"readin" poems
It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either.
And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either.
Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging
Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither.
So, folks can jess give up on tryin’
To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar.
After all, it was good enough for my dad
To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
tizz is an uncle, bro and dem richez
i was born viciouz, but always had visionz
a young boy used to build bridgez
between black and white, peace and fight
dreamy adolescence, i spit out whole heavenz
wit my divine essence, all dem "lyricis" be jealouz
but dey just "so called", cause dey so old
tizz grew cold, so not any of dem amateurs won't grow old
i'm so cold, i freeze, **** and stay, then i eaze among dem geez
we live in codez like secret service, dealin' wit burnaz
quick learnaz, sick and sane, our skin is thick,
we don't feel pain, black lion's mane, heaven yeah
no expression can illustrate tizzopish aggression
pay attention! watch out for dat other direction
receive my blessin', kneein' between me and the destined
it's battle rappin', it's slappin' againzt all of ya actin'
friendship versuz rush, some peepz start to blush
when you remind them of valuez, like some bad newz
i'm the man whose bad moodz be legendary, like a legionary
dealin' wit whatz necessary, cause i was born predatory
find tizz shinin' in the mornin' glory and rhymin' a story
readin' diz is mandatory, just anotha category,
stolen from the laboratory, **** am i now swollen,
and all-in like all-night, alright, feed em just a small bite
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
I said
HEY
**** BEARER
HURRY UP
WITH THE CLEANING
THERE'S DISHES NEEDIN TO GET DONE !
...
And
I GOT SOME FRIENDS COMIN OVER
SO REST UP
SOME OF EM MIGHT BE HORNEY
AND THEY LIKE YA
SO BE READY--
----
She said
Ya know
I'm gettin tired a this!
I ain't gonna take it for more than
Another decade or two!
--
GEEZ
I said
Ya musta been readin them liberated
Kids on hello poetry!
They only take abuse two
Maybe three
Years at most
Before movin on ta
Another abuser !
She started cryin
Said she wouldn't read it any more
And begged for forgiveness
I didn't give her none
It woulda just confused her
Bein a mere
**** bearer
Ya know
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
i'm gonna get me
a new set of eyeballs
too much readin'
n writin n stuff
can't proofread
worth a dam
gotta go live my life
not set here n write
now i got me's
a little nut
and she writes
not so slow
i ain't much
fer words
likin the
sound of silence
myself
but this little
new nut
she's kinda a
cute little darlin
so with my eyes
whirling in despair
i slog forth
until they can
be repaired.
i gotta get me
a new set
of eyeballs,
one new set of eyeballs
i'm gonna get
me.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
"who taught you to look so good?!"
says a thought [shot] in the dark.
--- this to no woman in particular but to
all womankind i suppose.
outside there is a dog haranguing me,
saying WOOF (that is, "where d'you get those old clothes?")
i tell him the sally ann but good luck
getting in there, dog . . . he takes off, complaining ---
but i pay no attention to the bellyaching of an old mutt...
"nay," says i there's not a ******
thing of any real importance in this
universal dustbin/save the dharma.
yea i could live in a woodsy cabin
deep down a valley-ay shoutin' "HOOO-EE!!" out the open door
to anyone who comes by and
be thought a crazy young ('ventually old) ******
off his rocker in the trees.
--- and why not!!
chop logs/cook bread 'n brew potsa tea
'n otherwise lead a silent but meaningful old existence
out there with weekend friends/girls/wine/talk.
--- tell all that to a bookish pal
who scoffs:
*"some dharmy of yours, boy. all that work.
where are the café sittings & sunny youthy days of
readin' sutras on a lawn somewhere?"*
"bah," i says. "bah..."
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
*
this poetess known as Elizabeth Squires
with ways of writin' by waves to admire
the one i read here caught my attention
managin' all styles of apprehensions
for i love all of her works she gets penned
i say readin' her poems i find well spent
by her, learnin' beauties of Rosarians
i dared attemptin' to the rotarian
this writin' to her, for she to inspire
seein' as one of my inspirations
it's hers becomin' as musin' impends
bein' it against or pro-contrarian
i am a fan of this amazin' ma'am
hopin' she'll keep blessin' us with her slams
**
..love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 24/04/1437
**
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
Are you worth it?
worth the severing of my heart from my body?
worth the constant wonder of self worth?
or the constant late nights of crying?
or the constant early rising to check messages and end up readin the old ones?
Are you worth the heartache I would gain if I ever opened my heart to love you again?
Are you worth my time of day to worry if you still care?
If you still think of me every moment of your day?
If you still love me too?
Are you worth it?
No, you are definately not worth it.
Not worth the time of day it takes to care about what it would takes to get you back.
Your ddefinately not worth the pain.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
I've been in this for too long I
don't know what has me stuck
on this song. My head keeps
on tellin me to go for it show
her that you can make it rain,
but my heart is screamin' please
please I don't know how long I can
handle your pain!
What to do, what to do?
The truth hurts but the lies
only heal this open wound.
On one hand I see pain and
strife, but on the other I see
a new happy life. I know whats
good for me and I know what its
gonna take to set me free. I just
can't do it.
You might be thinkin' "What the
hell is this ***** doin? I can feel
your pain by just readin your words.
Why stay and keep on loosin?" I'll tell
you why I stay. I'm too stupid to lead
my feelins astray. When I go for some
thin, I bring all my being into it. I hold
nothin back not willin to quit.
It may **** me in the end, but in the end
I know i was the one who tried to make
things blend. You see. I come to you
writing this poem not for a specific person.
I don't need someone jumpin to a conclusion
and turning this into a car collision.
Time heals all, but this heart has been up and
down way to many walls...Its time to open up
a new page in this story and this chapter will
be labled Untitled.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 2:53 AM UTC
i whisper into the void
and wonder if you hear me
you stare into the void
and wonder what's that sound
this is our relationship
these are all our relationships
i hope some day someone
would hear you clear
thank you for readin'
random internet user
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
It's May, of '13, and I
In the eighth, 13,
have to the the ****** SAT.
I'm only thirteen, but Asian, so
like all the other asian kids,
I HAVE TO TAKE THE ****** SAT.
I've been study'n,
readin',
math',
BUT I STILL DON'T WANT TO TAKE THE ****** SAT.
"You're too young to take it...", my friends said.
"Not that I want to," I say
"It's just that I'm asian,
so I have to TAKE THE ****** SAT!"
...
Well, it's almost the first of June,
when I take it,
the MOTHER ******* SAT!
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
Channel 2
Nightly News
Who even knows anymore?
The clink of dishes
Disarray
Discussions a-bout dynamite
Likely to tear my hair out
It's fair to say I'd scare
my younger self
Wouldn't recognize,
or even know how to reply
to the sight of things
Paranoia creepin' in
Might have to do with,
all that research I been readin'
Either tricks are being played
Or something is amiss
in the way you treat me...
Jun 18, 2024
Jun 18, 2024 at 3:51 AM UTC
We’re breathin’ hot air
Talkin’ ‘bout class warfare
But the poor they don’t care
'Cause politics don’t mean nothin’
When you’re needin’ somethin’
To end your despair
They ain’t readin’
Intellectual half-witted bleedin’
Who go home smilin’
It don’t take much thinkin’
For you to be realizin’
The lies ain’t worth chokin’
When you see the same beggin’
On the dyin’ corner
You get to wonderin’
Why do they keep pleadin’
If it ain’t good or is it just somethin’
They can’t stop repeatin’?
It’s a thinkin’ man who knows
That even with nice clothes
You can’t sleep all that well
‘Cause he sees the endin’
Of the ******** dreamin'
He’s been trying to sell
What you can say
Is you really don’t know why
Except maybe you should try
Maybe the poor man is better off
‘Cause he ain’t worryin’ ‘bout pride
Or recollectin' his last lie
They keep pollutin’
And we keep losin’
No matter how hard your workin’
It’s an insider’s creation
And a suckers frustration
‘Cause the chads got no salvation
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
I closed my eyes...
And then his warm hands were felt around my face
He kissed me passionately...
And that made me want to be kept by him.
In this non-existing place-
Where there is no time
I wanted to keep that feelin'
But I never knew we were dreamin...
How did he know where I was?
How'd he know where I lived in my slumber?
I don't know, but I hope he comes… every time…
…Every time I close my eyes
His lips are soft.
His kisses are as light as the flittering butterflies in my belly
My flowers are budding; my lips are swelling
My core contracts
As the rest of my body reacts
At the thought of him filling my void from the back…
Givin’ that *** a smack...
But he still makes passionate love to my body
While he fondles and ***** my mind
He's readin between my lines
His ***** is ink for my pen
I got the juice but he's the gin
His wrath and gentleness is a Holy awakenin'
May my every cell say 'Amen'
Like a kid on the carousel:
Daddy, do it again... (please)…
He makes my water fall
From my ******* ceiling
Down my sugar walls
He takes a taste
He say there's none to waste...
Then he returns to place his beautiful kisses upon my face
Moves knees outta the way
So he can put our puzzle pieces in place
My cheeks twitch and vibrate at the quake of the way we Love Make
Till I clench and he wince till his legs shake...
I love him till he’s weak...
Till he whispers to me: “Open your eyes…”
His presence has caused my wetness
To travel to the inside of these thighs
Now I want to deny
That I am drowning...
In myself....
For I have awakened
Only to find that I’d been dreamin'....
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
**** monkey matchin
No silverbackin plus
Cents crackin
Legin generatin genesin
Kept revelation runnin
War paint tattooin
Dropped nitpickin
Not speaking for all seeing
I's
So **** that ind
Short e pro sent
Ridin' those who drivin'
Securin Isisin icinism
Goin' sketch fhiminism
Not scared to fold my poker
Face ain't evin though these
eight balls(is) grabbin
Yea that much baggin
up cruel indifferent
No difference
Just hook line skankin
Splish splashin groupie
Numeration
Won't color gender but hawk skinned race De baitin'
Outlivin' the momentiun
Bendin those poets brigade in
Coded runaway genius claimin sistym
Bro rexin, t burnin'
Cause Im beatin up
Atom baby momma
Metapen sweepin'
Follow him
Or her or them
Just stay the **** away from
Mygenes aint cells splittin eyes crackin'
***** you know you can hear
Me writin'
No x marks the bar outletin
Find another plug
Or source I'm not chargin
Will en riched by those
Germans who made the mistake
Of breedin' while sleepin'
Ima a boss that don't speak
Keep readin'!
This is
Cobbsland. Stop countin
stars shining in daylight poppin
science whorin metaphorin
Alien abductin
Yea, they love them some black
Womins' shh its a secret (ethnics ethics)
Gullah grainin
Freed my *** so my mind is
No longer trainin ill rainin'
laggin' no cadillac, no car, in my
dents in my
Accents indentin
I'm not from africa muthaphucka
But i represent
Kin clickin against
Genesin.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
*
now this time of year comes again
how these darkest days may wane
'cause readin' through the website
one can't deny a melancholic side
seems that some turned off a light
the innerside deeply seated within
tryin' to burst out with all its might
instead kept secretly unflourishin'
although it's easy for outstanders to say
many a people causin' themselves pain
tho feelin' lonely isn't on them to blame
just wished it didn't have to be this way
by reachin' out 'n' carin' for one another
'n' by gettin' rid of any unknown names
*..love always...
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/03/1437**
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
I love those appealin' eyes
you know ya can't disguise
your dimpled, stoppin' perfect smile
Never gonna go outta style
see you in a little while?
my sweet poet....
I love that I could love you
not saying that I do
cannot tell by the words I bleed
or feel the need
inside this stupid heart?
Sometimes we gotta let go
in order to grow
ya know
it's true
so...
what about me ....
and you?
I knew that smile
was going to nail me down
turn me right back around
I read my crystal ball
knowing what to whisper in your ear
told me whatcha wanna hear
Exactly what to say
exactly what to do
exactly how...
to love you
maybe you still miss her
as I'm penning you verses
an liftin' her curses
line by line....I'm readin' your mind
you want her sometimes
I'm bleeding out these rhymes
c'mon it'd be a crime
let's go down to the swimmin' hole
maybe a lil' cold
bare feet on the dashboard
wine bottle on the floorboard
cause' were all gettin' older
we might need a shoulder
to stay when the rains comin' down
I'll stick around...
I'm all hometown
what else can I say darlin'
to make you wanna leep
I promises to keep you
forever...
if only you'd say yes
I'd love you
If I could
I told you
I'd
confess.....
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
_____QUESTION_____
--------------
What's the difference between readin your love poems and watching *****
_____ANSWER_____
----------
Nothin
(Tho the ***** DOES seem more real and wholesome
and more suited for children)
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
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(<^>)
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/\ /\
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It's just another
CABALISTIC day
Here in RIVER CITY
//
All the
CHAKRAS
ridin right on time
••
YIN AND YANG
Are hanging out
In the Alleyway
••
Readin the KAMA SUTRA
and making love
••
OH
SHEKHINAH !
How you love to create
Lovers for your afternoon
////
Another CABALISTIC day
on the earthen golden avenue
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
awoke with another hook
looking to blown this right outta the water
oughta shook Snookie
fo never readin no books
crooked *** inbreds
ready to lead the sheep
creeping back to the deep
I can’t sleep-
press pass
lights flash
watchin the mass
of humanity in calamity
it’s a tragedy
but it has to be, see
freedom
ain’t free
in this democracy
hear the plee
of the babies in the ghetto
wearin tore clothes
with a snotty nose
pictures of third world
flies on eyes
absence of prose
liars deny rights of any child
lost in poverty
it oughta be the other way
a new day
saying er’rybody stay
its the America way….
the day to pray fades away
and the gay play
swaying in swag
bagging up the trash
of societies last splash –
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Can't be givin' any "likes"
I'm bowling perfect
Not gettin' no strikes!
I've been readin'
Days and nites
Computer's tellin' me
To take a hike
There it is
In black 'n white
This really stinks
It just ain't right!
Can u relate
To my plight?
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
It was all a dream
I used to be in sin up to my knee
Guilty of one, you're Guilty of all
Every Saturday repent with each prayer and call
Jesus as my Rock pray till I drop
Frankincense and Myrrh, in the censer of Pap
Way back when the faith I lacked
I thought I'd fade to black
My body is His Church
Remember Readin Luke, The Word The Word
I never thought His gospel was ever truly heard
So He showed me His divine light and gave me my sight
Time to spread what I heard, from the Spirit descended as bird
Born sinless in her, the world turns us to sinner
Remember we must be like children if heaven we hope to enter
Peace in the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Those with the ears, let them hear it
I'm born again like He foresaw I would
Through the sacrifice of His Son's blood,
He's All Good.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
hope that i could explain
what i found
......ur voice,
...... ur eyes,
and the simplicity
it all just dig mah heart
You would never love yourself a half as much as I
your eyes when i looked into them,
sinking on the depth
your name,when its been called out
the smile.....ooh plz would u again
when you appeared by my side
my heart got insane....like a ferrari
your Picture in my mind...continue readin'
always be thinkin' of you
Every single day I missed you,
missed you when I can't sleep
missed you when i can't eat
missed you in mah front seat
hoping, you are seating beside by me
you are the only one
that i'm in.........with
and You ought to know by now how much I love you
My heart made up the way that how I feel
Growing stronger day by day
I can't stop this
I.m insane n i lost mah mind
you're my sun,you're my moon,you're my star
you're the first'you are the last.
andy my everything.
you're my reality not a expectation.
I've spent couple of weeks
to come closer
On a search to find you
way to communicate you
but no whispers...like a silent planet
Yet my heart is hoping for you
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC