"scarin" poems - Hello Poetry

Watchin' bikinis as they stroll, they show a lot of skin, but not much soul. You're out of your league boy, but that's OK. Tomorrow could be your lucky day. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together, till my skin turns into leather, down on the Redneck Riviera. "4x4s" sportin' bars-n-stars. Ball caps and tank tops, their hittin' the bars. Tattoos gettin ********* scarin' "tourys" away. It's alright Ma tomorrow's a beach day. And if you ain't a "toury" you're runnin' from your past. FBI, DEA or maybe the IRS. Past wives, past lives, AWOL. Everybody knows you here, but no one will tell. Non-com fly-boys with their Amerasian wives, bringin' 'em to America, given 'em better lives. Some stay together, but others will roam. They'll hit the street for money like they did back home. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together. Frankly Scarlet I don't give a **** about Tara. I'm down on the Redneck Riviera.

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC

ld-goodwin

Down On The Redneck Riviera

Watchin' bikinis as they stroll, they show a lot of skin, but not much soul. You're out of your league boy, but that's OK. Tomorrow could be your lucky day. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together, till my skin turns into leather, down on the Redneck Riviera. "4x4s" sportin' bars-n-stars. Ball caps and tank tops, their hittin' the bars. Tattoos gettin ********* scarin' "tourys" away. It's alright Ma tomorrow's a beach day. And if you ain't a "toury" you're runnin' from your past. FBI, DEA or maybe the IRS. Past wives, past lives, AWOL. Everybody knows you here, but no one will tell. Non-com fly-boys with their Amerasian wives, bringin' 'em to America, given 'em better lives. Some stay together, but others will roam. They'll hit the street for money like they did back home. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together. Frankly Scarlet I don't give a **** about Tara. I'm down on the Redneck Riviera.

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Young n my brains wired Struggle to gain Mis-directin' blame I fade tired Sloppy Hopped up n snotty Girl got a body I'm scarin' off the hottie Followin' footsteps wrecked Strugglin' keepin the path in check Hard graft when select Mirages part Any truth I have left

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Apr 29, 2012

Apr 29, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC

louis-fraser

n.o.t a.g.a.i.n

Young n my brains wired Struggle to gain Mis-directin' blame I fade tired Sloppy Hopped up n snotty Girl got a body I'm scarin' off the hottie Followin' footsteps wrecked Strugglin' keepin the path in check Hard graft when select Mirages part Any truth I have left

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so many of these trolls want beef but like i spark to a reef ill set ya *** on fire i got that fire that make ya *** retire sire higher learning keep my flows churning til the early mourning no yawning by the time ya catch me ill be in the next century waitin' for any emcee to test me they best to be ready for my artillery hittin' harder than ****** pay the piper turn the beat up wat ch me turn hyper im.mixed with cocain and propane that means im gassed up soon to blast up any thing i touch i clutch this world is mine im too much handle break through news scandals got many houses near the florida panhandles dont give a **** who in the way ill pave a way tanks is what drive you can check the snout my bullets wipe a whole nation out ima keep cummin' as long as the ******* hummin' dont make me have to summon demons I stay schemin' like sun rays im.beamin' tag teamin' with my army fatigue break youdown slowly like bacteria im scarin' ya as i blowwww here i gooo And where did i go Ya lookin' for me Say hello to my 44 Caliper Keep you in check I get respect Aint scared of no lion tigers n bears So i tell ya Trolls beware ya in for a scare Like R L stine Chrck my glow as i shine Brighter then the sun do What the **** ya gone do When come for you Day or dark it dont matter Im.antimatter As the drummer is beatin' Got all of ya tweekin' Ya volume turn up my **** Im hardest to hit 97 was my first gig Who ever thougjt the lil skinny kid Could rhymes like this Punish like this Im similar to pac n chris Choke fools like Sprewell Im livin' well cant ya tell Im shell shocked veteran Been throguh much pain I couldn't take in Death is on tha hunt galore Once more Blowin coco leaves As i go But cant find me Why ? *** i aint hear no moe hahaha

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Here I Go

so many of these trolls want beef but like i spark to a reef ill set ya *** on fire i got that fire that make ya *** retire sire higher learning keep my flows churning til the early mourning no yawning by the time ya catch me ill be in the next century waitin' for any emcee to test me they best to be ready for my artillery hittin' harder than ****** pay the piper turn the beat up wat ch me turn hyper im.mixed with cocain and propane that means im gassed up soon to blast up any thing i touch i clutch this world is mine im too much handle break through news scandals got many houses near the florida panhandles dont give a **** who in the way ill pave a way tanks is what drive you can check the snout my bullets wipe a whole nation out ima keep cummin' as long as the ******* hummin' dont make me have to summon demons I stay schemin' like sun rays im.beamin' tag teamin' with my army fatigue break youdown slowly like bacteria im scarin' ya as i blowwww here i gooo And where did i go Ya lookin' for me Say hello to my 44 Caliper Keep you in check I get respect Aint scared of no lion tigers n bears So i tell ya Trolls beware ya in for a scare Like R L stine Chrck my glow as i shine Brighter then the sun do What the **** ya gone do When come for you Day or dark it dont matter Im.antimatter As the drummer is beatin' Got all of ya tweekin' Ya volume turn up my **** Im hardest to hit 97 was my first gig Who ever thougjt the lil skinny kid Could rhymes like this Punish like this Im similar to pac n chris Choke fools like Sprewell Im livin' well cant ya tell Im shell shocked veteran Been throguh much pain I couldn't take in Death is on tha hunt galore Once more Blowin coco leaves As i go But cant find me Why ? *** i aint hear no moe hahaha

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There's a demon there trick'lin down, trippin' me and grippin' down. Think he's under the stairs, now hidin' down there, spitin' me, and bitin' down, there. So I just sit up top, tearin' my hair out, he's scarin' me down there, I can feel him starin' me down. Bet he won't just up and go away, guess I've plumb forgot how to pray, plus we far from heaven here, So... ...I bet he stay.

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Aug 15, 2011

Aug 15, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC

SWB

Bet he stay

There's a demon there trick'lin down, trippin' me and grippin' down. Think he's under the stairs, now hidin' down there, spitin' me, and bitin' down, there. So I just sit up top, tearin' my hair out, he's scarin' me down there, I can feel him starin' me down. Bet he won't just up and go away, guess I've plumb forgot how to pray, plus we far from heaven here, So... ...I bet he stay.

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My dad and his friend driving out to the pasture to sit in the pickup truck and talk about what? How the cows are doing, the upcoming hunting season, growing quail, fishing, the state of the country. I don't know what these men talked about but they spent hours together. While they were out talking Eunice and Marie sat smoking in the living room, discussing stuff. I could sit and listen to them for hours, but don't remember what they talked about. Maybe Marie would get out one of her poems or show my Mama some of her ceramics or paintings. We girls would dance together the bop to the latest 50's music or we would ride our horses through the pastures and at night we would play Scarin' with their brother-a hide and seek game in the dark. We spent every weekend together, eating greens, fried cornbread and chicken. I always thought I was Marie's favorite because she was always so kind to me. She was a kind of Earth Mother, quite different from my own Mama. Sometimes Sonny, the boy, would get in trouble because we girls would tell on him for throwing corncobs at us. Then Marie would go after him with a skillet, a switch or a paddle, whatever was handy. Lamar had been in WWII and had been too close to a grenade. He developed terrible skin cancers which left horrid scars on his face. When I was 15, he died and Marie started working in the Catholic School so the three kids could still attend. Here we were the Baptists (us) and the Catholics (them) never realizing that our friendship in rural Mississippi was a bit unusual. Mama would lend her Bible to Marie because the Catholic church did not allow the people to read and interpret for themselves at that time. When we were really young, the family lived in an old unpainted two-story house with Lamar's Dad-Cap'n-a strict old grumpy German who we tried to stay away from. We would come up from Louisiana when I was four and spend the night for the nine months we lived in Louisiana. Saturday night baths were in a tub-four girls first, then Sonny last-he was a boy and the dirtiest. No running water and a two-seater outhouse. Those were the days...

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Apr 24, 2017

Apr 24, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC

sandra-lee

Frank and Lamar

My dad and his friend driving out to the pasture to sit in the pickup truck and talk about what? How the cows are doing, the upcoming hunting season, growing quail, fishing, the state of the country. I don't know what these men talked about but they spent hours together. While they were out talking Eunice and Marie sat smoking in the living room, discussing stuff. I could sit and listen to them for hours, but don't remember what they talked about. Maybe Marie would get out one of her poems or show my Mama some of her ceramics or paintings. We girls would dance together the bop to the latest 50's music or we would ride our horses through the pastures and at night we would play Scarin' with their brother-a hide and seek game in the dark. We spent every weekend together, eating greens, fried cornbread and chicken. I always thought I was Marie's favorite because she was always so kind to me. She was a kind of Earth Mother, quite different from my own Mama. Sometimes Sonny, the boy, would get in trouble because we girls would tell on him for throwing corncobs at us. Then Marie would go after him with a skillet, a switch or a paddle, whatever was handy. Lamar had been in WWII and had been too close to a grenade. He developed terrible skin cancers which left horrid scars on his face. When I was 15, he died and Marie started working in the Catholic School so the three kids could still attend. Here we were the Baptists (us) and the Catholics (them) never realizing that our friendship in rural Mississippi was a bit unusual. Mama would lend her Bible to Marie because the Catholic church did not allow the people to read and interpret for themselves at that time. When we were really young, the family lived in an old unpainted two-story house with Lamar's Dad-Cap'n-a strict old grumpy German who we tried to stay away from. We would come up from Louisiana when I was four and spend the night for the nine months we lived in Louisiana. Saturday night baths were in a tub-four girls first, then Sonny last-he was a boy and the dirtiest. No running water and a two-seater outhouse. Those were the days...

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