"huey" poems
Yo soy *****
**** immigration and the racist white tèjanõs, please tell me how the hell would they ever know what I know, shout out to my Mexicans Hondurans and black Cubanos shut the border down call it the no fly zone. Adios Americanos me and my amigos are stealing ya women and playin em like pianos, vocal terrorist this lyrical revolt should be your primary interest. Public enemy number one the domestic hectic terrorist I'm influencing your white son, right to bear these nuts I'm taking the tea parties guns stealing your freedom from right up under you, all your jobs, and way of life, your point of view. I'm the original black power ranger hide your right winged minds if not I swear they'll be in danger. I am the broken brick the stone left unturned the rhythm of the wind the willingness to learn and the desire to fight and get what you earn. I am the individual placed on the no fly list with my hand balled into a fist cause my turbin is too tight and my beards to thick. I am the man choked to death by nypd for selling cigarettes now I'm rioting with my words doing lyrical pirouettes. Yo soy ***** spitting jive like lingo I want a Pam Grier keep your Marilyn Monroe, from the 6th borough buckin like bronco they said finish em I'm educated and black had to hit em with the combo. I'm non fictions Huey Freeman battling congress and their demons catch me flexing on the law lookin like the black He-Man Standing up for what I believe in writing in my notepad I stay steady schemin with my head up in the clouds I stay steady dreamin. Yo soy ***** freeze em like sub zero not concerned with dolores or the dinero yen or bills yo, I'm still waiting for marvel to make a Mexican superhero.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Monk tinks tonight
fine glasses clink
convivial banter
bubble pop blink
in breathing rooms
bit woofed and stirred
the smoke mint sound
we dare exhale
Monk swings about
a bell do ding
the huey blues
bird bops on wings
hips juicy moves
rubby mounds wet ****
slow drum rolls blow
dance steady bump
Monk rocks the house
the clock do tick
me feets be tappin
gonna busta trick
key ******* bounce
mouths all agape
we gettin down
like crazy apes
Monk’s muzik rides
a sonorous beam
levitatin hipsters
to places unseen
gosh groovy tunes
a **** good gig
we all stoked up
Monk we do dig
Monk played alright
some swingin tunes
Happy B Day Monk
you over the moon
Thelonious Monk
(October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982)
Thelonious Monk
with John Coltrane
Trinkle ******
10/9/13
Suffern
jbm
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
There were six horses,
Abaco Barbs - black, white, tan -
enclosed in my Olympus's lense.
The camera reached through deadwind
that whipped the Huey's window,
painted a staggered line where the herd had been.
It was fall 1977,
Abaco's Independence Movement had ended;
Oliver and WerBell were gone,
having run off like photographed horses -
distant, almost ignorant of me (at some point,
they must've assumed there were wildlife
photographers inside Abaco). It was fall
1977:
the ornamental Allamanda still rustled in deadwind;
the starfruit still ripened and fell. It was fall
1977 and that country
was nearly the same as it'd always been.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
Khair choro ab rahney bhi doh,
Beetey wqt Ko jubaa pr aaney bhi doh,
Bhut Khel li Khel isq-mohbat ka,
Bachpan Ko jra zindagi se rubru honey doh!!
Bichurey saal Huey,
Na yaad hum aaye na tum,
Jaaney kaisey sbhi begaaney Huey,
USS gali se kyu anjaaney Huey!!
Sidhiyo pr chadhna seekha,sang mitti Mai girna,
Dosti ka mtlb ** ya pyaar ka fsana,
Hum sabney yhi seekha zindagi ka saath nibhana!!
Kya tum bhool gye wo yaadey,wo baatey,
Ghr jaaney ke raastey,
Barsaat Mai bheegtey,kichad Mai kudatey,
Bus ke pichey gulaab liye firtey,
Koi kuch khey toh whi adig ** jaatey!!
Kitni haseen hai wo yaadey, Bachpan ki baatey,
Fir kyu ek dujey se begaaney Huey,
USS gali se kyu anjaaney huey,!!
Khair choro ab rahney bhi doh,
Zindagi Ko Bachpan ki meethi yaado se rubru toh honey doh!!
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Autism prays for...
Chuck E. Cheese
Maya and Miguel
Huey, Dewey, and Louie
Mom and Dad
Pizza rolls
Subway sandwiches
Grannie
Greeney phantom
dogs,
the Brady Bunch
His greatness
His provision
and comedy cartoons
to watch all day.
Amen
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Some micro poems about antiheroes.
I give my best friends black eyes,
I wont lye,
Some of it's their blood,
Some of it's mine,
But I cant talk about the first rule.
Tick tok,
Whirring cogs and grinding gears,
Going after low hanging fruit,
While we're,
Singing in the rain.
Returning video tapes,
Often leads to Huey Lewis and the news,
Raincoat, reservation, rat, rage,
I escape through blood lust and *******
But this is not an exit.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
a refugee from Yale, and the stale stench
of old money, he took a job with the park service
where he maintained outhouses,
and got high in the cover of cottonwoods
this crap crew job gave him no
deferment from the draft, so he landed in Can Tho
he didn't clean outhouses there--little people did,
stirring his dreck in burning diesel for 75 cents a day
when his Huey was shot down in the
Mekong, only he and his door gunner survived
they hid, submerged in paddies until dark
hearing faint but ferocious voices of the VC
who never found them--and they made the
miracle mile back to base camp, covered in muck
that smelled like dung; a scent that stuck
with him in dreams, no matter how much he bathed
when he came home, he again labored
for the forest service, and asked for ********* duty
fearing if he lost the smell,
he would lose himself as well
.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
A witches brew forget what you knew about what you knew.
Summer heat comimg down to Haight street.
Black leather. Huey P.
***** South..coming round.
The lottery for your vacation in the Mekong Delta
Power to the people wattstacks.. love generations birthday.
Coast to coast conflagration.
Burn baby.
The Hearst chronicles
Apollo flew from the Cape.
Kennedy casket draped for
a procession.
Economic depression.......
Tick. Tick Tick.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
Too hip to be square
Hadn't liked Huey Lewis
Didn't see the axe
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 7:36 AM UTC
it takes 8 hours and 1 minute to get to Gansevoort Street
they say to truly love someone
you must know them through all four seasons
barricaded branches prevented you from coming February 6th
black leather interior seemed like the perfect place
to evaporate
like a cigarette outside Baby Huey
punch holes in your arm like a belt
so a finger can’t trace it
without being caught
hornets under Dixie cups
razored wings carve out this body
phantom knee, nerve extension
push your thumb into its stump
regret pushing the willow
walking the length of dead grass to a childhood hub
a reminder of which sits on your bedside
as an 8-year-old pilot
spearheading a UAV to TOR
Dundas Square sees you in an amber light.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself :
today I exist through a heros twist paid fully to resist
inside of me grips the portion of sullen apathy...
Cuba is getting a bit colder after Castro took over
the in tuned harmony to its hidden beast reality
shelter through the leaves
taking over as you please
each haunted day we beg to borrow the need to pray...
fashionable Michelle Obama
silent through a fixture plain from deep enough to take over inside
conjunction junction what's your function
bargain basement blues
the set of Huey Lewis & The News,
a bunch of sprinkled dust scattered through the wind
late night bid in cell block 9 in prison,
those were the days getting caught in a purple haze
spot a high five to humbly keep your faith alive,
shadows break way from the frenzy within
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
what does it mean?
it makes no sense to me!
even charlie rose on tv
said huey newton had been shot to death a number of times
on a san francisco street corner.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Yo imma Apex Predator, tell me who be my competitor/
Yo imma Apex Predator, I look into the Mirror, that be my competitor/
Do not be mistaken that is not a Prideful statement/
Checking right outta da clinic I'm not virtuous with Patients(patience)/
Haa!
Misfit in Neighborhoods/ Wood crest I been sub-urban Free Man Opposite of Hood/
feeling like Huey really I'm "understood" like a single lady Target Practice add a "Miss" if you should/
living as a slave drink a cup of His "Blood"/ but I am Not a vampire you can check my diary "cuz!"/
Huh!!
Emotional after a Horror Show/
The genocide a steady toll as I fight for my Soul/
You'll never get me unless you greet me with Fists/
persecution may come imma Radical *********
I tell em bring it and I pull out a Massive fist/
Ladies are only worried bout how many lips I've kissed/
Never worry imma virgin(yes!!) and Pacifist/
Even though I could tongue Twist/ like am An Exorcist/
Ha!!
Not perverted in the Least/
I been fighting with myself forgetting I am a Beast/
Been elated elevated from the bottom to the feet/
So I "kneel " before the Father knowing nothing like"defeat"/
Start a war I be telling em get the Cranium/
Ready for Battle getting Fit in ya Brainy gym/
Challenge intelligence knowing that it is only Him/
I wish a Brother "wood lands"(would land) like the stadium/
Getcha Pride shot I got the Perfect gun /
Verbally assassinate and Hitchu like kasisi Nuns/
The Name Dexter I go Dum dee dee Dum/
Man Up! Lil boy I know that you're somebody's son/
Haa! Told to **** it I was looking for a Bible/
Dead to sin, Walking Dead, a Zombie that you Could stifle/
Die to gain Live for Christ no needing it for a Rifle/
Any body that come forward and Promise to be a Rival/
Ha!
Fruits of the Spirit on the table but your Plate is "Prideful"/
Think you a "Lion" but your lying rocking with mouth full/
Of disrespect do you neglect that you need to recycle/
The sin that Towers you like the Eiffel//
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
The World looks different at 60 feet,
standing on the Huey skids, gritting my teeth.
Birds coming in fast and smoke rising slow,
drop into the tall grass not knowing which way to go.
Ears trying to hear and eyes not believing,
mortars and ****** men screaming and bleeding.
Yes the World looks different at 60 feet,
now hovering above me where I'd rather be.
It's been years now , the sights and sounds have gone to fade,
still look to the skies when I hear those blades.
Men faced walls of steel in that tall ****** grass,
at 60 feet my Brothers I raise this glass.
Gone but not forgotten.
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 12:12 PM UTC
My fathers health will be the death of me
Because the day he goes I'll lose a part of me
No more valuable lessons to be taught
No more gritting my teeth and cursing his name for unmemorable reasons to why we fought
When he dies I will truly be alone but he will live on for I am his clone
Simple living is a ***** but we do it well
Father and son team
Bunk mates
Sharing the same cells
You lived fast and hard
If I live faster and harder than you
Maybe my time will run out the same as you
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
What comes to mind when they say "Disney"?
All the mysteries and Mickey in my epiphany
Aladdin got stuck in the cave and found the lamp
Huey, Dewey and Louie all are out in a camp
When daffy is about to lose control for daisy
Goofy woke up and walked like if its all hazy
Pluto never knows it has a planet on his name
Still it doesn't leave Mickey even being all lame
When Cinderella lost her shoe and ran away
Rapunzel meanwhile got her hair taken away
Timon said "Hakuna Matata it means no worries"
When Simba found Nala, Timon got insecurities
Peter Pan came from Neverland and saw Wendy
Seeing them fly together in childhood was trendy
Hercules got Meg and showed off his muscles with a wink
Hades made her pawn and Hercules found it was a fling
Canine Superstar Bolt thought he was the real deal
When camera stopped rolling,he began to squeal
Pooh with honey and Christopher on journey
Tigger bounces and Owl pretends to be an attorney
A witch with Poisoned apple got her sleeping
On seeing, the dwarfs couldn't stop weeping
Alice got over her fears
Dumbo got used to his ears
All the Kids got mesmerized by the fun
Its Disney, from which you dont wanna run
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
In time,
Her blue eyes turned to amber,
Gaining serenity at the expense of dazzle,
She was, in short:
Diminished?
You know, the proverbial red,
Red rose misplacing its hue?
Over time, becoming the times that
Try men’s souls--as they say—
Particularly in times like ours.
Life at the Vicarage: an in-depth,
Stunningly frank & brutal TRIP 4-2.
Surely, the falcon & falconer
Out of range of each other, at last.
Share drowned innocence,
Sans conviction, intense & passionate,
An in-depth study--if you will—
If you won’t, **** YOU!***
A close encounter of mutual
Self-loathing & contempt.
Soon the blood-dimmed tide,
Mere anarchy loose as a goose.
I speak of a time without pretense:
Armed-black-militants
Killing-white-cops?
Are you ******** me?
Who has time to investigate
A simple case of what could or
Could not be spousal homicide.
But I digress.
Blood in the streets?
We haven’t seen that ****
Since Bobby Seale, Eldridge Cleaver
& Huey P Newton stalked the earth.
“Lord, Oh God!” we wonder.
“Deliver us a savior.
Rescue Us.
Rescue Me."
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
Its a place we all know, too **** well
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
John McClane **** sure, excelled
A simple Christmas soiree, ***** and drugs proliferate
Hans crashing the gate, with Red Dawn, to liberate
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
Hans and Co, heading off to hell
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
John McClane **** sure as f*ck, excelled
Six hundred million, in negotiable bearer bonds their prize
Not Brazilians, but Germans, as terrorists, disguised
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
Expensive suits getting ruined, no one got dry cleaning bills
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
Takagi had a walk on part, I hope that, I'm in his will
Counting up the bullets, none left to be spared
Putting Hans on the pavement, Huey Lewis (lookalike) can't be repaired
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
Bearer bonds upon the sidewalk, wish I was there
Nahhhh-ka-tomi Plaza
Pocketing some negotiables, nevermore financial cares
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
Stay Positive....
Or Fight the Power!!!
I'm a cool cat
cover me in Black
One fist in the air
and the other with a Gat.
Fight the laws of Physics
Huey Newton That...
Blow up fort Knox
We don't even use that..
So that Gold up on your neck
don't mean a thing
I'm steal a oil well
and rock me a Gas Chain..
I'm warning you world
you got my back against the wall
Do you know that my tongue
could assassinate you all...
The era ain't ready..
This vision is scary..
I'm a treat to the peace..
that's why they want me deceased
Start a united revolution
I'm bout to hit the streets..
cause the way it look now
that's where I'm bout to sleep...
all I got is passion
and seeds
revelational creeds.....
Father Ideas with
supernatural needs..
tatatatata
the death of a King
but the birth of a Savior
What a beautiful Thing!!!
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Jazmin
by definition is a light to moderate yellow color or a flower.
Yellow a generally happy color.
it makes sense i mean i am a generally happy person,
or at least that's how it seems.
If you really listened to what i have to say
you would see the gloomy, dejected, hopeless world i see.
when you help some one you may see a life you’ve made a difference in
when i help some one i see millions like them in the same position
who's to help them?
who's is to lend out a hand?
who is to help that child in the corner who's starving to death?
i want it to be me, but what can i do
I'm just a kid
yet at times being a child is a good thing
i smile. i run. i play.
i have friends, i have people who care for me
i have people who make me smile
i work hard and get good grades.
i try hard to be the best at everything
still I'm not happy, but you would never know that
i wear this fake smile
i wear it because i know one smile can change someones entire day
one smile can give someone hope
one simple smile may mean nothing to you
but it can mean the world to someone like me
id be happy if only
I Jazmin Huey can change millions of lives
id love to leave my mark on the world
to have someone look up to me and actually say
i want to be just like you
that would make me happy
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
My ideal love is a love that catches me by surprise.
The realization of intelligent things and conversations that literally take us anywhere.
My ideal love is a love that expresses ideal.
The ramifications that influence us to be who we really are in front of who we are.
A love that doesn't mind bargin shopping and putting together hundred dollar outfits that really cost $10.
The reality that its the most simplest of things that are most significant.
A spontaneous love that doesn't mind the predictability of living today before exploring the mystery of tomorrow.
Here after the after thought that we exist in the past as well as the present simultaneously.
If ever in need I'll do my best to provide all that I can for an ideal love.
Through these actions I believe the true miracle is achieved.
An ideal love that is beyond ideal.
Who sets the where and how we meet, the institutions of bliss where the masses are limited to love and longing.
To find patience and compassion sitting on the front lawn on the same institution.
As long as she provides a kiss that can send me outside of my own thoughts, and pull me closer to hers.
My ideal love wouldn't be based on a B.E.T movie.
A single expression that summarizes a scorned woman letting go.
A cliff note of lust soon as the next sceen fades to black.
Her ******* pulled down not knowing the dude is secretly abusive.
140 minutes gone by to realize the last 5 mins were the ones that made her truly happy.
The woes of love.
My ideal love is a woman built with ambition but with a heart big enough to understand that without sacrifice nothing is truly accomplished.
A culture made in truth, ripped off by those who ignore that struggle is what makes us who we are.
The courage to walk out in front and be who we really are.
A real woman that doesn't mind lounging around the house that knows whom Budda and Huey Newton was.
This revolution of ideal starts the moment I realize that I never stood a chance.
The surprise of her lips against my cheek.
I drink from this remedy each time you open your lips.
So in silence I gasp.
As you caught me off guard,
My ideal love
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
We hate all the
lovey-dovey
Stop being the
baby Huey!!!
No-one should
be tongue___
stopped & So on
To hear her voice
Smells of
Strawberry
Juicy Lips on
The Meds
Tired-Tongue Dr. Who
bossy
The painted tongues
The yellow Canaries
Ancient Rebel-ly
tongue diaries
The cat's tongue
Park and recreation
The hot tongue
Invitation
Huey smokes
and Brooklyn
Girls go broke
Me. Green's
lifeless weeds
She has the will
of good deeds
Gooey
She is beachy
Tongue long map_____
Hitching
a ride
Sultry Saltwater
taffy
The loving
chewy
So fit to be tied
The tongue
Lips hot thousand
words Tour Guide_____*
Time and stop
Our tongues
Still licking
Gooey-
Lollipops Huee-y
I know
tongues
have
many
languages
Deathly
killer tongue
morgue
And what did it
mean to say
Before someone
took its life
Could have been
your wife
Smoking a
peace pipe
When you made
love
The wrong road
Dark business
All stripes
She has guts
The Grunge, $ tongue's
please, God!
To kiss a toad
Tongue Car
slippery
The Viper Inquiry
Her moans
and sighs
The wet dew of
Meadows Poohs
Meeting too many
widows of Winnie
Those meddlers
The Peak tongue
of Honey hard
to handle
Queen Bee's
high
Territory
Our tongues
meet
in the
middle she cut
her tongue!! ouch
Snake swizzling
Tongue twirling
Movie
((Tongue Huey Gooey)).
Twin lounge Tongue
twister
What a dump
Right in the
dumpster
I am waiting
to hear
what you
have to say
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
I haven't written in weeks
And when I did before the words read empty
As they tend to do
Again I find myself sitting alone
A table for one facing the wall
Lost in the sea of a college campus
Hundreds of miles away LRADs blast away protesters protecting sacred land
Stock prices unthinking and unfeeling
Are obsessed over by men in suits who won't have to worry about if they get to eat tonight
On my arms I carve the words I learned in a women's studies class freshman year
"The personal is political"
Personally I am desolate
Disillusioned with anything I've ever had to say
Unable to bring myself to say more
Politically I am livid
In my veins are the Sacco and Vanzetti electricity
So I spit
Look to the ground
and walk
With a look of righteous anger
And I read
Collected works of Huey Newton and an article about Marxism and Class
When the personal and the political meet I feel hopeless
Disoriented and disillusioned
Not two halves at war but two puzzle pieces desperately trying to fit
I think of a heaven after I die
While advocating for a heaven on earth for everyone
I want to stand and fight
While I feel uncomfortable speaking up in class
I don't believe there is freedom in a free market
But what do I really know about it anyways?
Freedom and hope and art and love
Words that swim around in my head
They lack solidity
I can't grasp them
The meaning drips out of my ears as if they were bleeding
I can't fall asleep at night because I keep coughing
I think about Woody Guthrie
Singing about the powers of the working class and dreaming of what America could one day become
I think of his better world and I can console myself with the ringing of guitar in my ears
I think about Pat
Looking for times worth living in whatever car or house he lives in
Breaking windows to redemption if not freedom and holding on with all that's left
I think about myself
One year of poetry under my belt
Still struggling with what I want to say
Centuries of politics in my head
Still struggling with who I want to be
Personal and political are more than just words to me
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
Here, the coffee got cold again. But
so what
not every thing is historic, until it is, or isn't.
Literature in the clouds, data last stop, the top.
This is where traffic exchanges reason with war
for power to mine bit coins
burning desires to know, whence come these winds?
Time ghosts, ancient ideas, these symbols, most of these,
were lies,
Uncle Mike, he had a cadre of couples,
something of a cult, a marriage class that spake of oral ***
tre' taboo too hint at,
when he was your age, and had not watched TV - no, addicted,
rub it in old man, Huey Newton, meet Jimmy Dean, the sausage
version, dressed al el viz fi'itin' t' fly,
past reasons to pretend, earth is not where, all ya'll who did,
prayed the father of Jesus, who claimed mary's baby
would hel p you sell a house in any market, St Joseph,
from any manger scene, bury him, upside down,
head first, right. Do that, you get your asking price,
any peaceful place,
you make worth more than most imagine,
--- yeah, you were Catholic. You heard that.
I thought the guy was the crazy uncles kid,
we had kids like that, special ed, DIY.
Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 6:15 PM UTC