"swimmin" poems
Not many people know
where the old road goes
I’m older now and it seems
there are more and more
paved roads
that lead to nowhere —
most of the time
As a kid, living miles up
a rough potholed,
country road — a hike away
from the edge a small town
out in the sticks,..
you come to know onliness,
blind to a journey alone
I never stepped on
cracks in a town sidewalk —
never learned what
"superstitious" was,
like the other kids
from town
It wasn't the cracks
in the sidewalk
I feared to tread;
steppin' on 'em breaks nothing
already broken —
It was just all so different
than the long walk home
where that old road goes —
grandma always said:
*"follow the creek upstream;
it'll always lead you back
where you belong"*
The washboards
in the steep narrow road
up the hill, were like
muddy stair steps
in the rainy season
Sometimes I followed
on up the creek below
to the upper log bridge
swimmin' hole,..
where I learned to listen
to the sweet melody
of unclouded days;
and for a moment
I thought I belonged
I still haven't
found my way out
of this memory
I’m holding onto —
because life is just
an unstoppable
season, passing by
on its own;
like the way
rainwater
in the swollen
creek bed flows:
And I'm just
another passing September
no one will remember —
most of the time
Jesse Stillwater ... September 2018
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Ye evar 'eard oda' masta' inna swamps?
E'a man hund wid 'is hands. . .take down a gator inna fide?
Yeah ah-boy, he a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Ain't nah trapping, nor'a line, no kedjewel, or time,
-jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Swimmin' inna wad-eh got skin made-o' armah,
-inna mud, inna grasses, eh-no teachin' it in classes,
strike wid juss a knife inna hand he's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
No ricel, no Glock, no light out innna night,
-jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
If you's can **** widout a ricel you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
"May I introduce to YOU! " Wee Willie Frog of Mine. JUST because you're Green, You think you're "SO-FINE" ! Sittin with your nose STUCK-UP in the air, Jumpin here and Jumpin There!___ . Just WAITIN for the chance to "SNAP-OUT" your Tongue ,, Even as we sit here listening to the RIPPITING Song you've sung ! NO longer do they call you the Polly *** OR even the Tadpole swimmin under the Log. NOW _You're the GREAT BULL FROG of all time, Wee Willie Frog of Mine. Just because you're Green, YOU think You're So Fine ! From Lilly Pad to Lilly Pad You jump so Neat, Landing Perfectly on all Four feet. Looking around for Dinner to come Your WAY, Croakin OUT your songs all the day . Jumpin here and Jumpin there ! Sittin with Your Nose stuck UP in the air ! ALL can hear YOU in the night, Bellowing out your Songs with All your might. Wee Willie Frog of Mine, Just because You're Green,, You think you"re so fine ! The LORD Made You my favorite Pet, But I haven't seen you Jump in my Pocket YET ! MAYBE, JUST Maybe with some practice YOU'LL learn ALL the tricks, even the one with yellow Building Bricks.... " I Really Like It, That when I Call, * YOU Call RIGHT-BACK", Could it be , You want to see what's in my sack ? A SNACK for You is what I've brought, *SOME "Y U M M Y - B U G S * , is what I caught. "just for you ! ! Yes you're GREEN , yes You're SO FINE! ! "WEE WILLIE FROG OF MINE" "RIBBITT"
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
Kickin' all the way the Live Coolio
deep in ya Culo/
it's that Boy Yosef comin' with major Flavas/
with so Many Styles more than a Hair Doo Voodoo/
got ya eyes on ya know Who?/
so many ****** wanna Smoke me
Cuz im the New Joint/
puttin' sparks to ya Head ****** Red/
if u thinkin' about Frontin'' Me/
ill make u Crossover like EPMD/
Rap Fanatic since i was Swimmin' in the Nut Sack the Mack Attack/
hittin' all your perspectives
im takin' out all the Primitives/
in the Rap Game Shoot ya Stick
try again my- Flows erected as a ****
in between ***** *****
so take Chance it ya Want/
Watch the gun taunt
in ya Face a sad Disgrace/
Slappin' a new taste
in ya Mouth i Dropped it
my Style can't be Competed
you Obsoleted
i'm Makin Profits the Funk Baby!!!!
Many Emcees sweet as a KitKats
so cut the Chit Chat/
cuz im bout to Splatter their careers into pieces
Gotthem Envisionin' Doubles
like Noah i Told ya
the Tru Soldier Rollin' Dogia/
marchin' to the Beat with my Vocal
a Tru Loco/
when i'm sippin E & J **** an Airplay pinin' Indo/
playin' suckas close like who's holdin' the most/
weight? Pushin' rhymes like weights
Loots stay Connected like freight Train Crates/i Dominate from all states
that's why they Call Me All-State/
but ya Ain't in Good Hands
-tryna Step to the Big Man
keep u heated galore like Afghanistan gettin' in that *** like Sand/
so take Stand and a Bow cuz im the Prowl/
for that Number One Slot
ya rhymes loose as Jar Jelly
**** what the critics tell me
"Mr Big Stuff" girls call me "Heavy D"
From then shaft that lays between me
the Funk Baby!!!
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
While I'm still here
screaming,
"someone save me from myself".
As I keep on run-run-running
a blood-red black.
Race-line, to the finish.
To hallways that need sounds.
In homes.
That you have had
to have been in at least,
once before.
Till, the next time.
I'm be swimmin'
until I can lie
about this,
no more.
But I think.
That the last line,
will
hurt
the most.
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 1:33 PM UTC
**Cherries Jubilee.
---
Climbing up a tree.
---
Sippin' on some tea.
---
Swimmin' in the sea.**
Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
Did you just ask me out?
Tryin' to ply me with flowers!
Well nice try, Mister Aquaman,
But get some super powers.
A girl like me can't risk it,
I ain't no downtown baby!
Your devotion and a dollar, sir,
Would buy me a coffee, maybe.
You know it's true, this rump's too fine,
For your sweaty meat hooks there;
It's something else you'll have to grip,
Don't feel the need to share.
Well there's my flight, my throne in the sky;
I look down in safety as the peasants roll by,
I know they'd like to spin a slice of my pie,
But this pie in the sky is priced too **** high!
Back on my island, beach volleyball season.
Which color bikini? Somethin' right for some breezin'
Or just playin' naked, I don't need no **** reason!
My big ******* out for some major crowd pleasin'!
Well that was sure fun, a day in the sun!
I didn't forget you, Mr. Pop Gun;
You would have loved it, this tan honey bun,
But you ain't been swimmin'; you're dry as a nun.
Before I forget you, just thought you should know:
This booty's so fly, it's pressurized, yo
And though upon you this hot wind won't blow,
You can ask "Would she love me?" An emphatic no.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
she is fine as hell,
doesn't even own a car,
still she's ready to go and I'm ready to roll,
so let's go drive our hearts into tomorrow,
her skin glows more than 24k gold,
use me please babe I can be borrowed,
just please leave the ego,
check your ego at the door,
of perception no deception,
only reflections reflecting us more,
cardinals and directions,
robins and gremlins,
goblins and demons,
land mimes and sea men,
see man she can get any man,
because her skin is pure adrenaline,
she’s the disease she’s the medicine,
she's dark like African and light like Edison,
high in the Hollywood Hills,
swimmin’ in infinity pools,
intent on intent,
and also indecisive in a sense,
in any event at every event,
she shines more than any lame in a designer dress,
because she looks better no matter whatever the attire,
no makeup and sweatpants she's still the best dressed...
The H Trilogy
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So not only are you getting an epic book of poetry,
but you're also supporting a good cause.
Thank you SO much
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Where are we, Barry?
I don’t remember this place.
And what’s that branchy thing in the corner? I know I’ve seen it before but I don’t know what it is!
Don’t you hate that Barry? Not knowing things?
Like you're just swimmin' in deja-vu?
Y’know
you remind me of a different place, Barry. A better place.
A time looong ago.
But nostalgia’s like smoke, you know? You can see it and you can smell it, but you can never hold it in your hand no matter how hard you try. And besides, if you get too close it’ll sting your eyes. Isn’t that right Barry?
Gosh you’re quiet.
Wait. Where are we? I’m afraid I don’t remember much.
But I remember you, Barry.
How could I forget!
Do you remember when we were together, Barry? Remember the sea?!
Oh man she was pretty. The colour of the sun. Or was she green? Or no,
no she was definitely blue.
Ahh, but we’re not there anymore, are we?
We’re someplace else.
There are walls here.
I don’t think I like it here, Barry. I don’t like that thing in the corner, that’s f’sure.
I don’t know why but I don’t like that thing oneee bit.
We should leave this place Barry.
We could go somewhere else! Forget about all of this!
Yeah, yeah, that would be good.
What do you think, Barry?
Huh, Barry?
Barry?
Wait,
Where are we?
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Break my heart into tiny pieces,
Throw them into waves.
Say goodbye until another day,
'Cause I'm swimmin' away.
Smile here to stay.
Now I'm gonna be the first to learn how to fly,
And ride these clouds like ships.
The sky my newfound ocean,
The winds a tide
To navigate me from side to side.
How far can I really soar?
Imagination, carry me afar. Journey me afar.
Now stars like sitting in the sky,
Just sippin' their tea,
Laughing at all our attempts to make sense
Of everything that we see.
Silly astronomy.
So I'll sit on the milky way,
Just sippin' my tea.
Laughing at all of your attempts,
To just break free.
Silly gravity.
How far can I really soar?
Imagination carry me afar, journey me afar.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Fanciful
Romanciful
That button on your pants iful
Do a little dance iful
Jump around and prance iful
Typical
Whimsical
Tickle tickle tickle
Swimmin'
Brimmin'
Out on a limb in
I'm not cringin
Door fallin off hinge in
Eliminate the g
Bumble bee
I'm just rhyming now
What a perv right
Warm summer's night
Let's do it right
it right
Smite
The fire breathing
Knight
Night fright
Demons at the window
Beat 'em up with jindo
I'm done...
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
Though the; core of the earth can be measured in Kelvin
What happens on the surface is a negative hell man.
Its a; cold world that we live in
From the government, law enforcement, and politicians.
Everything you do, where you go is like your swimmin’
Piranha on you tail take everything you've been given.
Through the gutters we roam in search of new beginnings.
Man; is this life we live really worth livin’?
Just to find out the when, where and how of your ending?
It’s a; cold world that we follow.
Pushers giving you pills and telling you to swallow.
The pills of conformity, we all had a taste.
Some just got addicted so they feigning for that 8.
Nose stuck on the internet searching for conspiracies.
Illuminati, JFK the whole entire industry.
The media’s agenda is the way we all proceed.
People tread the tail cause they all afraid to lead.
Probably afraid to bleed, to impede on the culture.
Well now it’s time to feed, swarm down hungry vultures.
It’s the; cold world that got us dying.
Fight for your beliefs and end up in an asylum.
You ain’t even gotta riot, to be quiet is a sin.
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir. Amen
That’s the story that they preach.
Subliminal, under the surface.
Nobody knows the truth so it all seems perfect.
Well...
Does it all seem worth it?
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 12:49 PM UTC
I've met a lot of ill women
While I've been swimmin'
and skimmin through this ocean
Trying to find one to show my devotion
The journey has gone as thus;
I tried a Virgo, and Aquarius
The latter was the scariest
I tried to get freaky with a Scorpio
Her mind was too ***** though
But it started with a Leo
That chance I'd blow
I thought I'd found it in the Sag co
But in the end I never forgot the Szajko
(Sound that one out)
I went through the whole zoo,
I'm always found in front of you
Just a poor Jew trying to make up for
All the fire I put you through before.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Running down that gravel road back home,
Spitting rock from my churning feet,
Arms pumping with a determination,
Lungs burning pleasantly like they only do when you're young,
Excitement in a way that is only felt by those under 23.
Lord oh Lord,
Where did the days go?
Carry me back to when I didn't have the knees of a 56-year-old,
Before my metabolism slowed down to a snail's pace,
And I needed to watch my blood pressure and my weight.
Head a-swimmin,
Stomach queasy,
Like asking out your first crush,
Or maybe a beer or 3 too many,
I think back to when I was a teen.
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 12:23 AM UTC
all my photos are in his passenger's seat
these black and whites of him singing
and talking about the wars he has and hasn't
been in, navigating Penrose like he walked
these roads a thousand times before he ever
took a truck--
and he know everybody's name, date of birth
and probably their social, who died and when--
he's been livin' as 14 other people,
never gets no space and I'm no respecter of that
neither cause the way he looks at me used to
scare me and now I know he jus' scared himself.
saw it when he told me about Braun's body
in the brambles, and in the letters he gets from
past lovers full of jealous jargon-- you made *me
feel terrible*, your fault, ending in a hundred
goodnights, she wants the last word and all I want
is for him to tell me what he's thinkin' when he's angry
'cause he is angry, with bitterness sunk down in his bones
and swimmin' 'round in his chest, he lost weight out at the rig
but kept all that melancholy to himself, brings it home and
drops it in a glass before taking it back in
he asks why I'm lookin' and it's just 'cause.
Just 'cause i'm looking at his eyelashes while
he sleeps or the lip of his brow hidin' eyes a lot lighter than you'd think, committing the eagle on his back to memory
with that scripture from Isaiah a ways off in my head,
scrawled on the back of my heart,
written at the crown of his spine,
I used to wonder about the integrity of his skin
if water'd seep through or run off, used to think
he was made of wood with rice paper shutters--
but he's a mountain, a snowcapped alp
you wouldn't know it from a ways off,
when he's just a soldier standing out
in the field, shoulders hunched, chin tucked
breathin' cold air, but Lord he warm, fierce as the
mistakes he runnin' from--
we both beggin' to be right
or good enough, for the sunlight
to make us into somethin' pretty
somethin' new and shined--
but for now i'm takin' pictures shotgun,
hiding my fingers in my pockets
thinking about the way his voice'd
prolly blow in on the curtains on a
summer's day, and he's singing
My love, is somewhere in that mountain....
my love is somewhere in that mountain
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Jammin’ with Mammon.
Hyped to the max.
Finding those loopholes
Paying no tax.
Slammin’ for Mammon.
Foreclosing on life.
You died too soon?
We’ll tax your wife.
Jammin’ with Mammon
The world by the tail.
Lie cheat and swindle
Don’t worry about bail.
Swimmin' like salmon
Against the stream.
Dealing from the bottom;
Living the dream.
Slammin’ for Mammon;
Trample the rest.
Get first and last from
The community chest.
No famine for Mammon;
Let the poor starve.
**** the fatted calf and
Get ready to carve.
Jammin’ with Mammon
As good as it gets.
No room for conscience
Or squishy regrets.
Slammin’ for Mammon
Means money is king.
Don’t count the victims,
Just get the brass ring.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
Follow lights the will-o-wisps
To red lights onto pillow slips
Walk under streetlight to pink lips
Everyone after green glow
Even if it means being a ***
J.Gatsby's after the afterglow
Peddlin their product, street vendors
Dealin in meat and being tender
****** in a backseat, body lenders
Crafting blissfull afterglow and after glow
Some call it sinful so callow although
Most aren't so shallow, chill in a bordello
Red lights swimmin in the air
Sanctity dyin without care
For sale tittys and derriere
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Dark nights trade lights between stars and skyscrapers
Bar liquors and odd favors, lingering thoughts to dry papers
In a laundromat where fiends stay at 'til they find their change
And exchange life stories of wars that are strange
To some, deranged folks pile up quarters for a dime
Peace, reminisce on simpler times before they hooked on crime
I, wonder when it was that their dreams started fadin'
Up late in corners are the insomniacs tradin'
Chemical mixtures in the same churches they prayed in
Now they seek aid in gateway drugs to unveil
The gates to Heaven after they've done jail
Sentences diminishin' what's left of their presence
In a sense, innocence leaves no room for vengeance
Against the cash that rules, souls, gold chains and jewels
Late nights in swimmin' pools of miseries and dues
Drawn in my notebooks on a midnight cruise
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
mummification
all tears dried up within'
feel it slippin'
slowly sinkin'
hearing mermaids singin'
I'm in a hurry
swimmin'
to grab hold of this
very special woman
but I got to go deep
spread my angels wings
to accelerate speed
there's only one thing on my mind
only one thing I see
that's you..
I grab your hand
go to the surface
don't perish
swim towards the coast
that once had you rejected
Solid ground has to accept it
Still have you in my arms
I will never let go
and I will always fight
I breathe in air
and give you a kiss of life
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Sit still, now, chil’,
While I untangle this mess -
You ain’t goin’ swimmin’
‘til it’s all in braids,
The mo’ naps you got,
The mo’ hair you lose,
I’m ti’ed of strugglin’
With this pick
And flat comb,
—
‘cause yo hair is too thick,
I’m at the enda mah wick,
And, mah grays are doin’
Anything -
But, fadin’.
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 9:04 PM UTC
Remember when you threw me out and said sink or swim?
Well I'm swimmin' now alright
And it looks like you can't even float
I'm not sorry your crew abandoned your boat
Carry your weight you say
Well call me mule
Now your hand is extended towards me
Asking for jewels
Theres a leo on the prowl
Walk on egg shells to avoid an instant collision
Temper tantrums will keep you divided like division
You should look at yourself in the mirror and make a revision
I hope you're warm
Standing next to all the bridges you've burned
Grow up if you want to be successful
But you're too stubborn to have learned
You're a friend of mine but not for long
You abandoned me first sight of wrong
That's just too bad, I don't blame you, I blame your dad
You were the most selfish friend I've ever had
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Sae whit did ye dae?
Hannah's mother asked
when Hannah returned
from swimming with Benny
ah went swimmin'
Hannah replied
so where's he noo?
her mother said
looking past
her daughter's head
he's in th' cludgie
Hannah said
what's the' matter
wi' heem?
her mother said frowning
he's havin' a ***
Hannah replied
whit ur ye dae efter?
her mother said
Benny came out
of the toilet
and stood by Hannah
everything all right?
he asked
never better
Hannah said
come on
let's go in my room
and I can show you
the new knife
my dad got me
whit ur ye daein'?
Mrs Scot said
we're going to my room
and I'm showing
Benny my new knife
Hannah said
weel dornt sit
oan th' scratcher
she said moodily
and walked off
to the kitchen
Benny and Hannah
went to her bedroom
and closed the door
I see your mum's
her usual happy self
Benny said quietly
o don't mind her
her bark is as bad
as her bite
and Hannah laughed
sit down
and I'll show you
the knife
but your mum said
not to sit on the bed
Benny said
what she can't see
won't hurt her
Hannah said
Benny watched her
as she went to a drawer
and sorted amongst
many knives
many of which
he'd seen before
there was a knock
at the door
whit ur ye tois daein'?
Mrs Scot said
I'm showing Benny something
Hannah replied
Mrs Scot walked off
and said nothing more
that'll get her thinking
Hannah said smiling
thinking about what?
Benny said
never mind
about what
if it gets her thinking
it's a good thing
Hannah said
sitting beside Benny
showing him
the new knife
on her single
bouncy bed.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Summers at grandma's used to be fun,
Before we realized our grandparents would eventually die
and transcend to planes invisible to our eyes.
And we would sneak into the house, soggy bathing suits and all
Dripping pools on the floor while we snuck slices of American cheese from
the fridge, and butter crackers.
And, in fear, thrill, and delight, we would wolf down our sacred snacks
In the dim kitchen light, before Mama could see or grandma would
get home from work,
And dart, crashing into the swimming pool and enduring stomach-aches to keep
Our secret delight silent.
The delights I endure now are different. More painful, even.
The shrieks of laughter when you would lick my face. The moans when
we slept together and enjoyed those more-adult sorts of pleasures.
Your fingers, when they gracefully plucked a tune from the banjo,
and the notes stabbed me in the heart, and I soared with love and joy and love--
A thrill--like those simple times, sneaking snacks at grandma's from the kitchen
on summer days, when we were swimmin'.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC