Coalhouse
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I wanted to paint a Rembrandt
with finger paint
Smear primary colors on canvas
art on the back of take out menus
bums mumble ancient sankrit high on wild irish rose pose for a portrait written in prose
dirty art painted into a corner
filthy inspiration painting handmade teflon words
disquise a soft heart beating,beating,beating
a prisoner of nouns verbs adjectives
handcuffed by haikus sonnets criminal lyrics
trapped in blank paper stark white landscape
the pen writes the escape.
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COMMENTS
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Charles2 says: cool/a man on a mission... armed and dangerous/at peace with the beast within... a quill ...with a will... |
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Elvan says: Interesting piece |
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RonnieL says: Dopeness as Us-U-Al |
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mlowe5 says: Yes, my Brother! I hear you with both eyes. It gets like that sometimes---like exploding inkwells. Power write. Write of Brother Coalhouse. Thanks for sharing this piece. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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2b2b2 says: Superb Capture.....ONE |
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Newpanther says: masterpiece, bruh... |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
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 ... |
Time Square New York City 1977 Based on the Movie Taxi DriverTimes Square Theater of reality Showing matinees and double features The real movie begins at twilight Stuck between dusk and dawn the show begins Human creatures become pleasures seekers Seeking supple suplication Opened legs behind closed doors Living the night life The nuance of neon excites spandex covered bodies Moving in formation shaking money makers at passing cars Deviants camoflaged by innuendo get down in the shadow of the long night Time Square Dirty dollars for dirty deeds Home of peep shows freak shows Cum stains and loose change Business men with an itch to scratch Ladies of the night with a trick to catch Play a delicious game of cat and mouse Who is the hunted Who is on the hunt Pimps peddle flesh with 2 minute trips to heaven Riding the thig... |
Sonya MasseyDisposable We are disposable Throwaways We are throwaways Do we deserve bullets or blessings Police or prayers Sonya let the Devil in A cry for help Became a cry out loud They shoot black people They shoot black people on purpose They shoot black people by mistake They shoot black people Murder by the minute just killing time Our will wounded Our soul wounded They shot Sonya Because they could Because white is right Because white is might Deadly force forgives no one Sonya let the Devil in The distance between heaven and hell is measured by murder She died in vain She died in pain Slain by the hands of a dark heart Past grief Past anger Sonya past away Her smile stuck in the past |
Me myself and IMe myself and I Troubled trinity Eyewitness to aggravated assault on self The self no one knows So smile like the camera sees you Smile to save face Unstuck in time Floating down a river Eat sleep wake work Repeat the cycle Repeat the cycle Emotions euthanized Motions robotic and choreographed Is this life Is this living Or is this existence Too scared to dream out loud We whisper hope Put make up and eyeshadow on our conscience The being beneath the being The you inside of you Look at you Trying to beautify the sanctified Me myself and I... |
