"poundin" poems
Reggae night, rasta night,
Blunts are rolled, tru de night.
Round young spliffs, rolled so tight,
***** and ****** hit me so right.
Smoke in heavenly peace,
Smoking in heavenly peace.
Reggae night, rasta night,
Island boy, raised up right.
Radiant beams from thy holy ****
All night long, we be singin' dis song.
Poundin' dat kush so hard,
Pounding that ****** so hard.
Reggae night, rasta night,
Slappin' de bass, it's quite a sight.
Kush smoke climbs to de heavens above
Jaco greens out, Hallelujah.
Reggae the Savior is born,
Rasta the Savior is born.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Sounding like some wild soundtrack
to a Spaghetti Western starring
none other than The Clintster,
it were rolling in good vibes
with the peeps taking selfies
with the band for a backdrop.
Two horns poundin' out
a happening grove,
with a bass player all of
four foot nothin'.
with a cool round sound.
It was cookin' alright,
hours after midnight,
a Halifax sextet hinting
of Tom Waits and the The Bob man.
I yawned, I looked around,
all those sweet tarts in their skin tights.
I yawned again, shook my head
as the band was covering Ray Charles...
I yawned again and again
and realized I am too old to party hardy.
But still... 'I can hack it'.. the last thing I said
as I headed out the door, homeward bound
In a January breeze that had a hint of Spring.
end © 2014
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Slap da bass right up mon.
Slap da bass down low now.
Bump ya sweet ting a little closa.
I just wanna get to know ya.
Gettin' all blem on ya vibes.
You gettin' knocked down by mine.
Bend down, turn 'round, back it up right.
Wanna puff what I'm puffin' all night.
Me nose burns with wit smoke.
Me body's empty, waiting for ya touch.
The bass is slammin' in me ear drums.
The bass slappin' makes me face numb.
Beat poundin' as I slide over
Boombastic rydems like no otha'.
You da noicest ting I ever did see.
Lemme take ya home. Slap da bass wit me.
Slap it riiiiiight up
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Worry a'creapin
Confusion sets
Nerves are startled
Fear Upsets
Minds a racin'
Thoughts implode
Face is flushed
Fear Explodes
Hearts a'flutter
Chest tightens up
Voices stutter
Fear Erupts
Hearts a'poundin
Sweat then rolls
Panic resounding
Fear unfolds
Deaths a'loomin
Dreads attack
All consuming
Fear is back
Peace a'buildin
Calm ensues
If Gods willing
Fear defused
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
Tornado sirens’ firin’
Gives your runnin’ shoes the news
That stay’n inside is such a slide
To be fit you pay your dues
Feel the ground a-poundin’
’Neath those skies of green so mean
Inclement weather lives forever
But you will quit, like a machine
Slanted rain’s a pain
Soaks you to your skin so thin
In this world, so brave unfurled
Only bright for those who win
You get no bornin’ warnin’
Of the times to come so glum
’Tis a mission for magician
Strike with lightning, then succumb
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 3:46 PM UTC
... moving along from Chronicles of a Big Fat Yellow Bootay - (as the title)
She skidded
up SO close,
to that big fat bus,
with the big fat yellow bootay
that was in her way,
that no more than
the width of
a hair
stood between
em.
Long rubber tracks
and patches painting the
road.
Her tires worn thin,
she started to grin.
This big fat bus
with his big fat yellow bootay
was heard to say,
"Whoa,
slow down there little
darlin’.
What’s the big rush?
You almost crashed
into me.
And that quite possibly,
most entirely possibly,
could have,
led to
the end,
for both me,
and for you.
And by the way,
exactly where are
you supposed
to be now?
What are you doing
up in this part of town?"
Oops!
Wrong big fat bus
to be running
into.
She mumbled
her sorries,
threw herself
into reverse,
and high-tailed it
out of there
right quickity quick!
her heart was a beatin',
her heart was a poundin’,
THIS was living!
THIS is what it
felt like
to be
ALIVE!
Really alive!
and not driving along at
STINKIN' 25!
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Thy eloquent beauty
shines through
end
s
Agape
Authentic
Anamnesis
Thy thirst for Knowledge
is
an ineffable well
yearning for rainbow crystals
formed in round drops of the purest waterfalls
We both share this Thin'
To our strings
Acquainted
_ _ _ _
_ _ _ _
My oldest friend
My blood kin(d)
''Eagle Feathers''
My silence speaks of Love. . .
so
Listen Tenderly to
Effervescent Spiritual
Winged~wisdom~Warrior
Within the s~Light(est) memory
our chests are risin'to
THE RHYTHM
breathin' proud prairie Airs
Poundin' as One
Ridin'
By my side
Gallopin' like the Wind
Be brave beloved brother
I'll cherish Thee eternally, as
Cherry Bears Berries
"Small Paws"
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
I got new friends
Who told them?
Go use him
He works hard for you ends, To meet,
his life ain't compleate
They think sellin dime bags
Beats your poundin feet, or ****** hands, or avoiding uncle sams deadly reach
Only my real friends can see, even though sometimes they can't be, and I can't be, like we used to be, family, I havnt seen them since I last cut my christmas tree, but sometimes they call and that's when I see new friends may act right
But real friends, They Will Be
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
weeding garden, beg your pardon
I ain't nappin, doin garden rappin
weeds are goin down to the sound
of the radio poundin,
careful so the fork don't go
straight into my big toe
got seeds to sow, watch them grow
add some rain and some sun
before the summer's done
eat them all one by one
then they'll be crackin, in nature's wrappin
but now refreshment's what is lackin
nettles stinging on my skin
time to go in, quit this thing
'cos it's energy sappin
and I gotta stop this stupid rappin
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
Poundin' my taxman's door f'dear life
Kickin', screamin' and wavin' my knife
He took all my money
my house and my hunny
But hell, why won't he take my wife?
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
As others feel an ebb and flow, a swayin’ with the breeze,
I find I fight to sail an’ row in high an’ swellin’ seas,
The lightnin’ fawks tear through the skies, an’ thunder clouds roll black,
The waves claw up to claim my life, an’ rain devoirs my raft.
I’m thrown around the dark abyss, no light to help me home,
I’ll not be found, I’ll not be missed. I spent my life alone.
As others struggle in the rain, but always find the sun,
I find for me there’s only pain – a pain I can’t outrun.
My futile cries meet wailing winds, an’ vanish in a beat,
I near capsize, I near give in – I’m famished an’ I’m weak.
Soon sounds of turmoil dull an’ wane, the hour has arrived,
The poundin’, tearin’ tides have faded. Silence falls around.
An’ peace befalls the thunderous scene – first peace since I was born,
An’ sleep besets the core of me. At last I leave The Storm.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC
broke her heart did he
there was no time to think
was it her fault thought she
a glass of ***** was her drink
was it the glass that he forebid
or the slip of her tongue and sadden face
for told a huge lie is what she did
her heart in her ears poundin at a fast pace
tears ran down her cheeks from her eyes
she dare not look at him any more
for it was him that she despize
that's what she was drinking for
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
lonesome for the country
i need to get outta town,
with this city
in for a penny
in for a pound.
i need to get back to my roots
i wanna fill my boots
with some hallowed cuntry sound.
a skate board flys by
clack-clack on every side walk crack,
same rhythm same rhyme
as that lonsome long snake
rollin' down the line.
movin' up the steel to a muddy sky.
a pedal steel wails as a cop goes by,
72 chev malibou sails through a red light.
on every corner you have to look left,
you have to look right,
you can't go lookin' up the steel to a muddy sky.
this city she has her shades of blue,
a man on the corner with a national,
two hands poundin' out a delta groove..
head tilts back sings you godda move,
you godda move,
movin' up the steel to a muddy, muddy sky.
© 2005
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
rapping with rappers on the radio
filling the gaps with extra lyric
mapping the sappy way they pretend
and offering 16 beats a breath like a boss
rick ross looks lost when handed floss
and jay z is crazy lazy in May, maybe cause Beyoncé’s
bounce house lacks compressed air
and the weave in her hair ads to the growing despair
like Dr. Dre cares about flared out khakis while Rakeem’s
grill gleams like flava flavs time piece –
b-boy stylin while in the dance hall
and balla’s with creased collars
throw dolla’s at bithces locked in the twerk
jerkin off in the corner lil kim seems thin
since aids came to play
and fat joe and heavy d sit with harps
lookin down at the crowd jumpin around
they floatin on **** clouds proudly
snoop’s pound frowns at clowns
tryin to be down
but really just hangin around
like the Mississippi mounds
poundin ***** like Tupac on acid
and that lil goblin from hotlanta
actin like he steady mobbing
they robbin the hood for goods and services
while talking **** to easily impressed suburb kids
acting like they got a message
but only KRS got anything to say
and that was just the one time
chuck d and that insane griff
talkin mad crap about gay rappers
and casting couch happenings
has me reacting like maybe I need to a new faction
cause I ain’t into none of eminem’s new action
and poor ole busta
nuts bein busted
in those funky *** dreads –
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
I'm sittin here, feet clear in front of me, nearly dead, gettin head eyes closed, why cant i see, wonderin the **** have you done to me.
nose bleeding like a little *****
quick wipe
All hyped, grab my knife quick fight turns up with eight dead bodies **** not my hobby, take em out back breathing, hardly. Cry out ****** fall to my knees, redundant i see, heart poundin thunderous beat, unconscious i preach, ******* nonsense, grab a knife stab a ***** with no common sense.
Just a little tense, hope i dont make a mess, clean it up or confess.
**** it
Take a little breather
Bag em up drop em off quiver
With fear my dear its just as hard over here, stumble near an open beer down it quick passed the tip quick pour up, seconds done before i even heard the thud
Bodies all gone ******* screamin better run.
Done.
Hardly tho
Gettting dizzy walking slow.
Hobos getting blown by some dusty hoes
Split gone past it tho, hit a taxi and dash it quick, ****** off slash some ***** bust caps as quick, just hoping to get hit with some bullets and **** stab myself bleed black blood, air, ive got none,
Death will never come
Stuck here in this mind set
I wake up in a cold sweat.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
My brain is stuck in cruise
And sometimes I get lost
Lost on words and emotions
Stuck on what I should be feelin
Head poundin and medication low
My brain is stuck in cruise
Just goin with the flow
Maybe I am addicted
Or maybe this is withdraw
But baby I am stuck
Stuck on words to stay to you
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
Man on the moon, was
My brain is Swiss cheese
And I wish these
Hands were in yours or ya jeans like some miss mes, wish U missed me,
but you're missing
And I'm listing, no I'm drownin.
Soaking in the liquor I be downing
Poking in ya liver when I'm poundin
Mixing macaroni mushy sounding
But I digress. Slight sad spell but I'm not depressed. Ight n well just must address it
I just wish I could undress ya
Smoke 3 jibs and ya never felt better but that **** this **** only last 30 minutes
Order dominos.Alfredo, nochicken.
order Olive Garden, cavitapi w the bacci
pardon , maybe tiramisu
through tears All I'm missin is u
Through rear view all I'm seeing is moon
Through windshield all I'm seeing is moon,
all I'm seeing is moon
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
Chest thighten, heart poundin', every time I think of you. Your heart, your goofy smile, things I love, things I desire.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
No end in sight Afghanistan
Still burnin’ flags out in Iran
Chinese steel grip
The Fuhrer’s fist
Still poundin’ on the podium
As Appalachia still succumbs
To ethnic cleansing *****
Peace-keepin’ like a North Korean
Sleepin’ on a Puerto Rican
Leakin’ all the in between and
Still you people think he’s speakin’
For the huddled masses, middle classes?
Cuttin’ taxes
For the battle axes cashin’ in
On truth denial gasses
Maskin’ babies bodies buried in
The Stormy normalcy
And no apology for Johnny
See why Colin took a knee?
Or did you miss the racial murders
Every single ******* day
I guess you missed the homelessness
Or the unequal gender pay
And when the kids take to the streets
You shut them up with adderall
Then seal them up behind a wall
Until their world’s a shopping mall
And then the Columbine each time
A new disorder
Breaks the mind
Until the Nero anti-hero
Comes to muse of its decline
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
Wasn’t always like this
Hands shaking,
Heart a-poundin’,
I wasn’t always like this
Struggling
Just to take a breath
I wasn’t always like this
But now I’m trying
Not to drown in myself
Wasn’t always like this
Please hold me
Together
So I don’t break even more
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC