by Shane Solomon |
Categories:
art, black african american, dedication, lost love, music, sad, urban
It was a clear dark night
When your voice was the only in sight,
The many years of childhood,
The "Hip-Hop Hooker,"
was the choice of many tunes,
So know, that in our genre,
We may never forget
How the regulations of the game was maneuvered,
By just 16 bars,
or how we jammed and sang,
Along in our car,
To the many soulful grooves,
This one, Nate Dogg is for you;
REGULATORRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by Frederick Smith |
Categories:
confusion, me, drug,
Comfort don't love me
I let people step on me
I'm ugly
I've come to conclusion
what I'm doing
is in my own illusion
and it bug me
I'm used
like a hooker
on the boulevard
working for money
I feel used like
drugs'now
i'm searching
for that second high
Funny
I feel used
abuse confuse
wrecking in silence!
by L Milton Hankins |
Categories:
fantasy, love, success,
The first time I saw her I was hooked
She was stunning, beautiful, a looker
I knew I had to have her in my life
That she was available was the hooker.
I knew her price was well beyond rubies
But to me she was worth whatever the cost
Totally smitten by her boldness, her appeal
I bought my new Lamborghini automobile.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written June 23, 2021
for "Surprise Me" poetry contest
sponsored by Charles Messina
by James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Did Appear A Deer
Remember when there did appear a deer,
Who was so sincere and without any fear,
Rubbed against post;
Never brag or boast;
We had loved near forever year after year.
Sang I, the Lord of Sea and Sky by Schutte
along with Will You Come and Follow Me by
Hooker and Love Divine All Love Excelling
by Wesley. Music adds so much to the church
and brings it to life.
Jim Horn
by Asif Andalib |
Categories:
life, lost love, me,
Here she goes again flirting with the guys
As if to hurt me until my demise!
Doubts of nasty things cloud my mind
Cause she is a mod of all kind!
She was like a hooker,
Couple of guys raped her
But I could have given her
The joy she needs forever!
My values stopped me from doing the offenses
Now I repent for missing the countless chances!
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
grandmother,
Uncle Sal is usually and forever absent or late.
He always brings someone interesting as a new date.
His latest turquoise haired lady is decorated up to the max.
I think she is a hooker, said our cynical Uncle Jax.
Hooker or not, she is a looker, said Great Grandma Lee.
I like it when Sal brings in someone pretty to see.
Sal is her boy, her joy, her light her love, her youngest baby.
We know better than to say something mean about him to Grandma Lee.