"henderson" poems
she was hot, she was so hot
I didn't want anybody else to have her,
and if I didn't get home on time
she'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that-
I'd go mad. . .
it was foolish I know, childish,
but I was caught in it, I was caught.
I delivered all the mail
and then Henderson put me on the night pickup run
in an old army truck,
the **** thing began to heat halfway through the run
and the night went on
me thinking about my hot Miriam
and jumping in and out of the truck
filling mailsacks
the engine continuing to heat up
the temperature needle was at the top
HOT HOT
like Miriam.
leaped in and out
3 more pickups and into the station
I'd be, my car
waiting to get me to Miriam who sat on my blue couch
with scotch on the rocks
crossing her legs and swinging her ankles
like she did,
2 more stops. . .
the truck stalled at a traffic light, it was hell
kicking it over
again. . .
I had to be home by 8,8 was the deadline for Miriam.
I made the last pickup and the truck stalled at a signal
1/2 block from the station. . .
it wouldn't start, it couldn't start. . .
I locked the doors, pulled the key and ran down to the
station. . .
I threw the keys down. . .signed out. . .
your ********* truck is stalled at the signal,
I shouted,
Pico and Western. . .
. . .I ran down the hall,put the key into the door,
opened it. . .her drinking glass was there, and a note:
sun of a *****
I waited until 5 after ate
you don't love me
you sun of a *****
somebody will love me
I been wateing all day
Miriam
I poured a drink and let the water run into the tub
there were 5,000 bars in town
and I'd make 25 of them
looking for Miriam
her purple teddy bear held the note
as he leaned against a pillow
I gave the bear a drink, myself a drink
and got into the hot
water.
6.3k
— for the American Mustang
Strung up on one leg, bled dry while alive,
unloaded off trailers crammed full
of the crippled and blind —mares
giving birth on three legs, foals trampled
by stallions, and a wave of fear
hovering over tossing manes
like the sea after Moby **** surfaced
for the first time. Last year,
135,000 horses died —
rounded up in hundreds and sent
off to slaughter like feeder goldfish,
three stops from Canada
or Cabo, displaced from plains
once revered for their livelihood.
In 1969, Vonnegut
wrote, “And so it goes…”
In 2061, our children will ask about the wild
horses who used to live in their backyards
as they catch the last fireflies and bottle
them up in jars, flickering and dying
like tired bulbs giving up on electricity —
2015 sees Henderson, Nevada grasses paying tribute
to power-plant-lines and a suburb built
on Tralfamadore fiction: house-mounds
and picket fences caging domesticated dogs,
curb-lined streets and caution signs, billboard
warnings of humanity’s fixation with progression,
combined like coffee with an overabundance
of half-and-half and too much sugar — only 99 cents
at Dunkin down a little ways, and home
to the dreamers who forget the word freedom.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
I know this foreign method
made my throbbing veins its home
'cuz the familiar's not familiar
and I'm not fine
lest I'm messed up on
wine.
And 9/10 of all the times
I've tried to crack a smile
since I lost you have
turned out as half-assed lies.
I wander streets, worn out,
while I wonder where you are
and what you're thinking about while
you drive down Henderson...
I'll try to dry out
from time to time
but fall back into bouts
internal I'm interred in
eternally--and I'll never win them.
I'll. Never. Win them.
Not without...
Sorry...
I meander through months while
you walk through my mind
--and I'm glad if you're happy?--
but you were quite angry
with me that night I took
and torched our collection
of 5 years' shared memories
QUITE ANGRY
with me.
And the things you said were mean
but you meant them.
And you were right
About how wrong I was
how bad I am,
and how I taste
like lemon lies
on the tongue.
You were right.
And I'm drunk.
And sad and sorry and selfish
and stupid and absorbed by a
salted skyline of cold, purple steel
every night.
It *****
You teach kids for a living,
about the age of 9.
Me? I try to dry out
now and then, time to time,
but it's hard.
And you're far.
And I'd still come if I could,
but it's hard
following this heart
when it's buried
at the confluence
of the Red and Assiniboine
Rivers.
Beneath The Forks...
And that heart? Like the ground above it,
it's covered
with ****** commercial architecture
and the clothing of bureaucracy,
but ****
we had fun there.
Didn't we...?
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
***** what the **** was you thinking
You're the main ******* reason for my heavy drinking
Not caring about what you've done to me
Only caring about mother ******* stephanie
With all your bull **** and all your lies
I'm glad we decided to cut our ties
You built a marriage on some bull **** and lies
Going behind my back ******* other guys
On top of all this **** you were ****** in bed
Might as well been ******* someone that was dead
Keep on trying to bring me down to your level
One day everyone will see your a mother ******* devil
You take what you can get and give nothing back
Say **** in front of my kids and talking smack
One day all this **** will come slap you in the face
Leaving nothing behind but ****** *** taste
You're a poor terribile excuse for a human being
Don't care about nothing but your next ******* fling
Do you see what you're doing to our kids you ****
With your smile on your face, we all know it's a front
Your ******* our kids with your evil way
That's a price they shouldn't ******* pay
You stupid little ***** why can't you see
If your trying to hurt someone it sure aint me
Oh that's right, my last verse said it
You're so **** stupid and so **** pathetic
You tried to be friends but i'll have to pass
Intead you can kiss my pearly white ***
**** the whole ******* world and ***** **** you
I refuse to let a ***** treat me the way you do
Take all your bull **** and all your drama
And force feed that **** to your mother ******* mama
I'll end this **** with my last ******* verse
You aint a woman your a mother ******* curse
BY: RANDY HENDERSON
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
Space and the bright galaxy has always been my escape.
I’m not my own creator,
And the untamed monster
I make,
To be believable and harsh.
So kind hearted and fine art,
Renewable human cycle, my role model use to be Michael,
The way he moved,
Swift and light, is the exact same way I would move
In the bright space and galaxy;
Light and smooth
Marijuana and Corinthians;
My problems I soothe.
Last night I hugged and kissed the moon. It smoked my marijuana and
nodded
Its head with my groove.
You’ll think I’m delusional with a few loose screws,
But I feel perfectly normal,
For this on spare times is all I
Do.
#Lord Knows
-Marci Henderson
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
*Caught between two worlds
It becomes harder to find your people.
the many nights are never spent
In ways worth all the while*
still trapped within a life of glass and in a fragile world
The death of these pretty distractions is how my truth's unfurled.
The relinquishment of crude enticement
May halt this broken life
As I watch the moon and stars and rain
And try wielding virtues knife.
May I know you, true life, someday,
& may my memories mindful; stay
In Brightest futures my hopes now lay,
As Henderson Avenue guides me away.
confuse my judgement sometimes I still do
too often reciting the prayer's haiku
*And so the initial ideal world
That's leading onward out of range
Is where I direct myself now to
And Hope I truly make it*
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
I wear your winter coat
The one you love to wear
So I keep feeling close
To us beyond compare
The moment we can have
You catch me in your eyes
That beauty on my pillow
That holds me in the night
And I will find my strength to untape my mouth
When I used to be afraid of the words
But with you I've learned just to let it out
Now my heart is ready to burst
'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love
And I wanna be your everything and more
And I know every day you say it
But I just want you to be sure
That I'm yours
And if I've been feeling heavy
You take me from the dark
Your arms they keep me steady
So nothing could fall apart
And I will find my strength to untape my mouth
When I used to be afraid of the words
But with you I've learned just to let it out
Now my heart is ready to burst
'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love
And I wanna be your everything and more
And I know every day you say it
But I just want you to be sure
That I'm yours
That I'm yours
Songwriters: Ella Henderson / Josh Record
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Henderson's had plaid failure citzens
Bust cow pie chart retina
Moldy bluejay penitentiary
May may may
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
To someone you will always be
the best friend in the world
To someone you will always be
the brightest person they know
To someone you will always be
...The first person they want to call
To someone you will always be
the right person for the job
and to someone you will always be
the most beautiful girl in the room
©Rachel-erika Henderson 2010
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
to the grocer i run
to find the best sandwich buns
and the finest wine to see
on the budget that i heed
no time to matter on the childs nose
she'll wipe it her own
"we must run now it's time to leave
throw that purple dress on i just sleeved"
to the barbershop i take little john
so much like his father i admire
his cute little cheeks perked up in a smile
makes me fall in love all over again with his father
two babes on my hips as i stole the wiles
one ham, two loaves, a bag of potatoes
yogurt, milk and five tomatoes
and two candles for mom and dads own table
coming close to five o'clock
i put on the crock ***
put the stove on for this monday night dinner
the side soup on just a simmer
coming close to six
I give my husband a quick fix
of beer and wine for me as we sit
"What a day" he whispers, looking at me
"What a day.." i said, looking back at him.
"..henderson said Johnny had hair just like yours
when he used to cut it. and pat gave
the girls two pink bows in line when we were at the grocer
But the girls next door, as we were washing potatoes
said they have never seen a girl so happy
and I asked why? (you know I'm so gossipy)
They said, 'Why Sophie, your love shows right on your face'"
I could hardly look my husband in the eye
"you've got one hell of a place"
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Do you remember
The water lilies
On Henderson's pond?
Were there lilies there,
I cannot recall?
Sure, you remember,
We came with the boys
To fish and gaze. Boys?
What boys were they?
My mind's just a haze.
Our boys, young Jacob
And John, remember
Them? John and Jacob?
We had two sons? Sure,
We did, way back then,
Years before. Where are
They now? Are they here
About? No, don't you
Remember? They died
In the War. You cried
For days and for years.
Poor dears; don't recall
Them, my mind's a haze.
You must remember,
How can you forget?
Who are you, then, dear?
Have we ever met?
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Farewell my lovely,
Henderson had said,
Pushing his hat to
The back of his head,
Breaking a smile a
Mile wide, giving Jess
A touching lips kiss,
A small salute, thinking
Of war, the shedding
Of blood, a medal
Or two, all in one
Piece, if he got through,
Which he didn't, caught
His dying end in
42 and his
Drawled words lingered in
The air wherever
She went, on the porch
Sitting and looking
Out at the sky or
In bed gazing at
His photo on
The side, wishing he
Had lived long and loved,
Not fought fierce and died.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
Today is your birthday,
And I should be happy,
But my grief from your lost
Is causing me despondency.
Our memories flash in my head constantly,
And honestly,
I still wish you was here so I can be
Daddy’s little
Girl
To.
Maybe that’ll take away my
Fears
Of guns and bullet wounds.
The blood that splatters and fumes,
And nothing that I can do to stop
My mind that assumes
The president will continue to let
This resume in the sake
Of living I wish I had you to groom
My life when needed.
I see little girls hugged in their daddies arms,
And all I can do is close my eyes
While my insides are screaming.
I wish this despair would go away.
Lord is this a wakeup call
For the sins I have to pay?
The grief that takes over my
Life,
And the non-existence of allay,
But you know everything happens for
A reason,
Even though sometimes in my heart
I feel treason of betrayal and
Cool season.
Daddy my time with you
Was very
S
H
O
R
T.
I’ve became anti-social,
And built my own private
Fort.
Lord I have no resorts, and I’m down to my last.
Lord what am I supposed to do when,
School, friends, family, and life
Kicking me in the a$$?
Daddy you’re rested up and gone,
I just pray you left me a spot
Next to you when I get
Home.
I pray when I start feeling like this
That you’ll never leave me
Alone.
Daddy I will try and make
My success seen for your sake,
And finish what you didn’t.
So upon your decease,
Daddy may you rest in peace.
~October 27,2001- November 16,1974~
Love, Your Daughter
Marci Henderson.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Henderson Blue with a voice to sing
It was his pitch in being the thing
He is not well known
But has talent and it shall be shown
But there is more to Henderson Blue
He knows how to act
Being able to project Henderson Blue doesn’t lack
It’s his words that transcend into an enterprise
But it is his dramatics that surprise
Henderson Blue makes the audience feel that they are wise
When Henderson Blue hits a note
You automatically know that he is no joke
Henderson sings because he wants to inspire
He states, “He wants individuals to have a desire”
Henderson’s parents were his role model
He stands on dignity and pride
A gift to sing
The elegance and harmony being a bling
Henderson sings in the glory of the optive
Continue to sing with the performance to give
Henderson Blue, you are you own marquee
It won’t be long for the world to see
Into our hearts as we.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
The rich kids line up
to receive capitalist communion;
The poor kids line up
strangled by their holy binding—
Henderson, 2018
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
No comic or school books
What im about to say
Its why we are here.....
Somewhere along the way
They erased us
My geniology
Is fake they erased me
They lie in school
An lie on reality
Im king blood heir
That means by blood the land is mine
If the earth gave me
What blacks indiands an many slaves
Were offered
I wouldnt take anything less
Besides the greatest generation
All of humanity ends at Z G
Look it up homie
Everyone sinned an goes to hell
Now that every man is involved
We evolve
Rise up
And become Gods
Yes Gods on Earth
Yes faster then light speed
Yes the bible creates an new light
Allah creates a new command
All religion nature
Nationality
Heritage
Its all *******
Media lies
Ask why isnt there a movie about Zack
Zack is heir
This biblical
Everyone lie to themselves
Weaker an weaker day by day
Everyone doesnt die *****
Just most you
But
Not me
No you lied
I wrote it down
George washington would be proud
He would say Zack
Im sorry we failed
1 movie
**** ancestry.com
I post the heirs why im not on tv
Every war traces back to me
It goes past alexander the great
Ask alexander jonahthan crow
He the last recipt online
Its a land document
Search new hampshire
Henderson home
Youll see ruth
The last an 1st cherokee woman chief
Thats when they started
After all this ********
I wont be suprised
If they found a man millions old
Had live top secret blood
An clone an create me
I have the ancestry
I also have the visions
Thr provisions
The inventions
Youre too poor an earths too tiny
A man like me just needs
To keep dying
Waking again
And again
This has to end let me live
All it takes is a day
A speech from the president
On how 120 years before birth
I was framed
Claimed
Slaved
I die knowing im not wrong
This needs to be on the news
All school books lie
Just ask Zack
Poet of our generation
Artist of our life
Ruler of our future intentions
And fortunes losses
My claims
I pray
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 6:40 PM UTC
When I look into the mirror
I imagine the size I want to be
As I look closer, all I see is me,
Losing my weight,
Loving myself more
It’s always on my mind
As I
Daily I struggle with my weight,
work harder to lose my weight
Still I give it all I got
All I see is me,
Losing my weight
Loving myself more
Staying consistent, humble, and meek
It’s a daily task changing the way I think and eat
All I see is me,
Losing my weight,
Loving myself more.
The days go by, the craving aren’t as bad
The more I lose my weight,
I don’t feel as sad
All I see is me,
Loving myself more
I’m comfortable with my size
And exercising is starting to come easy now
It’s not just what you eat,
It’s how you eat
As I’m losing my weight
Loving myself more
Truly I feel better about myself
Losing weight is more than the reduction of size,
It’s the way you live
And learning to put your pride aside
Written by Rufus Calvin Henderson
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC