"minimalize" poems
I will never be
your American dream.
Do not compare me
to your trophies;
they disgust me.
I am flesh
not your meat
I am brain cells
do not exploit me
(It's not working,
it never was).
You blind fool
decide for you
and I for me;
get your nose
out of my junk.
When you attempt to impress me
it doesn't impress me.
What is it
you think you are seeing?
How come that
is what you choose to believe in?
You find it fun
to talk women down
I'd find it fun
if you were no longer around.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 11:56 AM UTC
A list of lost poetry
Lies on my bed stand
and An archive of memories
Rests in your hand tonight
Another sob story
To another break up song
Another solitary cigarette
To another, “I knew better all along”
So, rather than the ladder
I’ll minimalize farther yet
Until I can’t believe in anything
and I manage to forget
She skipped the song
and Got right along to her favourite verse
She said she practiced, but forgot to rehearse
She says, “I hope I’ll be up to par, tonight”
She looked so fragile against my skin
My favourite probably was
The time when I
Believed the lie
What a pleasure it was to succumb
What a pleasure it was to feel alive
What a pleasure it is to say
I forgot to say good bye
She said it’s a control thing
Something that looks grim in the right kind of light
and I’m an eye sore to the onlooker
I guess I never worried much about that
Somewhere between wish I may
and Wish I might
Somewhere between
The fire
and The flame
Somewhere in between everything
I forgot to feel anything at all
I was never what you hoped I would be
but You have to admit, I did try
I tried everyday to give you something to believe
but I understand that some things
Just aren’t up to me
Some things you have no choice
but To sweep underneath
and The floor’s starting to lose shape
Under the weight of things
She knew the horizon, it wouldn’t change anything
We run from our geographical locations
Thinking that our region will change
Our core being
Created in God’s image, we are foolish creatures by nature
We ride on hope that’s never been validated by anything
We dig our fingers into the sand and revel in our pipe dreams
She’s praying against all odds that her rod
Isn’t the one that gets struck by lightening
“I’m not ready,” she said
“How can I let go,
When I don’t even know where I’ve been?”
At the end of the night
She lit a cigarette
She watched her smoke
Billow into the sky
She tucked her laces into her shoes
and Brushed off her jeans
She picked her keys up off the ground
Then she leaned in, and kissed me good night
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
throwing shade
only works
if your receiver
listens to shadows
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
When it’s more than about
A club full of ****
And we run out of toe tags
Or body bags
To identify the dead
And we’ve half mast the flags
Will we face the ***** Low Down
I’m thinking Bozz Scaggs
What you gonna say then
About your right to bare arms
Have you joined the militia
Or succumb to the charms
Or an errant gun lobby
Who don’t give a care
About how many die
As if they’re unaware
Our right to live
Should trump any amendment
Because it’s real basic
And also ascendant
It makes me wonder
Why some are dependant
Upon assault weapons
Like a kind of appendage
When it’s more than about
People some might hate
Or minimalize
Like they’re second rate
I wonder what then
Will be the debate
Around sensible gun laws
See I cannot wait
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC