"leroy" poems
Sabayan mo ako sa pagbigkas nito,
Nakakapagpabagabag,
Pitumput-pitong puting pating,
Minikaniko ni Monico ang makina ni Monica,
Ang relo ni Leroy ay Rolex
Bumili ako ng bituka ng butiki sa butika.
Eto ang mga pampilipit dila na naalala at kinalakihan ko
Ang saya bigkasin,
Kasi alam ko na ang bawat pantig, ang tamang pagsambit
At tuwang-tuwa ako bigkasin sa harap ng mga kaibigan ko
Ipinagmamalaki kasi kaya kong sabihin ng diretso, at hindi nauutal
Siyempre, noong una, pumilipit ang aking dila
Ilang beses pinaulit-ulit, hanggang sa masabi nang tama
At ayun, kinaya kong sabihin
Pero sa lahat ng narinig at nabasa kong pampilipit dila
Tila bang 'di ko pa rin kayang sabihin sa sa'yo ang mga salitang
Mahal, kita. Gusto, kita.
Na para bang sila ang mga salitang pinakamahirap bigkasin,
Kahit siguro ilang beses ko ulit-ulitin hanggang sa masabi ko nang tama
Parang hindi ko pa din kakayanin.
Siguro mas kaya ko pang sabihin sa sa'yo ang mga pampilipit dila na naaalala ko,
Nakakapagpabagabag
Nakakapagpabagabag ka sa pagtulog ko
Kakaisip kung anong mangyayari kung sinabi ko sa'yong gusto kita.
Kung anong mangyayari, pag nanligaw ako o pag naging tayo na.
Handa akong protektahan ka sa pitumput-pitong puting pating.
Alam mo ba ang relo ni Leroy ay Rolex?
Sana alam din niya ang oras ng uwi mo, para maihatid kita,
Sana alam din niya na tumitigil ang oras tuwing nagkakasalubong ang ating mga mata
Sana alam niya ang tamang oras kung kailan ko ba dapat sabihin sa'yo na mahal kita
Nauutal sa apat na pantig,
Na hindi ko naman alam kung gusto mo bang marinig
Mahal kita, mahal kita, mahal kita.
Ilang beses inulit-ulit bigkasin habang papunta sa'yo
Baka sakaling masabi ko pagdating ko sa harap mo
Pero nang nakita ka na,
Para bang nabura mo ang lahat ng bokabularyo na alam ko,
Nakalimutan ang tamang balarila,
Nakalimutan kung paano mag-salita
At nang lumampas ka,
Nanghinayang. Sayang.
Tatanggapin ko na lang na
Siguro hindi lahat ng pampilipit dila ay kaya kong bigkasin
Mas-mabuti na lang siguro na,
Hindi sumubok, hanggang sa makalimutan ko nang sabihin sa'yo
At mag-aantay na lang muli
ng isang taong
hindi pipilipit ang aking dila
Kapag sinabi kong,
Mahal na mahal kita.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
On the south side of kelso if it's there that ya choose to go
Well if its there ya go then ya just gotta know bout a man named tweaker joe
Now tweaker, he's a scrapper and if ya go down on his door
Don't you worry about wakin him up. He aint slept since 74
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than a five eared dog
Now tweaker hes a scrapper and he likes his shiny things
And he likes to see what fun he has by the chaos that he brings
He got a custom BMX bike with a flashlight on the grill. He got 32 lb of brass in his pack, he got a dope bag in his shoe.
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
NOW Friday bout a week ago Tweaker scrappin cars. But at the end of the alley sat a cop named Thurman and ooh dat cop looked ******
Well he cast his light upon joe cuz Thurman had a plan
Tweaker joe learned a lesson bout messin with a future Sherriff man
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
Well the 2 men took to runnin and hes dragged down to the jail
Joey looked like a wrung out tweaker with a couple of teeth left
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
horns squawk
rainforest avenues
exoskeleton
of cars
arteries clogged
with unlovely taxi cabs
fat green fruit
for sale
five languages
merge into a knot
hisses kiss vowels
kiwis apples pears
black guys basketball
debt rises like blood pressure
stocks tumble
but we walk
brogues clop on concrete
count brick after brick
sun cascades
over roof slates
mind cracks in slabs
(you say
Monroe stood here)
heat quivers
men are dominoes
suits for the office
a funeral
designer sneakers
daddy paid for
pigtails cheap thrills
violet octagons
on a stranger’s neck
(behind the closed doors)
today
I drink purple water
aubergine lips
remind me
of a Tuscany Superb
list the names
Houston Charlton
Leroy Sullivan
Perry Cornelia
Dominick and Jane
(ladders lead
away from me
close to
you)
and back again
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
The glowing jacinth sun was just beginning its descent,
casting long, flittering shadows on horse and rider alike.
Although the horse was young, he walked
with an air of importance,
like a racer entering the track.
As the playful breeze rustled the viridian leaves,
his muscles tensed.
He perked up like a toy soldier,
watching the purpling sky with wary eyes,
the amaranthine clouds reflected in those deep sable orbs.
As he trotted about like a fairy,
his russet coat shone vibrantly in the setting sun,
a body of twinkling rubies set in amber.
The sprite padded softly on the ground
with the delicate nature of a hummingbird,
he had a stride like a river of sweet milk and honey.
The chestnut dreamer skipped across the ground
like notes across a page,
his song light and airy.
he tiptoed and pirouetted,
his three pearly stockings dancing
like the melodious keys of a piano.
Her cinnabar savior bounded over the fences
like a prancing stag,
and his dainty ears pricked forward
as his chocolate-brown eyes fixed on the obstacle ahead.
As he jumped, he lit up with a bravery
that could have been felt all throughout the arena.
Had the two not been alone,
the entrancing sight would have been easily able to charm his way
into the hearts of even the stoniest of onlookers.
With a gleeful snort,
the sunny gelding seemed to fill the air
with good-natured laughter.
The rider reached down to give him a pat,
and he brightened at her touch,
the pet like a kiss on his glossy ginger neck.
And as the last of the daylight filtered away
into the velvety mazarine sky,
his neck stretched down and his walk slowed.
Satisfied with their ride, the two made their way back inside,
surrounding by the growing darkness.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
She had
Big luscious
**** ******* lips
Scrumptiously
A ***** *****
With tattoos
Across her ****
And an ***
That any man
Would kiss
Despite
The ***
And the ****
Already on it
She had sass
And would *****
On *****
As her mascara ran
But she wasn't sick
Her every ******* tear
Immaculate
She was a submissive
So dismissive
When you hit her
She came
And begged
For another
With her
Bloodied pucker
Of mucked lovers
She was a nasty *****
Leaving lipstick
On rich boys
And Leroy's
And she
Would ****
Or ****
Just about
Anything
To get lit
As she elongated
Her words
Like a *****
Southern ******
Slurring her verbs
With dead birds
In her hand
And fear
In her heart
She fanned
Her flames
And scrubbed
The stains
From predictable
Strangers
Strangling her
While getting ******
From every angle
Dangling her soul
In her mangled holes
She cried
And cried for more
Reap and sow
The *****
From her nose
As every man knows
To blow as she chokes
Such a beautiful throat
And that walk
That walk of a *****
That every man adores
That other girls
Only wished for
And she loved it
The attention
The erections
The affection
The infections
She was addicted
To ****
And knew it
She was a ****
Strutting her stuff
Letting her **** out
Of her blouse
Just to arouse
The curiosity
Of your spouse
And wreck
Your house
She couldn't get enough
She'd eat your girl out
Before getting ******
She was down
For anything
Or anyone
A **** ** bag
That we all
Tagged twice
Once for fun
And once alive
I was her life
She was my wife
She was a
kick in the face
Away from fame
And she would
Say anything
Anything
To get away
Until she
Didn't
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
I write this because you have change my life
You came into my life just as I needed someone to talk to too
And now you are sick.
You are the greatest thing in my life and
No matter what I will remember you always!
As I write this I listen to you sleep and listen to your sisters
sleep and wonder around and eat.
If only you can come back and feel better, tomorrow.
As I write this, I am crying because I can't let go of you.
You're my baby and you help me though so much, you and your sisters.
I love you my dear Patrick!
You are more than my pet ferret, you are my friend!
No matter what happens you will always be with me.
And if you do go to that special place, Please tell Leroy I say "Hi" and how I miss him.
Until the day we part I am praying and hoping you will get better
So you don't have to leave me this soon.
I love you baby boy! I am so glad you came into my life.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC
Got to get my Gogeta on
Time to go the cheetah runs
Beast mode I ain't cheeto
I'm cheetor
Turn the booth into Hogwarts I'm Dumbledore
My flow deep you rappers seas shore
I'm great in my own greatness what I need to compete for
Leroy kno I shonuff
I'm like Bruce Leroy with the Mic an dey Nunchucks
**** Ghostwriters ima Ghostbuster
My ghostwriter ain't even been discovered
Ha my spirit even more structured
So now you know who write these
See my spirit my Siamese
But I ain't Chinese
I wipe off blood on the Mic with a handkerchief
See I'm an endangered species
I'm rare only a few breeds of mine that ain't extinct
A TRIBE of mine an us them don't synch
It ain't a jinx
Never will I try to create a hybrid with these creatures
We could never have the same features
Being rare is much more easier
To be in this wildlife
I'm like how an lion would write
I hate the darkness cause I'm the son of the light
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
Untouchable, you was playing your bass guitar.
Like Steve Miller's singing about the Gangster of Love.
You brought that image to the Ohio Players.
After the group transformed from the Ohio Untouchable.
If Sly Stone, was proclaiming to take people higher.
You got them there singing upon the song Fire.
A musical theme that's still rocks today.
With the soul of your vocals on lead.
With your 'fro hung down upon your face.
Only few could comete against you.
Shame, you never recorded a song called "Sugarfoot Blues".
I'm sure that bass rhymic playing would blew the the fans apart.
While many limited minded music expert called you a soul god.
To many fans, you were a African American rock star.
Jimi Hendrix, stands out.
Excep that's on the electric guitar.
Similar to Larry Graham, you was too dangerous to mess around.
Like riding that Love Roller Coaster.
I didn't want to touch the ground.
Cause I want to be free to enjoy the breeze.
Brother Leroy has been called to the supreme kingdom.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
the entire platoon, lost
even Leroy--all said he had the “shield”
in this field, he must have let it down
all six foot four of him, on the ground
beside him, Tony from Brooklyn
Fresno Frankie, all
the lieutenant, in motionless repose
his head resting on Leroy's ribs, his short blond hair crimson
from the base of his skull to his ears, color courtesy
of Leroy’s grated gut
not one sound
why had they not bayoneted him
with the others....he saw one standing over him, leaning
down with his AK-47, moving as slowly as the minute hand
on a giant black clock
where was the sun
after all these hours among the dead
hadn't the earth turned, or did it spin into a sky
where Helios had vanished, superfluous now
on this lifeless plain
still, in this darkness he saw
one by one, his sleeping brothers awake
yet drenched in blood, arms outstretched,
mute while they drifted upwards
in ribbons of soft, silent light
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Dear leory
The day you walked into my life you changed everything.i should not love the way you sneak up behind me and steal a kiss but i do.we should not be alone but we are.as you look at me i know whats on your mind.everytime you touch me it ends up in our cloths scatter every were.i love the way you run hands up and down my back.you bring out the woman in me all the time.just to feel our bodise swaying together brings a pleasure words can't explain.as you kiss my neck i close my eyes and get lost in the moment.leroy you make me want so much one night is never enough.your not just my best friend or my lover.everynight i thank god that he sent you my beautiful husbend called leroy.
From your loving wife
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Just seeing that dumb red hat
gives me the Heebeejeebees,
the Holy Camoleys,
I get the *******
the John B. Scrotes,
I feel Ben Carsoned,
as if I've been Rogered in my sleep
by Quasimodo & then been forced
to pleasure the Seven Dwarfs,
I have the shivers,
I plead repugnance,
I share the odium,
I experience that near frenzied disgust
as left by a cold slug traversing one's
naked arm in the dank moonlight,
when that oh so ridiculous red tractor
hat is worn by men who have
chauffeurs & bejeweled
golf carts,
& look like a fat cat's fantasy
of a fat cat,
to Make America Great Again for that matter
maybe you have to go as far back as Sitting Bull,
Red Cloud, the Shawnee, herds of bison,
counting coup, & eagle-feather headdresses,
Making America Great Again does not in any
way involve Leroy from the hills feeling better
about his race or Donald J. Trump coming
forth as some sort of Poor Man's Moses.
I hate that stupid hat!
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
you are a sacred space
art
all art
is a reflection of environment
environment inside
environment outside
you are a sacred space
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
Kamala sunbathed
****** art
where in
heart she
fly to
virtual beach
in LA
so Leroy
fell and
took her
task there
in Philadelphia
her adherent
of folk
from downtown
here and
ole USA
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:45 AM UTC
New years eve, could be ******
You see I wanted to go to a new years eve party
Back in the year 1995, I wanted to celebrate the good old year
Where Carlton won the flag, I booked in to go to the Wests Rugby Club party
And, I was looking forward to it, yeah I was a real smartie
I started the night having dinner with my folks, and after dinner
When the doors opened, I went into the room
Where they had the new years party with the cool band who was called Electro
And we all danced to songs like Rubber Ball, Leroy Brown, Teddy Bear and the Bohemian Rhapsody, yes we all had so much fun
They played so many other songs, and yeah I was certainly getting down, yeah
Then they played some AC/DC tunes like highway to hell, you shook me all night long and TNT, those songs were cool and I practiced my headbanging to those songs, yes it was totally cool, dudes, and after about 1 hour he started playing party music
Like Ice ice baby and achy Breaky heart, I want you back and a Cold Chisel song, Flane trees, yes I loved them, and after that,yes there were songs like
Runaround sue and when midnight hit we played prince's 1999, but we said 1995, yes we had fun that night, you know partying to every song
And chatting up every chick, and also really letting our hair down low
And after it was over some people got worried that I was alone o. New years eve
And then I won a bottle of champagne and one man wanted to **** me
Yes, I know what he was saying, I ain't a mallakka, I have to lay low
For a while, and only go out to fun events, for families
And yes, I am still happy, cause I had a cool night
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
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Been to the MARKETPLACE with you
///
( trying to sell our souls )
••
If I could only **** Madonna I'm sure the
Level of my creativity would go
WAY up
But that won't never happen
So baby?
HOW ABOUT YOU ?
///
I mean
You know you always say
Just how much I mean to you
And how you see my suffering
And how you'd die so I might be saved
Well
Now is the time to prove
You
Mean it
Now is the time
To simply place
Your body on the line
••
You know I' ll be true
That I ' ll stay the entire night
And the song I write
Will be
Dedicated to you
////
To you baby !
To you !!!
••
And when you see me on the magic aisle
On the red carpet you ' ll
Know my smile
Shall contain a memory of you
//
So baby let's get down to business
Take it off this very instant
Let us get my juices stirring
There is hit song gently growing
And it needs just one exploding
Inside some babe and
Here you are !
And you said you'd be there for me
You would never try reform me
And now I shall always
Be grateful to you
//
Grateful to you
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Under a raw red dusting of sky
stands the old man's dream.
"Colts want breaking, first thing,"
he says, chewing his words like fatback.
The mare stands mute within her stall,
neighing softly for her son.
The old man grabs the bridle of the colt,
leading it down the slope of the corral-
But the beast is having none of it.
Electric is the blood within his breast,
a living wire of flesh. He stampedes
through the dirt, dragging the old man,
the rope's harsh friction slashing at his palms.
I see the colt, now fully charged,
tearing through the fence,
a frail and helpless wire electrified.
"Leroy!" I hear my mother cry behind me
as the old man tumbles in the dust.
*** over teakettle," grunts the farmhand,
gnashing at his plug like fodder.
Ripped and bleeding, the colt's flank lies open.
"Aw hell," my father says, as he lies,
benumbed, covered with dust,
under a raw red dusting of sky.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
.../;;( little Leroy __ his is a life that doesn't matter )
-- ( just like yours ) --
.//.
The old cabin in the woods
Along the dirt road
Just past the ole gas station
Where you can buy maps and old cigars
)(
The hard breezes
The truth of life my friend
Is that the rich man wants to **** you
||
The truth of life dear girl
Is that the rich boy is gonna **** you
And that we all will live in poverty
•><><><•
Lazy day
In the alley way gangs assemble
Just like kids did once in the park
•
******
•
The cabin in the woods
//
Hello Poetry
//
Freedom
//
Everybody grab want you need
It's time to cut the ******** and come home
X
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC