I just want to thank all the poets for their insight and inspiration. I feel humbled every time I read the words on this platform. I just wanted to say this without being artful and from the heart peace love and health to all my fellow poets. Your man in street Coalhouse
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Newpanther says: you are high up on my "must read" list... much respect... (Newpanther) |
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Newpanther says: you are high up on my "must read" list... much respect... (Newpanther) |
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Charles2 says: its a pleasure cruising down this road with great thinkers as you are continuously proven to be. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
The SicknessIt begins with a cough Low grade fever Night sweats Diarrhea of the mouth Also known as talking shi*t Throwing up lies Vomiting untruths Regurgitating hate The Sickness It lingers in the air Lives on door knobs Bathroom walls And leather living rooms The Sickness Killed JFK Killed MLK Upper respiratory allegory Infects the angels of our conscious The Sickness Burned crosses The Sickness Crucified Christ The Sickness Living in blood streams Mass murder day dreams Jim Jones hallucinating into the messiah Passing out cyanide suicide kool-aid communion No cure for the cultural concubines Who lay down with the dogs of war No vaccination No transfusion The Sic...  |
Sex MajicShe had voodoo in her thighs We made love on a ouija board Bodies moving involuntarily Convulsions Compulsions Inside a sexual seance .Performing devilish acts with arched backs Her sex majic left a aftertaste Sticky and sweet Witchcraft hips with muscle memory Lips kiss my wet dream Sex majic... |
AestheticHave you ever Written your name on a foggy window Childs play You know when its warm inside And its cold outside Use your finger as a pen Condensation is a sketch book Temporary letters Kiss the glass Ephemeral consonants and verbs Spell out missing intentions Write last rites with water vapor Disappear into thin air...... |
Steel Rain/Billions for BombsMile high murder from above Steel rain Human beings blown to smithereens Human beings as collateral damage War by other names Police Actions Pacification Interventions Regime Change Change you into a corpse Unalive alibis lie in shallow graves Steel rain falling on Sand Nigg*rs Tan Nigg*rs Yellow Nigg*rs Towel Heads Camel Jockeys HATE YOU TO LIBERATE YOU HATE YOU TO LIBERATE YOU Billions for bombs Peace for a price Steel Rain... ( Iran is just the Beginning ) |
Free Style HaikuHidden tears under a waterfall Sorrow matches raging currents Fast moving Angry waters Doomed to a waterfall Hidden tears Emotional facades Concrete calluses Erode over time and mystery Rushing water turning boulders into pebbles As souls float downstream Hidden in the waterfall...
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My 8-year-old mindIn the night My 8 year old mind Measures the distance from this Bunk bed space ship to momma's bedroom door in miles In the night My 8 year old mind Steals away to that place far away from now Now the furniture is moving in my momma's room The walls yell and scream I told my 8 year old mind not to cry I told my 8 year old mind to be brave I'm going fly my bunk bed space ship far away Far away from the night The walls are yelling again Momma's voice sounds bruised Behind her bedroom door her hurt became contagious It crept under my door and crawled inside my 8 year old mind The night echoes inside my 56 year old mind Fly away I will fly away someday.... |
I seen Jesus in Harlem (Joy to the World)What! I seen Jesus in Harlem Yes! The Son of the Father Walkin down 125th and Saint Nic Floating on Desperate prayers and soul claps The Son of Man Had rust colored dreads And a triple black leather trenchcoat Performing major miracles Turning water into pinot grigio Inside a feast for the forgotten Made a blind man see the error in his ways Uptown Jesus versus Downtown Judas A night light living in dark rooms Calling down evil upon The proverty pimps Political simps And cash cows slaughterd for the few Blessing the Damned The Doomed The Defeated Jesus died in the book He was resurrected in Harlem Down the street from hoodlums A prophet of rubble and renewal A king dwells with the incarcerated A king dwells w... |
Not a poemI just want to thank all the poets for their insight and inspiration. I feel humbled every time I read the words on this platform. I just wanted to say this without being artful and from the heart peace love and health to all my fellow poets. Your man in street Coalhouse |
Oh SnapOh Snap When yo stomach touch yo backbone Oh SNAP Supplimental Nutrional Assistance Program Oh SNAP Swipe a full course meal A government deal Dealt to pacify Dirty faces A dollar short of the American scheme Swipe apple pie promises Swipe breakfast lunch and dinner Oh SNAP Progress taste like chicken Boiled baked or fried Drastic times placed on plastic and pin numbers American Hunger Oh SNAP... |
Skin DivingHold your breath and slip beneath the surface Dive facing the abyss Making ripples in still waters Skin diving into midnight blue melancholy memories Remember when skin was in the game To take some you have to bring some Playa rules Mischeivous mullatos swim slowly past Indigenous Indigos Slipping each other skin On the black hand side Morse code to those treading dread in open water Dark hearts Drowning slow In a sink or swim world Weighed down by crimes and misdemeanors Skin Divers roll their hips and move with the current Skin diving How deep do you wanna go on one breath.....
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