Awe there she is, looks as if she sleeping like a baby, umh…little do they know that she was a hell of a hell raiser. Umm… she never looked that good in pink, the undertaker should’ve laid her mean tail in blood thirsty crimson. Umh…looky here, her forth husband just strolled in, he looks somewhat relieved, he keeps fumbling at his hand, pulling up his sleeve, umh… nice Rolex, looks like he’s ready to leave. Oh my lawd….umh…. I can smell her fifth husband, from the french doors, this fool is lit, did he just bath himself in a gallon of Seagram’s, poor soul, that mean old bag did drive him to drinking. Well, well, well, look what the wind blew in, word on the street is the sixth and the first, had to ante-up on the funeral. The six husband manners is hard for me to read, umh… he did seem a bit oblivious and sometimes a little inconsiderate. WOW! Look at MS Mildred, standing over there looking fabulously gorgeous, umh… is she looking for the second husband or the money that she owed her. Ya know, she don’t play about her money or her men, known back in the day as M&M, I best to keep my eye on her when she goes up to view the body, she’s got a reputation for pickpocketing dead bodies. Uhm… now that a sad sight to see, James her son is taking her death extremely hard, he seems to be so trouble, I wonder which of these men will stand up and finally act like a father, umh… it’s much too late for a paternity test, maybe they should take turns and just pull straws, umh.. It’s so sad, she should’ve named that boy Jasmine or Janell. Oh my… time’s whining down, it almost 11 o’clock, I hope she made her peace, I guess the moment has arrived, let me walk up to the podium and do my dear friend’s eulogy....UMH!
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY SYQ222
UntitledHe spent 5 hours to yield 20 twenties... time well spent...it took less to pay and a lifetime to profit...if time prevails time will tell. But time waits for no one so spend your time wisely because time is always on time.  |
15 MinutesI figure..6 figures is the best route but 7 would be better, my hands are quick yet slippery tryin to juggle all this shyt... Its time to cash in on my dreams hoping to get a good return...so where the Sandman...when you need him the most...these thoughts are brought to you by a struggling artist...writing to inspirer from the heart of my aesthetics expression...please bless me and pay me some attention and listen...give me 15 mintues of fame. |
SilenceSilence is quiet, let her be. Do not disturb here peace. She will speak when she pleases and when she chooses she will speak the loudest. She is not ignoring you she just might be playing you. Please pause for a second and you might here her, if you would just be quiet. |
Sista GirlWaiting for me like a virus of today's reflections. Moody was how she greeted me, tried to escape but her vibe was just insistant, misery wanted to play, it was an unusual day.. aiming to mind my own business, her attitude was nasty, I was looking fearce and very classy.. hair.. sassy. sorry honey girl this is what I do eurryday. Tried to offer her a piece of humble pie but she wasn't having it. Why can't we all just get along. Why do my aura disturb you, I wont applogized, girl I woke up like this ...but her eyes still dissed me. Same old song...Sista Girl, you just broke the Sista Code...this ain't how the day should go. Where's the love? Oh well, she just lost a...could be friend.. a Sista till the end. Ya girl ....to hold you down.. put concealer on all your dirty deeds... Give you the 411 on yo.. shady azz boyyyyfriend... let you hold a few or two. Pray for you even when I know you are dead wrong. But she blew it... Just becaus... |
The LawYes the law was handwritten in black but it was hand delivered in silk white gloves. A huge portion was not for me. So I had to take it. The fine print amended my farsightedness. Surprisingly, every man is free. My nature rose high to the heavens. As God and I gazed down towards green pastures and yes sir, he agreed with it. Eventhough he agreed, I still would have to prove it. What God has for me is for me. But even God's yoke aint easy and my blood's law, it tends to take on a many forms and it changes like the weather. I guess it depends on who's reading it. Interpretation will uphold my blood's law or is it vice versa? |
WillowWake up every morning, I see her peeking in. Waving to me, however the wind bends. She sees everthing I do from her birds eye view, she's a longtime friend so she really not intruding. We've weathered many storms and we've been to hail and back but now it time for me to spruce her up. The neighbors are complaining that shes been creeping in their backyards and some how she's been distrubing some of their belongings. I said "Sir that don't sound like my sweet Willow, you know her bark is bigger than her bite". He laughed and went on inside. I mumbled under my breath "then keep your noisy old dog from around her". I really love my Willow. |
Fighting WordsMy back was against the wall. So I took my pen and I stabbed anger in the heart. Ink splattered everywhere then I saw the writings on the wall. It was a message inscribed like the ancient eygptian text. I used my third eye to decode the premeditated letter. The message became crystal clear, as my mind became at ease. The cautionary tale at the end of this omen was not to become the death of the poem. |
Playin the DozensOooh so bro, ya want to play the dozens, okay bro, I’m in, so let’s get at it. Ha-ha, very funny, good blast on my Mother, here’s one , ya momma so slow, when we were cruising down fifth , I asked her for the time, she peeped over at the Shell sign and shouted, that it was 2.89. Ha-ha, okay here we go again, now you going for throat, my daddy, ha-ha,so that's how you get down, all right, get ready. Yo Pops is so skinny, I saw him sleeping on a string of spaghetti. Ooops, how you like me now. So you going for my new born child, got ta give you props, Umh… right off the top of your head, I say that was a good one. Okay! Ya son’s head is so big, he had to take three school picture... ha-ha it’s all good, ha-ha see ya tomorrow, same place, same time. Yea I’m out, I'm done Ha-ha-ha-ha, my man got mad jokes |
Spontaneous MindsAwe there she is, looks as if she sleeping like a baby, umh…little do they know that she was a hell of a hell raiser. Umm… she never looked that good in pink, the undertaker should’ve laid her mean tail in blood thirsty crimson. Umh…looky here, her forth husband just strolled in, he looks somewhat relieved, he keeps fumbling at his hand, pulling up his sleeve, umh… nice Rolex, looks like he’s ready to leave. Oh my lawd….umh…. I can smell her fifth husband, from the french doors, this fool is lit, did he just bath himself in a gallon of Seagram’s, poor soul, that mean old bag did drive him to drinking. Well, well, well, look what the wind blew in, word on the street is the sixth and the first, had to ante-up on the funeral. The six husband manners is hard for me to read, umh… he did seem a bit oblivious and sometimes a little inconsiderate. WOW! Look at MS Mildred, standi... |
A Sad LifeBorn less than a half a second a part, we are more so like fraternal twins. Faceless but notoriously known as Anonymous and when we speak our words are synonymous. I am, a dark lack of force with limited choices. Who will advocate for me, if you slip and make the wrong decision. Who will weep for me when you inhale and take your last gasp? I have no alternatives, but to settle, living a life in the background. In the twinkle of an eye, my existence is wrapped around your, finger. What a daunting task that I am forced to live as nothing more than a hostage of your own shadow. |