"expos" poems
I hate the beach
I'm eighty six and I hate the beach
Hate the sand, not a fan of the surf
Face it, I hate the beach
Last time I went there
I had just turned 18 years old
June sixth, Nineteen Hundred Forty Four
God, I hate the beach
I was in the 5th Regiment
Régiment de Maisonneuve
and I've never been to a beach since
I'm from Verdun, Quebec, Canada
Not many beaches around there
Thank the lord for that I say
We'd been training for six months
Operation Overlord it was called
We were coming in on troop carriers
It was to be a beach head landing
I'd never seen a beach before
At least not for real
Never want to see another
We arrived early June 6, 1944
I think I said that already
You must forgive me,
I'm 86 years old and I hate the beach
fourteen thousand Canadian Troops
Bursting out of armoured troop ships
Like, the young, virile, brahma bulls we were
Coming in, all I could hear was the waves
I was in front, well...close to the front
I remember, there were no birds
who ever heard of that?
A beach with no birds
At least not at this beach
I could smell the salt in the air
And I knew I could hear the surf
And my heart, I could **** well hear that
But, no birds, I couldn't hear the birds
Gunfire, nope...cannons and mortars
But birds and guns, not a sound
Weird huh?
I remember running forward
Always forward, past blocks
Wood barricades and barbed wire
And bodies, lots of bodies
I knew that I knew some of them
I just didn't have time to stop
And say goodbye,
I just ran
Emptied my weapon at least once
I only know this, because it was empty
when I hit the beach
God, I hate the beach
You know in the movies
or in those flowery books
where they talk about someone being shot
and how "there was a bloom or
they're chest flowered red where they were hit"
I never saw that, never looked back
Just ran forward, saw the "bloom" in their backs
Don't like red, or flowers or the beach
I don't remember much after that
Could still hear my heart
That's a good thing, I guess
I got tore up good with the wire
but I never got shot
Never, "bloomed" for anyone
A few of my buddies were lost
I toast them every year
Never at the beach though
I hate the beach
Wife and kids used to go
I never did, never will
I remember the 50th anniversary though
Wife and kids went back
Not me,
Went into Montreal to see a ball game
Montreal Expos 10, Houston Astros 5
I remember Will Cordero hitting a homer
It was the sixth inning, I toasted the hit
I thought about that day 50 years before
And went back to watching the game
I hate the beach
My name is Gilles Roquefort
I'm eight six years old
And I can still feel the sand and taste the salt
On a bad day.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
Expos me
Show me
Look at what is
I stand
I sit
I smile
I look
I see
I love
I learn
The focus was always on your eyes!
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
amongst us
we got big egos
from artist to CEOs
celebrities to the tv shows
which goes to show
we headed face first to the floor
integrity is a thing of the past
too many folks stuck with a mindset of cash
riding Satan's ****
and exposing there ***
say they making it
but you faking it no ****
ain't got me bent
why would I wanna live rich
youstillbe a *****
to the masters
that gave you desire and fame
would you lose your name
for temporarygains ?
only to die with nothing
be a glutton
to deaths hunger
I wonder my mind ponders
pass the celestrials
in the sky I ask why?
the Lord put on this Earth for demons mirth
so much pain I'm pass the hurt
never flirt with darkness
cuz you'll marked
yeah trapped inside of hell
shackles over ya brain
and you wonder why these rich fools go insane
too much **********
going on different lyrics tuned
but its the same song
look at the phases they go through
open yo soul and you can see through and into
there deceptions sharpen your perception
cuz they collecting
data every time you voice an opinion
about dominions over minions
reject indoctrination of religions
too many egos to many expos
to show **** that I'd rather be a lost soul
in the land of this chaotic life
linked up with wisdom made her my wife
that just goes to show
to many folks lusting after materials
**** the bald American eagle
and stop chasin egos
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
BoldWisdom outweighs the prices of gold
I'm tired of the same stories that told
About Jesus they say he can reach us
But I don't dig it cuz he left us
I see nothing but slaughter
And ****** out sons and daughters
Got homos making promos and expos
Then get mad if they *** you expose
**** is sick and twisted
Fools don't ever think realistic
So get off my biscuit
Truth hurts the soul
subconscoius
Mind out of control
Soon to fold while I got the world whole
On my shoulders problems growing big then boulders
Hot as folgers not in yo cup
Listen to the sound of my guns acting up
Cuz they outta line like behavior
We the poor folks in need of a savior
Resurrected poetry from the past century
Exposing lies gets you a penitentiary
Check the irony
The same folks they loved you
Put you behind bars glanced the stars
In the late night
three in morning demons taking flight
Untraceable knowledge
To be obtained
And everybody to focused on the legalization of Mary Jane
Forget that fool stop being a white sheep
Learned to be a Sheperd and guide the herd bond is the word
So use carefully mastered the art of chemistry
Never Chase the money
Because it's a reflection of self
Loosing your self up in wealth
Only to die with nothing to show
But family friends n foes
As ya casket lowered six feet belowBold
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
I be a lyrical icon like big pun or biggie beggin' for one
More chance none could dance with me once the mic touches my hand
Causing sweat through ya glands rocking the stands
I'm hotter than desert sands burning at four ends
North to East West to South hataz watch ya mouth
Or catch my desert ease make you stand at ease as death slowly devours ya like a disease
Please don't take our hits lightly my latin lady
Stay with a 380 in a nine duece Mercedes
Diesel cruisin' like Smokey makin' miracles
Through the oracle leeched my tentacles
To the rap game **** shame they thought they could hang
With the Don Prince to King Solomon
And my real sun is Solomon My word is bond
Test me in youll be floatin' up the pond
Body bloated and corrode soon to explode
I'm makin' expos connect on ya mind like diodes
Hallucinate your cells like bufotenine I'm bought to climb
To the top with no ladder while others in a stagger
Gotta stay facin' the front so I can watch for them back stabbers
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC