"opps" poems
In my late teens I would wonder
What is The Purpose of Life?
What should I Value?
What is truly Good?
But now at sixty six it seems so clear:
Life per se is what matters.
The wonderment
Of selves
That know they are selves.
Of sentience married with intelligence.
The miracle we call Life.
At nineteen I said
That the First Priority
Was Survival.
I wrote a thing called “The Bedrock”
To grow this theme.
And what was it that had to survive?
It was living beings
Nurtured by Mother Nature.
I am a “Lifist”
If you will:
Cherishing all that lives.
Humanist Plus
And more than Conservation.
Health and Wellbeing
For The Common Good.
A touch of Socialism
And Equal “Opps”.
I coined the word “Positivism”
To sum it all up.
Is this all poetry?
Maybe not.
But the greatest poem lies all around us:
The very world and universe
In which we live.
Paul Butters
© PB 18\2\2019.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC
Di ko inaasahan ang naibigay **** saya,
Dahil ang inasahan ko ay ang pagiging panandalian mo.
Kasama kita sa maikling panahon,
Napaka-ikli, tila kisapmata, lahat nawala.
Mga pagsasamang nahinto dulot ng isang tuldok,
Tuldok na nagsasahad ng pagtatapos.
Oo, ang sakit na di na magkakaroon ng dalawa pang tuldok…
Nagsasaad na mayroon pang kasunod ang lahat at di pa tapos
Kaso wala na, tapos ang lahat dulot ng isang tuldok.
Akala ko tatagal tayo dahil napakarami natin kuwit,,,,,,,
Nagsasabing di pa tapos, sandali lang, opps charot lang meron pa.
Pero wala eh, tinapos mo na gamit ang isang tuldok.
Marahil nga hanggang doon nalang ang istorya nating dalawa
Alam ko namang hindi napipilit ang tadhana,
Pasensya na mahal ko kung pangit ang kwentong naibigay ko.
Oh ito na ang huling tuldok at magsimula ka na ng panibago **** kwento.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur,
Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for,
Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor,
Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more,
Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store,
Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for?
Jesus blood stains up on the sheets,
No Zzz's when I sleep,
All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks,
So I'm up in that Anonymous,
Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus,
Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us"
I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz?
My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up,
Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah,
Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper,
Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker!
Hand on the Bud Light,
Fuckin' with my love life,
Sippin' on the suds like,
Toast to the tough life!
This phenix burns,
Born in thorns with alcoholic horns,
Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle,
Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow,
What do I do? Toss it or swallow,
Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow,
Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions,
Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction,
Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions,
Binge drinkin' means no intermissions,
So welcome my beloved inebriation,
Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation,
Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation,
Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation,
If I drink too much I'ma keep it up,
Pinky finger up,
Worried my liver's not weak enough,
Speech slurred so I won't speak to much,
But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff,
Opps I made a mistake,
Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date,
Gotta live with the consequences that I hate,
Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate.
Seems like I'll never get them back,
Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap,
So this is a toast to all the alcoholics,
Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic,
Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic,
And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic,
****
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
I thought my words
would be banned,
too sharp, too shadowed,
too much truth.
I came ready for silence,
but instead—
echoes.
Eyes reading,
hearts catching fire.
Opps…
seems even a
Luziferian whisper
finds its listeners.
Tell me, then—
is it my words you seek,
or the mirror they hold?
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC
What do I have to do for you to trade me tears for water
No I don't need to wash my face
No no no that's not the case
I hold my bucket tight to my chin never to miss a drop
Been trying for years but still I can't stop
Everday there is a new pain to add on to yesterdays
That's wat makes it so hard for me to dry my face
Death everytime I turn n the news
Babies having babies I am just confused
Racial and gang violence still seems to exist
I know you gave me a napkin but this one is drenched
Mothers fighting daughters and fathers killing sons
Young kids not even teens to school they are bringing guns
My heart is heavy for this place called the USA
I'm sorry did I just hear you say that you had water
My eyes red, nose stuffed, and face is just flustered
These drops of sympathy passes my chin and I hear it drio
My bucket is getting full heart is heavy and eyes are stiff
Can I trade you tears for water
Now I know you took your hard earned money
From your hard earned job
And brought that poland spring
But I am running out of tears and there is no more fluid in me
I have cried so much its been days since I have pee'd
Now don't laugh as if what I say you don't beleve
Today just when I thought I could finally dry my eyes
I cane home to emptyness and again my soul cried
She left me again gone in the wind
Opps I missed my bucket now my tear is smeared with this ink pen
Can I trade you tears for water
Tears for water I don't need much
Just enuff to finish feeling this bucket up
No matter how happy I try to be
These tears keep on leaking from inside of me
So can I trade you tears for water because my insides are dry
I need that water so I can replenish my body so I can continue to cry
Please tell my you would trade me tears for water
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:40 PM UTC
For give me mothers if I take another son away
The ***** shouldn't a tested if my ****** wouldn't spray the K
2 the face
2 the point
Hollows in yo temple *****
Leave 2 dents in yo face like some dimples *****
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Ugh
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The devil told me that I'm coldblooded
Semi stoic look on my face n these hoes love it
Ain't got it on me when they shoot imma road run it
Never put trust n no ***** cuz these hoes covet
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Ugh
+
Im like the black mclovin
Wit a wrap sheet 4 days
Tell yo mans cuz he shovin
N if low keep pushing imma have 2 start bussin
'Nother dumb ***** dead in the streets over nothing
Agh
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My mama say that idk about the struggle but she don't know half if the **** a ***** toggle wit
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She only know about a 5th of the **** I did
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N if she knew me she would call me the apocalypse
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Cuz I done did mo dirt then a Lil bit
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N if this rapping don't crack imma cop a brick
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These ****** say they were its at but the fulla ****
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Cuz we the only mfs really taking risk
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When I was 17 I ****** a ***** n she was 30
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They call it statutory **** but I was hella flirty
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I know some ****** out south that'll do u *****
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Razor blade 2 yo face like that ***** birdie
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Ugh
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I gotcho sis on my lap
N yo fix in a sack
Text books on my back
Imma lowlife pirate I ain't even gotta act
N my ****** on attack
Lowlife just relax
Ugh
1+2
N I mean that ****
I was blind 2 it all now I c that ****
Imma show u mufuckaz that u can get rich
If yo friends turn 2 opps n yo main chick flip
Ugh
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
music enters my mind
words come out
spill on this paper
bleed onto my hands
work on your body,
work in the shop
drop
drop
drop
that gotdame weight,
sorry i don't use Gods name
in vein,
in my viens, you'll see my blue blood side.
Come deeper into my lungs,
you'll see my deep breathing sacs.
Dont go deeper, you'll see my brain
my thoughts
my words
my-my-my-
mine. Those words are mine,
and they will stay that way
until I decide when is best to tell you.
Tell you, feel you, I wont use you.
Don't fear the love given upon you.
Music repeating
to keep the beating,
MIA. What? you've never seen me in action?
or is it missing in action?
Do those mean the same thing?
What about Heaven and Hell,
Do those mean the same thing?
One can't exist without the other, so
I guess so.
I stand on my on guesses,
you can persuade me easily,
if you have hard evidence that means something.
Don't waste my time,
I'm on a schedule.
Interrupt and you'll be sorry.
But I invited you, remember?
I said to come swim in my veins,
that doesn't mean I'll let you out though.
Be careful, once your in there,
It's hard to come unattached to some
one big eyed, big sass, big assed
as me.
Opps, dont like my language?
To bad for you, I'm not sorry,
You must have just been overprotected
and under responded too.
Honey, I do what I want with your permission or not.
Don't do that, it makes me too hot.
Dance
dance
dance
like the world is ending.
Jump on my shoulders lets go for a ride.
AK-47, you know what that means?
It means, I got one and you don't,
It means don't **** around.
Love me or don't.
Don't string me like some puppet.
I'll rip through your mastery,
and show the world the fake you are.
Be you,
and see that really,
your not as bad as me.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
La-La-La-La-
choices, choices,
these flowers are hurting,
from the petals I am taking.
This back and forth,
making want to go North?
No, I'll stay, soak,
maybe smoke some some some dope.
Nope!
I want to make the change,
but I seem to be chained.
No ones help, No thanks,
I got this on my own,
I'm strong enough thank you.
This "I'm waiting" ring,
is making me tighter and tighter,
and he certainly is a fighter.
Call me Paul Bun-yun
I do what I want, young-
certainly until I'm dead.
**** you stop messing with my head.
No easy fix,
this is going to take,
more than a couple cool trix.
I, like fingers in my mouth,
feeling **** salty, and sweet.
***** stay back if you don't want me;
(Opps,) on you.
Dancing away the mess,
in my now torn dress.
Stay back, I'm here-
To shake the world-
Gently,
is the last thing,
on my mind,
in my mouth,
of my few words.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Do you really love me she asked. I drew a slow breath
and let this one out." You know I do "
" But you never say it" she said.
Opps I. Hid it again.
Can we just talk about things that matter to you ?
We will do it when I have time.
Opps I hid it again.
Honey what do you love about me ?
Girl, you know all that already.
Oops I hid it again.
Too much stress. Not enough time
Can't make reason out of our rhyme.
Unspoken feelings. A penny for your thinking.
Little white lies witout even blinking.
Is the glass half empty or is it half full.
Too many options and levers to pull. Fading feelings.
Ooops we did it again.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
The criminals are the civilians
And the good guys are the government
Oh sorry I meant to flip this poem around I think I did it backwards opps
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
Flowers mean spring
Spring mean loves
Love means passion
Passion means ***
Opps did i say that
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Better days lie ahead
At least that’s what I thought he said
While on a tour of New Orleans
But what I think he really means
Is things are better than before
Yet we know he should do much more
To rectify the situation
Nola’s still part of our nation
Better days lie ahead
For the homeless not the dead
Whose bloated bodies floated by
In a way no one should die
Cos FEMA wasn’t energetic
Their response was just pathetic
Showing up three days late
Having victims sit and wait
Better days lie ahead
We’re tired of the rhetoric
Just tell us when it’s getting fixed
While his friends are getting paid
He claims real progress has been made
There’s little progress we can see
Being made for you and me
But he says things are going fine
He’s either crazy or he’s blind
Cos progress has been slow to date
And people are still forced to wait
For the help they’re supposed to get
Most of them are at their end’s wit
Trying to figure how to make it
And some of them just plain can’t take it
The levees are still inadequate
And that don’t help us not one bit
Who know when the next hurricane
Will bring flood waters and torrential rain
Better days lie ahead
We’re tired of the rhetoric
Just tell us when it’s getting fixed
He comes down here for photo opps
But hasn’t pulled out all the stops
And mean while we’re still suffering
And wondering where the hell he’s been
With all the help he said we’d get
That hasn’t materialized quite yet
And we’re still waiting to rebuild
To have our empty stomachs filled
But all we get is rhetoric
And that can’t buy us ****
I don’t know and so I’m guessin
But in this there must be some lesson
That I must have missed in school
Call me stupid or a fool
Fool me once but not again
Which begs to ask the question when
Better days lie ahead
We’re tired of the rhetoric
Just tell us when it’s getting fixed
Better days lie ahead
At least that’s what I thought he said
While on a tour of New Orleans
But what I think he really means
Is things are better than before
Yet we know he should do much more
To rectify the situation
Nola’s still part of our nation
Better days lie ahead
For the homeless not the dead
Whose bloated bodies floated by
In a way no one should die
Cos FEMA wasn’t energetic
Their response was just pathetic
Showing up three days late
Having victims sit and wait
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
crunch
opps
directions say swallow
are you kidding me?
Cannot work fast enough
I have swallowed enough
****
paniced
I cannot wait
**** swallowing
I am dying here
crunch
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
Give me butter
Give me egg's
Give me toast
With butter bread
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
How quick would things change if justice was blind
Instead of peeking at the pile of money
Left behind by those with names of wealth
Those who should be wearing black robes
Are instead decorated in cheap dollar store green
Passing judgment to protect predators and ******
Of the right white and boo who
opps I made a mistake... it won't happen again
Ignoring the pain and cries of the victim
Again and again
Just in case you don't know
She too is somebody's child
Whose future is now bleaker
Than that **** you were paid
To keep out of criminal row
And what if all you knew where the facts of the deed
Not the heritage of skin
Or how much his father rakes in
At the years end
Would he have been sentenced as harshly
As those who did the same thing
But whose ancestors where brought here in chains
Forced to work by whip and ignorance and hate
How can I ask this
How can you not see justice
Is no longer blind
Its gaging on dead presidents
While getting
The white right and boo who off
The sword has been dropped
The scales replaced
With cheap stiletto high heels
Smeared lipstick on your gavel
While predator and ****** go free
And nothing is done
As if nothing had happened
But what if it had been your daughter
And not a wealthy mans son
If we all went blind
Then could we bring
This over the counter
**** culture
To its deserved end
Or could it be possible
To see it in its ugly truth
And just stand up
And say enough
Is ENOUGH
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Three girls jumping rope
“One, two, someone's coming for you"
I couldn't help but listen to the old song I used to sing
“Three, four, never open up your door"
I never noticed it had an erriness to it
“Five, six, grab your-"
A piercing sound drums in my ear
Waking up the first thing my eyes see is an old horror movie on TV
“Opps, must have fell asleep."
Click
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
It's Chopin
she plays
her fingers over
the keyboard
practice more
her mother says
Yochana nods
but Benedict's
on her mind
no matter how hard
she tries
his image leaks
in her mind
his quiff of hair
his hazel eyes
his Elvis smile
(so other girls say)
the Chopin piece
fails to move her
her fingers fail her
and she stops
why have
you stopped?
her mother says
missed a note
Yochana says
more than one
her mother says
breathing over
her shoulder
focus on the task
bring Chopin to life
Yochana begins again
her fingers moving
from memory
black notes
and white
the boy Benedict
sitting beside her
in her mind
his fingers copying
note for note
his other hand
out of sight
touching
(she imagines)
her knee
opps sorry Mother
wrong key.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Good Morning America!
Smile bright!
Its the Catholic Church Holiday.
They choose the day of his birthday.
We all ..well most of us ..get the day off
of slavery. .opps I meant work.
To be with family and friends.
To get through the day and not cry.
To not fight.
To not tell that aunt to just **** off.
Enjoy a variety of generous foods.
Stuffing our bellies and singing the blues.
Watching the kids smile as they open their gifts.
That they all had on their wish list.
Seeing my kids get paper bags of socks.
While the others get the larger big box.
I truly tryed..but finally said goodbye!
Now we
Celebrate
without them
New traditions.
Bright new starts...where no one falls apart..
Merry Christmas to you and all your good hearts!
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
Mum says on the count of three
Don't be scared, ok, now we'll try it again on five
Go ahead and take your first dive
Then you will know you are truly alive
Take it slowly and learn to jive
Go hopping from tree to tree
Walk the power and clothes line, you'll be fine
You don't even have to pay for electricity, it's free
Drop down to the grassy knoll, if you need to dine
I hear the wiggly worms are great, this time of year
You'll be alright my smooth gliding young dear
Opps! Sorry son, I forgot to tell ya 'bout the neighbourhood cat
**** RIP my last son, I always forget to mention that
That's the last baby birdy for me, I'm all done.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
Aliens coming
Hurry quick hide
5 mill mph
Hunting all denatured citizens
Citizen world wyld
World tiny not wide
5 mill mph
Scary as ****
All at once
Dissapear a world quick
Creed sing telephones
5 million miles per hour
Super power
Instant last breath
**** no exist
No exit
War wounds
Buried in rubble
****** tired shoveling
Best hope china russia
Dont attack 5 mill mph
Gods real
Want to meet him *****
Die slow
Let all them wiggas know
Blow away opps
Top pilots got
Skys locked
Beam no beamer
White caddy
Dare you
Dont **** a jew
Mention the n word
Erased kings graced
Blessed
No drop gone home
Beep beep showed you
Fair grounds
Comminty service
Clean a table quick
More acres
Won numba 1
5 mill mile per hour
5 mill MPH
Mass destruction
Stay calm
Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 9:28 PM UTC