When Daddy ran off we cried.
You did'nt...
Knees sore, knuckles raw from a days work....
We seen your eyes too Momma....
We love you....
Coalhouse
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Babalo5 says: I feel you, Bro. My Dad actually died when I was 1 1/2 years old. Mom never dated nor remarried. ONE. PEACE AND LOVE, Babalo5 (mlowe5).poems by this commentor
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
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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We Shall (To Be Sung)We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome Someday We shall forget about the past We shall forget about the past We shall forget about the past Today We shall shake our a$$ We shall shake our a$$ We shall shake our a$$ For pay We stay high on pills We stay high on pills We stay high on pills All day Now we kill for fun Now we kill for fun Now we kill for fun Today I just lost my son I just lost my son I just lost my son One day We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome Someday If we live as one If we live as one If we live as one Someday I know deep in my heart We shall overcome Someday.... |
I Held her TightIn my arms I captured her essence Embraced the taste of a kiss I held her tightly My memory served itself She melted into my mind I miss her two mile wide smile She climbed inside my heart beat And it skipped a beat like an old record Tightly I held her Breast to chest Lost inside her labyrinth Made of love lust and longing I held her like a grudge I held her like an infant I held her next to me Two souls colliding Horny atoms smashing Our lovemaking created nuclear fusion Our bodies fused in passion and heat Tightly we held each other Clinging to our desire Lovers in a lifeboat after the storm... |
MommaWhen Daddy ran off we cried. You did'nt... Knees sore, knuckles raw from a days work.... We seen your eyes too Momma.... We love you.... |
The Negro in the RoomThe negro in the room I am that negro in the room We are that negro in the room Home grown furniture Ottomans and China cabinets Colored credenzas Polished and polite The negro was in the room when you signed the Constitution The negro was in the room when you carved up the world for thanksgiving The negro was in the room when bosses dropped the bomb While eating a continental breakfast of coffee and commies The negro was in the room when Martin marched and Malcom was martyred The negro was in the room when dogs bit blacks for defiant acts They even said I was a "good negro" Serving Scotch and Soda high balls while discussing the Negro problem The negro was in the room when Ronald Reagan said "its morning time in America" It was midnight in the ghetto The negro was in the room ... |