,
On my CAL hoodie
And in my hair.
I don't know how I tolerated you for so long
Your hands were always ***** and covered in car-grease
Sometimes your hair was too messy
And your eyebrows were uneven.
We had nothing in common
You were a liar
And It was my passion to expose the truth.
You were bottom class
I was a famous superstar.
High school dropout mechanic
Honor student debater.
But somehow
In some way
Your smile
captivated my heart.
And you and I were one.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 4:31 AM UTC
I dont know any cool pickup lines,
I stole them from TV
Hey baby do you have the time?
You just walked away from me
Im not cool or smooth
And I'm not slick
And I need to think of something quick
He didnt write for you, that punk rock love song,
He stole it from the Byrds
He just changed the chords
And never bothered to learn the words
But he's got you hooked
Your pulse
Is racing
You know that hes a traitor
He's a one-track trouble maker
And he's rotten company
But he's got you in his sights
You're going home with him tonight
Another loveless casualty
He keeps you coming back for more but now
Hes into someone new
He changed the locks on both my doors
So I guess that means we're through
But baby dont go,
He isn't home
And I'm waiting
I know that he's a traitor
A true master debater
Such sincere insincerity
Without hesitation
Standing in ovation to
Your perfect symmetry
We'd take it slow
But we both know
He's waiting
You know that hes a traitor
Silver tounged negotiator
And he's plotting mutiny
You dont know him quite like I do
Once he's had his way, he'll leave you
To a taxi company
And he's immune to my handy remedy,
Just come inside, he asks persuadingly
But you, you're thinking of me
Just spend the night
We'll work it out
Tomorrow
You know that hes a traitor
He's a one-track trouble maker
And he's rotten company
But he's got you in his sights
You're going home with him tonight
Another loveless casualty
That little ******* part of me
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Hey you, Mr. Bad Influence,
Who the **** do you think you are?
Strutting in here with your stupid, too-tight sweater, smug grin and reeking of mary jane's latest perfume.
I, for one, am not impressed by your ***** hipster/bad boy/deep and artistic attitude.
You're like one really bad habit the world forgot to break.
You're a good liar, and an articulate debater,
the kind of guy that makes you want to tear out your hair
because their very existence is so incredibly perplexing.
In the worst ways possible.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU.
You are junk food.
You are addicted to dying and make it annoyingly attractive.
You're all, "I don't care what anybody thinks of me."
You're all, "Challenge accepted."
You're all, "Look at me, I'm talented and smart and totally make it seem like I waste it on unconventional activities and tempt other people to do the same despite the fact that they might not have the skills necessary to pull that **** off."
And I know that everybody else probably thinks you are some, great guy but I,
refuse to buy into that
cool and detached act.
Because you, are not some great guy, Mr. Bad Influence.
You peer pressured me into falling for your smile.
You tricked me into getting caught, red handed, hoping you felt the same.
You dare me, every day, to trust you a little more and I am only so strong.
I don't do dependancies.
But I've thought about taking up smoking just so I can taste you on the exhale,
I mean, just so I'll have something to miss that isn't you,
I mean, you're not even trying and I'm already hooked
You need a ******* warning label.
You are, frustrating and dangerous and toxic enough to stunt my growth;
I will never have another day I won't find you in my poems.
I wanna miss you right.
You are so wrong.
You are not some. Great. Guy.
Boy. You are everything I never wanted.
And yet I find myself here, missing you
Before I've even left.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
never a need to say yes or no
just say not now instead
to avoid any decision
apply infinite revision
then crawl on back to bed
the words stick to and fro
following where they’re led
when a Harvard debater
says “I’ll catch ya’ later”
they really mean go drop dead
declarations come and go
everyday is condition red
I have not a clue
if what you say is true
your rhetoric is overfed
intellect is friend or foe
trapped deep in your head
words are often mis-used
context cannot be refused
if you believe you believe what was said
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
It's ok, go ahead and be a hater
hate on me, i'll see you later
lately i have been a debater
debating with the one creator
creating a brand new being
be aware of what you're seeing
see me as your mind freeing
free me from the disagreeing
disagreements of failure falling
fall away and hear your calling
call to you to stop brawling
brawlers always continue crawling
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Oh me oh my
such tall tale lies
upstream and down
by this Political Clown,
***** made of brass?!! My ***
Washing Brains with numbskullish hate
this pathetic excuse of a man with reality
his base does not relate, Whether near or far
those believing his words it is garbage they do eat
allowing many behaviors and nicknaming mistreats.
oh me oh my
a sad tear to be cried days and nights so dim as he is,
It will take years upon years to fix the damage done
& finally after 5 dead including an officer of the Law!
This smug poor loser ordered this result and now admits
his time is over, it's time to quit this nitwit says adios
and hello prison mates, I will make all the inmates love me,
You will see as I bend over backward to gain your gratitudes
all my prison base friends will share the same attitude
but please don't get me wrong! You will Love me long live
this master debater let's make a deal, okay we will talk later.
Farewell...So Long... it's been a great run.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC
Hon.Uhuru
Hon.Muigai
Hon.Kernyatta
Mr.President!
At fifties;
So young and illustrious
So energetic and industrious
So promising and eloquent
A sharp brilliant Parliamentary debater
A good financial manager
A polish political tactician
A true Kenyan king
Nature's sacred Mugumo's verdict
Moi's long-knecked prophecies
A perfect great grand transition
As history our universal teacher
Solomon Kipkoech(poet)
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
Look at her --
Her walk so eloquent
The way it speaks volumes
The stretch of her legs
Magnified
By the shine and bounce
Of her hair.
Body conversations
She's a great debater.
Masterpiece of clay.
Eyes so pure
When I look into them
We make love,
Love of the soul.
My soul sister,
My queen Cleopatra,
My Aphrodite,
Your beauty can't match
Her beauty.
For hers is not of
This world.
Only angels possess it
And I,
I shall possess it
With a ring,
Wife befitting of a king.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
I pray for you
I pray that the sun never sets on your laughter
And that your smile illuminates the darkness that this world holds
I pray that you think outside of the socially acceptable metaphorical box
And that you color outside the lines on purpose
I pray that you have your father's eyes
And that through them you see the good that dwells in everyone
I pray that the mistakes of my past do not pour into your future
And that every door would be as wide as the night sky
I pray for your beauty
And that you know that it has nothing to do with how you look
I pray for your mind
And hope that you see the world not for how it is
But for how it could be
I pray that you build nations with your mouth
Strike down evil with your words
And realize that the power of life and death really does lie in the tongue
I pray your life is like a thunderstorm
And that you shake this world to it's core
Be a bigotry hater
A fact debater
And always question authority
You may be light years away
But I know one day I'll hold you in my arms
So for now
I'll pray for you
And for all that I know you'll be.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
I ask my mama
Will a girl love me the way I loved her
Will I be underpaid for of my many favors
Will my intelligence make me a great debater
Will I understand the things I can't understand now later
She said baby boi
Your joy will come from a woman
Who knows each moment that you love her
And it's not the favors you should be paid for only the kind in your heart that make you a savor
And some people will see your intelligence in the form of a trader
But all the things you don't no now there's a plan for you to understand later
What's the honor in playing the victim
What's wrong with the world who's banded by the system
Am I the guy who is on the top when they list them
And what's a blessing if a curse gives you the same wisdom
Please don't be blinded
I'm not asking questions I'm just answering what's missing
Like a faithful man who don't wanna cheat in the room full of women
And knowing he should leave but feeling like he's being tested
He thinks if *** is not invested In me , then whys should I be effected by the three
My words are my tyrants
If I became a Titan will the gods claim me
Or will one god strike me down and try to blame me
For the many faiths that we try to make
And end up digging deeper in our hell hole where the flamed cook us like shake
Idk man Iv became soo numb numb numb
Understand its been over run by **** and *** *** ***
The many scratches on my wrist Iv number them by 8
And if ****** is what gets me then it would be my own case
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
Sometimes it feels like you were never here
Sometimes it feels like just yesterday that I told you it was over
That today I could just march over to yours and inform you of your abuse like a well practised debater
I know that you've moved on
While I'm stuck in this rut
The wheels spinning and spitting the same dirt from the same spot in this ******* rut
The engines riddling the air with the same plaintive and helpless whine
I don't know how to move on
I just keep hating you
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
Hi. Hey. What's up, how's it going?
Not much, nothing really, *** it's snowing!
You're so cute, we should meet soon.
Where? What time? I have a meet at noon.
I'll pick you up, I'll be there to cheer you on.
At my school, after my parents are gone.
I can't wait to see you, *** you're cute!
I have to sleep, be up early, phone on mute.
Hi. Hey. What are you doing?
Not much, laying down, just chilling.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Um... I don't know what to say.
It's okay, takes time, sooner or later.
You sure? You know I'm a fierce debater.
*** I love you, you're super funny.
Thank you, let's go, it's kind of sunny.
Hi. Hey. I have something to tell you.
What is it? You okay? Got the flu?
No, last night, I'm sorry I told you a lie.
It's okay, I don't understand, tell me why?
I don't know, it felt right. By the way there's this guy.
It's okay, but this is a break, you didn't have a to tell a lie.
I miss you, please! I'm so sorry...
It's raining, I cant .. Do you hear your story?
Hi.
Hi. Hey. How was your day?
Good.
Wanna come over? I'm bored.
Busy.
Oh, well, I have something to tell you!
What?
I love you, I love you, I love you!
Oh...
Oh.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
as luzes e os sons da cidade
que nessa penumbra são meus fantasmas
atraem os sentidos da racionalidade
e repelem o instinto de minha consciência
o melhor dos meus acidentes e minha doença
a incurável, que me faz trabalhar a todo tempo
e que me faz saber o que só eu sei;
todos os bons rapazes de barbas feitas
com argumentos irrefutáveis e namoradas invejáveis
têm olhos tão bons quanto os de minha rola
eu sou falso, não me atrevo a debater
pois, afinal, por que lhes dar meu tempo?
eu o faria com algumas poucas pessoas
apenas as que me pudessem compreender
como as principais moças de meu inconsciente;
mas até que alguém assim me encontre
sigo caminhando sozinho no início de noite
tentando compreender o que é isso
e qual a importância de tudo que me circunscreve
enquanto sei que nada importa
andando a passos lentos
fazendo o que calho de fazer
encarando minha sombra recém criada
pela lua hasteada no céu de piche
sentindo o orvalho beijar minhas canelas
enquanto espero que alguém jamais se importe comigo.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Like a well oiled engine, my heart whirrs in pleasure at your sight
Found a biker boy and rode into the sunset
I'm a ship honey. Take me from my harbor
A sailor caught my helm and sailed into the horizon
Are you a black hole? Because you **** me in.
The physicist sat me on his lap and we got lost in space
Are you Messi ? Because I'm a Ballon d'or.
Shots were fired. Goals were scored. And they ruled the field together.
I have reached the top tier of Maslow's needs.
After extensive psychoanalysis, we found our counselors in each other.
If you're a rebuttal point, I'll always have you covered.
She and the debater found their grey patch amidst the black and white.
I'll make you a sandwich if you are male, white and a misogynist.
She found love with the racist and waited on him hand and foot.
I'll draw your heart with HB pencils and make an acrylic out of our relationship.
The artist found her bluetiful and incRedible.
I'm a South Indian who loves dosa, an uneducated Bihari, the patanjali promoting Hindu, the Muslim terrorist, the Christian converter, the Russian spy, the fake Chinese, the blond cheerleader, the ladyless female football player, the classy British, the poor illiterate, the fat American, the mannerless slum dweller, the conservative Indian woman, the dumb **** the unromantic geek, the bald science teacher, the old librarian, the charisma less nerd......
Stereotype found it's soulmate and lived happily ever after.
I fall in love with words. Ink is my blood. Emotions and thoughts are my food.
The poet smirked and said," Haha! Nice try."
~Pacific Wolf
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
rawed flesh flies
to filthy beat of
the leather changer
gag metes justice
jean cotton knaw
crack of debater
mage owed silver
shillings for fake
dab at blood on
dent of his chin
Bob tours patois
scrawls with a finger
awed
by the give in her
broken skin
stud kept for she
his
promise the bearer note
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
breath the air of spring time in
a robust chest swelling
hard knobs fingers glands
pressing into the sky
spreading and seeking
full of air a chest waits
to formalize titillation
the cushy mounds
arouse bringing heat of spring time live
the season of expanding
citation of love modern nation
we hold this moment
with palms of hands
earth life giving
these feelings to demand
we know such love of life
nurture and hold creation
for I am this creature of spring heat
of earth blooming I see the living light
the snake eyes of mona lisa
the jerking of hands
star in heart star of mind
whiling west ward seeking
crawling out of my skin
a peace debater a living shadow
of intellect arises this truth
the rapture of the living
movements of spring
the growth of our destiny
whiling west teaching
gjmars 5/10/15
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
Truth shall ever be contained in the mind
The decider, debater of life
Collaborating with the body's output
Allowing the face with lies and truth to bind.
But power is described among some
To deceive the ****** risks,
Extirpating all traces of truth to find.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
Every bill passed
Every law enforced
And every punished person
And every broken door
Every wall built
Every motion managed
And every battered woman
And every mind damaged
Every code of conduct
Every regulation
And every callous worker
And every police station
Every constitution
Every consequence
And every carried hate crime
And every document
Every proclamation
Every orange dictator
And every child taken
And every righteous debater
All of them have suffered
All of them are dead
And all of them are falling
And all of them have bled
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
Shinning disco ***** the glowing blood, fired up adrenaline,
Flying the bird high in the sky, with ray ban, with a Marlboro,
He was no spy,
He was the silent debater with a million wings to fly.
Falling slowly and feebly into the ditch made by you for yourself,
Forever walking with the same speed and a will to never grow beyond that rusted shelf,
Safely to and for the ground stayed tied and glued not a move a skin,
Unknown to the body, the soul is now a rock and the body is unlinked akin,
Feverish, the road led him to this day, to this stage, feeble drifts, and lost all,
Oh stranger, miser or the wiser, you alone have got to be the fighter,
Bring out your best to arrange for a feast,
Greet us with the charm you won in the battle fought against the beast,
The beginning till the end, the narrow to the broad, come may whatever you have raised the cup,
The solo act, the fine performance, and the live stage you have lit up,
All for one and none for the one, the point you’ve made has been registered,
Don't forget the times for the many gatherings you have anchored.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
Peço desculpa pelos meus extremos.
Tenho tanta urgência em mim,
Tanto desespero,
Sei lá eu de quê.
Às vezes sinto-me sufocada dentro de mim mesma,
às vezes tenho duas mãos à volta do pescoço
e nem penso em me debater para as retirar.
Sempre fui um pouco masoquista, sempre consegui encontrar na
dor uma forma de a admirar.
São sensações que aparecem subitamente,
sinto o meu corpo a entrar numa agressiva combustão
que me arde em todo o lado e, logo depois, se esvanece
num grito calado.
E de repente,
Fico demasiado pequena
Para aguentar o calor da minha própria erupção.
E esta alma inquieta luta,
Protesta,
Escraviza-me,
Nem sequer me escuta,
Só arranha as paredes dentro de mim
À procura duma fenda por onde se escapar.
Mas porque me quer ela abandonar?!
Eu sei, e quero deixá-la ir!
Para a roda da fortuna que a veio seduzir, para o penhasco de onde
ela se quer mandar.
Sem sequer se questionar se terá uma rede por baixo que a vá
amparar.
Sempre fui assim, muita emoção e pouca razão.
Impulsiva, selvagem, bruta, desmedida,
em todos os assuntos que se relacionam com o coração.
“C(ALMA)”…grito-lhe de volta.
E afinal, ela ouve,
Mas não quer saber.
Às vezes dou por mim a chorar
Sem me aperceber de como comecei
E sem qualquer noção
De como irei parar.
Às vezes sinto a sua dor,
E choro com ela,
Enquanto ela me implora por uma última dança
Contigo.
Enquanto eu lhe imploro
Algo muito semelhante.
Algo que se assemelhe a um porto de abrigo.
MAS CALMA NA ALMA!
Dobra os extremos
Junta-os num ponto não tão distante.
E assim, bailemos,
Sem fazer do amor um bailado agoniante.
Pois só no meio termo é que se dança bem quando pretendes dançar com uma acompanhante.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC
Wanted to start with an honest take
On T.S. Eliot's fulmination towards criticisms
Regarding the debater, Mr. Grierson's
Point of view on metaphysical writings
In purview of genuine poetic dissertation and discussion
Presentation of the nuances of poems are intriguing
Wherewithal that there is a diligent approach taken
To study John Donne and Cowley
Marvell, one of the social upheavilists
Of this time t'was real t'was true to naturalism
However, Goethe points out " in their unnaturalism they poised on naturalism"
There is a lot to say for Mr. Eliot's debate
Not too much for Mr. Grierson's review of some good old fashioned
Amorous verse, inasmuch it bewitches the languid sensuality
Often the purer and fairer opposite ***
Through genuine use of wit and impressive stoicism
A thoroughly metaphorical use of the term "stoic"
Can be attributed to the use of complex imagery
It would be interesting if one drew parallels
On the concepts of love and spirituality
It is expressed in reading that deals with rapid association of thought
English language canon and poetic implication are there, of course
Basically, what the poet is trying to say and the implicit understanding
Between a lover and a mistress
One could say it is a conversation or a nuanced conversation
Between the reader and poet
Such is the metaphysics of women and their love for genuine metaphor
It is often the velleity of the poet to write in such esoteric language
Therefore, one could understand the heterogeneous ideas potrayed
In each poetic verse of Donne's repertoire cannot be
Misconstrued as unnecessarily analytic
Almost like the dissection of a patient in surgery
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Call me a hater
But Trump is a traitor
Who’d like to be a dictator
Or a George Washington
Our nation’s pater
Though we should call him
A thin ice skater, or better yet
A democracy deflator
Call me a hater
Or an avid debater
But Trump is an alienator
Who right from the start
Wanted to keep us apart
And he seems to have succeeded
He’s what his base needed
I have conceded
Call me a hater
More or less, an instigator
Or something much greater
One who tells the truth
Because he has the proof
And without a doubt
Plainly lays it out
In a whisper or shout
Call me a hater
Not a fabricator
Or an exaggerator
Unlike a hell-bent
Kind of President
Who betray his oath
And shows no growth
As a product of both
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
I stack poems high
Past the sky so why lie
I braille third eye
No need to take a sigh
Never was down the evol Messiah
Put out the fire
Once I became replenished with water defintion of slaughter
I'm bound to nature styles create a
Soul sound debater slow cruise like an elevator
Sniff out spectators they advance me greater
Play you all like classic Sega
Genesis the new nemesis sending this
Poem in ya ear so don't dismiss
Or diss cause you might miss
The rhymes of a great lyricist
The poems that light up like a Christmas
I got writes to rite ritual it's habitual
Prime Animal far from a cannibal
Cold blooded mammals
Got ya back arched harder than a camel
We got ammo to go so sit back enjoy the show
Cold as snow mixed with nitro
I got sixty seconds on the floor
Raise eyebrows so you know how
My styles be similar to Owls
Head twistin' got ya own spirit kissin'
Pay attention and listen
I toast to christening but then again
Stay close to enemies
I feed em well ***** So they tell
On themselves swell
Their heads til it goes stale
Sips of holy grail so I don't fail
We ship more posts than mail
Gang of cartels who livin well?
Yo it ain't hard to tell
My poems you love 'em
Wait that's evol but that's the words told paying toll
I didn't want to do it you blew it
Rap Super Saiyan
Ignore ya rhymes like what you sayin'
Poetic slayin'
Til the day that I die
I'll be spittin' multi's
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 1:21 PM UTC