"superstars" poems
Derartu, Haile, Tirunesh
Kenenisa, Meseret, and all
With a similar footfall!
Displaying a superb
Long-distance athletic feat
When many superstars
Awe inspiringly you beat
And as a result of it
When your sought-for
Fought-for
And nation- prayed-for
Dream proves a hit
And also with kudos
A stadium full of people opt
You to greet
And when spectators
Accord you a high five
It is for your country's flag
You immediately dive!
Also on the podium
while Ethiopia's row-wise
Green,Yellow and Red
Emblazoned flag,
Shoulder high,
Soars above
You express
Your umbilical cord-tight
National love
With tears that
Trickle down each of
Your cheek,quick.
Is it because
Reminiscent of
Each living hero
With a life sacrifice
That brought colonial
Aggression to zero?
Is it because
The bounty of the land
You grew up
Seeing first hand?
Is it because
The cherished corner
You cut in the heart of
The poor but prideful
Ethiopian neighbour?
Is it because
The unity in diversity
That showcases
Ethiopia's identity
Or citizens hospitality?
Is it because
At heart strings a tug
Or ,among others
Gratefulness to
Your iron-strong lung
When you hear
Ethiopian anthem sung?
Is it because a secret another
Deep down you harbour?
Is it because the Fertility
Hope and Sovereignty ideals
The flag advance,
Also Ethiopia's being
A beacon of independence
What is more
The nation's renaissance
Which in a curtain of mist
Before your eyes dance?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Dear Mr. President
This is a letter from me to you. There are many who are displeased with you....but I'm actually quite proud of you.
You helped the automotive industry get back on track......even though you had the naysayers upon your back.
I feel many people put too much of the blame on you.....especially when there are other's involved. You can't achieve success alone....you need a team. Just like Dr.King.... I know you also have a dream.
I recall your visit to my state and eventually my city. You blessed my neighborhood with your presence. I saw people of different ethnicities standing as one. Everyone was smiling even the sun.
You bellowed words of inspiration into the mike. My family was gathered on the sidewalk and for once everything seemed to be alright.
I like how you are just a regular guy and love to play ball. I admire the fact that you get to play with the superstars who will eventually enter the Hall of Fame.
Your name has been etched in history .....I'm honored because I never thought I would see this in my lifetime. An African American giving The State of the Union Address in primetime and granting interviews on Nightline.
I love the example of marriage and fatherhood that is on display. It is often stated that "we" don't commit and are dead beat dads.....from what I've witnessed you aren't doing bad. Thank you for the positive image you have provided me.....it's a form of motivation for me.
I saw a picture where you had your feet on the desk and you were on the phone....but I knew that you were a hard worker from the hole in the bottom of your shoe. You were about the people and walked where we lived..... not in Hollywood or Rodeo Drive with your finger in the air doing your redition of ' Staying Alive."
Mr. President...the thing that really gets me upset....is the blatant form of disrespect. They continue to call you by your last name....You earned the title of President yet they deliberately leave it out. I often hear Mr. Obama or Barack.....how is this cool when you are obviously on the clock.
They showed respect to President Clinton and George Bush.....both of them even though he tried to steal a whole state....but no one will discuss that issue.....I guess I'm a few years too late.
You are highly educated and intelligent more than the media would like to say. I'll make sure to add you to my list of leaders when I pray.
Thank you President Obama for the example you have been. I believe that you deserve the opportunity to do it again.
Sincerely.......a struggling poet.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
Did they live the life projected
In their high school yearbook?
Did they take the wife selected
Why not take a look?
Geeks and Dweebs and Superstars
Smile back from ancient pages
Going back to high school now
To read the writings from the sages
Voted "The Most something"
Gave one a certain goal to reach
But, the weekend after graduation
These titles were lost on some lone beach
Did Mr. "Most Likely to Succeed"
Ever make his millions
Or is he working at the daily grind
Like so many other billions?
Most Likely to Become a Mom
That's a title that's too cheesy
What exactly did it mean?
Is this girl just one who's easy?
Most Likely to become Prime Minister
Not a chance in hell 'round here
Debating was not a skill
That we were taught I fear
Did the person picked "Most Likely to....
Have a leg up on the rest
Were they picked for popularity
Or were they really just the best
Our "Most Likely to win a Nobel Prize"
because his Chemistry marks were great
Is now working as a bartender
At a bar that's open late
"Most Likely to be a famous rock star"
Now, there's a title to hang on to
Ours, works in geology
So, they didn't miss by far
Look back and laugh at what you see
This book is just a snap
Of people from your life you knew
Some who fell into the trap
A title of "Most Likely To..."
Shouldn't determine who you'll be
For if it does, then you must
be someone who didn't learn to see
We had a girl get shot to death
She never got a yearbook name
But, she was killed robbing a bank years back
And now that's her claim to fame
Doctors, Lawyers, warehousemen
They were all there in our school
Some were picked "Most Likely to.."
Most were not, and that's cool
If you know a "Most Likely To..."
And they became what they were told
Close the book, and leave it shut
You're the one who struck gold
You made a choice to move along
And make a life, to make you ..YOU
And you didn't need a high school tag
To say..."Most Likely To....."
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
After cocktails at Luigi's Bar, and then The Golden Bowl,
I proposed we play a gig of jazz-inspired rock and roll.
We all thought we'd make the fans cry out for encores every night.
But our schemes were dreams that faded in the morning's ruthless light.
My blue guitar should captivate the people every night.
But the dream crumbled, the dream tumbled.
My dream faded out of sight.
Playing keyboards was Patricia. (Never 'Trisha', never 'Pat'.)
She'd a taste for gracious living in her small art deco flat.
She would practice chord progressions, sipping lapsang souchong tea.
Then she played away at weekends with her special friend, Marie.
She trained her dainty fingers to explore new grooves each night.
But the dream crumbled, the dream tumbled.
Her dream faded out of sight.
We had Ritchie on electric bass, with tap-and-pull technique.
Such a clever devil — Ritchie almost taught the bass to speak.
Ralph the drummer's backbeat cymbal crashes measured out the bars.
We agreed the speed — then found we could not play like superstars.
Would the crowd be wowed by passion from my lovely blue guitar?
No, the dream crumbled, as the band stumbled.
Our dream faded overnight.
The Blue Guitar Quartet
was as close as we could get
to our vision for the music of today.
But we bumbled and we fumbled,
our aspirations humbled.
So we slowly put our instruments away.
"The Blue Guitar Quartet
is down, but not out yet.
With practice you will crack it," said Marie.
"Let Patricia be your singer;
she's a musical humdinger,
and as soulful as a solo girl can be".
"She can improvise a blues
based on any riff you choose.
Let's have handshakes and embraces —
this quartet is going places!
Here's to jazz-rock, and The Blue Guitar Quartet!"
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Wanted figs sweet seeds fringes
cluster of oh mmm charmin little freckles,
Myrrh & chessnut eyes teasing
chocolate taste licking
me f a b u lo u s-ly
Skilled as a swift leopards paw
your ticklish personae forest. forces
me to kneal as a sandalwood essence
mingles and trepidates
opiatic. cocoa with lush vanilla
God on dew drops evaporating from
our skins. covering high firenheits
lasting sensual excitement
superstars collidin and exploding
like supernovaes ....soooo good!!!
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
a quart of tequila,
still no feelings,
spinning ceilings beneath me,
in my venomous state,
we went to comedy night at the viper room.
torn to shreds in the front row,
of a gung ** americanised show.
i came because the river still flows,
with depp and the stageshows from the whiskey a go go,
directly opposite the pavement.
the boulevard was full of cars,
and homeless superstars,
that made it far,
but not past the stars on the walk of fame,
Holly would never be the same again.
******* *******
we walked past the cast of a bottomless flask,
cast in the shadows of the sorrows of rodeo drive,
staying alive is easy,
follow,
the yellow brick road and wish for a dollar.
tomorrow is another day.
i seen a man of my same age,
he was a traveller,
vocabular immaculate,
hair cut ****** dindn’t shave much,
one of the same touch.
grubby hands and unfinished plans.
his sign said, were ******
i teared up,
he looked up and stood up and we hugged.
i could see me in his weird look.
just another rhyme in my page book.
i gave him a bag of survival necessities,
i hunted him down after 24 hours.
i was worried to go back,
and finish what i started.
i consider the concept as an artist,
but the truth is this,
the humanist within,
could never miss that appointment.
he sat there in the same spot,
and if i didn’t come,
he could of lost faith in the promise of a circumstance.
i took a certain stance,
he said he was a traveller,
a poet with grubby hands,
i held him with open arms.
i don’t worry about him,
i worry about you,
a ***** and the truth,
trumps and mansion and no use.
i’ve read between the lines,
and wrote this motion on tightropes and suspended emotion.
they want a showman,
but when we show them the ocean,
the don’t want to know the deepest minds inclined.
absolutley,
mutiny in the ranks,
my heart sank when you decided to revamp,
your opinion of me implicitly.
minor to me,
skeleton key to multiple routes.
i never gave a **** about your opinions then,
and I certainly don't give a **** now,
nor have i ever,
stared the gift horse in the mouth.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Pride fills your chest and you feel anthemic
Your thoughts are contagious
Pervasive, pandemic
Phrases like lasers
Searing gazes
At empty stages
But in the background
A playwright bleeds out on paper
Everyone told him fear is not real
But the lie burns acrid
Tastes like acid
What idiot would back this?
Grappling with ghosts
Only gets your *** kicked
Ignore it, and
It becomes a rope around your throat
Choking love
Choking hope
It’s a gag dipped in vinegar
Tightened over tongue
Wafting in your nostrils
Water in your lungs
Embrace it? It is sound and fury
And makes you question
That you have any questions left to ask
Or any words left to say
Any poems meant to write
Any battles worth the fight
Any gifts left to give
Any life left to live
Poet, Fear has a body
With a thousand different heads
This is what it looks like
This slimy source of all your dread
It's your mother when she told you to get a "real" job
It's your bills, it's your rejection slips
It's the "Sorry, not the right fit"s
It's the superstars
Without your scars
Whose work reads like ****
Fear is real
Don’t ever let them tell you differently
It’s real and it’s homicidal
it's maniacal and it's wild
it grips a butcher knife
and it comes to carve out your heart
cut away the playwright's smile
So, poet, posture cat-like
Beckon the foaming dog to bite
But bite you on your ground tonight
"I won’t pretend you aren’t there
so you can shadow my back
dagger between my ribs
**** my dreams in their crib"
Come get me, Fear
I smell you
I feel you
I’m ready for you
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
We are immobilized
veins thick
with toxins
brains saturated
with synthetic sensation.
Get out of bed
pill pundits.
Who do you love?
There is bliss without
a script.
Somewhere.
Look at yourself
****** harlots.
Now look in the mirror.
Is it a surprise that the same face
didn’t appear?
Stand straight,
sloppy sippers.
Take the flask out of your glove compartment
you can’t pregame life.
Come clean,
nicotine queens.
We say we do it
because we don’t care when we die
but I care if you draw your last shallow breath
before mine.
We are the machine,
**** fiends.
We can’t be fueled
by ten sacks
and melancholic
dead dreams.
I am envious
sober superstars,
of your greatest feat,
waking in the morning
and walking
on your own
two feet.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 3:58 AM UTC
i smile too hard in social situations
to make up for the fact that i've sorted through my every thought and can't find anything of interest to say
and i blush at every compliment i receive
because i'm too embarrassed to disagree
you see
I'm kind of vapid
but it's only because I can't control the voice inside my head
I'm not crazy, unfortunately
I'm just overly self aware
and i want you to know that we are stardust
but you're only interested in superstars
and I'm only interested in companionship
so I'll entertain you with magic tricks
I want friends
**** their ***
but women judge me too harshly
and men don't judge me on the right things
they like my mind, but abuse my body
i only care for souls
for records
and old pictures of kids in bulky glasses
neon bellbottoms and
flower power wallpaper
plastering the walls of an alternate universe
where i may blossom and open up
like a flower in the rain
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
Those times I would write poems and submit for publications,they were all rejected, but now i have found my thing And I am living a Superstar lifestyle , my name buzzing everywhere. Poems that have been rejected are the ones now trending
Thank you HP family for making me a better poet. Many love to you all. To all who comment, love, like my poems you are the real Superstars
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 10:17 AM UTC
All their money will turn to dust
The shopping centre cannot hold
The television signal to noise ratio
borders on obscene
The light of their superstars
already dead when they hit
Their songs will fade
as the music boxes burn out
It all rusts
It all goes silent
It all burns off
Everything decays
Everything dies
But if I can hold on to you
in our unspoken covenant
on the edge of forever
perhaps we can defy the sweeping hands
of this mortal coil
and turn our backs on time
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
GLEN CAMPBELL HAS PASSED AWAY
HE WAS THE RHINESTONE COWBOY
HE HAD STYLE CHARACTER AND WIT
BUT MOST OF ALL TRUE GRIT
I WILL MEET YOU AT BONAPARTE'S RETREAT
I AM THE WICHITA LINEMAN
HIS MUSIC WILL STAY IN OUR HEART
BECAUSE ALL HIS SONGS WE LIKED THEM
THERE ARE SINGERS IN THE WORLD AND THEN
SUPERSTARS THAT JUST PASS BY
BUT TOO LOSE GLEN CAMPBELL
MAKES MY BEATING HEART CRY
A TRUE MUSIC LEGEND
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
Hey little dragonfly
I hope you know this ain't no lie
I know you got your superstars
And cozy elevator cars.
Hey little buttercup
You sure are one cute powerpuff
And I know That without a doubt
That you will always tough it out.
Ohh, we know I picked the coldest coast
Yet I can't say that I miss yours most
I swear I'll steal some devil's wings
Cause angels can be such slow things.
Not some bugs eyes on a stick and wings
Or a giant scaly scary thing
Your spirit and a heart of wind
That will burn and fly through anything.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
WHO CARES WHO YOU ARE
I must have played on every corner street
wore my shoes down to my feet
worn out pants and a tattered shirt
and the hunger inside it made me hurt
BUT that's the life of a lonely singer
and his only friend his guitar
yea that's the life of a lonely singer
and a who cares who you are
I thought one day me and my guitar
would both grow up to be superstars
so in every joint I would play my songs
hoping one day folks would sing along
YEA that's the life of a lonely singer
and his only friend his guitar
yea that's the life of a lonely singer
and a who cares who you are
BRIDGE
I sing about my triumphs
and all the times I've failed
the characters within my dreams
from my home made fairy-tales
Like an artist's brush on canvass
when he interprets what he see's
I write down all of my feelings
then sort'em out to see what I mean
YEA that's the life of a lonely singer
and his only friend his guitar
yea that's the life of a lonely singer
and a who cares who you are
by vjkelly (C)1978 for my song
'Who Cares Who You Are'
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
When the game is played out
And the pieces have fallen short
And none can stand the next bout,
Their mission they don’t abort.
They stand on shaky legs
Even if they get knocked down some pegs.
Against the odds that no one
Says they can surpass, they don’t run.
For these are the heroes of the ages,
Real men and women, not sages
Or superstars. Just the average Joe
That does all they can to go
On without any fuel left in the tank.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
I am sharing this opus
It's more of an onus
Of just how things went
But were not really bogus.
I earned my life lumps
Racing over speed bumps
Trying to outrun cards dealt
That were not quite trumps.
Still I made it this far
And while I’m not a star
I suited and showed up.
Things are what they are
And I can debate them
But I can’t dispute them.
It would be a big lie
If I tried to refute them.
So my doddering totter
Gets odder and odder
Telling me loudly
I am Grim Reaper fodder.
Some bridges burned,
Another corner turned
Dealing with the effects
Of the lessons learned.
Now an irascible rascal
Far too frequently wrathful
Warring with too-small print
I am the long-retired radical
No longer marching around
Supporting causes I found.
No longer a crusader, I am
A kind of sad circus clown.
I never expected to have it made
Like a grandee in the shade
Sipping my iced mint julep
Rich from making the grade
But with youthful short sight
I never saw it in this light
That I would fall so short
Of playing things just right.
Still, I have to cut some slack
When I sit here looking back
At where and what I was.
The view is not so black.
While superstars never came,
My lottery dreams were lame,
I feel I did all that could
To honestly play the game.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
We are the tellers of our own story
The makers of our own destiny
We are the sharers of a cast
The cast of us
A stellar reservoir of superstars
We don't appear in magazines
We are the figurines that stand in life
Watch dreams get smashed to smithereens
We follow the theme of living, occasionally giving
Kissing,wishing,missing,loving,kicking,killing
Anatomically the same yet unwilling, fearing living
Whilst each of us unique we all are composed of stars
We all hold within us the chic mystique of being human.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
In my burb, cool cars are superstars,
They never seem to travel far,
They drive off to the bottle shop,
Head off home, dodging the cops,
Maybe they seek lively young babes,
I think the ho's are giggling away,
Another trip to the bottle shop,
Your fun police, I am not,
I do not care where your mufflers are,
Cool cars here are superstars!
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
Lips move silent to treated voice
technically altered in a vacant room
smiling clueless to clueless drones
their thoughts suppressed since mother's womb
manufactured superstars
dressed and fed by faceless greed
their lives a myth
a stagnant dream
without a truth on which to feed
resist with me
this vacuous realm
lifeless words and endless trite
follow closer to the heart
on vapor trails of tear's twilight
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
She was drown to superstars
Shiny cars
Fast lives Slow hearts, materialistic worshippers
Loud mouths, voice yelling hand clappers
Just to get a point a across
Attitude filled reality stars
She idolized, visualized and internalized
Their lifestyles
Just to end up losing her own identity
Consumed by what she idolized she forgot to open her eyes
Blinded by perception, while dying to gain acception
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
Did you know that any building you see
can be torn down easily
if its built on the wrong soil
If its foundations wrong it will fall down withot a fight
Like Goliath on the awesome night
And what happens if our foundation is not in Christ
We will not thrive
To be what we can be
We will be mediocre and feel pain constantly
Those superstars not in Christ behind close doors they are not alright
They will never feel the joy through Christ
They willl never be able to say
Because I have faith in him I know I can survive
They suffer and crumble till they die
And then people talk about their awesome lives
You know who is awesome?
Me
Because I have faith in Christ and I believe I fell joy
Ad I can scream Hallejuah
And know what it means
I believe in a God above all things
Who can move the mountians
Without t0ouching a thing
Who knows what I can be
And you too
Because he is the one who created you
So what happens when a car
Forgets how its made
They will try to fast
Then fail everytime since that is not their way
What they are menant to be
God made you and me
He has a plan of what we should be
I don’t know what it is exactly
But its amazing
How do I know?’I believe I have faith
That is one of the amazing things that make me me
I’m awesome
And I have my life based in Christ
My heart
My soul longs for him
And if some young man wants my heart they can go to jesus to get it
Because I believe
And I know having my life bound in Christ feels amazing
I know it sounds captive controlling and crazy but its not
Its beautiful
Loving someone and knowing someone else loves you too
Having that assurance that someone is always watching you
Guiding you
Helping you
Picking you up when you fall
Knowing souome loves you faults and all
And always forgive
That is who Jesus is
And Im based in him
Because I don’t wanna fall
And I stand tall
You should come stand too
Do what John 3:16 tells you to do
And you will be renwed
Try to make your foundation Jesus
Pray that you love Jesus and believe it
And you will not fall likte the rest
You will soar
Have you ever wanted something more?
Well that something more is jesus
He is there for you
He wants you
Hes got you
Trust him cause he loves you
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Jane’s vacation spot is so cool!
Did you see her meal?
It made me drool
if only you knew Jane downloaded those images from the internet
Zack, the coolest guy in my school has such huge number of companions
If only my circle could grow..
Zack’s friends only care about the resources at his disposal and they won’t hesitate to leave him when things go sour
Cara went to a fancy restaurant today
On the off chance that i had more companions and assets
A couple of shots ought to drown this distress…
Veronica’s man showers her with so much love and care
On the off chance that my man was that way
Did you know he showers her with gifts after making her bleed
Aww, they are one major cheerful family!
In the event that my family could learn
If only you knew the kids parents are considering a divorce
Peter is constantly upbeat
I believe he has got everything
Did you know he secretly wishes he could die
She has a decent figure
I am certain she works out a great deal
If only you knew the number of medical procedures she needed to resemble that...
The Internet allows you to see the immaculate lives people are living.
Our youths admire internet superstars who have a large number of followers on their platforms and try to be much the same as them.
Your so called celebrities or role models upload altered versions of their lives so you could think their lives are perfect
I’m sure most of them have times when they weep and question their potentials.
Days where everything gets so empowering and they wanna quit.
Days where they’re not sure of what the future will bring? But you don’t see that in their pictures/ videos.
Beneath the perfect selfie or video rests turmoil.
Youths nowadays are constantly bothered about the likes and views they have on their posts and they won’t hesitate to take their posts down if it did not gain enough attention.
Honestly, I do feel bad sometimes. I see my peers in foreign places, posting pictures of their achievements making me question my ability.
I always ensure I’m consisted for I whatever I do is credible cos I know my success is close
© Oluwatobiloba Kolawole
March, 2019
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
Blessed are the arrogant
for theirs is the kingdom of their own company
Blessed are the superstars
for when the magnificent send their light
we understand better our own insignificance
Blessed are the filthy rich
for you can only truly own what you give away
Blessed are the bullies
for one day they will have to stand up to themselves
Blessed are the liars
for the truth can be awkward
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
There were so many superstars
Conducting somber seminars
And I’ve attended many in my time.
And they seemed to take for granted
We could only be enchanted;
That their facilitation is sublime
And since those presentations are
Now displaced by the webinar
Their pedagogic hubris is enlarged.
And they can add computer skill
To their old-fashioned power drill
Engagement thus is positively charged.
And we still can choose to slumber
Through a course no longer somber
The internet will simply intercede
So gird your ***** and drop your guard
Send reverence to the graveyard;
The superstar is an endangered breed
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC