"wazzup" poems
Lights off, ma bad-ass homies are juz drank,
buh then I saw ya dancing in da club.
Ma head was blown, let's kick it!
Cuz ya could be ma tight moll,
o' let's juz put a bullet
on the clock in these tight walls.
If I'm wit ya,
ma heart could fly so high like a G6,
Imma be glad if ya be mine
tho I ain't da niftiest sheik.
And if loving ya could take ma life
to da street, cuz of a set trippin,
then ya could be a flower
on ma Chicago Overcoat on ma big sleep.
Miss me wit dat! Ma bad,
buh I ain't gonna take ma words back,
I ain't no good, buh Imma gangsta poet
juz a poet wit rhyming words as AK,
so Imma put sum shizzle down
and write what it means.
To me love is gangsta, family is gangsta,
loyal is gangsta, if that's not gangsta,
I don't wanna be gangsta.
O' ma sheba, wazzup!
Let's show 'em what is real luv.
Then luv me less, until ya luv me more
and let's live as gangsta poets
in this gangsta world.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
He woke up in the morning as usual
He hated tying up stuff
He went for breakfast that he never did unusual
He ate some bread and cheese stuffed!
His daughter came running to him
Hey dad ,"wazzup" she called
She wanted him to tie her hair
As mom was at the mall
He tied' her hair any how
To escape from the hatred ,
She got up and realised he had to tie' his shoes
And after that she came again for her soes to be tied..
He did it all....
For what could he do he did it all along...
As he walked out of the house the lock was a lace
He had to tie it for the door to open in pace
Odd he felt but in a rush he was
He did it any how and walked up to his car
He saw a tied knot on the car and the grass beneath was tied......
He started going mad after all and just kept on opening all the ties......
His hands were soaked in blood as he was tearing the ties not opening them......
He pulled the laces and red liquid came frm them all...
From the car from the soil from the concrete road...
Eveything that came in his way he pulled all the ties apart.
A loud thud on the street ,
he was hit by a car..
.. His eyes were closing.
He opened his eyes...
Heavy breathing,
He was zonked and all was a dream,
He saw his hand they were red.... all around was red
There was lots of hair on the ground
His daugher ,bald on the floor
Her head covered in red..
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
A place in peace
that you can't tease
In the surrounding
you'll find yourself wondering
How great is God?
for He made a marvelous pod
Look up,and you'll see the sky;
and you'll awe,wow! how high!
Look east, you'll see the trees;
swaying back and forth through winds breeze
Substratum of orchids,you'll see through west
colorful petals,joyous to eyes,and be zest
Oh! and see the north, well-trimmed green grasses;
lads playing and beautiful lasses
And as we walk to south , to our standing old house
designed with Corinthian frieze
Holding my hand, my gray-haired spouse
together with me, build a treasury for years
But then I woke up;
And my friend said, wazzup?
Oh?That was just a dream?
I wish it would come true
Impossible may it seem;
But if it happens, I won't rue
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
J: Hey.
A: Wazzup.
J: Eh, could be better could be worse.
A: Could also just stay the same.
J: Tru dat. How about you? I haven't seen you in forever... hows ur love life? >:)
A: Ugh. Could be better, can definitely get worse.
J: :( aww that ***** I expected your love life to be in full bloom!
A: Not yet, not yet. Hows ur love life???
J: Uhhhhh... my love life? Never heard of it.
A: Sure, theres the guy whos last name starts with an "s" :D
J: ??? What guy??? maybe its just a stupid, foolish, good for nothing crush...
A: You don't know unless you try!
J: haha I can say that to you. I know you have at least five not-so-secret admirers and have a crush that is totally worth pursuing...
A: U at least have a chance with ur crush. Gtg. BAIIII :D
J: Au Revoir, mon amie! STUPID HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!! :P gtg tackle Lasko as well... plz help meh! :P
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Wallace Stevens
Wazzup?
With the widows and the maidens?
The name
dropping
the distancing vocabulary that
we scurry to look up
look up
train our eyes
train.
If I came into your office, in downtown
Hartford a city
I knew framed - as my father grew up in
Wethersfield always said
be careful –
downtown Hartford is
not a good place to be alone.
So I saunter, prink, and
perambulate
plonk myself
past your receptionist.
A widow?
And she’d holler:
-Mr. Wallace I asked her to stop!
And your desk which you requested almost 15 years ago
already looks out of date in too heavy oak is
caught between us, a horizontal surface filled
with paper.
There will be one sentence.
And one exclamatory remark.
-Wallace, you’re only human - you put your pants on
one leg at a time.
-No!
he says, jumping up from his desk,
-Watch!
He undoes his belt, he drops his trousers
he steps out of them –
He steps out one leg at a time.
BUT
Wallace Stevens, god bless him,
arranges his pants carefully on the floor of the
Hartford Accident
and
Indemnity Company
just so.
And grinning,
hops into both puddled legs
at the same time.
Then bends over and hoists the waistband
the belt dangling
in triumph.
Lesson learned.
Learned, schooled like
St. Ursule with her radishes
Just another lady
Just another confabulist
Just another story.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
you remember
but never admit
you say it otherwise
why are you hiding
i know you are laughing
i like you
hope you like me too
this password
is hidden
yet our secret
is within us
hey love
wazzup
xo
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC