Submissions by yeboaheu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 8:53pm
12th Apr 2012 8:53pm
An ode to the COMA s: Connoisseurs of Organic Mood Adjusters
They call weed a cancer,
an insidious drug,
but to grow this manna,
a mere hole must be dug.
A gift from nature,
a blessing from earth,
carries different names,
grades, colors and worth.
Regardless of variety,
it seems all too absurd,
the degree of disgust,
invoked in one word.
it's a plant not a drug,
yet you call it a menace,
a blemish on earth,
but it's my stairway to heaven.
Emaciated children,
destitute mothers,
pathetic school systems,
yet my weed is what bothers.
Rendered illegal,
made...
an insidious drug,
but to grow this manna,
a mere hole must be dug.
A gift from nature,
a blessing from earth,
carries different names,
grades, colors and worth.
Regardless of variety,
it seems all too absurd,
the degree of disgust,
invoked in one word.
it's a plant not a drug,
yet you call it a menace,
a blemish on earth,
but it's my stairway to heaven.
Emaciated children,
destitute mothers,
pathetic school systems,
yet my weed is what bothers.
Rendered illegal,
made...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 3:33am
12th Apr 2012 3:33am
the e"N"d word
The e"N"d word
From past to contemporary,
we persistently use,
that o heinous N word,
the slave word of doom.
The word degrades blackness,
stained red with our blood,
enthralled us like swine,
our chains jingle in mud.
400 years of unyielding toil,
a twisted legacy ingrained in the soul.
Murder, exploitation, insulting cajole,
all of it influenced,
by servile role.
How quick we neglect,
our own brutal past,
those lynch mobs, the blackface,
iron branding flesh.
Our freedom was stolen,
humanity stripped,...
From past to contemporary,
we persistently use,
that o heinous N word,
the slave word of doom.
The word degrades blackness,
stained red with our blood,
enthralled us like swine,
our chains jingle in mud.
400 years of unyielding toil,
a twisted legacy ingrained in the soul.
Murder, exploitation, insulting cajole,
all of it influenced,
by servile role.
How quick we neglect,
our own brutal past,
those lynch mobs, the blackface,
iron branding flesh.
Our freedom was stolen,
humanity stripped,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 3:26am
12th Apr 2012 3:26am
an innocence lost
Just came home from the corners,
beseeching the shorties,
sipping on forties,
leaning,
scheming of ways to bounce on his old lady.
Don't come home with no flowers,
mood surly and sour,
seeking vessel for drunken sexcapade,
terrified wife, is what meets his gaze.
He stumbles in through the door,
wreaking of cheap gin and whores.
boom, thwack, pow,
throws wife to the floor.
Subjecting her ears,
to drunk profane jeers,
mumbling bitter sweet nothings as he starts humping,
grunting,
thrusting from...
beseeching the shorties,
sipping on forties,
leaning,
scheming of ways to bounce on his old lady.
Don't come home with no flowers,
mood surly and sour,
seeking vessel for drunken sexcapade,
terrified wife, is what meets his gaze.
He stumbles in through the door,
wreaking of cheap gin and whores.
boom, thwack, pow,
throws wife to the floor.
Subjecting her ears,
to drunk profane jeers,
mumbling bitter sweet nothings as he starts humping,
grunting,
thrusting from...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2012 5:23pm
1st Apr 2012 5:23pm
life is..
Life is about living,
dreaming and such,
but your subject to options,
so shit will get tough,
life’s about not falling into those hard places inside you, created by the hard places around you,
it’s an I don’t give a fuck song set to the tune of the bullshit that bore you.
Desire puts you on chase, it just wet your tastes,
but reality steps in,
slams the door in your face.
So I stay dreaming,
deluding myself,
with dreams of joy, good health and wealth,
but reality steps in
to remind me once more,
with the cold,...
dreaming and such,
but your subject to options,
so shit will get tough,
life’s about not falling into those hard places inside you, created by the hard places around you,
it’s an I don’t give a fuck song set to the tune of the bullshit that bore you.
Desire puts you on chase, it just wet your tastes,
but reality steps in,
slams the door in your face.
So I stay dreaming,
deluding myself,
with dreams of joy, good health and wealth,
but reality steps in
to remind me once more,
with the cold,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2012 5:22pm
1st Apr 2012 5:22pm
a letter from your pothead son
I have always had one sanctuary to protect me from the wild,
she is a lone wolf,
majestic her style.
She said "walk like a god",
so my goddess will find me,
my shining north star
when I am lost out at sea.
You are my mother, that status is yours,
love without stipulation,
since the days of all fours.
So to this I impart,
to beloved matriarch,
a bit of my soul
manifested in art.
A sardonic variety our relation can be,
I say I m with friends,
I bring doubt and worry.
And rightfully so,
for...
she is a lone wolf,
majestic her style.
She said "walk like a god",
so my goddess will find me,
my shining north star
when I am lost out at sea.
You are my mother, that status is yours,
love without stipulation,
since the days of all fours.
So to this I impart,
to beloved matriarch,
a bit of my soul
manifested in art.
A sardonic variety our relation can be,
I say I m with friends,
I bring doubt and worry.
And rightfully so,
for...
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