"shoutin" poems
So its the weekend ...the deep end
time for chillin ...beerin and feeding our souls
room for sleeping ...wantin and needin time out
watch some footy eat me breaky and drink lots of tea
grab me hangover ...drink some oj ..eat me eggy on toast
sunday dinner ...roasty tattys and beef on the bone
Hovis ...salmon sarnies or leftovers me boast
time of argues ..family values and shoutin each out
time for reason ,time for grandpas and cousins to visit afar
So the weekend ..what a weekend
time for monday morning blues
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:54 AM UTC
Yeah those wild hooligans, those mini hell raisers
What was their motive? to be trail blazers?
They're smoking squares, and sneaking out
Facing alota scares, but never cry a shout
They're simply cool, calm and destructive
Shoutin out obscenities, and being abruptive
Yeah the boys remain true, to themselves and their crew
Simply bein themselves, and askin who are you?
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
get angrier now, there's no sense denying it,
force fed lies to ostracize little girls from buying...
free candy ladies. look over here, James has a pink truck and i swear he's not queer. ha.
i got bubble gum, i know you want some, yummy yummy in the tummy, stop right there I'll force it down
choke. digest. you didn't chew, see how it gets when you don't listen,
Jamison is a confectionery in the kitchen.
i can bake you cookies, just get down on both knees...please.
see i already asked you nicely, .... you know you don't want me to start shoutin' and get violent....girl.
i thought you were my world, how loud do you want me to shout it..
now your lying somewhere where no one can hear you cry
i never thought I'd see the day the cake baker took a life...
and i tried...so hard, what could i do, everything in the world reminded me of you...eat some cookies.
they're a little ****** but they're not bad, maybe mix it in with the batter the next time I'm mad.
it didn't have to be this way. you forced me to do it,
i am a baker by trade and now I'm covered in your fluids....
god this is gross, ... how am I gonna get these stains outta these clothes
start to choke.
looking at your ****** body.
the... the... the... cadaver is just laying there looking back at me
smiling.
in my cookie shop I'm panicking...start to wonder how i got pushed this far
now all the cookies are burnt and crumbling.
gotta put those bodies in the oven.
recipes and sweets mean nothing when you don't have love
bake this cake at three hundred and fifty degrees...
just until the hearts inside get gooey and melt over me.
wow.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 9:50 PM 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
Before I utter words
You already know the condition of my heart
My intention, my bunch of reasons.
I raise my voice
Not because I'm shoutin' and screamin'
But because I wanna be heard by You
And yes, I'm gonna shake the Heaven
With all respect to the Holy Throne of Yours.
You then are my Healer
You then have saved me.
I pant, with continual desire
With praise and longing
With tears that's melting my soul
Not because I'm worned-out of this battle
But just because of my faith
Like a mustard seed
But can move mountains.
You are the same
Yesterday, today and forever
You then heard Joshua
And fought his battles
You then are with him
And gave him strength all through out
Indeed, you then will give me victory.
Your grace
It was precious to me
You are the living water
The very reason for me
To be thirsty no more
I then, am pleading
For the shower of grace
For Your miraculous act
For Your perfect will.
My cup overflows
As I seek Your face
Don't hide Yourself,
For I'll be weak without You.
I throw myself into You
I have no other fear
But the fear of You alone
You gave me the keys to Your Kingdom
And yes, I am ready for more!
Yes, yes, You are victorious in me!
Hallelujah! Praise the King of all Kings!
(7/2/14 @xirlleelang)
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
This city, man...
This city one BIG icepick, ya here?
Been walkin' round these streets,
trippin' these glass sheets of ice
the past SIX blocks,
********* man?
not a single cab picks a fool up round here...
Where those bustlin' business men go, huh?
Where that friction now?
What bout those tan-legged,
princess barbies?
their DOGS in their purses,
their cellular phones chatterin' n' ****
Where those ****** run off at?
They hot at the ***** bars now or somethin'?
HUH?
You know wha man?
**** that.
I walk this way every SINLGE morning,
twenty blocks UP,
twenty blocks the other way...
I'm walkin',
******
and those buses and cars WAILIN' they horns,
WAILIN',
SHOUTIN' each other
the SECOND the sun starts shinin',
SHOOTIN' heat each other till' darkest of **** night...
That's what I wanna know...
Where those ***********
RIGHT NOW.
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 9:18 AM UTC
late september down at the docks
is always fulla sadness.
closed up in the civic, parked with
steve stills shoutin' "love the one you're with" over the radio,
car otherwise quiet like a long sleep.
little rounded waves lapping
empty moorings,
the boats all dragged out & shrink-wrapped
'til next year
and fall comin' on in earnest now
with summer gone;
skies grey but sunset stains the clouds red like
th' cheeks of a drunk who cannot brave sobriety
as the cold settles the hills in full & even
a good book (big sur - duluoz)
not doin' any good b/c that old wino jackie k. keeps makin'
a mess o' things and goin' back to the sauce. worn out.
~
O this silence! (O this awful fuckin' waiting!)
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
Sat down to listen to the world today:
Heard a holler from the wood shoutin’, “They’re takin’ my land away!”
“They’re takin’ my fish and poisonin’ the waters.” I heard the ocean say.
And the air blew by with all the same problems ~ except it was enjoying the day.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 8:12 PM UTC
:/
Some people
just gotta live.
That means twistin blunts
and shoutin till your red.
Some people
just gotta survive.
That means pokin their head out
on occasion
and showin how green they can be.
Some people have simple ambitions
like one a day vitamins, and blue Berrys.
Some people just live.
And some people hate those people
for doing what they are afraid to do.
;)
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
*All I wanted was a night out on the town with her
With all the love and adoration that I promised her
Fitted cap on my head, felt like a trend setter
A mental slap from my momma; I should’ve known better.
Picked her up, and I was starin’ at her gorgeous outfit
Her fitted top, her cotton blouse, and lookin’ fine without it
Honored to stand beside her, I didn’t mind the clues
I found her very attractive wearin’ designer shoes
Took her out to dinner, we’re conversin’,
Lobster in citric acid – she devours, thinks it’s worth it
The in-house chef comes at our table and asks,
“This is the fifth time you’ve ordered,
So can you make this your last?”
The check is at our table; I offer to pay for it
She doesn’t even glance, pullin’ out her phone
I noticed her nails; she paid a lot for ‘em
Dinner was very painful
She wants me over? I'm startin' to see her fatal halo
On our way to her place, a man was gettin’ robbed
I’m shoutin’ at the attackers - she’s actin’ very odd
Tell her to call the cops to try and get these boys to stop,
“Sorry but I’m in a hurry! I’ll see you at the spot.”
Ten minutes later I’m racin’, and knockin’ at her door,
Reachin’ her place and I notice she’s pacin’ back and forth,
She’s on the phone with a ***** who stole her ex from her
Angry detonation soon as she got a text from her
She tells a “Jada” on the phone, ***** I don’t give a ****
Jada responds “wantin' to let you know and wish you luck.”
But you can tell that she was jealous of Jada’s position
Her ex is treatin’ her better, happy with his decision
I’m wonderin’ what happened; turns out that Jada’s pregnant
“She thinks I care about that, knowin’ that I resent him!”
She claims she’s better than Jada in every single way
With self-respect and sayin’ prayers every single day
Seekin’ some validation, she’s beggin’ for a kiss
Intimate opportunity, she’s hopin’ not to miss
Her sweet, angel hazel eyes are lookin’ sour ‘cause
I’m just exhausted and feelin’ the witchin’ hour buzz
She lashes out; I see the reason why this girl is single
Admits to cheatin’ on her ex and so she’s out to mingle
Pulls out a lash and then proclaims that I should punish her?!
I’m out the door within’ seconds cause I’m so done with her!*
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
I've got a lot on my mind so can I say my piece?
then I can just kiss my teeth
now I've made my peace
I've got a job, I'm the police;
self righteous justice
If killing time ain't good enough
then well, just **** this
I'm ****** off now,
I cook a hand grenade
throw it to a crowd, explosive;
that's my sound
my life is darkness;
like in a shroud
am I too loud for your ears to handle?
Well then lets take a gamble
get the **** off my cloud
I'm shoutin' proud from here to Blackpool
Let's have a party
yeah that's cool, so where's the pedestal?
I'm like a statue frozen in motion
action shot, I'm not posin'
but I'm proposin' if we cut the ****
and get them flows in
and everyone is bouncin'
then we can turn this house in
Inside out,
it's about,
the beat,
the love,
the flow,
that steals,
the show,
if you don't know what I've been told
then I suggest you let it go
"Where is my invite? I think i missed it"
well despite the fright
you may have given yourself
I didn't send one girl, just look at yourself
In this life it's all about perfection
****** protection
affection and nation wide elections
I like to fly so high
in the sky and I do it with pride
I'm not a drugs kind of guy but
happiness is synthesized and if that's a crime
then I guess I'm crooked!
but I'm always lookin' for a way out
so if you won't let me in then I stay out
I feel I'm down and I'm definitely out,
so I guess I should pray now
Then god tells me
life is predicaments and resolutions
promoting solutions and twisting
the truth in constitutions
changing pace in relations
and pretending we never took welfare
out of the equation
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Is this how it starts? is this how it all begins? a fight between 2 parents with kids left t c who wins, The deafing sound of voices shoutin about whos in the wrong, I'm done with all the fightin iv fought this war for far 2 long.
My hearts feels like it's broken,
The airs so thick it's hard t breath,
Wha am I t do now? is it me who's supposed t leave? is it me who needs t go?is it me am I tha bad?
Was this the way it started when she left us with me dad?
But she walked out n left us,she gave up without fight,I remember all the details from tha sad upsettin night.
I was 6 Leanne was 9 R John was only 3, they both stood in the kitchen dad pretendin t make the tea,
Then they began t talk real quite like we weren't suppose t no,but we knew that's never how it stayed an voices began t grow. Us 3 kids just sat there while the shoutin carried on, then me mum turn t me dad an said her love 4 him ad gone,the shouten stopped he grabbed her arm n marched her t the door,he pushed her out n turned his back her left cryin on the floor.
Back then things didn't get explained n kids never asked why,adults knew wha was best never believed grown ups would lie,
Now I sit here on my own without my baby's here with me,how could I let this happen?why the **** did I not see?
But I won't give up this isn't it coz this is not the end,
my kids r more important than u or any so called friends.
Your stupid to try an fight me,
To make me look like I'm like her,
The only thing she gave me are my looks an curly hair.
I swear u will b sorry u can not take what's in my heart,
I pity those who cross me I'm gunna finish whatever u start.
A mothers love is endless,it's strong n it comes free,ur makin a mistake to try an take my kids from me.
I will never give up fightin until there back were they belong,
the question is can u fight back can u pretend t b as strong
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
My life falls to pieces every other weekend,
Standing at the edge 'bout to jump in the deep end
Everyone shoutin', "What is she thinkin'?"
But they didn't wanna help while I was sinkin'
So much pain that I feel inside
So many secrets that I didn't wanna hide
A smile on my face, another white lie
"I'm fine," I'll say 'til the day I die
There'll be murmurs at my funeral that they didn't know
But I shouted out loud and they still didn't show
To come pull me out, no, they didn't wanna go
Too late now, everybody stay home
'Cause I cried so many tears that I drowned in the water
A wife, a mother, a friend, a daughter
Now lost forever 'cause they couldn't even bother.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC
Dat Rock of his dreams,
Peakin through distant clouds
Of struggle and doubt;
Calloused feet shoutin
From soles worn-out
At the bottom;
Climbin crowded stairs
To deaf ears
At the top.
Stories screamin to be told
Like sirens on the crime-side.
Memories of old resurrected
In mindsight.
Fingers typin rhymes through dark nights.
Moon shinin bright
On doors closed,
Never seen.
Ground floors reekin stardust,
Clever memes.
Here only giants dare,
Starin at the ground
Through mirrors too small
To capture them all.
Gonna need a visionary,
A see-faring guide
To blast a path
Up these charts.
Gonna need a missionary
A God-fearin ride-or-die
To take the leap of faith;
To chase a dream
Through distant clouds
Of struggle and doubt;
To find a spot on Dat Rock
Where destiny awaits...
Capture the ride.
Watch him glide,
Free-stylin
From Chi-Town
To Platinums.
Don't blink.
You've got to see this.
AYO
~ P
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 7:57 AM UTC