"tripp" poems
your love surrounds me,in a crowd of many,your searching eyes found me,your arms are the gates that open wide,to take my life in , saying silently you belong,welcome home.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
How cool and sweet the air I drank,
Standing beneath the starry sky;
As I stroll’d the starlit bank,
I saw my Fairy Queen float nigh.
She shew’d me petals for my bed,
A long grass for my easy-chair;
Mushrooms for umbrella or shade
Should rain pelt down from Anywhere.
She gave me May dew for my thirst,
Nectar sips to sweeten my lips;
She shew’d me jasmines, bloom’d and burst,
Whilst light-foot’d fairies round us tripp’d.
Not until I heard the church-bell
Strike with delight the morning hour,
Did I hear a thud as I fell
Off the red petals of a flower.
None was in sight when I came round;
A small red flower stood by my side.
Not a stir was heard, not a sound;
My Fairy Queen had gone to hide.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
I never knew his real name and my youthful imagination named him uncle funky the peanut man as bagged peanuts burnt were hopefully sold from a makeshift stand now on this June 2013 morning my mind slowly opens the door of youthful memory and I see soiled pants turned over shoes old hat crooked atop long gray hair brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the untended skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiffs released randomly would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days and I wonder and it is"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky?
ut to be sold hopefully from a makeshift stand now on this june 2013 morning my mind opens the door of youthful memory and I see clearly soiled pants and shirt old hat atop of unseen hair brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the unbathed skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiff released would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days but I wonder and it isn"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky the peanut man?
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
the sinner regrets ,he was unable to pray today, o lord. the sinner regrets, he was unable to pray today-he was sorry prayer was delayed' but yesterday in a lover's arms to long he stayed,o lord. the sinner regrets he was unable to pray today. when he realized and found, that the love was gone,o lord, he went after the woman who led him astray, but he was shot by her husband along the way, o lord. the sinner regrets he was unable to pray today, o lord. when blood came rushing out of his side,tears of repentance filled his eyes, o lord.he passed away on a ***** city street, and was given only a moment to cry. looking up to Heaven he died, o lord. the sinner regrets, he was unable to pray today.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Bad boy blues.Get away from my door. Trouble trying to crawl.
Through my window. But I keep it closed. So it can't get in. Found the
The girl that my eyes were searching for. To help me take care. Of love's
Business .That's what I was made for. Been looking all over for a love
That could be mine. All the time
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Priest with an intense hard-on for young boys
Dropping LSD into the water
Hallucinations of grandeur
Guilty in the face of soiled minds
Praying on the alter boys
The bigger the ********
The closer to god
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 6:19 AM UTC
I never knew his real name as a child in Newark
But named him Uncle Funky the peanut man while he sold peanuts
from a makeshift stand, now on this June 2013 morning
My mind opens the door of youthful memory
I can see soiled pants and shirt,an old battered hat covering gray uncut hair and brown hands waiting for a dollar for his peanuts
Funk clung to his skin like fleas to a dog
And just one whiff released would stagger a young boxer in his prime
The times changed with the town sweeping Uncle Funky away with
yesterday and the past like old news
And I wonder and it isn't a very pleansant wonder
Whatever became of Uncle Funky the peanut man?
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
DR MARTIN LUTHER KING trained us in workshops based on non-
Violence to resist the water hoses soaking us and knocking us down
On hate filled sidewalks or the sharp teeth police dogs set upon
Men women children biting our private parts and making meals of
flesh,the billy clubs sprayed tear gas on the EDMUND PETTUS
Bridge, but somehow as I walked saying inside that time will tell about
Me and I glimpsed ahead the resurrection of my soul and manhood
Rising from the dust of shame. We all locked arms together with our
Wounded bodies determined minds and hearts spirits soaring
From DR KING's I HAVE A DREAM words and marching right
On into history
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Like an artist, creating, his very own, masterpiece, on fine,canvas, in creative,brush strokes, of mental, thoughts, within the mind, I created you, before, your presence,came forth, masterpiece in body, and thought, masterpiece, of my own,design, for all, the world, to see, a masterpiece, that changed, even me, painted,beauty, in real,vision, that my eyes, beheld, in human,form, masterpiece of elegance
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
the plantation that housed both my body mind soul had fallen on hard times.union soldiers had plundered the crops and taken every thing worth stealing.when word spread from plantation to plantation that president abreham Lincoln had something called the emancipation prolimantion that set us fre and we were no longer enslaved . able bodied and once docile slaves ran of in all directions but I stayed behind with the old and spirit weary faithful who seemed dazed and listless.my mistres was the only white face among us.i still wore the faint imprint of the daily chains worn like bracelets .that spring day in the kitchen while preparing black coffee and biscuits the little left for mistress and me I felt eager white hands on my breasts,than the cloth shirt hiding my nakedness was ripped away as pink hard manhood invaded my insides.the intense pain rocked all senses and tears flooded out like a dam unloosed.my screams bounced off each enclosed wall.yet no one came to make it stop.as he rode the waves of his personal pleasure my shut off mind could see visions of running through creek beds and swimming through rivers with a knapsack with two linen shirts two pairs of pants one jacket one pair of shoes one pair of socks parting gifts from my mistress tied atop my wooly head and most of al being able to sing with a loud free voice a song yet sung.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
you're the very reason that I hold on . the inspiration for this song made this man into a ever lasting believer surrender throws my hands up in the air inside said show me something faith said come closer if you dare sweet love each time felt pouring through convincing beyond any doubt that I can't live without you so love away please stay you already know I can't play the game of round and round up and down people go in spite of brokenness anyway so love away please stay such wonderful love has my soul craving and i'm the one that you're affection is saving so love away please stay lord I want you to stay
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
his name was John Coltrane, and when his long fingers,touched tenor saxophone keys, his notes slapped jaded, sullen attitudes, about jazz, including my own, musical notes ,leaped, bent, twisted, soaredin the air, as he played ,with eyes closed, as if lost in,a personal dream, the saxophone moaned, cried. whispered, told the good news, on the mountaintop, Coltrane was in the house, rocking it, he did it,simply, yet, unlike any other,ever heard before ,that moment, gone now, in the shadows of time, but his music, remains, still gathers new followers attention,pointing ,an indignant finger of cool, at those, who wish, they knew,coltrane, before he left, the station
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Papa was never home, women he held in his arms were't his own
Papa did't like to do much thinking.His natural talents were
Gambling loving drinking .Mama I don't need you to tell me the truth
Papa was never home , the loving he did was always his own
And when he died did't even our dog a bone
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
coming up autumn you were a loving playful tyke,just to lose your 12 year old life last year,to two brothers from the neighborhood who lied and stole your BMX bike.and if that wasn't enough for your DADDY and family to stand,i remember the case unfolding on tv news and I your DADDY recently kneeling on a football field next to your initials in a park that will be dedicated in your memory and tears came to my eyes ,and the daily news informed me about the anger in that town,which I can understand with you AUTUMN no longer around.a waitness at
barbar
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
It's the final countdown when buildings and trees on earth
Are falling down. The final countdown when panic and raving madness
Can be found. Rich men and women sitting on their money
With the poor left behind again in life too
And overcast days will be normal here
And the sun will never shine on us any more
Tell me brother what will doomed mankind do ?
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
So the other day I put on my big, black hat and hobbled down town
(Yep, hobbled as I fell stupidly playing in the yard pretending as though I was a kid and tore a ligament)
I donned my black chucks and I was hot **** again for a while
I threw on that big fur coat my grams left me And a few of her gaudy jewels
Anyhow, I went down to "L" street and sat on that bench again
The one in that make shift "park" where they lined up a bunch of big rocks and called it good
I sat and looked at that giant lady painted on the side of that falling down brick building for more than a bit
"L" street, The bad part of town where you can get anything
Not named L street because it's L shaped, but because of a pill that apparently makes you Tripp
I guess you can or could get them there, the L pills I mean
So I sat there thinking and being mad
Staring at that giant, painted, brown woman
She advertises tobacco from 80 years ago and she's almost gone
Flaking and peeling,
Pieces of her lost to the wind, and to time itself
She smiles
And she's beautiful
And I hate her
But since I was 15, She draws me to her
That Tobacco Lady, with her smile, and red dress and feathered hair
She always smiles
When it rains, she smiles
When it snows, she smiles
Hell, when half the ******* town burned
That ***** smiled
I cry, she smiles....
That Tobacco Lady
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
Joel's ten month old only child, a son, had just started walking as Joel was sentenced to jail for three to six months for fighting, after charges had been filed against him. Each time a court hearing was set Joel went, but the dates were always post phoned. Joel meet Sena a tall dark skinned buxom twenty nine old French speaking woman, just off the coast of Ghana. They married and through mutual friends came to America,and settled in Germantown. Sena spoke French to her dacca. She was a devoted mother and wife. Each time that Sena dropped her child off at daycare, she covered dacca's face with kisses,before heading for the indoor fruit stand that employed her. Joel always cocky and prideful,all of his life,drove a black Lincoln with his girlfriend closer than a flea on a dog, and met sales quotas when required. Granted one phone call from jail, Joel spoke with his rejected wife Sena, asking for bail money, his once proud and sarcastic voice breaking. A lawyer informed Sena that since charges had been filed ,the conviction had to stand. Joel now sits in a shared cell occasionally looking through the steel bars in lock down, gazing up at stars that he once rode and walked under freely.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
Miss lee regrets
She's unable to dine today
Sadly , miss lee regrets
She's unable to dine today
She's so sorry to be delayed
But last night
At lover's lane instead of being faithful , she strayed
Sadly, miss lee regrets
She's unable to dine today
When she got up from her dream
Discovered her man had tasted her sweetness and gone
Sadly, she ran after him
And made it his final earthly time to play
And from her chic matching outfit
She fired that first bullet into his chest
Sadly, miss lee regrets
She's unable to dine today
Than the cops came and put on the cuffs
Read her rights calmly with no muss or fuss
She served ten years right away
Used the long years of time to think and pray
And not long after her release miss lee died
Few folks were at the graveside to cry
Sadly , miss lee regrets
She's unable to dine today
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Your love is the warmth that surrounds me, in the crowd of many, your searching eyes found me. Those arms are the gates that open wide to take my life. Saying silently here is where you belong. Welcome home.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
I am king appointed by God and the sun is my trampoline work of artistry, the sun is my private stock color, the moon is my faithful broken stallion in the sky, my own sundown I capture blue clouds with silver chains mixed with gold, I make steady the day with wind gusts of playing leaves running and hiding, the day is my sweet, sassy song of joy to God , the world is mountain tall waiting to be climbed, the world is my many colored coat designed with rainbows, stars, sunshine, clouds, trees, grass, shy, trees, worn buttoned yet loose, the world is a painting on my wall of my house
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
slaves never owned the land nor themselves and its hard to imagin if we were free in every possible way.let me explain,master gave us a piece of land seeds and let us have credit at the corner store where our ious were accepted plus he owned the shanty that we used to fight off the wind rain snow such as it was.lest I forget to make it known master also took most of the crops when they came in which left only enough for our family to live on until the next crops came up. this happened year after year until the ious were taler than the trees that once hung us and let dangling like biter fruit thrown away with blood on the leaves running down to the roots.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
I never thought,or realized, that in speaking,your name, I would have tears in my eyes, you were the presidential first father, of south africia, but now, you, nelson mandela, sleep among, the giants of history, like George Washington, laid out the framework, conceived in liberty, a new nation, under God, injecting into the veins of your country, liberty without malice, for all peoples, all colors, who walked democracy's long road,to freedom, by your side, always refusing to let the scorning, heat, of racism, put out, the light, of your divine humanity, ever lifting up, a fist of victory, toward a new dawn, of opportunity, patience, love for all, while ever remaining , a risen hope, in the body of politics, refusing to bow , to the cruel headwinds,of hate, even after, breaking rocks, of harsh, prison punishment,for twenty- seven years, you went in, a prisoner, coming out, a president,no, the relentless, sun of hate, never blew you,off course, as a king, who walked, among us, in peace, with a freedom metal, nobel peace prise,one who kept, the common touch, with embraced humility, smiling, greeting, the known and unknown, the rich, the poor, the tired, the weary, nelson mandela, you were true,royality and grace, among us
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
Attack the known and unknown fear waiting to strike a death blow to confidence, progress and achievement. Lift up talent's voice. Let the world know who you are. Come out of the valley of the shadow of death. Never let opportunity escape your grasp. Jab daily and knock out failure. Climb hills of disappointment, with the the very best inside. Seek the high ground. Never the low. Be teachable to life's lessons. Listen to elders to go further. Stride toward the farthest horizon with God leading each step. Arise from your bed of unbelief and walk. Let your talents be stubborn and unyielding to defeat. Swim past imperfection and not good enough. Climb out of the crib of woe is me. God made you for greatness. No life should be tongue tied by fear.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
IF I TRAVEL SO MANY MILES AWAY I WOULD WRITE A LOVE LETTER IN MY HEART TOYOU EACH AND EVERY DAY CAUSE LORD NOTHIN CAN EVER CHANGE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU oh, this love makes me weep makes me cry before falling asleep- i feel it moving deep inside and it tends to make me sigh. nothing can ever change the love i feel for you.oh,you know each thought inside . from evil you won't let me hide. oh, your soul food and sweet drink you're wisdom and peace so nice so nice the Lord of my dreams in paradise. i don't ever want to leave your side or ever roam, i've got your back on my own your love always says welcome home. i know that nothing can ever change the love that i have for you.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
my love for you is stronger than a mighty ARMY on horse back with a thousand waving victory banners.much stronger than the sun daily kissing the revolving earth. stronger than a mighty riptide. stronger than age old trees rooted deep. stronger than the sky that hold the stars in place . stronger than a decade old marriage that has stood the test of time.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC