"jes" poems
thus by prosecutor charg-ed, with this crime so heinous~ed,
the judge insisted on a super speedy trial, this, a special case-d
"can't wait to hang this ***** be~deviler,
got me a jail, second only to hell,
if he thinks his hifalutin lawyers will get him de-roped!"
I plead guilty to save the state some moola,
avoid the expense of all the attendant hoopla,
but in my tired defense, I said little but this,
it was god who cursed me with this word-ly power!
now I ain't saying I was naturally bad,
but who are you to judge me so harshly ,
when all I did, with a tool god~given, was,
tell people how beautiful they are, so close.
never far, from bringing them forth to their fruition
so my intentions were good, tho my goose is cooked,
loonily, this I truthfully willingly confess, though just as bad,
I was lazy, I was negligent, I am now hell-bent for many
infractions, the greatest, chiefest of them all, was all the times,
!!!!!
***read a poem much beloved by other's on this blue earth,
weak from jealousy jealous, I never...reposted it! for their way
much better than mine, and I was too selfish to praise them,
so I expect I won't be too lonely in perdition, just another poet***
!!!!!!!! addition
*so children, teach your children well
a poet's hell will slowly go by, if they
fail to repost them hundreds of poems
that mak'em gasp~laugh-just plain weep,
for that will really **** (sorry lord) the one
true judge wh gave us this wordy blessing,
and is eagerly awaiting us special*
sinners
and that just might be my one true name…
(Oh sinner~man!
where are you gonna run too)
[{(]})]
p.s. this poem readily available to be reposted ('jes a 'gestion)
even
plagiarized elsewhere, but remember, when you, who stole it,
somebody's a~watching whose
vision is unimpaired.
plus, I got new software invented by Ai trained teachers,
so so, easy to find ya...
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
wondrous words,
shades of colorations,
this pain,
artfully slow, steady stalking,
finale staking into
my hardened heart
with tireless twinges
of loss and constant regret,
painstakingly plinking away,
leaving pockmarks of bullets shot
at the concrete ring-fencing,
failing to protect me from just another,
**oh god not again,
have no mo' time**
for jes one mo' time
love's aftermath regret,
bitter acid wash,
that cleanses nothing,
for you are already nothing
when love loss wrenches/rents your
soul's garments with knotholes of
unfashionable distressed
distress
**better not to have loved,
better, better, better,**
than this battering silent hurricane
invisible thunderstorm internally,
than respects no seasonality,
for which the meteorologists
can predict neither its path or its
final cessation
painstakingly,
did I build my walled shelter,
only to fail-fall to the siege machines
of beauty and desire,
and
once conquered,
with fire and heat,
*they burnt me
from the outward edges inward,
and I am not a
Phoenix*
see the stooped slow white walker
more than dead, yet alive enough
existing to be witness to
his own devouring,
his hands wrapped round
the stake in his chest stuck,
painstakingly
protecting it,
lest its removal
be one more undoing of the
painstaking man
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Joe wants to know
how'm I doing?
an innocuous query,
little can he know,
bye bye is my merry,
marooned on a skerry,
noxious fumes in the aerie,
currently inhabiting my foreheady,
worry waves, rolling thunderous tides,
have myself beside
thus the answer to your toll,
something bad, on me, got a hold
Joe,
life is,
more than a tad
concerting
concerting?
surely you meant
converging, or perhaps,
concatenating, or concaving?
discombobulating, or more likely,
plain ole disconcerting?
indeed, all of the above,
fit like a glove,
but best combinated in steaming mug of
concerting
"to contrive or arrange by agreement: to plan; devise"
the world is secret contriving,
the world is secret devising,
a plan for my demising,
forces are concerting re me...
most concerning,
as trends converging,
concave hollow chains clinking,
a concatenating chorus
voicing their displeasure,
at my happy existence,
which now gone,
its loss, wept for, in great measure
life dissing me, in a manner
concerting and dis-concerting,
my composure,
decomposing,
the ides of depression,
hip hop discombob-
(undu)lating throb
but then again,
what's in a word,
what's in a rhyme,
jes that old timey R&B;,
rhyming and blues,
of a verbal kind
so, Joe, how'm I doing?
now that you are knowing,
as men of distinguished letters,
students of history,
part time poets,
Your Reply
must only be:
"Oh no, Natty,
say it ain't so"
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run
now here sits me
on me broken knees
singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------
when they called out the names
in the ole town square
and we looked so proud
though we all were scared
but we weren't ones to jes walk away
even from a war had no reason
------
hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run
now here sits me
on me broken knees
singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------
years have come
and then did go
pain last long
an healin is slow
i always remembeer
those few years a youth
that they stole
from me so easily
---------
now i don't blame anyone but
me
the hero of my own ****** dream
instead of raisin a family
i try best i can
jes to walk the street----
--------
hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run
now here sits me
an me broken knees
singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
A little of dis,
little of dat,
chop-chopped
to tasty portions
perfectly spread
and contortioned
simmerin' sin
stir-fried jes right.
r 5/31/14
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Introduction
_____________
some words
chase you around
infiltrating and winking,
in emails and poems to
your attention dispatched
undeniably messaging
a wanting to be
realized, completed,
teasingly speaking
you know
a poem newly birthing
in your left brain,
tender pleading,
love me already,
just write me
like you would
make love to a woman!"
messages from others employ
the self-same word r e p e a t e d l y,
you start to get the hint
very very v i g o r o u s l y
the rumbling,
the back-seat tumbling,
you're driving
bipedal composing,
guitar and piano
gas and brake
pedals to the mettle,
and the speed limit
was 15 mph under
where your brain is fermenting
all tuning you up to
meet the guild's
product quality standards,
yet unlike an automobile,
a poem, like a life,
has a unique DNA,
cannot just be
recalled,
for repair
and additional tinkering,
jes' because
once it is out there,
it has been outed
sure enough in my
my "started but *** file,
a lazy layabout,
overlooked and undercooked,
the poem below,
a dabble and a muddle,
so ignored, so berefted
for so long
it got this
special introduction
by way of an apology....
Incarnate
She is my poem incarnate
She is the carne of my body
She is the innate of my soul
She is my woman incarnate
she is all I need
in form realized and invisible imagined,
angel and thank god,
devil as well...
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
What you doin girl? I sez
--
Erry night
Out there
****** suckin run amuckin
Screamin yellin
never actually rebellin
--
Bashin yer head INTA brick walls
Tryin ta grab errybody boy by da *****
Cuttin yer wrists with razor blades!
Holy ****
Yer full insane!
OH DAD!
YE KNOW IM JES TRYIN TA FIT IN WITH ME PEERS
LIKE YA TAUGHT ME TO
.
JEST LIKE YOU DO!
------
I put down my newspaper
Full a
Wars drone airplanes bombers
Bankers ********* rings and corrupt
Politicians bankers businessmen
You know
All the real things
And I thought
She's right
We all
All of us
Just slaves!
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
i walkin down da street
a man jump out da alleyway
and
stab dat der man inna chest wit a ice pick!
dat man den run away!
dat der man....fall down!
da crowd come der
"why dat man lyin down so?" dey ask
(no-one unnerstans!)
den dat man come back!
says...."it's cause a da ice pick in his chest
he lie dere!"
an he reached down an yank
dat ice pick outa da man's chest!
"hurray, hurray!"
da crowd cheer
but dat der man he no get up!!!
"ungrateful *******
so da crowd start kickin
dat der man!
whille dat other man walk away
to the cheers a da crowd!
now what i think is dis
dat it weren't JES da ice pick why he lie dere!!!!
i think da ice pick DONE somethin to dat dere man!!!
SAY, WHAT DA YOU THINK?
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 2:34 PM UTC
strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town (4/17/20)
————————————————————————————-————-
not a great idea,
in the not-yet-dawn,
to write
a poem entitled
strange professions,
true confessions
dried stains of prior leakings
upon old ‘n yellowed linoleum,
no need for more friends,
for sure, for sure,
that’s the smart play
you see! right there
I’m professing age
old wisdom,
confessing my sorry face is
well acquainted with
floor coverings,
where even the
soles of my shoes
won’t admit they been polluted,
having stepped in rooms
of low and ill repute,
those them there,
right in here
poetry writing sites
where there ain’t no
guideposts, reminding
what’s in the heart
pretend stays in Vegas,
but what the heck,
since I’m here already,
might as well,
ready go and spill,
things you don’t
need to know but...
help the time pass
in this lockdown town,
where total silence is
the loudest sound around
wine, empty beery bottles,
bad rhymes give me up,
just before I start a hey look!
it’s a brand new
sunny rain afternoon
the governor pronounced
we all gotta be masked,
24/7 inside and out,
the women complain that it
musses hair, the men say,
who me? nah, got
nothing to say about that,
We, don’t make no con-cessions...
when you can’t see
my lips moving, or my
one good eye be winking,
means it’s likely that I’m lying
they say, I’m going
stir crazy,
not me says he,
unlike some guy who
wanted to blow up the
Alice-in Wonderland statue in
Central Park, hell,
u could look it up!
guess I coulda call this
here epistle, official “Lockdown Blues,”
but I jes heard gotta stay inside
till June Seventeen
that’s the good news,
plenty o’time to set
my affairs in order,
burn the poems nobody
needs seeing, those them
there with weirdness galore,
say no more,
you can whine, it’s fine,
no caring, no hearing,
past way the point,
where running or returning
is an option viable for nut jobs
them, with strange professions
and true confessions...
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be
We are what we eat, what we absorb, what we take in,
this is mine,
I taste and find, mmmm, worth a chew, slow said
the voice,
of the caterpillar,
of course,
smoke rings,
from the smoke stack
on a D-9 Cat, stuck in the mud,
since November,
till summertime,
lowland realization, land too flat, don't drain.
I jes' set'n'look at that,
Chrome Yeller Caterpillar, worth more than I made,
in ten years after the army,
and I laugh, at how I ain't bound to fret,
or fuss,
no nonsense was ever actually more than literaturely true.
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 4:48 PM UTC
I have a face
I have eyes
I have nose
I have ears
I have mouth
I have face
Jes
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
In the wild free ghetto night
Where would ya wanna be but here?
With god and the angels and love so bright!
I walk these streets in complete awe
I'll be here walkin in a thousand years
••
Baby rockin in the cradle
Cradle rockin on the window sill
So very high above the street
••
Hey hey mama here come Jesus
Got a sack a loaves and fishes
Jes for you
••
Ain't lynched a cowboy from this tree in 100 years
But it gotta couple a negroes back in '63
••
Help help!!
I ain't suffering from affluenza
& I need some bad !
••
My face !
And most a you ain't seen it!
OH MY GOD!
••
A street lamp is a beautiful symbol
Of
Somethin
(Over there -----
In the dark
By the alley where the stained old newspapers blow
Round and round
And little ragged boys curl up to sleep
••
Star light star bright
Thru the chem trails of the night
••
I mean
In the garden of Eden before the apple eatin
Didn't adam at least think eve had a cute ***
••
In college we were supposed to write an essay on the differences between bein a priest and a professional wrestler but I couldn't think a nothin
••
In the wild free ghetto night
Where would ya wanna be but here ?
All the angels child bright
God is seen on every EYE
not afraid to shine or cry
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
why'm ah ma embarrassed by
you rgalumphin'?
wud i care what
yo luggage do?
that didn't work,
why am i embarrased by
your....insert word here with
proper tense and conjucation
why do i care about what other people think???
still not workin,
jes put
stinkin "galumph" in the sentence...
and see how it works?
~~en fin fer sure with this stinkin mess of poem
~~~~~ n ya'll better really like this... at least lie a little to make my tender heart feel the light..
sorry lil word you aren't stinky , well not quite yet.
\guh-LUHMF\
verb
1. to move along heavily and clumsily.
Quotes
It is at this point that one begins to feel embarrassed while other passengers galumph by with their luggage.
-- Stephanie Rosenbloom, “Flying Deluxe Domestic Coast-to-Coast for Around $1,000,” New York Times, January 23, 2015
Origin
Galumph is a 19th century invention from the mind of Lewis Carroll, and is perhaps a blend of gallop and triumphant
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
The great guru come an all the little boys an girls become angels or saints or whatever
But some jes ignored the creep and went to college an got drunk and now owe millions a dollars to the government and got married
And are miserable little scummy people who vote for ******** and thieves and complain about it
And the angels jes float around talkin a peace an that **** but do look happy I don't know it's all strange here makin no sense at all
But I jes watch wait an do nothin much about anything
•
Then I seen all the dumb high school ******* dickin wit their razor blades and ****** fire hydrants or something so weird
Whatever!
It got me mad with myself sittin an laughing I
Don't know
I decided to be a saint an float around but I don't speak a peace but a yer friggin insanity an plead wit ya ta knock it da **** off it ain't necessary but ya say it is so keep on doin it if ya feel like it I gotta go it alone if yer so **** complacent about it ya know what I mean?
It a great life if ya live
But if ya don't
It's jes a joke
Wit no one laugh at it
Ya know what I mean?
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
twenteesventh.
you write of dismembered leaves,
enhaloed lust(wtf)
pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete,
using incontrovertible idiocies like
dry rain droplets shining like sunlight,
edible goodbye cheerios,
edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys”
poetic methadone methodology,
poems hats with rhyming lyrics
that taste like that burnt eyelids colored
a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum),
beyond burger veggie based satyrs,
the happy gladness of sadness,
reversible rivers flowing heavenwards,
***** ******* you want an
infernal cataclysm...
really?
dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries,
brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets
and other Olsonian beauties,
like I write with succinct passion,
me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying
“too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt”
non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical
chemical verbal reactionaries
and then you wonder why
PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?
jes kiddin’ a leetle
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
aint no "wait"
aint no "moderation"
aint no "obama-nation!!!!!"
----
if ya aint gonna speak up
shut up!!!!!!
-----------------
aint no washington
aint no media
aint no professors
..
only you an me
finally
----------------
if ya aint gonna speak up
shut up!!!!!
...
----------------
if you wanna let em jes walk over you
until your dead
while moaning and groaning
bout your boy friends
er girl friends
who obviously
find you inanely ridiculous
....
?
?
?
______________
aint no "wait"
aint no "moderation"
aint no "obama-nation"
...........
it's only you an me
an
revolution
----
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
when i was a kid, me an this black boy
(an remember, slavery was still legal then)
we had just escaped some orphanage where they was plannin to lobotomize us for bein so dang ordinary
an the spirit of alan ginzberg come backwards! thru time an guv us a magic sunflower and he said "i hope this does sutra you"
so we said
"a couse it do" not knowin what he meant but then it burst into a poem and we wernt THAT stupid and we figured out what he meant
and so we became one humanity but then the oinkers they too united and so here is amerikka jes like always except it is you too who are here so what do you got to say an what ya gonna do about it now?
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
abducted by aliens
cried & cried
missed you all here
they poked & prodded
this doughy ***
tickeled it
making it laugh
laughing till crying
crying till laughing
so so tired
missed you all
they dropped me
back down on
my head
just last night
screaming with glee
screaming with pain
**** you ole Martians
leave me the **** alone
& don't you be takin'
any of my friends
jes leave us the **** alone...
or we be kickin'
your skinny green martain
*****
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
jes seen the movie....."winner's *****
was about people like us an sayin
that if you aint doin SOMETHIN
you will be probly doin NOTHIN
an probly tryin real hard (too hard!)
to do NOTHIN ........too well!
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:41 PM UTC
sorry charlie
it dont mean a thing
(feelin sorry)
the babe done gone
...where?...
jes to get away
jes to be free
______
sorry charlie
life aint
"the game bein played"
you play it well
she dont care
__________
starvin on the street aint cool
either is survivin
sorry charlie
shed rather be dead
than to hang with you
______
sorry charlie
it dont mean a thing
(feelin sorry)
the babe done gone
...where?...
jes to get away
jes to be free
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 3:44 PM UTC
Cover me back
Mates!
I'm a goin in!
••
••
Caint get no love
Jes like that!
•
It ain't just a beer at the bar
Ya
Know!
••
(Gotta find out if he can ---- shoot straight !)
•
Gotta know what he knows
••
••
Gotta cross that bridge when we get to it
-- -- --
Well
We got to
It
We on it!
( & it ain't real stable --no !)
••
Somewhere between Birth & Death
--
( & it ain't real stable -- no! )
••
Straight shooters
WE
Come together
We bring TODAY
Truly to
Its
Rightful place
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
Hast thou found honey?
Eat so much as is good for thee,
thinking moderation then, success.
Ah, the analyst's probe, is it satisfying?
Child mind alerts, perks up its ear,
single minds have single ears, child mind
focus state, un monitored you, recall, child
minding your own business walking in the road.
Accepting having RSVP'd, we'ld wonder at first,
did we actually ask for this, or is this all made up?
Child mind cocked sure, I know.
We are all an alien probe learning the questions.
Each letter holds an American English phonic response…
and we… the elite sharers of knowns gleaned from scripture.
--selah, also means let it rest
The precedent for a post temple social order arose,
and the minds required for that task arose as well, but
as you know, knowledge was closely held, sacred codes,
cost of being called and chosen, male alone, bred to the bull.
Bred to the king of beasts, wed to the dragon whose bones
we have found in the gullet of beached Leviathans…
tribe of Bill Levy, sudden psy-psi dead guy makes a suggestion,
remember the yen to yank reality aright, and think it funny?
Jes' yankin' y'chaim, only be having like
a child's mind, pedo-meter counting steps away, flee
the birthing trauma, do the dying well.
Earnest Becker, take a chair, I think I felt you linger there,
death divined most fine state, just wait, settling, you feel.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
( • )
/) (\
( )
) (
( )
) (
•
since they suppressed the hippies
Ain't been no Christians in AMERIKKKA at all !!!!
//////
Ignorant bible - bashers with guns !
••
What **** !
////
And you all eatin it !!!
••
No wonder all dem kids be cuttin they selves
•
Now it's
GET YERSELF A HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS
AN GO
BACK TO THE COUNTRY !
!!!!!!
**** DEM LIBERALS
AND GET YE SOME SLAVES
AND IT BE HEAVEN ON EARTH AGAIN !
//
Yeah
Once they suppressed the hippies
We all be ****** !
///
But you don't care
Ya jes sittin there bleedin
Bein the fool they want you to be !
With their **** comin outta yer mouths
And all their lies Rollin offa yer tongues !
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
sometimes ya gets angry
sometimes ya jes stay stupid
.
sometimes ya let anger control ya
sometimes ya control anger
and change the world
-----
sometimes ya get selfish
and jes try change yer own life
.
this is the same as stayin stupid
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
she's a movin on out
to where she can be seen
to where she can be known
to where her love can start to grow
SHE'S A MOVIN ON OUT
DOWN THE ROAD
say hey lady
don't wanna me an OLD MAN's Baby!
fake love jes drives ya crazy
and TRUTH dont have no MAYBE's
TIME TA BE A MOVIN....
................ DOWN THE ROAD
ain't no losers or winners
whinners or such
we are all only beginners
as lovers
we hardly know how to touch
SHE'S A MOVIN ON OUT
DOWN THE ROAD
some may think you weird
for facin all the fear
but there a someone that ya know
always gonna be there
ON THE ROAD
she's a movin on out
to where she can be seen
to where she can be known
to where her love can start to grow
SHE'S A MOVIN ON OUT
DOWN THE ROAD
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC