"smalls" poems
I swear these days the kids think they can rap
With their #swag and their #yolo and snapback caps.
But I'd like to show them what RAP means in this country
I'll spell it out: RHYTHMIC AMERICAN POETRY.
Without your stanzas and word composition
you're just another rapper with an arrogant disposition.
Without a positive message and a humble demeanor
you've got negativity causing the children to get meaner.
You blast the bass and you spit your rhymes
you claim that the haters, "they be lying."
But you fail to see that at the heart of it all
you're more like Lil' Wayne than Biggie Smalls.
I'm truly sorry if you get offended by this rant,
but first thing's first;
Pull up your pants...
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
I’m in a small group
I am a small group
I’m small
I’m smelly
I’m a smelly small
I’m in a very smelly small group
I have a group of smalls
A very smelly group of smalls
I'm in a very smelly groups
A very smelly small group of smalls
A smell
A group
A small
A small group smell
(PS: 'smalls' is an old word for 'knickers'
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Why the sudden alarm I ask?
Because you've eaten a horses ***
For years we've eaten all kinds of meat
Mixed with things you find in paint
A list of E numbers a sentence long
Who knew if they where doing wrong
Colouring from crushed beetles shells
Or other insects as well
Artificial raspberry sounds yum yum
Yeah it's made from beavers ***
So here's a tip to help you shop
Look under the bar code at numbers lots
This may stop you getting cross
If it starts with 5 sling it out !
Its Asian chicken bleached and vile
From roadside **** or any source
boiled in salt of course
So we now protest at a bit of horse
Years to late we've eaten worse.
On holiday you eat bulls *****
Your hotdogs could be his other smalls!
Sweetbreads eyeballs hooves the lot
So diced, reclaimed or added in
You've no idea what's gone in
Mad cow mad horse or confused pig
I wonder if I've eaten each
The veggie options just as bad
With GM foods Monsanto's bag
MSG enhancers to to stop the food from tasting goo
So wine or beer for me tonight
As foods now a depressing sight
Bacon butty anyone?
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
A blast of hatred of acid tongues,
A needless phrase to scold the tall,
A forgotten hero they never mention,
Take a look at the one called Robert Smalls.
A swipe by fist of foul means,
A dangerous concoction of sparks,
A cowards language of sorts,
Take a look at the one called Rosa Parks.
A definition of weakness in ruling,
A slap in the face of the now free,
A collapsed cult now gone forever,,
Take a look at the one called Isabella Baumfree.
A word is a word to fight and hurt,
A sentence pinned together from fools,
A paragraph of silence descends upon you,
The N word no longer a relevant tool.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
So I wrote a Notorious word to the Crook King
of Brooklyn who wrote the street book
Based on how the street he took
with feet quite fleet.
You know his spirit i did meet,
first last year on bicycle day
A tab of acid found its way
on my tongue it lay,
in the bathroom mirror I was prone to say,
"Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls" and my heart did in fear fall,
Thought to myself
"I swear I hear a glock click near my left ear" so I got the hell out of there.
The second time was a bit more fair,
the air of a fellow player, yao slanger,
beat banger, he spat a 16 bar prayer
of how he was an unknowing player
In His plan a silent hand of hope
for all the ****** that are broke.
That the Sky is the limit,
only make moves when your heart's in it,
then you are guaranteed to win it.
Ain't no sin against it,
**** the world don't ask it for ****
that's word to BIG
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I got attacked by emotions unexpectedly
It was a sudden turn of life. It was as if ma
life got cursed
I met love which seemed abit shy but it
came in an introduced me to its friend
Happyness
Happyness showed me the true meaning
of love, and surely I did stupid things for
love
Amazingly I saw the true colours of
love.....they were too horrific and painful
towards my heart and soul
Smalls strings of bones in ma heart were
broken and that's when I met
sadness...sadness introduced me to his
guys called Anger and ignorance which led
me to their boss called bitterness. Through
bitterness I was mad as **** then I lost
everything...I faced depression which
made ma mind think terrible things about
me. Suicidal thoughts came along me but
then I thought to myself. After dying what
was I going to be worth to the people
who loved me. I had to complete my legacy
in life. Through the road the goddess came
along within me, his name was hate..I
hated everything I loved with a lot of
jealousy though. And yes...I met jealousy
through all these emotions. Jealousy would
make you like seeing another person
suffer. Everyone thought I was just a
happy kid in need of nothing in his life. But
I was as lonely as a scientist living in a lab
on his own.
U seeing me smile is just another fake
disguise of the shame of feelings I had
within me
I'd like to think myself as a black EMO kid
who lives for nothing but TROMATIZING
LOVE
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
'I'm going to run away Miss - I'm taking
a t-shirt and a pound of ham with me,'
he wanted his dad, how very sad - that
little boy was barely a lad, treated bad.
My dad said that I shouldn't show anyone
my private parts, only my sister saw me,
she said: 'What's that?' I said: 'It's my willy,'
'It's got a hat on and looks so silly.'
'Where's daddy gone?' 'He's in heaven Billy,'
'Do they have a pub there?' 'No, only holy water,'
'Where do babies come from? Does the stork
bring them, is that why they have a big beak?'
'He hit me in the 'smalls' Miss, and that
boy who smells said that he wants to give me a kiss.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
One thing I'll delight.
Poetry is challenge
Made constant.
unnerving unwordy
pilfering deposits
on surety.
there is forever an
unfound to unveil.
But only if/when
Fright is kept inside you
whilst writing or wiling
In every day.
Not fright meaning scares
Or terror mined despair.
In its stead adopt a fealty
To the unknown unknown!
To not knowing what
exactly or even a glancing
What unknown which
We
Just
Don't
Know.
So Seek Servitude
in unsolvable.
Embrace imalleable
Modern mystery.
Absolved of any certainty
completes an unintended
Courtesy.
Our lack
of knowledge
is the only solid
Peace of Knowledge
we can grasp.
To (not really) quote Biggie Smalls
you don't know what's unknown
It's a Mitzvah this thing
Our one our only blessing
Because truly this
is what compels
And Coerces
A need to create.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
There is a Fairy at the bottom of the garden,
She lives in the third mushroom down.
She doesn't own much, between you and me
but she has the biggest fungi in town.
She is a lucky Fairy but doesn't know it.
I dare say she has more than most.
She has a large stalk to hang her smalls on
Which is a good deal bigger than a post.
Thinking about it I ought to charge her rent
She says there is not "mushroom" to spread.
But a Fairy has such high demands
I will have to come up with another plan instead.
She told me now she wants to go to a toadstool
Whill is far too small for her box of tricks.
She has her eye on my place but that
is just too big and it is made of bricks.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
...I am Kevin's needy self.. scratching the walls.
Holed up in my Key West hotel room and the walls are closing in,
pacing the walls of my mind.
Drinking my naked self into a coma, ****** in and out all weekend,
papers and empty bottles littering the floor and tables.
All to die like the best and go out like a pro,
gone mad, gone crazy in paradise.
Lying in my ***** visions of you walking on my vacant mind,
myself in question and my soul on exit.
I love you and baby you will find me in my glory,
tequila is a fine way to flame out.
In my blind drunkenness, I see my Grandfather before me in his Police Uniform drinking on 85th and Carnegie, hiding his sin in 1925. His will to choose overcoming any logic. His desire to lie about his age to fight the Germans when he was 16. Seeing too much death in France to ever talk about and fading out while I view him saying a gentle goodbye when we both knew it was the last time I would see him alive.
I come to laying on the floor in my ***** The warm air flowing in from the open front door. I am sticking to the ***** carpet and the smell is making me dry heave. I have lived a life, but I know I need to find Aine. She is my blood and I will die or **** myself slowly if we are not united soon. Its an act of desperation, too many ***** and ****** to fill the void. Never fulfilled and always needing more. I can’t lie to myself any longer. The lie burns into my eyes and soul, not to be ignored. She is there, we breathe in the same world. Her smalls hands and beautiful eyes always around the corner.
I’ll recover from this moment like I always do, but one of these times I won’t get up. I’ll die like a pro, in my crazy. I am desperate for the air , to breathe her into me. Breathing in life, my sweet Aine.
KT Mar 27,2014
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Doronit would spit fire
and Baruch knew it
he'd had it before
that time she'd gave him
the hard time because
he'd sat watching
some dame
in a caravan opposite
hanging out washing
on a make shift line
fancy her do you?
Doronit said
why don't you go over
and chat her up
but Baruch told her
he wasn't interested
and that he was just
observing the washing
hanging process
looking at her smalls
I suppose?
she said
no he said he hadn't
but he had been looking
at the fine movement
of the dame's ****
but he never told
Doronit that
yes she'd spit fire
she'd lay the words on him
and that time
she saw this
other dame's name
in his note book
and when he came home
for lunch
she said
who's this then?
you having it off
with her?
Baruch told her
it was some dame
he was watching at work
all about
security and such
and she began
throwing stuff at him
shoes coat hangers knives
forks and spoons
whatever she could lay
her hands on and some
of it came down the stairs
like missiles
and he went up
and pinned her down
on the bed to calm her
and she relaxed
and said
was that all? no affair?
no
he said
no affair
nothing
just security
at work
and she smiled
and kissed him
and that was that
all over
fire spat and done
but this time
the fire
would be for real
and Baruch knew it
and he watched her go
about her work that day
hoovering dusting
cleaning the floor
and he waved goodbye
at the door
and never looked back
all over
no more fire
no more
Doronit had done it
for the last time
and he recalled her
that last moment
she with her cigarette smoking
her hair tied back
her eyes full
of dull fires
burning embers
and that is all
looking back
he remembers.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
Two strapping squadies sat on a tank
Both just been for a sly ham shank
One called Peter one called Paul
Both rather partial to the others smalls
Along came the Sgt he didn't want to play
Went and told the CO he thought they were gay
Along came the MPs in their red hats
Dragged them to the guard house quick as a flash
Now a court martial and public ridicule
The Sgt said the showers where not safe at all
A dishonerable discharge for being a ***
Being a soldier was all that they had
Twenty years latter we now go to war
You love a man or woman even three or four
The Army doesnt care if you play the rear flank
So long as you can shoot to ****
Or drive a Tommy tank
Well that was then and this is now
Many came back from another gulf war
Hounded like prey by the lawyers of today
For doing exactly what the CO says
So sign up Peter sign up Paul
Do what you like with you best friends smalls
But for heaven's sake be you John or Jane
DON'T SHOOT ANYONE IN THE GOVERNMENTS
NAME!!
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
as the rain slides down
the window pane
and the moondrifts from
cloud to cloud
i remember my first
flatmate...
Jerome,
who tooks his smalls
home to be washed by
his mother,
who was fastidious about
trimming his ginger...brown
beard, but not so fastidious
in cleaning the sink...
the owner of Muffin, the budgeriagar who survived
being vaccumed up once,
but not twice....
Jerome, full of gay angst
and closeted pride...
who taught me...
love is not an animal
that can be leashed
but is a thing,
of wild untamed beauty...
Jerome....who gave love
in buckets and bunches
of floppy daffodils...
i lost him as a friend, many
years past......but some nights drear and dark
he pops by....to say cheerio
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
why? Why are you in my dreams every night every day I can't stop thinking of you you're always there, I opean my eyes and your'e gone I close my eyes and there you are making me the happiest person alive but then again I wake up and you're not there and it kills me , I feel lonely sad , depressed, and confused I don't know what to do all these thoughts in my head, these memories, I'm just lost I miss everything about you everything we had , it hasn't even been a week and I'm still a mess it's almost a week one day shy, just like tomorrow's night sky it will be beautiful I guarantee , just like you , and that's all I see , eveywhere I look I see you , I'm hypnotize like biggie smalls , and confused like jimmy Hendrix , I don't know what to do, all I can do is think about you , what am I going to do when your gone 2000 miles away on the west coast , am I gonna be okay or will this keep happening, you haunting me in my dreams , me thinking of you so that happens, why does this happen? everyone says I can do better , but there is no better to me you are the best , you understand me , I understand you what's better than that when we don't argue , maybe once or twice and 10 half months that's pretty solid if you ask me, no love can never be as strong as we were once meant to be , but we are different and we stuck through so much I don't understand what happend to us , we were strong and then weak and we lost each other in less than a week , that's all it took 10 months so strong as one week to break it down so we are no longer one. But. Two seperate for now like the west and east, so far , but as friend we are as close as ever before , so what is to come in this journy of life , ... Love ? ....Happiness ?.... A new beginning ..? Who knows except you ... You don't even know , .. time knows , but time can't speak only the people can , and that's what makes time , time is voice , not silence and that's why you haunt my , dreams well .... So I think , how long will I be haunted ?? I guess as long as I think of it ,,, how long will that last ahhhhhhhh I hate time I wish I could just know, but I can't do for now i still love you , and that's all I can do as long as you haunt my dreams
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
*My life feels critical.
Im going to need one of Christ miracles
and clear my head of viruses that seem invisible to human kind.
cause they can't see what goes on in my mind, but its still physical.
I swear and I'm trying.
they call me mister smalls,
but mister smalls can knock down walls, then rebuild them all, just to feel tall,
so why you still lying?
the virus bites my thoughts raw.
and I'm still on a ball,
I dont need the comfort that you'd been supplying at all,
My mind called me lonely but I thought it was lying so the sick drugs continue "the kids' mind's frying."
and the sicker kids try but they are still dyeing.
and oh how that hurts.
with life exploding and watch your heart begin to burst.
breaking into a million pieces on this earth...
feeling as real as it was when momma gave you birth.
now i stand all by my side.
by my self
still don't need wealth.
i cant stand the lies.
and its all because my mind got me tied i was here all a long but it took me this long to realize. that i had lost something important.
I forgot who i was before the sickness got to the healthy ones like it did me.
the sickness never died, my mind lied, it's just the virus you cant see.
I'm not crazy.*
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Flirting with every woman on the planet
I’m not attracted to you as a person
You’re killing me smalls
There’s nothing in your soul to entice me at all
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 7:15 AM UTC
Me names Jane, they say I’m insane,
I’m insane Jane, yep, that’s me name,
I’m chatty, batty sometimes catty,
Predictable, despicable I find everythin lickable,
I’m mad and bad and sometimes glad, to be called insane,
Me name is Jane, insane Jane,
I’m ecstatic erratic, quite diplomatic, so why lock me in the attic and watch me acrobatic off the walls the halls in me under smalls, I will have a ball and you’ll hear me call.
I’m insane Jane coz that’s me name,
I’m a poet I know it but I don’t always show it,
I write I bite I like a good fight,
I can talk and walk I like to squawk, like a bird….. its absurd,
I’m crackers, run round in me under knackers, but I’ve got NO mental backers,
I’m on the street, bare feet no -where to eat, I’m full of deceit,
Got me life in a bag, I wear a tag and I don’t like to brag,
It’s a shame coz I’m insane,
It’s the government, their document, not my intent they overspent,
No room for me, they set me free to live and be a refugee,
I get frantic, I’m pedantic always apologetic,
I need some aid, and lemonade,
Someone to care, brush me hair, tell me what to wear,
They want me to work, but I’m berserk, I fit, I **** I’m like a firework,
I scream, turn green be very obscene,
I’m psychotic neurotic; I go of like a rocket,
I’m a danger, deranger not a campaigner,
I’ve lost all me hair when I lost me care, I live no-where, it’s just not fair,
I need support not court, give me a thought, I’ve not been taught,
I’m not like you its true, it’s nothing new,
I’m Jane, far from plain, and I’m insane,
BUT I’M NOT TO BLAME
By Christina Ford
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Hello ***** underware that I refused to change.
Sixteen days is just a bit beyond your wearing range.
Poor overworn underware, How crusty you are! Wow!
You've stiffened up overnight. I ought to wash you now.
You look like that, maybe, you have seen some better days.
There's a long , brown streak down your back and in front a yellow place.
There's a grey deposit, where my two boys were at.
And something else, I know not what, between the brown and that.
The aroma that exudes from you is quite beyond belief.
It smalls far worse than a fetid corps, and came from me? Good grief!
So come now overworn underware. Into the wash you'll go.
I've added extra bleach so the stuff on you won't grow.
In the soapy water, the crust will disappear.
And out you'll come, white like new, with nothing else to fear.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC
My physics teacher told me that the acceleration due to gravity is 9.81 m/s/s
yet this law does not apply to things
that are either too large or too small.
I feel like my presence
defies all laws of physics,
as i feel larger than necessary,
out of place,
struggling to fit into the confined hallways of my school,
doomed to be forever compared to the pixies that float
down crowded hallways,
slipping past each other
with agility I can only dream of having.
However, at the same time
i feel tiny and insignificant,
as my voice does not project
in a sea of too much static,
and my physical presence does not equate
to my lack of a voice
and lack of a self-dignity.
The biggest flaw in science is that it is a data based art form—
scratch that, it is not an art form,
it is a carefully executed set of rules,
in which statistics are king
and the stripping down of all things human,
is only what becomes of this “objective observation”.
It is ironic that in which when we began the processes of science,
and delved into the depths of our curiosity
we forgot the real meaning of humanity
and every
kingdom phylum class order family genus species
is only a testament
as to how far we’ve gone
into taking so many parts of a whole
and breaking them into infinitesimally smaller pieces.
Ironically, with advancements in chemistry
we realize how large we are in comparison
with the atoms and quarks that merely make up
imaginary fractions of our beings.
And since atoms are mostly just empty space,
one can argue that the things that make up who we are,
arguably do not
take up any space
at all.
But in retrospect, the advancements of astronomy
help us realize
that
we are a lot smaller than we think we are,
as in a cosmic scale that even God has trouble wrapping his hands around,
the Earth becomes a quark
that makes up the state of our being.
On a cosmic and molecular scale of things we belong
in such an age in which
we are torn between extreme larges and extreme smalls,
and finding the middle is too unsatisfactory,
as humans tend to have a tendency
to claw for too many sides.
I am both a girl and a student of science
and a student of whatever the cosmos
has granted among us unfortunate humans
to latch our desires upon,
yet I do not understand,
why 4 dimensional concepts
have to be watered down
into 2 dimensional figures.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
I scrape away layers of my skin on my legs
with tweezers, often
until blood is drawn,
trying to yank off the imperfections
I feel,
blistered and pocked with red scabs
I will later
pull off,
a physical manifestation of what I want to do inside
littered with imperfect
feelings, thoughts,
digging and shredding into perfectly smooth and pristine
layers of emotions and ideas
ripping up what is good into an incoherent mess
trying to reach the dark spots underneath,
I can’t see them, but I know they’re there
lurking and waiting to come out to the surface
the agitation rises
if I can’t get something out,-
I need to get something out,
smalls whimpers of pain,
hardly noticeable,
until finally a deep exhale
it’s over.
Legs riddled with bleeding holes,
aching but content,
until tomorrow.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
As I sit upon my chair,I stop,look and stare.
The nations have had a scare,How they act now is my fear.
Just like milllons sitting here everyday i wacth to see,
bitter twisted moods that surround me.
I feel we should not fight this battle on the street ,But by making these mad man weep.
How dare they **** our chilldren,But how dare we **** theirs.
Iam glad Iam sat here and not there,But for me and you and millons to,We
know things will never change ,But still we have hope!
The world around always seem alittle grey,But honestly keep looking because theres is love found everyday,in the smalls ways.From the song of a bird,skies always blue,Bright flowers and the call of mother nature to.But most of all is the human touch, you can never love to much.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
I was sitting outside
the caravan
we'd been let
by some
do-gooders society
some one Netanya knew
who knew some one
I was lazying
in a deck chair
smoking
and sipping a beer
looking into the area
around the caravan
where other caravans
were parked
behind us
over the hedge
and road
was the beach
I could hear the sound
of the sea
and smell the salt
who you looking at?
Netanya asked
you looking at her?
Huh?
You looking at her
over there
by the caravan
hanging out
her smalls?
What you talking about?
I'm sitting here
having a smoke
sipping a beer
I said
you are gazing
at the *****
in the short skirt
with her *******
hanging out
like squirrels
out of a tree
I’m sitting here resting
I didn't see her
until you
picked her out
Netanya spat
on the grass
my *** you didn't
I’ve a good mind
to go over there
and give her
a piece of my mind
I was looking around
the site not at her
I said
Netanya's kids
had gone down
to the beach
to swim and play ball
Netanya gave the female
over the way
a glare
if I see you
looking at her again
I’ll tear her hair out
and stuff that cigarette
down your throat
Netanya went inside
the caravan
and banged about
with pots and pans
and cups and mugs
I sipped my beer
and smoked my smoke
the female
with the short skirt
hung up her bras
like huge slingshots
I looked away
it was a hot
liquid blue
of a sky day.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Mother Earth decided
To have a yard sale
From the sands on her beach
With all of its sea shells
Including all the forest green
And mountain tops as well
Even all the in-betweens
Along with everything else
Selling all her waters
The entire lot
Ponds, lakes, and winding streams
What's clean and what's not
Even comes with the fish
All ready to be caught
Puddles go for 50 cents
If that's all you've got
Feel's she's getting way too old
To take care of it all
From the largest that there is
To the smallest of the smalls
With the creatures that can walk
And those that slither and crawl
Trying her best to get full price
Before she has to discount it all
She'll pay the price for adds up front
Advertising in the almanac
Get it in early enough
So she's not stuck in the back
Make it all day Fri
And half a day on Sat
With a chance to buy it all
Wherever you are at
As Mother Earth delegently
Sets up her yard sale
All must go as you can see
Take it home for yourself
Once it's all sold and gone
She has yet to figure out
Just knows that she desperatly needs
Some time alone to herself
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Running out of options it seems
Need a get rich quick scheme
Flip 16s or sell drugs to rich teens
to sick fiends.
Need to get greens by any basic means
My head feels like a split screen
I can either work two jobs like a modern day sucker
Or rob and steal mother ******* for my supper.
Debating which route I should take
Go to work with a smile that's fake
Or on the streets grabbing all I can take
Careful not to make any mistakes
So I don't spend all my days running from jakes
I can't be locked in a place with no escape getting ***** by a biggie smalls look a like
I need to book a flight
Get out the hood tonight
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Remember what you must say goodbye to
When all you want is to get out of here
When the craving to leave's taken over you
When the Madelaine and you go and get toe tattoos
And your bodies are taken over with fear
Remember what you must say goodbye to
Remember you and the Smalls decorating shoes
When you spend afternoons at her house everyday, all year
When the craving to leave's taken over you
When the boy you love says he loves you too
And you know he is one hundred percent sincere
Remember what you must say goodbye to
When your family you love bids you adieu
And your eyes flood uncontrollably with tears
When the craving to leave's taken over you
When you decide to leave everything that you once knew
and all you love will be nowhere near,
Remember what you must say goodbye to
When the craving to leave's taken over you
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 7:14 PM UTC