"hoochie" poems
[Chorus:]
I make ******* insecure
Ah, I make ******* insecure
I make bitches's insecure
It not my fault that I rock you ****** world [x2]
[Verse 1]
Hold up let me catch my breath
Why you hoes jockin on me here gettin bread
Pockets stay fat like I just won the menu
Couldn't catch it open if I had no [?] click
He neva met a ***** like me
And he knew he couldn't have me
So he told his ***** to get like me
Miss pinky I'm rockin ****** world
Call me bird cause I can **** on any nighaa and his girl
Yea I'm cocky and ***** I got a reason
Name one chick set trends all season
Stay on my grind, cause you know yo girl the ****
And I'm not like cream, but I can get yo nigha wet
Everywhere I go I'm the center of attention,
****** tryna show off and get my attention
Did I mention
They call me miss distraction,
Cause I can split a ***** from his ***** like a fraction
[Chorus]
[verse 2]
Throw me my mic, no need for an intro
Falen don't act like you don't know
I mess it up stay jerkin, everyone must stare
My steeze so hot it can straighten your hair
Comin through like a raven,
My jerkin videos, stay on dudes pages
I'm that bomb nigha I'm nuclear
Don't call me
I'm like solar we stand out yea
***** we bright, skinny jeans
Yea ***** we tight yup yup that's right
So complex have the crowd restless
While I'm yellin out we the baddest (we the baddest)
No love honey
Slap ****** and take they money
I'm money hungry
**** so lovely
Flirt so EFF, ingggg DOPE .! !
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
***** *** ******* wanna talk ****
Cause I'm that *****
And don't call me a bad *****
Call me a average *****
I'm badder
I more than
You hoes be lacking
It's like I'm the teacher when I be rappin
My flow so sick, when I'm done they start clappin
I put a bullet through your chest
***** they up on me tryna **** with it
Tryna get up in my ******* like I'm some kinda hoochie
Don't **** a ***** ***** cause they all boogie boogie
Yea and I'm 2 fly To **** with you
No I'm 3 fly everbody know me know
Yea an I'm so fly they be on me, on me.
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Money money money
Thats all I wrote
I stay on top
Your the water I'm the boat
Alway a **** and never a ***
I stay with mo plus ****** plus dough
Young in the game but I ain't a little girl
It jus take ten nigaas to rock my world
Rock rock my world, yea rock my world
So, I want you you you plus you
Plus the boy back there lookin cute in the blue
(You kinda cute)
People hate me cause they can't do what I do
Mean muggin I laugh at you
I took you man then stole yo boo
Blah blah it's true
Heart so cold like a freakin igloo
Got all these nighas like boo hoo
And on these tracks I go cookoo
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
I believe in a universe where a sleepy eye opens existence...
a slowly drooping eyelid ushers it away.
I believe in a universe where Indra and the other Gods
churn the cosmic milk...
where Shiva does the eternal dance.
I believe in a universe where light is separate from darkness
and mankind is molded from a ball of divine ****
a breath, Be and it is.
I believe in a universe where Gaia watches as Cronus
devours her children until she gives him a stone...
and hides Zeus away.
I believe in a universe that expands
from a singularity of infinitely dense potentiality
less than a speck,
to our cosmos immeasurable in scale.
I believe in a universe where Lao Tuz hands a guard
a little book of wisdom
before disappearing into the mountains
where the sages go.
I believe in a universe where Siddhartha contemplates emptiness
and feels the winds of eternity
whistling through his soul.
I believe in a universe where E=Mc2.
I believe in a universe where an old man lights the first holy fire
and describes the war between light and goodness
vs darkness and evil.
I believe in a universe where the earth and moon,
and all the planets go round the sun...
in a galaxy carrying us
dancing a waltz
we can only catch glimpses of.
I believe in a universe where "Know Thyself"
is revered as a deep truth.
I believe in a universe where
an unexamined life is not worth living.
I believe in a universe where the words of a carpenter
are a true path.
I believe in a universe where an illiterate man is commanded
Read!... a burning coal upon the lips.
I believe in a universe where every God and Goddess
exist, each in their own heaven...
each in their own hell.
I believe in a universe where there are no gods or goddesses
only the relentless laws of matter, energy and gravity.
I believe in a universe where everything is mathematics.
I believe in a universe where everything is holy
I believe in a universe where everything in profane.
I believe in a universe where everything is a simulation.
I believe in a universe where everything is ****** in nature.
I believe in a universe where everything is stimulation.
I believe in a universe where the hoochie *******
is what its all about.
I believe in the universe.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
She's real smoochy
She's my hoochie *******
She's my sweet little Koala Bear.
She's so cute
And she's a total hoot
Keeps me smiling throughout the day.
Nice and cuddly
She's bubbly wubbly
Soothes all my troubles away.
She's kinda kooky
She's my nooky wooky
My little Koo Koo Koala Bear.
She climbs my tree
And she talks to me
Ever so softly.
She holds me tight
Through the darkest night
Quietens me when I'm afraid.
Don't you ever leave me, will ya
My lovely little sweet
My sweet little lovely, Koala Bear.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
Real Diva=A petulant Proven Mega Talent
Watered down Diva=A rude Hoochie.
Real Diva= A self Centered Proven Star.
Fake Diva=A Schmendrick. Cant punch out of a wet paper bag.
Old-school (Real Diva)=A Socialite.Proven ,Heavy hitter,Show stopper.
Skin Diva=T & A Poser.Head Rattles when she Shakes her Diva.
Iron Clad Diva=Cant miss,sold out two years in advance.
Bone Retrieva Diva= Cant spell CAT if You spot her the C and The A.
The list goes on.........
Nawmean ?
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
hoochie ******* man, Bruh Rabbit
a trickster be def....
takes a dif form on dif days
on the 7th day of the 7th month with 700 dolla's
don't ever mess around
taking the form of Pops he stole the fire
from Prometheous, who
stole it too
a coyote
Raven
like Jacob from the Bible,
Questions of is he messenger or Messiah
teaching wisdom or teasing
stories
'bout mojo black cat bones
or hoochie ******* mamas
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Swiping itches
Sticky fingers
Yields those smells we love
To touch it, thrills
You mean business
Steady shucking,
Harvests tingles starting from these toes
**** junk, to the nostrils
Smells like rock ‘n roll
Fuzzy nothings
Sweeping softness
Inside wet with joy
Excited aces, jack of clovers
Licks the spades in throes
Something wilder
Up above us
Shivers chilled with awe
Insight betwixt our interstices
This mouth cleaving chills below
Always ready
Never settling
Redolent God-like muse
This music is something
To be messed with
Together we watch our show
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC
Put Another Nickel In
If you want to see me more
you will have to pay my friend
life isn't free and I know that is a shame
I'll try to entertain your mind
but this process takes up my precious time
sorry pardner but I'm not the one to blame
I'll sing and dance the hoochie coo
tell stories that will blow your mind
and maybe share with you my tasty gin
but if you want the show to start
you won't need to touch my heart
you just need to put another nickel in
Gomer LePoet...
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads
And fell down on his knees
The wolf was howlin' at midnight
McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters
Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos
Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House
And Blind Lemon Jefferson too
Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes
Always travelling hard and hard driven
Playing hard and hard living
These men who became legends
Who touched the deepest part of souls
With their elemental music
And they still do
By Phil Roberts
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
Part I
They say death comes in threes
I say pain is apart of reality
Looking at my homies
On the block guzzin' forties
And toting a glocks
On the look out for flaks and punk *** cop
****** ain't no stranger
Nothing but danger
Where I'm from deep in the slums
Ya find killers to drug dealers
Hoes and hoochie quick to give up the *******
They try to throw something to eat
But I don't bite I just watch and write
About the real.shit I see and feel
Keep my pistol concealed
So when my enemies lurkin' me
The last thing they gone see
Is a nice chromed nine shined
Blind Cuz I catch em off guard
Turned there vehicles into an open casket yea I'm drastic
I hate to see my own in plastic
But I gotta do what I gotta do
Its the life of a **** brotha
My heart has no fill so i feel no pain
Razor in my teeth herringbone as a neck chains
Made of gold times is growing old
Friends turn to foes
Looking for me but can't find me
Even though I'm right in front of me
Once im.in the dark I gather my best thoughts searchin for peace
In many ways
Hopin' for better dayz
Part II
And to all.my homies doing time
Hold ya head high to the sky
Cuz we know half of ya serving is a lie
Hard to support family
When ya sittin' in the penitentiary
society is a flim flam
Got **** how many brothers they gone lock up ?
The ***** *** system been corrupt no abrupt
After brothers the color of me
But if I **** another like me
I get praises silently from white society
And they won't care
If ya poor and on ya last dime
And do a crime
Not for the love of it
But to support his broken family
But media labels ya a culprit
Dangerous and the biggest threats
Are our cops letting the drugs drop
in the first place Miss the case
**** the judge They all gotta grudge
Against skin colored like me
I ain't a suckas I'm the black machavielli
In time I will rise no need to open my eyes
Cuz my third eye vigilant
Soon to be a retaliation for all the incarceration for scorning Black nation
Comin' with me violently we moving silently
With our clenched fist raised
Eradicatin' evil
Searchin' for better days
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Ran into an old friend - uptown Friday night
She'd had too much Tequila - Must say she looked a fright
"I'm feeling old and tired; don't care to be alone'
She asked me if I could - 'would I take her home"
Her directions led us home - to the wrong side of the tracks
To a place that long ago I swore -"I'm never coming back"
"Do you remember hon ... you gave me my First drink"
The tears came so heavy - I was afraid to blink
Those last words she spoke - still searing in my brain
The pain so hot - I thought I'd go insane
"You drunks say the coldest things - but blame me if you will'
' I'm gonna need another shot to rid me of your chill''
"For old times sake,' I said - 'I think we should go 'Slumming'
"Down to 'Old Town' - like when we were just sixteen'
"And you were the prettiest girl that heaven ever seen"
"I don't know' she said - 'It's not like I remember'
'The lights are brighter now - the streets are nice and clean'
"Not like when we'd get our kicks...
Watching Hoochie Mamas hooking up with Tricks"
"And you, I asked... 'What do you remember most
About those endless nights?'
"When our minds bemused of reason - reason took to flight"
Sober now, she spoke softly ... of times I see in dreams
She said ..."I remember the Poetry you wrote for me...
So long ago it seems"
"On the walls down there in 'Old Town'
" Like OUR lives... now crumbling down"
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 7:51 AM UTC
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads
And fell down on his knees
The wolf was howlin' at midnight
McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters
Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos
Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House
And Blind Lemon Jefferson too
Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes
Always travelling hard and hard driven
Playing hard and hard living
These men who became legends
Who touched the deepest part of souls
With their elemental music
And they still do
By Phil Roberts
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads
And fell down on his knees
The wolf was howlin' at midnight
McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters
Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos
Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House
And Blind Lemon Jefferson too
Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes
Always travelling hard and hard driven
Playing hard and hard living
These men who became legends
Who touched the deepest part of souls
With their elemental music
And they still do
By Phil Roberts
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
SCIENCE OF COMPLIANCE
Marked from birth to possibly follow another's ideals ,but even before an utterance is understood someone has to foot the bill
The first baby blankets all look alike,pink or blue which one is for you
First big brunt of hoochie coos ,giggling & wiggling on command ,then a.b.c-1,2,3,
hearing Mommy or daddy enough to make a child ill
Color or number at all hours unless we slumber ,at least standing and walking are natural and offer a better view
More lessons from the bath,take each cue it is for you,brush the teeth or hair as we were guided, not on your own free will
Then the dressing, lacing those shoes ,belts tight, collars up, buttons done nothing is left askew
Constant barrage of new sounds or words always another to be found ,separating to,too or two will help define your skill
When to stand walk or talk is for now subject to another's command ,applying another's knowledge as we grew
All manner of manners to be applied from setting a table or our hair,they feed us more & more although we feel we've had our fill
Simple stride we did abide, but starting to see outward, fracturing the glass, freedom is nice but lessons will be few
Family's resign to mark their sign ,schools further forge their rules or political expectations thrown at us like swill
Rules seen as jewels, new guide in which to confide,abiding is safe same as their teachings of faith ,so rest easy and have another bowl of follow the rule stew.R.C.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Call me ******* to your mother because I cuh-cuh-couldn't feel the trembling heat reaking havok on the in thigh stubble. Ow! **** sorry stub my toe. I'm moving slow enough to double dutch with a couple couple cookie crisp. Ishy on the in dispute. Grarly upon the laudry booth smoochie smooching on farting fairies flarping from the ex-haust.
Sorry my brain feels soft ffrom the rock salt. Hoochie snoochie snooting snorks slimey nap-cloth. Froze from the several palms second had palsy freezing in the eager eggnog. Ice over sire's searing sultry silken sick souly sullen franklin flame Bob. Billy will wally dilly Dally caught a fifty fatty rattle ****** daddy daddy daddy daddy, Fat Father igloos freak me father freak me father freak me father Im chuching my maugwa. Ma saws my mucho munched muddy crusty killer toes rain, ***** Are you hearing me gravel up your ****** hairs hurting from the rusty ****** clamps. I'm krusty crab freaking funk got me wondering why? okay wize guy wicked wonder wall watch my quest for questioning Ghostface Killah. I'm Slaid Cosby I ****** your daugher younger than the fury from you first tooth.
I wish you spat my drizzle from the furry foster the kids frontporch pistol grip.
Hop scotch?
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
SCIENCE OF COMPLIANCE
Marked from birth to possibly follow another's ideals ,but even before an utterance is understood someone has to foot the bill
The first baby blankets all look alike,pink or blue which one is for you
First big brunt of hoochie coos ,giggling & wiggling on command ,then a.b.c-1,2,3, hearing Mommy or daddy enough to make a child ill
Color or number at all hours unless we slumber ,at least standing and walking are natural and offer a better view
More lessons from the bath,take each cue it is for you,brush the teeth or hair as we were guided, not on your own free will
Then the dressing, lacing those shoes ,belts tight, collars up, buttons done nothing is left askew
Constant barrage of new sounds or words always another to be found ,separating to,too or two will help define your skill
When to stand walk or talk is for now subject to another's command ,applying another's knowledge as we grew
All manner of manners are lessons, from setting a table or our hair,they feed us more & more although we feel we've had our fill
Simple stride we did abide, but starting to see outward, fracturing the glass, freedom is nice but lessons will be few
Family's resign to mark their sign ,schools further forge their rules or political expectations thrown at us like swill
Rules seen as jewels, new guide in which to confide,abiding is safe, same as their teachings of faith ,so rest easy and have another bowl of follow the rule stew.R.C.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
The hearts we set aflutter as we
danced inside the canvas tents.
Towns on the edge of the dust bowl who
still had pennies and loved our scents.
Times were hard and we moved to catch
the next town with a sawbuck to steal
with our games of chance and ladies
teasing what we'd give after a deal.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 9:04 PM UTC
It was in the corner
of Five Points South
East and West
North and South
and the other
Juliet love Remeo
and his money
She longed to be with Julio
But no milk , no honey
Remeo's and Juliet's
relationship
soon turned
poisonous
Juliet fled into
the arms of Julio
Remeo , broken hearted
turned hatefull
sharpening his knife
everyday
Then one day
there he found
Juliet and Julio
smoking *****
at the Dew Drop
Taco and Beer
They were
hoochie cooching
waist to waist
face to face
It was too much of
a disgrace
Out came the dagger
to the screams of the place
The dagger flashed
quickly turning red
And on the floor
Juliet lay dead
He grabbed the hand
of Julio
and the two quickly fled .
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 8:59 PM UTC