"leanin" poems
High on the mountain,
I’m all alone,
Sittin’ by the river,
Water splashin’ on the stones;
As mornin’ fills the valley
Where before, the night was hung,
I wake up from the wine
But the pines block-out the sun
And the rain ain’t pleasin’,
And the cold is on the ground,
And strung-out on the byways
All the highwaymen stand round;
And above the crooked timber,
All the whippoorwills fly blue,
And they sing a song so lonesome,
Can’t you hear it comin’ thru?
Or did you decide
That you’ve gone deaf and blind
And I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, you just sigh,
As I wonder why I keep on
Tryin’ to get to you;
it’s no use…
There at your window,
Leanin’ on the ledge,
Y’got ‘em tryin’ to beat the blade
With a nine-pound sledge;
Y’got ‘em workin’ on a building,
Ev’ry carpenter in town;
Well if I had it my way
I would tear that building down
But it won’t get done
All I could ever win’s been won;
And I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, you won’t cry,
But will you try, if I die
While tryin’ to get to you, to
Bury Me in Georgia
Next to you
After all that I’ve been had
You’d think that I’d go mad,
But my anticipation
Outweighs my lack of patience;
‘Cause I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, so
Bury Me in Georgia
Next to you
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Looks like
I took a turn for the worse,
I hit a fork in the road
and caught some kinda Voodoo curse.
If you box the ace of spades
you know your luck is going to change,
it's going to change for the worse.
I got the Devil in my doorway
just a leanin' on the bell.
I know he's not going away
'till he's sure imma going to hell.
These February blues
I do detest, they've taken away
my 'happy-go-lucky' and put me under House Arrest.
So you know, if you box the *****
you're liable to play until you empty your purse.
My Muse she flew
out the back door and she's on the run,
screaming over her shoulder
'It ain't a crime to be unhappy but it isn't any fun.
What's it called,
when you know your place?
Keep calm behind those dark glasses
that hide your oh so easy to read.. poker face.
© 2014
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
You've been on my mind,
Since a very long time.
You've got no clue,
How much I'd loved you.
But then, last night
When I saw you;
I saw you with
Someone new.
You were with her,
Almost all the time.
Oh, I thought
I would lose my mind.
I saw her leanin' on you;
As if you were h e r boo.
And slowly as you kissed her,
I unlearned your name;
And now it's all a blur.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
I spoke to your Guardian Angel,
He Said you were doin' just great,
He said I could visit you sometime,
But I can't seem to fit through the gate.
I want you to know I miss you,
I think of you a lot,
But since you're not here
With me, my dear,
There are lots of things,
I'm not.
I'm not out there workin the corner
Leanin against the wall
Waitin for cash, fixin the ash,
On a pipe I'll smoke in a hall.
I'm not dope-sick and pukin out on the porch floor,
Worried how long till you come through the door.
I'm sorry I couldn't have stopped you
I admit, I didn't try hard,
I wasn't aware when you left me there,
Death was waiting downstairs, in a car.
I know now I couldn't have stopped you,
Or even have made you wait,
Destiny knocked on the door that night,
And told you,
You couldn't be late.
I spoke to your Guardian Angel,
He said I could stop in my mind,
Blaming myself,
Or anyone else,
You were part of God's plan
The whole time.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
I'm.....
leanin' in to kiss you
feelin' your heart beatin'
squeezin' your thigh
movin' in closer
runnin' my hand along your chest
You're.....
reachin' for me
pullin' me near
playin' in my hair
caressin' my cheek
nibblin' at my neck
We're.....
cravin' one another
searchin' to be close
achin' for that moment
joinin' the other in oneness
movin' together
takin' us both higher
achievin' that incredible passion
I awake...
I yawn....
I stretch.....
I moan......
"oh **** yet another sweet dream of love makin' with you~"
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
(First draft)
An authentic smile defeated then deleted long ago, zero chance of winnin' stretchin' all the way back to my beginnin'
It was a genuine expression that slowly melted to an unrecognizable reflection
All pigmentation givin' way revealin' a secondary, ghostly stand in
Granted, it happened in my formative years before I was abandoned due to the mutation
But the impact has been felt through forty somethin' calendars and countin'
A true representation of life's failed mission, I'm guessin'
Not necessarily my opinion but one every other person is holdin', no question
Still wouldn't say it's been a waste but the needles strongly leanin' towards no reason for existin'
An overall lack of position, doesn't seem like I was designed to fit in, that is if my life has been any indication
I manage to make it to and through the proverbial one more day but where's the lesson?
This just feels like non-monetary extortion of a life-sized portion
Take far more than what's given, with or without permission
I'm still in competition with myself, the prize, livin'
The compromise, loosin' myself in a broken system or durin' the transition
The eradication of an inner companion, replacin' compassion with aggression, smooth sailin' with frustration, no direction, no validation
The transition to curmudgeon happened earlier than expected, drawin' parallels from the curious case of Benjamin Button
Not for nothin', the infestation of negative thoughts caused a mutation inside and out, completely loosin' what it means to be human
It's not a lose lose situation, and it sure ain't win win, and any other option, I'm guessin', got lost in translation
But I'm pretty sure somethin's gotta end in order for another somethin' to begin, at least that's what I'm hearin'
Still can't find a reason that justifies the conviction, is what I'm feelin' damnation? Is what I'm seein' my own creation?
It could just be that no matter what I'm not goin' to enjoy the conclusion, not allowed to settle on your preferred endin'
No fat lady singin', just a band playin' as I feel myself sinkin' into oblivion so pardon me for givin' up on salvation
It should go without sayin' but you're waistin' away waitin' for divine intervention, be careful what you use for inspiration
It may not be your intention, but there's no hate like the love of a christian, I'm just sayin'
Pay attention, who you're praying to every day may not be the one listenin'
©2023
Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 3:45 AM UTC
Messy, 'specially on Sundays.
Feet a'shamble from stumblin' drunkhappy.
"It's all good, baby," Blakey yells over the drums.
Bourbon flavored women hard to swallow
with their jagged softness. Smoking section (whites) stares
down dance floor (everyone else) with guilt induced jealousy.
Coltrane's back in Philly studyin.'
Pinstriped chuckle from the Rosenbergs;
kinetic energy giving birth to the cool.
The trumpeter's high turns his tool into a weapon.
The sound briefly stealing him from his demons.
"I'll find a guy when I finish my set."
Black and white televisions: blacks in white suites
Smiling china white for an all white audience.
The movers, to this point, have only been black.
Little hero Harry thinks
blacks and whites should die on the battlefield together.
Everyone's starting to get it.
"That guitar sweeter than my old lady."
Charlie and Miles holding each other's needles
while Thelonious and his hard candy go bad.
Leanin' on bricks in a back alley.
The circle passes the joint around like the good times.
"Just keep em rollin."
The skirts expand and deflate wildly to the rhythm.
Pure sweat melting into the floors like drops of water on roots.
A melody never heard before.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
ive been starin a long time at this body mine
ragged, alien, hollow, watch me give a ****
shattered frames leanin walls, been and gone
talkin times too long
before my shoulder glance got permanent
he says that now i cant quit
starin up from in his pit
i done been done writhing with
but hes right aint he
dont like bein told
where to be
aint heard him since, aint no one
aint none my goals done
hesitate and die, son
it aint about you
bout the goods
lemme getcha eyes pretty blue
got a whole stash upstairs
sleepin with the ***** nightstand
ima take advantage of all this rain
playing the game
and ill see you shakin, chained
to ya fear, past choice, belated invoice
shoulda kept ya ride clean
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:29 AM UTC
Patricians have our best interests in mind.
Administration is impartial, kind.
Keeps us laughin’, keeps us singin’—
And I’m Hildegard of Bingen.
She gets it like she gets the working class;
My head is nodding, up my Marxist ***
White woke wedding bells are ringin’
Happy Hildegard of Bingen.
Government will gladly redistribute.
As our paychecks sing eternal tribute.
Gangsta-leanin, frontin’, blingin:
Chill with Hildegard of Bingen.
Icecaps, like medieval saints, are HOT.
Climate is in crisis when it’s not . . .
Global warning: winter’s springin’
Heating Hildegard of Bingen.
Intersectionality has meaning.
Hormones lie, biology’s demeaning .
Genderfluid queens are kingin’
Checkmate, Hildegard of Bingen.
Transnationals are cleaning up the mess;
Their CEO’s have little to confess.
Silver in the till, ka-chingin’
Profits Hildegard of Bingen.
Hildegard, the Moorish maiden, lauded.
Wokeness smiled. Diversity applauded.
Flames ascend and seraphim are wingin’
To the throne of Hildegard of Bingen.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
The feeling of ecstasy.
That feeling when ur next to me.
Our bodies touch, I must be floating on a cloud.
U make me feel aroused.
I'm so high and I'm never coming down.
This Angels got my heart.
This was the plan for the start.
I'm from a different planet, but u done make me apart.
Of ur ways.
I prayed for better days.
But now I'm cool, like Fonzi on happy days.
Hey, what more can I say.
I'm faded by ur love.
Ur scent is so intoxicating.
Ur smile so breathless.
My addictions lose, when I'm with u.
They say the variety the better.
But with u, ain't no one better.
U belong on the the cover of variety.
Ur radiant skin, on display for the world.
The world in my hands, I'll take u wherever.
Rome, Paris. Whatever.
It may take a few years but we'll be there together.
Cuz I feel (eiffel tower) for u.
U had me leanin (tower of Pisa).
Couldn't get myself together, u picked up the pieces.
But ur love was so sweet, like I'm eating Hershey's kisses.
Ur worth it all. I'll even pay ur tuition.
Me and you together.
We will always pass.
But these love stories ****
So I guess it's f**k u.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
Chop n ***** it to bits
Just mix a little, then taste all da blenz
Dolby two sided cassette re-mix
Plastic record kinds, always my frendz
Trippin' like now, da way dat we do
Ya ***** nor crew just can't explain
Absolute phenomenal my man, whoa!
Leanin' on da switch, gave us instant fame
Doin' it on a regular, everyday
Even city folk can relate, in sum strange way
Slab kings rising from the dead
No motor, no nothin', nothin' but crew
Yellowstone candy, if dats wat ya fancy
Or black, bolly boyz, colored candy
Black sheriff riding ******** along da Southside
Giddy up, Giddy up, never you mind
Drinkin' drank, scissor or lean
Know dat we really can be mean
We in da ***** house, not in **** lockup
Get ya cups, then take a seat, backup
3'N da mornin' we ****
Sippin' on da syrup, smokin' on ya dope
Yo ***** Candy, lick it all up
Wat it does, is it gives da hood hope
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
the only reason i met him was because i was leanin' up against the blood pumping, deafening, wall shaking heartbeat of one of the speakers amongst ceiling lights that looked like gleaming crystals hanging from the top of a cavern with drops of water trickling from them. we might as well have been in a cavern instead of a show in some guy's basement. he snapped me out of my late night daydream with one look and one shot of whiskey and we went upstairs and out to the front porch to the 4 foot tall grass in the front yard.
we sat there for a real long time.
and he had this voice that reminded me of the way it felt to sit on the golf course all night just to watch the sun rise, his eyes were like the jungle and the ocean and a tornado sky all in one and they widened and he grinned and kinda tugged at the edges of his sweatshirt as we talked about random things it turned out we both loved... lefty pitchers, astrology, horror movies, conspiracy theories, how rain feels on bare skin. he was kinda twisted and he was a sagittarius and he smoked turquoise american spirits like me. as far as i knew nobody in the world could replace the one who never left my head for 394 days and 394 nights. ******* here we go again.
i drove off at 1. i was the only girl there and since the day i came out of the womb i have been overly cautious of the fact that i can't spend the night even if i might fall asleep at the wheel and **** myself because i am a medium rare steak in the eyes of those boys and it's better for me to hurt myself than for one of them to hurt me.
"goodnight, spacey" he whispered as he softly pressed his lips against my cheek and i watched through the ***** windshield as he disappeared into an impenetrable fog. i never got the name of the most perfect human i'd ever came across. i wouldn't let it bother me. i wouldn't let it bother me. **** i hate infatuation and what it does. so help me god.
-z. vega
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
by Arcassin B & Wolfspirit
AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,
WS : saw you leanin' against the bar
sippin' apple martinis
lookin' like a star
brothers making those googley eyes
and starin' at those powerful thighs
each one schemin' and buyin' you drinks
wonderin' what a goddess thinks
cruised up slowly with my best strut
talk to you like a lady, not a ****
caught some interest in those big doe eyes
and you took my hand....to my surprise
led me out to the dance floor
popped like passion and encouraged me more
held me close for that one slow dance
now, you got this man thinkin' sweet romance
baby, you look so good in those spandex pants
now i wanna get wit u for another dance,
AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,
WS : later, you said it was time to go
asked for my cell down on the low low
looked into my eyes and stroked my dreads
kissed my cheek and turned and said
"now listen, playa, don't be runnin' no game"
keyed in her number and her name
smiled and walked her to her ride
she had a gold Lexus sittin' outside
knew right off she was no pigeon
but then, i ain't no scrub ....we be largely livin'
then she kissed me warm and deep
said
"dream about me when you sleep
treat me right and i promise, boo
i guarantee i'll be dreamin' of you".
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Old Man
••
Chair leanin back
••
Watching
(You know where)
••
Days are painted pictures
We are the stories
Written there
We like the shadows
Our lovers are the lost hurtin ones
In the alleys
We prey upon them
Upon the weak
••
Old man
Ain't THE MAN
He watches and knows
••
Our tiny souls
Our morbid fears
••
Rivers of blood
••
(We ain't really here
We got no story !)
••
The painted fabric of Day
Fades as we embrace Oblivion
••
Old man
he gone!
.••
A new child is playin
On the roof of the tenement over yonder
Sees the alley and the mountains far beyond
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
That *** in the rickety ole chair over by the alley?
THAT'S ME
----
The kid leanin gainst the wall with his bicycle leanin gainst his leg?
THAT'S ME
------
The lady with the scared child secured in her arms?
THAT'S ME
----
I could go on and on
But....
No need
Look around
I'm always there
&
I
Think
You'll know
Which one
IS ME
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
Dreamless sleeps and dreamin' all day
Wondering where this stops
Leanin' on you, screamin' from the bottom of me
Thinkin' that's all I got
Knocked down again, but I was made for this
The lifting up gets easier with practice
Feels like I'm floating at this point
Noise drowned out with noise
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
T*here was plenty cats who could ****** a quarter offa backboard,*
They used to say up at Happy Warrior,
*But the Goat was the only one
Who could float so long that he could leave change*,
And then they’d slap each other on the back,
Laughin' until they couldn’t breathe.
Some folks still tell the story, old timers—hell, old men now,
But they don’t laugh much no more, because they all know the story;
Ain’t one of those things where people ask Whatever became of...
Like a Boobie Tucker or Funny Kitt, because Earl was a myth, see,
A neighborhood Icarus, but one with moments of doubt
The pusher, all loud clothes and soft smooth voices,
Played Earl and played him to his weak hand.
*College coach ain’t gonna push for no brother
Who ain’t got the grades,
No matter how much lift he got.
Then what, man?
You gonna hang outside the park, leanin’ on the fence,
Some old man whose name used to get you respect?
**** man, you think you can fly?
Man, I got somethin’ make you fly.*
The pusher baited and Earl hit the hook hard;
Wasn’t long before he was noddin’ on corners
Like some old **** wino,
Pretty soon a stint Upstate after he botched robbin’ some bar,
Then a long slow slide until he died.
The Hawk, Alcindor, The Pearl—they knew he was the man,
Best ever according to Lew, and man how he flew,
But the streets have their own peculiar physics
And the rim ain’t nothing but ten feet off the ground.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
im chiseled like prismarine
even my contemporaries gleanin
got me leanin
on my doses
part ya brain waves like moses
separate me from fantasy
you get me bad
down so bad from actors
tv mackin on my lean
its so painful
the madness consume ya
wipe the sweat from ya cheek
ya in my ball pit boy
i got ya by ya underwear
so if ya dare
scream if ya dare
i bare my fanging fetish
make ya scream even louder
and louder little lungs fillin with water
even chumps be leanin over
fetish freakin overloader
keep me creepin
company secrets come a leakin
six score sound beacon
head turnt up for what we seekin.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
I asked the question, where ya bounce?
My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town
She said he was crunk, like out of this world
They were just poppin' the trunk and keeping it real
My boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up
My favourite souljas, now goin' to Angola for a 187 on the third coast
You think she's all that
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da first time she used a ********
She cracked her two front teeth
The third coast is where people get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs
Down in Texas where they wear those big belt buckles and jam to *****
Those cowboys just pop and splash everywhere, over the hood
That's what ya don't know, 'bout da ***** south 3rd coast
They have some crazy **** parties
Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims
Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators
I get my corner boys to sell da home-made ice cream
I'll make sure they don't come anywhere near your cut
I also sell on eBay, a little one kilo of high flyin' kite
I've also tried to sell the sweets on corners of my streets
But the boys try the **** **** before they sell and get so really cromp
I can't have em leanin', ya all know what I be meanin'
You think she's all that
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da first time she used a ********
She cracked her two front teeth
After the show we caught the dude that slapped my sista and made her face hot
But before we wrecked him, we visited the famous White Castle burger spot
Where we ate those famous but small burgers that only cost 35c, cheaper than ***
The popo said, is you trazy, we just smiled and kept on eatin' the lot
The cops tried to grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got?
They have some crazy **** parties
Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims
Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators
Ya gotta love southern hospitality
Depending on where you go in the south
It could be a, ‘Hi, let me get that for you dear’
To, "If you don't stop staring at me I'm gonna shoot you in the face"
So I know the ledge and have got an edge
Over all the other big tymers down in the ***** south 3rd coast.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
Sharp edge of a coldfront
stands west of Dells,
a rigid lead line on a ridge
where the leanin' broke-roof barn
stands ready to take in buckets.
Ain't been scavenged
for old wood yet,
for picture frames,
sold,
where the upwardly mobile,
shop for the quaint, rustic things,
reshaped for authenticity,
and a clipped last year
wall calendar
image of a red barn
in a yellow field,
below a blue
cloudless sky,
following
the perfect rule
of thirds.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
They once had Auction and ***** Sale signs, just up ahead
******* were sold dirt cheap and were going home bled
Branded them slaves, even made ‘em dig their own grave
Southern folk, had bragging’ rights, but not all brave
Did a whole lot more, than work the plantation cotton fields
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past conceals
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if they were to ever astray
They got strong, then blew the white trash away
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze
They then had war and peace signs, just up above
Groupies were told rock hard and don’t go falling in love
Branded them playmates, even made ‘em find more babes
Rock superstars, had bragging’ rights, but not all spades
Don’t know a whole lot more, about what Woodstock reveals
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past feels
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if they were to ever astray
They got strong, then blew the white trash away
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze
They now have entry and exit signs, just up there
Wealthy were told to gate up and don’t go walking anywhere
Branded them snobbish, even made ‘em buy brands online
Ghetto gangsta’s, had bragging’ rights, but not all offline
Don’t know a whole lot more, about what society dreams
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past achieves
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if they were to ever astray
They got strong, then blew the white trash away
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
breathe a little
with me,
open up that chest
a bit, you have time
but not for this,
i can see you coming
back, a ways out
around the bend
with that pretty smile
I've missed,
an' no one out there
as happy to see you
as me, your arms
are leanin' up
a few weeks
done you real good,
so keep walking
keeping on coming
i've been scared to
have you back under
this roof but you never
did care much for theatrics
come home brooke,
come home.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
enter ego
tainting, tinting, spiking
now with its foreign substance
always to manipulate and alter What Is
already natural is only good
One did not think one could improve on God?
Did one think this lie?
Did one account for one’s own blind ignorance?
as if one created something new
within the realm of What Is
Step aside and see your own insignificance,
if you can stand to look -
stand the inferno of your own gaze.
And, if you cannot,
how could you believe you are a king?
A king of what?
The lost.
busy the days working in time
making some nightmarish world
You think you are making paradise?
You are building your own funeral pyre!
Must you go to the bitter end,
dragged and gagged and beaten?
it isn’t a giving up
What have you taken?
In order to give something up,
you must have taken it in the first place.
You have not.
only think it so,
making all suffering seem real.
What is this you have made?
don’t know
can’t see
won’t stop and tell
just keep spinnin
and rollin
and truckin along
leanin in and gettin ‘er done …
To what END?
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC