"johnsons" poems - Hello Poetry

Baby when I first saw you I was giving blood Your smile wasn’t even directed at me You made more than just my blood flow. Baby when you spoke to me Teeth biting that luscious bottom lip Something grew in me like certain magical beanstalks And of course I had to climb that. Baby when you touched my hand You steadied me physically Unsteadied me mentally Because you were softer than a Johnsons baby. Baby when you gave me your number The foundations of my soul shook I aint saying you were heavy But you were a weight I’d gladly become Atlas for. Baby when we kissed for the first time I was dreaming It never happened. And aint that a ******* tragedy.

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May 29, 2016

May 29, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC

yasha-harkness

Baby When

Baby when I first saw you I was giving blood Your smile wasn’t even directed at me You made more than just my blood flow. Baby when you spoke to me Teeth biting that luscious bottom lip Something grew in me like certain magical beanstalks And of course I had to climb that. Baby when you touched my hand You steadied me physically Unsteadied me mentally Because you were softer than a Johnsons baby. Baby when you gave me your number The foundations of my soul shook I aint saying you were heavy But you were a weight I’d gladly become Atlas for. Baby when we kissed for the first time I was dreaming It never happened. And aint that a ******* tragedy.

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relinquish your anguish tearing fears of queers from broken enigmas running sideways through your flaccid fears fears of being crushed the life you live coming will make you feel rushed quicker than their needs clutching to the new grounds dreaming of distant horizons burn the remnants bleeding then all your old plush can drag to the floor with pearls, curls, swine before twirls your life will never be some toy in another mans flush flicking twisted sheltered enigmas into quickened glances erupt, don't get taken by your grandparents ideals their luxuries and *** blooms and brooms a diamond-induced numb the cure for AIDS isnt in some gun-filled crumb liquefied dollars injected into magic johnsons thumb ball your body into a swish they send you to space and backboard back for fun but Koch wont let anyone but themselvesilluminatirun so you run, from stairs getting taller and eagles getting balder until youre flat on sunken ground dripping like larder

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC

christopher-ranieri

Diamond-Induced Numb

relinquish your anguish tearing fears of queers from broken enigmas running sideways through your flaccid fears fears of being crushed the life you live coming will make you feel rushed quicker than their needs clutching to the new grounds dreaming of distant horizons burn the remnants bleeding then all your old plush can drag to the floor with pearls, curls, swine before twirls your life will never be some toy in another mans flush flicking twisted sheltered enigmas into quickened glances erupt, don't get taken by your grandparents ideals their luxuries and *** blooms and brooms a diamond-induced numb the cure for AIDS isnt in some gun-filled crumb liquefied dollars injected into magic johnsons thumb ball your body into a swish they send you to space and backboard back for fun but Koch wont let anyone but themselvesilluminatirun so you run, from stairs getting taller and eagles getting balder until youre flat on sunken ground dripping like larder

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Ya Know It REALLY IS... !!! England’s STILL A ***** !!! Linton’s Words of Scripture... Were Those of Honest Pictures... !!! That Showed What It Is... To... Try To Live... Inna’ English Lands... When You Are BLACK... !!! Well Unlike Him... I Was Born And Raised... In A Place That CLAIMS... To Be The... “ GREAT UK “... Well Britain Or England... But Now The Ships Sinking... Because Heads DIDN'T Listen... !?! To... Linton’s CLEAR Vision... Cos’ It’s STILL A ***** !!! A Country FULL of Tricks... And Working Practises... That Makes The Masses SLAVE... To Earn Themselves A Wage... So That They Can Get A Break... From Working For Low Pay... While MP’s Pave The Way... For... CORRUPTION of The State... !!! So These Words Here Are TRUE... !!! ... England’s STILL A ***** !!! If You’re NOT IN... “ Their Crew “... !!! Bureaucrats Who Sit and Plan... How To Tax and Scam... The... Average Man... !!!! And Let’s Not Forget... About... Immigrants... !!! Like Linton Said In His Poem... They Use You... ABUSE You... Spit You Out And Then ***** You... !!! From Legal Tricks... To... Political Stings... That’s Right Like BREXIT... !?!?! Now Ain’t THAT A ***** !!! Political NONSENSE... Causing Folks PROBLEMS... !!! Because of These Wrongun’s... From BRONSONS' To JOHNSONS'... !!! NOT Linton But BORIS... !!! A Chuck With NO Norris... !!! Whose Talk Can Be HORRID... !!! So YES It’s A ***** !!!!! I’ve Just Revamped The Script... !!! From Windrush' To Brexit'... We STILL DON'T..... Fit In... When You THINK And Have Skin... That’s DARK And Marks Cards... of The... Whitest Of Hearts... !!!! UNLESS You Will FOLD... And Do As You’re Told... Like Those Good Slaves of Old... !!!!! From Being Called Lazy... We’re Still Seen As Shady... Because of Things Lately... Like Street Crime That’s CRAZY... !?! Well I Guess I’m That Baby... Whose Now Become Brainy... Who Sees That The Word... ...... “ STATELY'S “... Connected To Hades... !!!! Which Is Where ******* LIVE... !!!!! So Trust When I Say This... Linton... Made The Trip... And Explained The Sitch' Quick... Through His Truthful Lyrics... That Inspired This Script... That’s An OLD... NEW LIK' ... That I’ve... Changed Up A Bit... !!! Which Reflects On The Fact... That..... ... “ Ingland’s Still A ***** ! “...

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Sep 30, 2021

Sep 30, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC

big-virge

'Ya Know It Really Is ! (Ingland’s Still A Bitch)' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 21/7/2019

Ya Know It REALLY IS... !!! England’s STILL A ***** !!! Linton’s Words of Scripture... Were Those of Honest Pictures... !!! That Showed What It Is... To... Try To Live... Inna’ English Lands... When You Are BLACK... !!! Well Unlike Him... I Was Born And Raised... In A Place That CLAIMS... To Be The... “ GREAT UK “... Well Britain Or England... But Now The Ships Sinking... Because Heads DIDN'T Listen... !?! To... Linton’s CLEAR Vision... Cos’ It’s STILL A ***** !!! A Country FULL of Tricks... And Working Practises... That Makes The Masses SLAVE... To Earn Themselves A Wage... So That They Can Get A Break... From Working For Low Pay... While MP’s Pave The Way... For... CORRUPTION of The State... !!! So These Words Here Are TRUE... !!! ... England’s STILL A ***** !!! If You’re NOT IN... “ Their Crew “... !!! Bureaucrats Who Sit and Plan... How To Tax and Scam... The... Average Man... !!!! And Let’s Not Forget... About... Immigrants... !!! Like Linton Said In His Poem... They Use You... ABUSE You... Spit You Out And Then ***** You... !!! From Legal Tricks... To... Political Stings... That’s Right Like BREXIT... !?!?! Now Ain’t THAT A ***** !!! Political NONSENSE... Causing Folks PROBLEMS... !!! Because of These Wrongun’s... From BRONSONS' To JOHNSONS'... !!! NOT Linton But BORIS... !!! A Chuck With NO Norris... !!! Whose Talk Can Be HORRID... !!! So YES It’s A ***** !!!!! I’ve Just Revamped The Script... !!! From Windrush' To Brexit'... We STILL DON'T..... Fit In... When You THINK And Have Skin... That’s DARK And Marks Cards... of The... Whitest Of Hearts... !!!! UNLESS You Will FOLD... And Do As You’re Told... Like Those Good Slaves of Old... !!!!! From Being Called Lazy... We’re Still Seen As Shady... Because of Things Lately... Like Street Crime That’s CRAZY... !?! Well I Guess I’m That Baby... Whose Now Become Brainy... Who Sees That The Word... ...... “ STATELY'S “... Connected To Hades... !!!! Which Is Where ******* LIVE... !!!!! So Trust When I Say This... Linton... Made The Trip... And Explained The Sitch' Quick... Through His Truthful Lyrics... That Inspired This Script... That’s An OLD... NEW LIK' ... That I’ve... Changed Up A Bit... !!! Which Reflects On The Fact... That..... ... “ Ingland’s Still A ***** ! “...

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It’s Christmas morning Not with a well lit Christmas tree decorated with presents at its feet not with jingle bell playing in the background not with the anxiety of getting to open up the presents It’s Christmas morning Not with children playing in the snow and erecting poorly erected “snowmen”. not with peppermint sticks hanging over the burning furnace a plate of cookies and a cup of warm milk was not placed under the chimney for Santa to enjoy because that is not my reality It’s Christmas morning Mother has vaseline dripping from my face. And my lips. And my hands. Because, harmattan dare not make your dark skin white. The only thing your mind sees is yourself In your long anticipated “Christmas clothes” You dare not misplace any of your accessories because mothers wrath would descend on you like an eagle. and what comes after? she’ll remind you of how she struggled to get them. how. you. have. no. idea. they. came. about. It’s christmas morning. you’re excited. elated. fully euphoric. you’re in church. church takes forever to end. no. you’re just anxious. being a show off during this christmas morning is fully acceptable because you waited a whole long year to try on your outfit. it’s christmas morning and now the night time has come you’re anticipating your next christmas forgetting you’re aging. getting old. mother won’t be there to baptize you with johnsons baby oil and vaseline she won’t be there to scold you and remind you how reckless and careless you were for misplacing the accessories she got for you. who do you think will prepare the ceremonial christmas rice. not mother because she’s old. reaping the fruits of her labour. expecting you to take charge. it’s christmas morning it’s. christmas. morning.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:09 AM UTC

Everestnow

DECEMBER 25th

It’s Christmas morning Not with a well lit Christmas tree decorated with presents at its feet not with jingle bell playing in the background not with the anxiety of getting to open up the presents It’s Christmas morning Not with children playing in the snow and erecting poorly erected “snowmen”. not with peppermint sticks hanging over the burning furnace a plate of cookies and a cup of warm milk was not placed under the chimney for Santa to enjoy because that is not my reality It’s Christmas morning Mother has vaseline dripping from my face. And my lips. And my hands. Because, harmattan dare not make your dark skin white. The only thing your mind sees is yourself In your long anticipated “Christmas clothes” You dare not misplace any of your accessories because mothers wrath would descend on you like an eagle. and what comes after? she’ll remind you of how she struggled to get them. how. you. have. no. idea. they. came. about. It’s christmas morning. you’re excited. elated. fully euphoric. you’re in church. church takes forever to end. no. you’re just anxious. being a show off during this christmas morning is fully acceptable because you waited a whole long year to try on your outfit. it’s christmas morning and now the night time has come you’re anticipating your next christmas forgetting you’re aging. getting old. mother won’t be there to baptize you with johnsons baby oil and vaseline she won’t be there to scold you and remind you how reckless and careless you were for misplacing the accessories she got for you. who do you think will prepare the ceremonial christmas rice. not mother because she’s old. reaping the fruits of her labour. expecting you to take charge. it’s christmas morning it’s. christmas. morning.

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