Coalhouse
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CATEGORY
life
A smile
A smile
Toothy portents
turned upside down
boiled down to a frown
Existential confrontation
Scowl and growl
Fangs bared at the evil men do
Upside down smile
Anger lines crease unremembered faces
Asses that belong to the system
Grins and grimaces live on the same street.
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COMMENTS
NaturalMystic says: Nice poetry you are very passionate and graceful through your poetry. |
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Coalhouse says: thank I have read your work I dig your insight |
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LP45 says: Excellent write Coalhouse. Tight flow too. Keep writing my friend! |
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love_supreme says: I like this poem. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
My-SelfDamm dont feel like myself Maybe the word is disheveled In my head space tho Maybe the word is unglued But this is a sticky situation In D.I.Y. mode now I decide to put myself back together again Human Humpty Dumpty My Self Was separated Too many Downloads Too many Likes Too many Shares I went looking for My Self I found my pouty lips on Instagram Extra glossy I aroused myself Me kissing Air I found my sexy tongue on Instagram too I was sticking it out licking some invisible body part Do I give head I forgot There was a rumor I was on Facebook Bragging about my Big Butt complications Hugged up in a Third relationship 15,000 likes of me walking on sand He must be the Man His Louis Vuitton...  |
YOU!HEY YOU Yeah man I'm talking to YOU! Not the person behind you Yeah sucka! YOU! Mr. individual First negro to miss massa Last negro to be a black man Winner of the good coon sweepstakes! Yeah you! Who behind you! Scared of the face that looks like you You! Negropean fantasies straighten nappy memories Fill your stomach with pligrim flavored John Wayne insanity You Living without a name Yeah You! You You You Are Me...... |
Captive AngelMaybe gravity grabs her by the waist Holding her aesthetic esoteric figure down She is more than a handful Did her wings create a breeze Or did my imagination take liberties With reality She was a sight for sore eyes She was She was a captive angel Her perfume stole the room before she entered Where did you come from? Where do you go when you leave? This beautiful stranger Captive angel Stranded in my daydream Trapped inside my heart Performing daring aerial manuevers In the space between me and you Close the distance with a kiss Captive angel..... |
WW lll40 kiloton bomb blast Mr. Orange bombast WW lll has just begun Get your tickets at Trumpworld.com! Eat popcorn while being prostituted The world looks up Americas skirt On no pantie Tuesdays Down is the new up Lie is the new truth In the battle between your ears Radioactive enemies Use sign language Launching intercontinental ballistic bullsh*t Into the atmosphere Culture coons dance for a dime Culture coons use your name in vain Sliding your colored credit card between White guilt and White fear Go ahead stream WW lll to your device Here comes the marching band Here comes the dancing girls Here comes WW lll |
In due timeDig deep Deep into pockets of despair Pay like you weigh Everybody pays Your conscience is heavy From paying dues Internal tax Rivers run one way Everybody pays Hand outs melt in your mouth Not in your hands Swallow Sunday communion on Friday night Who pays the bill You pay the bill The bankrupt stare of dollar short Paper chasers charged with high crimes and misdemeanors Pay to play with fire Pay up Dig deep The bill is due The bill is you.... |
TearsI can't remember the last time I cried Cried out loud Like a real man Like a real human I can't remember The last time I tasted tears Salty remorse follows the contours and creases Of a man A hurting man A human I can't remember the last time I cried My emotions medicated and muffled My heart pumps piss and vinegar My Macho Rambo Ego Suits me fine Well tailored tension Between my projected self And myself standing under the human rain of tears I can't remember the last time I cried..... |
Up on the Ave.When the sunset hides behind brokedown palaces Night time eases down on the Ave Ave short for Avenue Nothin new on the Ave. Liquor stores 99 cent stories Told by raggedy mouth hustlers Testifying to invisible jurors Slick Pimps in double knit distinction Look sideways at school house squares Searching for coocalator girls that twist more than they wrist Up on the Ave. Dice games Die Arguments live in the language of the street Standing in doorways black statues puff Newport 100s Waiting for tonights fight Hood conspiracy Who got got Who got shot Hood drama Played out by actors Playing themselves In a made for TV movie Probably on BET....
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Donnie Made me do it! (a Christmas poem)Give me some Youtube A little Amazon Or Spotifiy Put Donnie on Let Donnie play Let Donnie do it! Hang all the Mistletoe I'm going to get to know you better This Christmas! Let Donnie do it Sing it in her ear While you rubbing on her rear Let Donnie do it! Fireside blazing bright Donnie done sung a fireplace into ya crib! All you need is One with the feeling And Two for the cause A Christmas Eve wish Became a Christmas Eve kiss Turnt into Christmas Morning bliss Won't Donnie do it! Donnie know you did! Merry Christmas Poets! |
For Aziza Barnes "Write in Peace" 1992-2024Let her lie easy Let her lay still Her stuggle has past A life lived in a prize fighters crouch I don't know I suppose she was supposed to go Go to the dark place The still place Where time stops The clock vanishes Her name called in the past tense The moment of truth make you lie still Push your raft into the endless pond Beyond what eyes can see Beyond what fingertips touch Let her lie easy Let her lay still Don't judge her soul She paid her bill..... |
BLM (Blacks Like Merchandize)I am not goin to lie So if it don't apply Don't cry Lets speak facts We wear our economy on our backs We Bling We Drip We Icy We Fly We Gucci Geechies We Dior whores Sashay on the catwalk Look at me Judge me by my Hermes Bag And my Red bottomed shoes Look at me Nickle and dime fine With eyes bigger than our stomachs The last of the big spenders Name Brand Top Shelf No Wealth You got yourself Your naked self Your natural self Write your name on your collar Design your destiny That's a shirt ain"t nobody got Couture for Culture....
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