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Marci Ace Apr 2015
One day my grandma asked me,
Am I happy?
I didn’t quite understand
So I said ‘what happy at home’?
She responded and said
‘No happy with life’?
I stopped to think,
Lied and said ‘yeah’
But deep down inside
I was walking in hell bare.
Gripping on my blunt,
While the loud music blare.
Hell no I’m not happy!,
Hell no I’m not fine!,
Hell no I can’t sit down,
And have a good time.
It’s hard to trust.
Love will get you killed
So watch yourself that’s a must.
Struggling thru my hard times.
Wondering if my mama still love me.
Will God forgive me for all the dirt I did?
All the sins I sinned?
Would he still love a broken heart,
That wont mend?
Breathe smelling like gin.
Heart tighter than skin.
Will he still love me?
I was born innocent and precious,
But now I’m about to cut my verses,
Here’s the message.
I’m reppin’ and spittin’,
Snitches looking and tellin’,
Snakes movin’ in lesson,
But see I don’t know who’s real,
And who’s not.
My life tangled in a knot.
I’m about to put a red laser dot,
Sticking to your forehead like a blot.
Stand still while your ******* head
Get shot.
Gma I want to sleep on a Marriott!
I dreamed of having a chariot.
But now I’m making money out the
Sticky ***.
Gunned down with a 50 shot.
Life coming to you,
Don’t get popped.
Stop pretending to be
Something your not.
Your skin huggin’ your bones.
You out reppin’ and spittin’,
But where’s your home?
Mama I’m sorry for
Causing so much pain.
So much pain became a
Memory lane.
I dream of ridin’ gettin’ high,
In my own private plane,
But it’s a **** shame,
I’ve been set by squares,
And a bunch of lames.
Real ****** lose to win,
But **** ****** lose the game.
I’m looking at the world thru my review,
With low eyes, and blind eyes.
Blind eyes,
Its show time,
Showtime It’s my time.
Cause Gma I’m not happy.
I’m not happy!
I’m not happy!
I want to go to the gun range,
And shoot off the oozi,
**** a ***** in a Jacuzzi,
Sit back and watch him do me.
Then cut his *** off like a butcher.
I’m trying to chase my dreams,
Before they leave.
Lord forgive me for I am guilty of
Greed.
I want to be rich.
I’m tryin’ make it out the
Gutta but life such a *****.
I thought my home girl was down,
But come to find out she was a snitch.
I got better so I won’t leave her in the ditch.
It seems like my life,
Changes a little bit by the day.
Obama trying to take a stand,
And have something to say,
But **** them!
I’m going to do it my way.
There’s kids crying,
And people weeping.
Preachers preaching,
And mama still teaching.
It seems like the devil having
A field day,
But ******* satan,
Yo *** going in the grave.
I got to stand up,
And make it happened.
I’m going to be somebody,
Just save the clapping.
Gma I love you,
And to answer your question-
No I’m not happy.



Marci H.
Jack L Martin Sep 2018
Independent Grammy
Ameripolitan Billboard
CMA Triple Play
Indigenous K-Love Fan

Austin YouTube
Loudwire MTV Video
GMA Dove iHeartRadio
Canadian Country
Stellar BBC Music Magazine

Americana Blues
Tennessee Songwriters Association
Soribada Best K-Music
Texas Country

APRA Western Heritage
Texas Sounds
Academy of Country Music
Wine Country

Carolina Teen Choice
Pulitzer Prize
Latin American Unsigned
Alternative Press

International Western
People's Choice
American Tejano
ASCAP Country Soul Train

Soribada Best K-Music
Texas Country
American Songwriting
Branson Terry

Nashville Industry
International Bluegrass
Source: https://camphouseconcerts.com/2017/09/25/list-of-2018-music-award-shows/
capybara Dec 2017
gma
i was given her name
to share in the tradition
of generations of strong-minded women
long before my arrival
Genevieve Apr 2017
He lived a long life of 95 years
telling me stories had been music to my ears,
Life experiences of plenty he was never without a story for me.

Life without parents at such a young age
became a truly honorable man in times of pain he raised his sister
as brother/father figure to a degree of course he always protected Junie,
Never letting it destroy who he is or
his name he held his head up proudly!
A Handsome like a stud for back in those times,
He is a stealth lady killer for sure and Grandma won his heart and owned it and still does from heaven above which my friends is where you find Real Love.
     Married for over 50 years they celebrated year after year
still making each other hearts warm and full.

He is the Best Man I knoW
I watched him and listened as I wanted to taste his wisdom,
         And I had longed deeply to know more of who he is and what he lived! Because that is where my dad whom was my grandpa but father to me.

Robert C. Brown
a Navy Seal and War Vet as well
Flying Aircraft and maybe even one or two kills.

He is an amazing man who deserves to be acknowledged
if you know what I mean because not only was he honorable
he was the best Dill Pickle maker anyone has taste or seen!

Always did want him to go big and sell in the markets but Dad
is a humble man who did it for the fun and love of his family and Friends!
For us it was a treat and we all looked forward to eat,
That certain time of year was Ever so Sweet!
Waking up from a sleepover at Grandma and Grandpas house ~

Exciting for sure knowing we will awaken to dads famous so light & fluffy
Scrambled eggs~buttered toast~Jam with french as well !
Choices of hot syrup served and more than that too!!
Yes Waking up at our Grandparents in the mornings were a time for chatter and
being playful with Gma and Gpa at the breakfast table and us taking it all in that special gentle kindness they always did extend.

So Tall and stellar
truly like the old diner/navy cut style,
this man was quite Incredible that people may stop and stare
but Gpa waves his hands and says " Oh Phewy!" blushing a bit.
Survived Throat Cancer thrice ah yes"

he is a fighter won many times but his voice was got light and raspy a smidge louder
than a whisper which would frustrate him with gatherings on holiday times,
So I sat close near listening with an avid ear ; Taking minutes to look into his piercing blue eyes to see that smile time after time again.

Trying to absorb yet another smell of him a hug to feel his sweetness
Love a kiss to tell him how great he is ;
To feel the scruff of his growing back in beard against my cheek
Reminding him of how much I value him & his presence his love.

Always make sure to say Hello if you walk in the door don't waste a single moment!
Since everyone did know not to ignore him or you'd get a pop in the nose!!

Well he would chuckle and grin with sweet humor across his face
that is when Dad was the cutest in all times,

A joke to tell and a smile to give that is how dad chose to live!
Grandpa~Dad
whom I Adore
you will be missed
forever until my days end,

I will never forget you dad, My best friend.
Such an Honorable intelligent man watching you
helped me to pick out a Great man too as a husband.

I became extra picky because of seeing you and hearing you speak
watching you be the man you only knew to be and Jesus in your heart!

This too is amazing I say so what I want you to know is I love you still each and every single passing day,month and years until there is no more so thank you for being
who
You
Are
A Grandpa,Father,Friend
thanks for leading me til the end. Lvuxoxome
My Grandpa died a couple years few years ago and I mourn as if it were yesterday I am also having lots of stress in life right now but it makes for great poems at least,
So I wrote this so people can hear about the Best Man to be. Everyone misses out without having knowing him or met but much richer he makes your life by he has a way of getting you to appreciate what you have and the time here with each other
I also have witnessed death a couple times so I am hyper sensitive to valuing our time. Don't sit around forever and a day get up be lively and help others out
even if it seems small even a tiny thing to us may be huge to another. Kindness was his gift and being humbled always Grandpa just purely loved people and I learned from him so now I share this with all of you. thnx
everly Apr 2020
me and ‘buela finished
predicando
and we sat at the dining table
near the china
soaking up the silence
she made me use a coaster
for my apple juice carton
looked across the table as she
struggled to slurp her
ice cream of a McFlurry
while i desired to know more of her
what life was like as a
single mother
she’d snort and call me ‘estupida’
if i asked
in her bags i see
loud discontentment
a friend i’m not a stranger of
i hope to one day learn her story
before i read it on a
memorial program
NDHK Dec 2014
Today is the birth day of a woman...
Who continued on her journey.
It's been 8 years since she's gone.

But I can still remember the sound of her laugh
And the smell of her hugs.
I live with her in my daughters' name
And see her hands in my own.

I hope she's proud of who she always knew I could be...
I wish i could tell her in person thank you...
For being a part of me.

I love you Gma and happy birthday.....

*©NDHK
Oh God to You I strongly implore
To strengthen the throne of our governor
And in his domain to accept me once more

For when I have left from his secure
On my quest for a greener pasture
I had carelessly bitten their enemy’s lure

Oh God to You I sincerely pray
To raise up ABS-CBN like GMA
And their big pipz to me shall never play

For I accused them of being unfair
By having with a party a something affair
I hope to that matter they’ll put no more care

Oh God to You I truthfully entreat
To set Liberal Party where no one can beat
And that from me they’ll never retreat

For when I tried to abandon them
And acted as a rebel with mayhem
I’ve proven I can‘t live without their tandem

Oh God to You I firmly beseech
To make PNoy’s regime remarkably rich
And the Straight Path no one shall breach

For when I campaigned against him not to be our king
It was all propaganda, personal there’s nothing
I was just in my career a newly hatched birdling.

-11/02/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Twilight Poems Collection
My Poem No. 192
Mateuš Conrad May 2020
what's not a probably: Carslberg is the probably
of beers... budweiser is a something of
      könig, of biere... but... hardly:
fermenting rice... mongrel-upkeep with the
wheat, the bait: of barley... let us forget the hops...
the 'ops... zutaten:
           wasser - weizemalz... gerstemalz... hefe...
     hopfenextrakt... even if the irish have:
and weave their stout: pint of... mcguinness...
the irish can cabbie on home...
                                    franziskaner weissbier...
   even within the confines of the latin script...
exceptions have to be made... notably...
the germanic Z... and most notably the ß:
and... should -ss be ushered in...
                           {weißbier} contra the irish stout...
schwarzbier... zzz: no snoozing...
    harpsicord: somewhere? anywhere? now?!
central european: "c"...
no... not a cedilla and a greek ς-gma...
     ч: chess... riddle me!
                 чeß чeß чeß чeß чeß чeß чeß...
do the germans even use a snooZe?
it's still in cyrillic... цeit: nach sein...
                 franцiskaner weißbier...
whole lot of "confusion":
    the germans do not, really...
exactly have a "z":   цu: zo'oh... цentral:
              the "conversation" is still
concerning: beer... like the english...
well... c is sometimes a k...
but... the c is also sometimes a konçerning...
to no avail:
          a чeap phraße - it's not a greek
sigma or a cedilla disguising itself as one...
sharp german: s und z...
point being... to discourage:
                 z from "c" and цeit... sharp wit...
                      franцiskaner weißbier?
the only beer in the world... well: the weißbier -
                                                      anno. 1363...
and the irish stout: schwarцbier...
- the german caron š: sch-
and the east german: ich... which is...
i-sch... well... a mix-up...
sch- is a mingling mongrel of:
                     š + ś - which ranges as far north
                        of: scandinavia might allow...        
so much for me solving crosswords...
no wonder... little wonder: more, perhaps...
as to why i hardly: feign... or bother... myself...
that two languages: are entrenched...
   and a third and a fourth comes along...
a fifth... crossword puzzles are for
mono-lingual folk... no disrespected...
but by the time it would take me to learn
the joy of crosswords...
i would have to pass through an iron
maiden of hardship... in unlearning a language
i call my own: learned: acquired:
"stolen"... nothing organic about it...
             nothing: native...
       it's better that way...
         little wonder then: concerning
the topic of loan words...

here's one:
      that angry dog tag-line...
better in greek:
      
                  αρσoνιστ!
                         μεινε μακρια...

the beast is always: apparently "tamed"...
because ol' lizzie spoke to me...
and ol' charlie too...
but the average englishman / woman
has no... *******... concept...
of private property...

white smoke... rising... from burning...
pure organic material...
since... the recycling centers are somewhat
congested / closed...
asthma is a problem: "problem"
for a person... smiling trigger happy...
no token 'ere...
    and because it's: back to your cages!
because: katherine! and a karen!
sayz so!
struck with blind caress of obedience
                                    for the "civic duties"...
perhaps i'm drunk... perhaps i'm not...
beside the point...
   i'm fuming like a chimney...
we used to play nice...
     we played nice... giggles and
warlords...
have us a tame 'ere ****** on a noose...
have us 'ere... n'ah... i'll wake up early
tomorrow morn and fish out a...
complete and utter: ******!
yes, we have been indoors a while now





it has happened before, do you remember

that year the snow came & i had to have a

taxi to get there





how all the guttering & aerials went with

the weight of it

suspension springs snapped





then after everything was repaired





some words we google then change

the letters about to confirm with

that which is deemed correct



granny had special knives too, fish

and butter and some others. on a

rainy day she would let us play with them



i still enjoy cutlery



i am not called that, mine is more

the usual without the d, however

now he texts me i am abbreviated

into gma



which is cool



i am enjoying being in so much

yesterday i was already and coated

then saw the snow warnings on the

pass



so made coffee and ate malt loaf



the only  other issue being some virus

out there



another reason, should i say excuse

for staying home

with my google assistant

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