"enuf" poems
Wussup, professional Latina?
Diversity been good 2 U?
Water warm enough 4 U?
Shaking down enuf rich gringos
to fund your Non-Profit?
(*speak against capitalismo here*)
Got time for la Revolución after your pedicure today?
(mention the border here)
still watching Oprah, Abuela?
heard from your third ex-husband recently?
Wussup consummate professional.
(*turn on NPR here*)
Got nail polish? Got car waxed? Got investments?
(take a networking business lunch here)
Have you streaked your hair enuf?
(mention indigenismo here)
I hope you are caring well for all the nietos
and still have time to be a tiburona
(insert italicized Spanish word here)
How are all your gente ?
(*mention mujeres fuertes here*)
Hey Latina - when did you move out of the barrio ?
(*mention La Raza here*)
Mujer Latina—wussup.
how is Gringolandia workin' out 4 U ?
(turn off Univision here)
'cause if the oppression gets too bad
you could always move back
to Venezuela
or Chihuahua
or San Juan, or...
(*mention Trump here*)
...Miami?
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
***IF YOU READ NONE OF MY OTHER
POETRY, PLEASE READ THIS!***
Knock, knock - Who's there?
Is anybody home?
The lights are on, but you are gone...
It's silent as a tomb.
Knock, knock - Who's there?
Listen to the sound!
He waits for you! You know it's true!
But you are not around...
When Jesus is a'knocking
At your heart's fast door,
You appear to close your ears...
Do YOU know WHAT'S IN STORE?
We DON'T all go to heaven...
YES! There is a hell!
You will find that you are blind
Believin' a tall tale!
*I am a "good" person!
I'm helpful, and I give!
It's okay to be this way!
I live and let live...*.
NO! Jesus lead the sinless life
And gave it up for YOU!
Let Him in, He'll take your sin,
For He is kind and true!
There are NONE "good" people!
Folks! We're near the END!
Satan promotes his lies and gloats,
You'd best believe it, friend.
We ALL sin, and like as not
God CAN hold a grudge!
I don't know why we try and try
To say He doesn't *judge!
This means YOU TOO, Believers!*
You'd best have a care...
Be ye pure, or you'll endure
The same fate sinners share!
This is simply Bible.
God, the temple left!
Ezekiel. You know full well.
It was then BEREFT!!!
CHRISTIANS! Are you holy?
Have you sinned enuf?
He is God - He's not a CLOD!
He don't put up with GUFF!!!
Do I sound like I'm frightened?
You BET! I am afraid.
There is grace, but it's a *race!
I may NOT make the grade!*
We CAN blame the devil,
And that is just a shame...
He tempts us all, but please recall
REBUKE! In JESUS NAME!
**Adam blamed the WOMAN.
Eve... she blamed the SNAKE...
Holy SMOKES! C'mon folks!
HOW MUCH CAN GOD TAKE???!!!**
Knock, knock - Who's there?
Christ died that we may LIVE!
Open up and *drink the cup!
Then He can FORGIVE!*
If you don't, please hear me.
You'll believe a LIE.
You may well end up in hell...
**So kiss your soul GOODBYE.**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/12/2014
This poem is a spoken-word vidio
on YouTube...
https://youtu.be/PbD84Tuydxw
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
I’m on my way… to my own personal… on the inside…
Celebration… ya know?
Cuz I realized… I already did the tuffest jobs I’ll ever do…
I done raised my kids…
loved my loves…
bumped my head…
learned my lessons…
fought my fights…
forgiven my foes…
and finally…finally…
forgiven…
my… self..
And I’ve come far…
A long loooong way…
But I know I still got a long way to go…
So
I just might get me a push-up bra…
and a low-cut blouse…
And maybe a weave… and some New Journey shoes…
For my new journey.. some new high heels will
Certainly do…
Heels high enuf to make my
Thighs stand out… and
My ankle turn just so... and
My Hips sway when I step… and
My skirt tail snap when I pass… and
When I pass…
I’ma give a little look over my shoulder… like this…
So you can see…
That I saw you see me…
But I’m just gon give a LITTLE look
Cuz I can’t look BACK
For TOO long!
See, I might be tempted to TURN back…
An try to
re-do somethin’… or
explain somethin’... or
fix somethin’… or
cry over somethin’…
And I’ve just plain come too far!!!
Baby… I’ve
Come too far to turn back now…
And still got a long long way to go…
Come Too Far To Turn Back Now
Carla Marie 2012
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
Suicidal tendencies;
Man are they hard to shake.
I guess its kinda ******** to wanna take
Ur own life
Away.
To me its just part of most days.
I look at living as a silly little game.
Constant effort to trasmute the pain,
To shut off my brain
So that I can simply
Exist.
A 44 n a flick if the wrist,
Or score sum more n slip into bliss.
Make sure she's got no sores on her lips
Before planting another ***** with that first kiss.
A vertical slit of the wrists
I've thought often of the many many ways
To cross off the list.
But really, when I take my own life
If i decide in a monent of emotional feedback so loud it drowns out my natural effervescence
It'll be from taking flight.
Cause u know how much I like to get high
N how hard
I *** down.
Ear to ground
Still listening for the secret
N searching for the sound.
I get lost n then found
Then lost
Again
I really don't have any friends
Just acquaintances
I don't remember what day it is
But I sure can feel the pull of the moon
I love these orange pressie pills, I start nibbling at noon
I used to believe in love, now my heart has no more room.
Desperate doom.
I'm such a romantic
That I'm incapable of loving humans any more.
More efficient to go ahead n make that score.
My heart like a massive tree house so many floors.
So many many ways in,
All boarded shut
If I was a girl they'd call me a ****
Cause I **** every night, my ***** mouth n ****
Cause I can never get
Enuf of love.
Thank god for drugs.
Why is it that in Alaska no one hugs,
Santa Cruz -- home of the pacifist banana slugs.
No more war,
I'm retired from battling
History repeats itself
Like a broken ******* record.
My past is checkered,
But not as hard as my future
I'm going in deep with the drugs
Working out all the bugs
In this new system.
Do u know what its like to b ****** on
By the ones fr above.
I'm smoothing out my pistons
Ready to race.
Beginning a new phase,
Where no one gets my heart, not even me.
A new start.
Now wearing the glove,
Cause I'm nearing the finishing lines.
I've definitely had
enuf of love.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
Human Observations (the woman pees)
if you walk the world
with pen and paper,
sure as the sunrise,
the pen will leak,
when wearing
white and so
will the
words,
right
after.
when you can't sleep,and you
slam your fist into the
pillow, know that the
pillow is silent
thinking, sir,
now, you
really ain't
got a
prayer.
fallen asleep in the soaking tub
a thousand and one times,
ain't never drowned like
the warning ones say
I will do, but
really, in my
night sleep
in the
safety
of bed,
I have
drowned
a million
times.
the woman pees, safe and secure,
comforted by the knowledge
that we have bathrooms
separate, her toilet,
man *** free, tho
we just finished
making sweaty,
fluid swapping
***
she does not, won't put on makeup
to take out the garbage,
that is why she keeps
me around, her love,
firm, unwavering
once a night.
when you tell your child
that you love them, and
they do not reply,
it is not that they
don't love you back,
it is that they have
yet to learn how to
love themselves,
something
that can't
be taught.
the more trinkets I buy her,
more she screams stop,
but never not once
has she said,
here, take it
back.
if you don't believe in Faeries,
try, for then you have a
chance of getting the
missing sock,
back, intact.
If must look up the time where
you love is currently residing
then the probability is more,
> than 1.000, that you no
longer love them enuf.
you know it is time to
hang up the pen put
down the iPad, give up
on this poetry gig
when you really prefer
the autocorrect
suggestion.
More to follow.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
(A Choreopoem after Ntozake Shange)
Babbling publicly into your phone
the tragedy’s yours, and yours alone:
messages from your dysfunctional city
inflicted in Afro-eccentricity.
Turn off your phone and spare us the drama.
Look for change from the Lord (not Obama)…
Quit twitching your neckline, stop making that face
there’s nothing you merit because of your race;
no right to entitlement. Take it to God—
we hope He will change you, but spare the rod.
And we pray He does change you, put “yes” in your can;
and that change that’s left over (from Savior to man)
might enlighten your heritage, lighten your load
help you calculate more or less what you are owed
in dollars or dignity (afro-semantics)
while twittering radically militant antics.
A debt unforgiven: this claim someone owes you
some change in a can that black history shows you
your hopeful presumption is scant reparation
for ghetto entitlement fouling our nation.
Go harvest your madness and reap what you’ve sown
now that tares have sprung up as you blab on your phone
now that reapers are ready—the data-plan paid
and our melanin levels beginning to fade…
I’ll shout from your rooftop until you’ve heard
and the crackers get fed to the mockingbird.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
“Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin””
Allman Brothers
<•>
two words arrive unscheduled no comprehension no intention;
a great taunting for the guy who claims he plucks ‘em
from passing breezes and hazelnut trees
creation capture
meaning just a biting ******* feeling,
Allman brothers Pandora in on it too,
playing to make sure
I’m in touch with my roustabout feelings
*“Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'”*
got it - the poems revolting
and they are...making it hard
the lesson i’m learning
the poems are the boss
you ain’t nothing but a whipping post boy
wright right what you’re given, no misgivings -
a treat you don’t deserve
you ain’t nothing but our
creature captured
forty years in the desert and maybe then
the promised land
let you know when you suffered enuf
meantime meet us and Leon in Atlantic City;
poetry ain’t nothing but rolling dice, playing craps
mostly you lose
Bastille Day 15:00
a country tune for a county boy
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
- for patty m(mombo)
who will be laughing
out loud, spilling her sippin’ coffee~
after she reads this~
woke up o f f c i a l l y “fully rested”
per the devices that monitor the body,
hoping
that’s all they do, unless they are
writing this?
don’t think but can’t be sure,
cause the poems planted here,
were seedlings elsewhere, and
the Gatherers, my senses, be working
overtime
as we (me & them) trapse
through life picking up the discards,
of songs. tv pundits, (see title!)
overheard snippets of street
conversations,
your poems & comments,
(as I walk among you)
almost everywhere,
anytime
anyhow,
to add
days to
my life span
because
the poem notions
hit me so fast,
hanging fruitfully
needy
for picking, need
more time to love
them so fulsomely
so maybe one or two
are Rem insertions by
my Apple watch, but
not many cause I write
in a funny style!
my son asked AI to write
poems in the manner of
his dad, and it replied,
“can’t help, his poems are
too weird, not reproduceable,
borderline crazy(!!!!);”
give us someone easier
like Whitman or Plath
or Leonard C., no problem
doing dat”
so this poem was an off chance remak,
heard in passing by my digesting ears,
and like Noah’s Ark,
loaded up with alphabets 2 x 2,
set sail to your receptors to bark at ya
awake baby
with hopes
that you rise and read this,
laugh way
out loud,
and suddenly you tutu,
feeling well-reset, rested and very
a very,
moderate modicum more
appreciated enuf
nml
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 11:31 AM UTC
Hope I never let u down
Being a dad is tough
Well, not ..tough but hectic
Never feeling u have enough
But I guess if there's love
As cheesy as it sounds
Food and shelter theres no
Reason to frown
But I can't help questioning
Every decision I make
Now considering my son
B4 every step I take
And living on selfish impulse
And all life's temptations
Has made this new change
So hard to just take in
But I still strive to make em
And better myself cause we
Must better our situation
And the better I am the better hell be
But I can't help but think my peak
Still may not be suffice
If I want to give my son the
Best opportunities in life
So Plz know juju if u ever
Read this one day
That I did my best and even
That isn't enuf u could say
For me but for u
I hope u can say it is
And there is no greater
Love in ur life than that of ur kid
So as I go on, I do my best
And second guess my acts
But unconditional love I do not
Cause I got a lot of that....
Love u juju... So much...
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
"Now be witness again,
paint the mightiest armies of earth,
Of those armies so rapid so wondrous
what saw you to tell us?
What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics,
Of hard-fought engagements or
sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
W. Whitman
*all you scar freaks,
wound dressers par extraordinaire,
you won you lost
your hard fought
distraught
engagement,
the siege goes on
and on
so does those
curious panics
button down those long sleeves,
doctor's note, no phys ed needed,
the brain workin hard enuf,
fuming fking overtime,
rich parents say
take a vaca, go far away,
poor parents say
grow up, get a job,
wish they read Whitman,
wounded dresser,
come cover up my,
Curious Panics,
my scars reopen on their own,
especially those
deepest remain...
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
I canned my anxiety
to get right here right now
slow enuf
to hear words
from the blowing
maelstrom
i make
from so little
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
This poem is
Of me
Something I have birthed
Been blessed to give life to
As surely as I have been blessed
To give other life and
Without this poem
As with
Without the other
I would surely die
I could do
Without you
Before I could do without
This poem
Even if removing you
Would leave me
An amputee
Spiritually speaking…
I have enuf love to cover you both~
You should not make me choose
Between this poem
And you
Tho I do love you so
You will lose
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
This is for the old brotha...
the seasoned brotha... who made it
(you made it baby)
to have pretty much gone everywhere he had to go and
did every thing he had to do
for every body he had to do it for and
now rises each day and shaves and dresses and
dons his hat to gather down to the
barbershop or general store or shade tree or park to
play checkers or chess or bones or spades...
tell tall tales and short lies...
about how and when and with whom it was back then...
but stops
as i walk by and
breathes deeply as if to
enjoy a whiff of womanly me... and tips his hat and
holds the door and smiles a smile that even now
under the ravages of
time and being black in america
is still **** and kinda sweet..
while the others softly co-sign...
"ump, ump UMP!" or
"my, my, my.." or
"Miss Butterworth!"
and makes a well-rounded old girl like me
smile her own kinda sweet smile....
and thats enuf
this age old ritual
is enuf somehow
for now…
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
I spent days, not eatin more
Than a piece a bread
Not that I didn't have a dime
I jus didn't ha tha time
An tho I try so hard
To keep tha cash on tha card
But when I looked again
Aint nothin but a cent
I ride this life
Like a merry go roun
Ya it's up an down
Still the same things
Come back to face me
Like I seen that chick before and yup I seen her
Walk straight out tha door
Leaving me alone in this bed
A hundred ?'s runnin thru
My head
Will I be
Cute enuf
Rich enuf
Solve that glitch enuf...
I get so tired jus **** that stuff
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 7:20 AM UTC
You tease me
I needs to free me
Koz you fear to be thee
Rejected, you don't know me
Distance kept completely
Unsure if I want a chance to show you what could be
I stepped aside
Koz you hurt deeply
Striving to heal
I released thee
Afraid I not enuf
And lose you harder
I chose to run
Too bad when it wasn't fully real
Never fully healed
Because I hid it from myself
Rejection too true to speak
Of course you wouldn't choose me
And I unarmed to watch you love another
That way I know you'd love your lover
I couldn't smell her on your smile
Become less and less significant to your other
And justly so.
I wouldn't watch
I chose to leave
I choose to be free
Won't have the energy to break away whole again
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Its wonderful
it glows in the sunshine
its finer than fine itself
but its true beauty cannot be seen
for its been overshadowed by a willow tree
it brings sadness to me knowing that the lid is all alone by itself
infront of a great big willow tree
but deep down you know you could never move the lid
could never be freinds with the lid
for its beauty is too great and you would fall in love with the lid
you know that your just not good enuf for a lid that good
so you leave the lid all alone not knowing what could of been.
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
I am of slight value
to them
it seems
And
I
Am
Angry
Uselessly
as usual
Oh if lashing out worked
I'd know what to do
Sulking
I've done past remembering
the reason
Cut myself off
put them out
Makes me smartly
alone
That smarts
These smarts hurt
enuf
Hurt enuf
Something must be learned here
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
The truth you tried to hide from me
Had to hear from my heart that cried to me
Neither of us thought I, good enuf
And my heart would not face, your face
To hear as much.
The truth I could not hide from you
Felt like I had lied to me
Not much less you
For far too many a sun rise.
That I could want any less than all of you
What other reason do I need to ask to be with you
Put simply, I crave the smell of you,
Or how painless life is when I'm with you?
And so I pour all that passion, cardimom and care for you and our union
Into the arms of another
Who will inevitably get crushed under the weight of such power and clutter.
To early seen unknown and known too late,
Was meant for no purpose but you.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
someone, not me,
turned the spigot on,
let the poetry run and run...
been awhile, reasons many
breathless at discovering
so many master mistress
poets trumping the
best I ever read,
best I ever gave,
happy pushes me
to give it a rest,
800 plus, fairly spent,
but someone,
probably you,
turned the spigot on,
made my poetry leak,
then seek
to float to the top,
this, trite not tight, missive,
just a remarque,
on the dangerous side of
poetry reading,
it leads you down the street,
where the dealer offers you
multivitamin treats,
**** the writing addiction
just comes back full flushed
shoot. soon enuf
be writing love stuff,
can anyone shut that
spigot off....
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
love
a version of life,
we encounter daily
in the hand holding
couples with locked eyes,
if should one ask, it be the chief
characteristic of this thing called lov,
is its unlimited unlocking nature,
it appears like a horizon,
unlimited, unended, a
line far but close enuf,
it can be touched
even if it’s the
brain confess
close and yet
unreachable
this dichotomy specially prevalent,
everywhere,, an illusion~
delusion, called the
unlimited ubiquitous~
all around us, there for the taking & giving,
a capability installed instilled at birth
to everyone, everywhere, to all,
but like
a key without a hole,
it is always hopeful and
optimistic, a resource
natural spring from
deep within the
earth, always
replenished
it’s an unlimited, ubiquitous thing
should be easy to spot, retrieve and
keep, but the key fits only one
particular lock, and that is so
**** hard to find & fit,
it makes us completely
crazy, non-compliant,
this love thing,
a rarity, and
a major pain
to everyone
*tho in everything,
yet keep on trying
because it is ubiquitous, imagined
to be unlimited, ready ease so imaginable, just over the horizon*
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 9:12 AM UTC
I want to walk alone in peace
I may be alone but happy
I may be weak but still successful
I m scared of gettng more fake ppl
Yes i m..
The reason may be the ppl i hv around me
I can guarantee evryone is the same
But i m not strong enuf to take it anymore
Want to run away
But can't
Want to sit back n sought out the things
But can't
Ppl say there is always a way out
But here it's all closed
If it's all about being fake
Y can't i do it?
May be i can but m scared
U give ur lyf to someone n the person is bzy in his own life
How wonderful it is
u dn't even do a bit for anythng
N u expect a lot
The distance **** n we make it more often wide
But the mistake can never be from one side
It's all how we handle it
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
Goodbye she says...
Shes taken all she can n now shes had enuf...
Life is filled with darkness, hurt, betrayal, falling blood...
And now the time has come for her to close the final curtain... She tried so hard to stay strong but cannot now take the pain... Erasing the memory from her fone... Her life now to be walked alone... Shes tired of fighting, the insults, the sneers... Fed up of being blinded by her tears... No one sees the girl she hides inside... The one whos heart it bleeds n cries... Far too long shes faked a smile... But thats been getting harder for a while... Now the lies she was told by the ones she thought she could trust, have turned her lost n cold her heart crumbled to dust...So she says her last goodbyes... As for the last time she closes her eyes... Will anyone care once shes gone... Her words now silent, her life undone... So now its Goodbye she says goodbye....
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Yes indeed, oddly enuf.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMX)
Let William Caldwell Roscoe's line fr'intents
Sift to the 'fore while sapphire blue skies hail
In warming black's first light, the moon's detail
Upon day's eastern rim, just as he thence
Wrote centries ere, a sliver in suspense:
"The eastern hanging crescent--" in betrayl
Does not climb higher as he'd said, though how pale
Blue heavns 'gin now to lighten in defense.
And she must have been younger, cuz in her
Love he felt resurrection. Ah, but to
Effect ist? I shrink from old men, as twere.
Why maunt a young man cherish me and woo?
The moon is lost as surly racks now stir
Rich pink's blush of chagrin. O what we knew!
13Mar18a
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC