"swagging" poems
before the world i stand as woman, African queen
exotic beauty, strong, tough and resourceful
there in lies the damest of all that bind me to a cruel fate
"Africa, the birth place of mankind"
her daughters, slaughtered,mutilated and, raised to feel inferior
relaxers, skin lighting cream, weaves, wigs, diets
raised by western thinkers, propaganda splashed on the soap box
forced to work for the rich and powerful plastic people
forced watered down music
i dream of a world lead by African queen's
confident in there velvet cream skin
loving afro hair
swagging there bustyness with pride
no more selling our bodies for west
taking pride in being different
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
I sit on the rooftop of my home
above the city traffic breezing through
the stark streets, their shadowed tires
playing various musical notes upon the
glorious surface, swirling smoke from engines
twisting and twirling in the rising air, the deep
shifting sun wearing it’s majestic crown, gazing
at the beautiful scenery glittering in its eyesight,
my bright brown eyes staring at a mountain
of lyrical content, a stunning sheet filled with
blazing melodies, a magnificent instrument strumming
its skills upon a drumming landscape, an amazing vocal
pattern hip-hopping into a dominion of amplifying layers,
each time changing into a collection of crystal clears,
resurrecting a roaring sea of swagging infinities flying
into future constellations, while suntanned trees swing
a swift beat, rocking in outer worlds far from earth,
marching leaves sinking in magical passion and dancing
dreams, breathing in the eternal existence of tranquility,
letting it seep inside their frames and intensify their minds,
letting its philosophy of uncharted depths exhale a wave
of genius creations, a glowing gem existing beyond Venus and Mars, further distant than any galaxies known to mankind. As I sit on this creative platform of timeless brilliance, I can feel the echoing breeze whispering in my ears, its smooth monotone sounds stinging my soul,every essence of my being, igniting a fire spinning kingdom of raw and gritty poetry inside my heart.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
The smoothness of your brown skin
captivates my soul, hazel eyes so bold
and beautiful, a palace of romance and
sensual dreams, shimmering beams and
nightlife gleams.
His sweet lips touch my skin so
peacefully, melodic vowels and
fascinating sounds, deep channeling
languages of sheer temptations,
harmonic creations.
I can feel the music inside his chests,
the dynamic beats drumming endlessly
around Neptune and Jupiter, explosive
Mars, spinning dynasties over magical
majesties.
To run my fingers through his dashing
dreads, wavy locks upon my heart,
an aura of celestial instruments
intensifying my flow.
To inhale the lucid lyrics all over
his body, taking in his world of
magnificent nations – the upbeat
rhythms traveling through the
cityscape, the flashing light
posts standing in glorious delight,
the midnight skies of love over
divine cuddling.
The phenomenal poetry gliding
on top of the balcony. The
shimmering syllables sparkling
in the air. The brilliant metaphors
bursting in celebration. The
vibrating alliteration pounding the
pavement. The swagging similes
dancing in the night.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
scaling
scaning
scrapping
scratching
shading
shaping
shifting
shining
sketching
skining
skipping
swagging
swaping
switching
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
There he goes again
Swagging by the lane
They say he is trying to act cool
But who’s to say that he looks like a fool
Is he just out of his mind?
Or showing off like I am blind
And can’t see all those pain hidden in his eyes
That he tries to hide by lies
But who’s to say that I want to go by his side
And shake him and bring him back
To the reality of life
And move on with a new start
With me as his best part
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
There he goes again
Swagging by the lane
They say he is trying to act cool
But who’s to say that he looks like a fool
Is he just out of his mind?
Or showing off like I am blind
And can’t see all those pain hidden in his eyes
That he tries to hide by lies
But who’s to say that I want to go by his side
And shake him and bring him back
To the reality of life
And move on with a new start
With me as his best part
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
I saw Enid’s old man
go off into the Square
cigarette in his mouth
swagging on his way
I watched him
go down the slope
and out of sight
into the evening's
dimming light
Enid was on the balcony
just over the way
she waved to me
we met
on the concrete stairway
with the electric
light bulb above us
he's gone out then I see
I said
yes to the pub for a drink
she said
why did you watch him go?
miss him being there?
she looked up the stairs
then down the stairs
no just making sure
he went
she said softly
the light bulb showed
a bruise on her chin
been at you again?
she rubbed her chin
hit my chin on a door
she said
the door he pushed at you
or the door he pushed you into?
she said nothing
but walked up the stairs
to the balcony
outside my parents' flat
I followed her
she leaned over the edge
and gazed into the Square
it was quiet
the kids gone indoors
the moon bright in the sky
stars shining
it was an accident
she said
he didn't mean it
I studied her
the dark hair straggly
her dull dress
her eyes rabbit-like
in fear
mustn't tell no one
she said
looking at me
I won't
(I told my mother later)
she rubbed chin
with her fingers
it must be me
he doesn't hit
my big sister or brother
he glares at me
she added
in a whisper
I moved closer to her
she smelt of damp clothes
if I were bigger
I’d punch him
down the stairs
I said
you're 9
she said
he's 35 and twice your size
I looked at her
and smiled
I had him in the sights
of my six-shooter gun
the other day
and when the cap went
BANG
he nigh on messed his pants
she laughed
then looked worried
did he see you?
he looked up
but couldn't see me
through the metal grill
she relaxed
and leaned her head
on my arm
next time
I’ll use my Wyatt Earp rifle
and get him in the back
she nodded
and I gazed
at the sky
turning black.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
He looked weird
With his long beard
Seems unshaven for many years
Walked like a turtle
With a shiny armor like metal
Hung around his neck were cups and kettle
Swagging with baby like steps
I heard Tip-a-tip-tap
With his walking stick and a whitered cap
I watched him from far
Away from my car
Hip-a-didal-do why you stare like am at a zoo
He mumbled loudly like a roar
From a lions cage somewhere at the core
I kept my pace to see him more
A small man perhaps a dwarf
Making his way towards the near wharf
I decided to head off
As I turned to go
He startled from behind
Saying Sip-aa-say-so
Leaving me speechless
With no clue
Of how he got me out of the blue
He taped his stick
And sat on a brick
He totally looked sick
I said "hello"
He replied *"ello"
"I am a weird fellow"*
He looked away
Far to the other way
Got up and started his weird song
*Tip-a-tip-tap Tip-a-tip-tap
With a say of little
Here I see a cat in the middle
Whose with me...Whose with me
With cups and kettle
Sip-aa-say-so Sip-aa-say-so
With nowhere to go
Hip-a-didal-do Hip-a-didal-do
I have no clue...*
©sim
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
Being so vain just drives me insane
This obsession of appearance
Physical interference
Sad for me to think
That this is all that you think
Really just bowing down
To the normality of your crazy town
Being so vain,
Drives me insane
Another orange face clutching a clutch bag swagging a wayward comedic dance
Locked in the dismissive illusion that has you spineless , and in a trance
No worries with caring
But is it really your insecurities you need to be sharing
Patchwork quilts adorn our high streets
The pain of who you are
Has you self harming and your vanity is just helping to disguise the scar
Nothing like a good bit of Disruptive Pattern Material to fool the enemy
I suppose for some it must just be a camouflaged reality
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
He is so irresistibly hot, mouthwateringly magical
Greatly appreciated, a hypnotizing halo, a moving man
That knows where he stands in life, he glows bolder
Than the majestic, ambrosial oceans, tempts me
To sink inside his innermost winsome wonderland
His upbeat blazing kingdom, lyrical loveliness
Smooth-spoken, hard enchanted hands, the soft feeling
Strands of his beard instantiating his creative manliness
I have never seen such a super swagging star
A flame that burns iridescently, lighting up
My dynasty, giving me the motivating force
To create substantially sensational poems
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
Serpent inverting sense invoking smiles
Flash bone to the fruit of the knowing good
Taste of the sickening or urgent food
Swagging God to appetize necrophiles.
Serpent whispers war swallowing souls for miles
Each way as a starved out heavenly feud
Flames to ruin the body by bodies imbued
With gut lust the conflicted tongue riles.
A worm burrowing through to eat the turn
Will savor seed at core of maggot site,
Settled omnivorous as freshly found.
Selving **** to cocoon the worm it churn,
A hungry untasted hermaphrodite
Devouring dainty dead meat now renowned.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC