"impeachable" poems
the beauty of naivety as a kid
viewing the world as two-dimensional
the impeachable mind of declutter
so uncontaminated and guiltless
it's the brain still developing
it categories happiness under one umbrella
can't see what it shadows underneath
you will soon set your feet on the ground
and you'll meet face to face
with what the umbrella covers
but once you do
don't use the umbrella
catching a cold will be a pleasure
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
How I've gotten under their skin
They've never seen one like that
This is their nightmare
the stuff of wonder
Didn't imagine
they come
like this
one
Head and shoulders above all
impeachable and razor sharp
In no way like the rest
a true Prince, alright
drives them gaga
a nightmare
quality
the
real
deal
A thorn in their pale flesh
cheap weak we all know
liars, playing masters
He's a threat to them
they can't rest now
have to degrade
have to destroy
a prime black
not bowing
is enemy
number
one
Real Leaders do not stoop low
real leaders are always fair
real people don't steal and lie
real people are dignified
real people are intelligent
real people are benevolent
real people are not racists
real people are not cowards
real people do not feel threatened
by successful and decent black people
real people do not try discrediting others
Only racist ignorant idiots and their KKK masters
devout time and energy to pulling black people down
https://youtu.be/NSrP6Sr-OW4
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
im reading a book about you
a girl who lives her life
helping others
was buliemic for attention
it turned into an addiction
captivated by things they never mentioned
cut for reasons she never siad and
lived without regret
this book i have is called handel with care
impeachable timing
the minuet you leave me
i.pick up this story
of this girl whose mannerisms
match
your exact
making
handle with care
i wish you came with that warning
but i broke you
not knowing
you could be broken
im reading a book about you
but it sits in my backpack
im scared to flip the pages
to see what happens next
because everytome she cuts
its your memory that rushes
everytime she purges
i think of you in here place
and how i couldnt save
you
and i dont want to know what happens to this girl
when i cant know what happens
to you
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.
It’s not that he’s
So easy to assail
But Donald Trump needs to be
Perp- walked to jail
Where his thin orange skin
Can suddenly turn pale
And his lifestyle can suddenly
Begin to fail
Impeachable charges
Lodged against him twice
But his Republican supporters
Wouldn’t roll the dice
This was upon
Mitch McConnel’s advice
Because on the head of his party
It wouldn’t look nice
So twice Trump was able
To dodge a bullet
Cause no one had the courage
To even pull it
And you and i must admit
Nothing about him suggests he will quit
But when the Marshals arrest him
He’ll have to submit
Just imagine
Him doing time
In a six by ten cell
For an assortment of crime
Then life would have a reason
As well as a rhyme
Like it always has
In the annals of time
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 5:17 AM UTC
time is a box of fire.
you can't remember the solitude
of your first word
but your last one is just as forgettable,
it gives me pause to expand.
to drum the skin of our neutered womb.
it brings 'round the impeachable sun
that desperately needs to set
and clings to features in the landscape
that have no idea who you are.
time is a box of fire.... where we burn our poppies.
we leap to pavilions of lost history
and gorge ourselves on brevity
with thick tongues fluent in stuttering.
everything. Everything burns.
and the sum of any choice is a beautiful girl
that can't understand why your flames are frozen
nor how icebergs insist you won't
be missed
adrift.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
She blossoms every morning,
Though she
may wither slightly
though the harsh
Breezes of the daily life.
She still is a flower
Of impeachable beauty.
Though the day may wilt her.
She is the fragrance,
That will never fade.
And I will gaze upon
Her for eternity
For she is my blossom
In the garden of life.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC