Good Afternoon, This is Sheila. In class my mind kind of went blank. I wanted to write about different things. I couldn't wait til I got home to actually sit and have time to think. But I got it and will share on Monday. Its nice! Didn't go to bed til after 1:30 this morning.
Hey everyone this is Shannon Lott in class when we wrote the poems I had hard time. I am not use to writing poems, I thought only certain people were gifted with that ability. I had ideas but just did not know how to put all together. In a poem the words usually rythmn. I began writing a poem called who I am which I felt has a lot to do with what going on right now in my life.
This is Kenneth Williams Why me? Why us? He left without a fight He Left a son that became a man Fighting through life without a clue, But we all know daddy didn't raise no fool Why me? Why us? Let me tell you my heart was full of pain But perservance and uplift is the only thing i knew that can keep me sane. I was told there was nothing I could've say or do. If there's will there's a way. I thought you knew. . . Now its time to let it go Why me? Why us? Only if you'll ever know. . .
My Inspiration... I admire that I had an admirer that really cared I remember times I placed my face in my hands, crying and praying on the stairs When the pressure was on I was gone, but she never left me alone She pulled me back in and said everything will be alright The winner of a challenge is the one that never gets up in the fight She has continued to inspire me and though I'm not were I wanna be I still give thanks to my friend Nee for she is inspiration to me
(Precious)i am gay but today that doesnt mean much i don't really care what people have to say i am me and maybe one should open up their eyes to see the homosexual me i live and breth eat and dream just like you with a different sexuality. from the heart i cry tears of something like a stong ephinany. take a deep breath and think really who are you to me
I haven't done this in a while but here I go... Ugh... I don't even have a title but okay... See in the past three years I been through a lot, Took me a lot to get what I got, I am just trying to be successful, Just want to be the real me, Seeing my dreams come to reality, Finally, working on my own, Not counting numbers and making money for others, Stop letting down my mother, I do it big for my family that believes in me, I don't live for me anymore, I live for my son Kamari, Making money gets us our dream Ferrari, I know I have haters, They waste their time online leaving comments, I must make a lot of them sick, I got them wanting to vomit, I love my haters, If my haters don't love me now, I know they will love me later… Now see I look to Trina and Nicki Minaj, In my world they the sickest, the nastiest, the baddest, We are the realest, looking at the body we the thickest, nothing like the pickiest, with the mouth we the slickest now those some things in common, Okay forreal… Now, let us talk about what is uncommon… The End! Lol
Every day when i go to work , i see these young kids that i want to reach out and help.A Lot of them have serious behavior problems. I really feel very sad about their situation.I wish i could do alot more of things to help them out.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.
This is a beautiful poem. I felt it and can relate. I believe it speaks about a father dying or voluntarily walking away from his children. I can relate to the death idea if the poem, I lost my dad at 17 years old and I will never forget how that felt. When reading this poem posted by Kenneth, I felt all those emotions all over again, that I felt at 17 when my dad went away to Heaven.
Now I dont understand about the world today and their plan, but their's people out there thats being strangled on the land...No food, No water, Less fortunate, Less fortunate, Less fortunate. All it takes is a few dimes, nickels and quarters, to get these people up and back in working order...one care, one love, and your heart on your shoulder. So why dont we do it, and take care of business?! Less fortunate, Less fortunate, Less fortunate!
I'm commenting on Precious. . . I like your poem a lot. It remained me of my cousin that is an homosexual and I think he feel the family wasn't going to expect him for his sexuality. But I actually think once he was able to come around and get over the whole reality of not being accepted. Allowing the family to determine the solution b/c at the end of the day you just care about your family first. Accepted is only what u process in ur mind to be. Love yourself for who you are and people will love you back. . . ;-)
When times were hard, you were often there; Showing me continuously that you often cared. Situations came and my felings I would hide; Knowing somehow, you stood by my side. Your words of wisdom, comforting things you'd say; So many times, brightened up my days. ALthough you never knew, neither did you see; That everything you see, had a positive affect on me. Thank you for the love you've shown, given from your heart; Your advice will always be with me, and from me it shall never depart.
Ant.said why do we do the things we do? is it we don't know or don't care? why do we do what we do? many time we see what others do can that be it? many time we hear what other may say can that be it. many time home may not be what you want it to be could that be it? Now i know..........Somebody said you had to........
QUATICQUA JOHNSON(MY FAVORITE POEM)..... When I first saw you i was afraid to meet you When I first met you i was afraid to hold you When I first held you i was afraid to kiss you when I first kissed you i was afraid to love you Now that I love you I am afraid to lose you!
I had to quit! I had to get that chick outta my system She gave me stimulation But took away from my wisdom. She lift me up at the crib And brought me down in the classroom So now that she’s gone I gotta write cuz I miss her. Mary j. was on my mind like all the time She brought relief to the stress from my 9-5 Increased my appetite, I need her to survive Ribbon in the sky, so with her I’m flying… Thru the galaxy and looking down at cloud nine Her body stays tight cuz I stuff her wit da dime This girl's the truth she gotta cure for the blind She had seeds when I bagged her that I kept like they were mine However I live in relief that she is no longer mine Because when I was with her my insides were slowly dying. Letting her go was a slow process One kiss from her lips took the stress up off my chest And I swear she left her heavenly scent in the air All in my clothes, all in my hair She had my head in a cloud Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!! I kept my mind on her Even spent my last dime on her When my personal stash got low it was back to the block tryna find her But shorty she's a dime in fact that girl's a dub And I think I fell in love. She got me in trouble with the law Still I loved that girl, Cuz I couldn’t find a flaw She was the perfect girl. But I outgrew our time I have to restore my world. And my last words… I’mma miss you girl!
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ReplyDeleteGood Afternoon,
ReplyDeleteThis is Sheila. In class my mind kind of went blank. I wanted to write about different things. I couldn't wait til I got home to actually sit and have time to think. But I got it and will share on Monday. Its nice! Didn't go to bed til after 1:30 this morning.
Hey everyone this is Shannon Lott in class when we wrote the poems I had hard time. I am not use to writing poems, I thought only certain people were gifted with that ability. I had ideas but just did not know how to put all together. In a poem the words usually rythmn. I began writing a poem called who I am which I felt has a lot to do with what going on right now in my life.
ReplyDeleteThis is Kenneth Williams
ReplyDeleteWhy me? Why us?
He left without a fight
He Left a son that became a man
Fighting through life without a clue,
But we all know daddy didn't raise no fool
Why me? Why us?
Let me tell you my heart was full of pain
But perservance and uplift is the only thing i knew that can keep me sane.
I was told there was nothing I could've say or do. If there's will there's a way. I thought you knew. . .
Now its time to let it go
Why me? Why us?
Only if you'll ever know. . .
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteMy Inspiration...
ReplyDeleteI admire that I had an admirer that really cared
I remember times I placed my face in my hands, crying and praying on the stairs
When the pressure was on
I was gone, but she never left me alone
She pulled me back in and said everything will be alright
The winner of a challenge is the one that never gets up in the fight
She has continued to inspire me and though I'm not were I wanna be
I still give thanks to my friend Nee for she is inspiration to me
(Precious)i am gay but today that doesnt mean much i don't really care what people have to say i am me and maybe one should open up their eyes to see the homosexual me i live and breth eat and dream just like you with a different sexuality. from the heart i cry tears of something like a stong ephinany. take a deep breath and think really who are you to me
ReplyDeleteThe Puzzled You
ReplyDeleteYou take a look inside what will you find
Could a soul be so cold,and hard that it still can't be found.
You seek and dig from within but you still can't find
A soul that is caring and free but to you
it's still can't be found.
So dig deeper, deeper, and deeper and may
you find
That supreme being that will or should be found!
kenneth, I often ask "why and why us" many time throughout the day! Their's never a hour, minute, or second "why" is not the question. So why is why?
ReplyDeleteI haven't done this in a while but here I go... Ugh... I don't even have a title but okay...
ReplyDeleteSee in the past three years I been through a lot,
Took me a lot to get what I got,
I am just trying to be successful,
Just want to be the real me,
Seeing my dreams come to reality,
Finally, working on my own,
Not counting numbers and making money for others,
Stop letting down my mother,
I do it big for my family that believes in me,
I don't live for me anymore,
I live for my son Kamari,
Making money gets us our dream Ferrari,
I know I have haters,
They waste their time online leaving comments,
I must make a lot of them sick,
I got them wanting to vomit,
I love my haters,
If my haters don't love me now, I know they will love me later…
Now see I look to Trina and Nicki Minaj,
In my world they the sickest, the nastiest, the baddest,
We are the realest, looking at the body we the thickest, nothing like the pickiest, with the mouth we the slickest now those some things in common,
Okay forreal… Now, let us talk about what is uncommon…
The End! Lol
Every day when i go to work , i see these young kids that i want to reach out and help.A Lot of them have serious behavior problems. I really feel very sad about their situation.I wish i could do alot more of things to help them out.
ReplyDeleteThe Rose that Grew from Concrete
ReplyDeleteDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.
By 2Pac Shakur
Commenting on Kenneth Williams poem:
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem. I felt it and can relate. I believe it speaks about a father dying or voluntarily walking away from his children. I can relate to the death idea if the poem, I lost my dad at 17 years old and I will never forget how that felt. When reading this poem posted by Kenneth, I felt all those emotions all over again, that I felt at 17 when my dad went away to Heaven.
Now I dont understand about the world today and their plan, but their's people out there thats being strangled on the land...No food, No water, Less fortunate, Less fortunate, Less fortunate.
ReplyDeleteAll it takes is a few dimes, nickels and quarters, to get these people up and back in working order...one care, one love, and your heart on your shoulder. So why dont we do it, and take care of business?! Less fortunate, Less fortunate, Less fortunate!
I'm commenting on Precious. . . I like your poem a lot. It remained me of my cousin that is an homosexual and I think he feel the family wasn't going to expect him for his sexuality. But I actually think once he was able to come around and get over the whole reality of not being accepted. Allowing the family to determine the solution b/c at the end of the day you just care about your family first. Accepted is only what u process in ur mind to be. Love yourself for who you are and people will love you back. . . ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhen times were hard, you were often there;
ReplyDeleteShowing me continuously that you often cared.
Situations came and my felings I would hide;
Knowing somehow, you stood by my side.
Your words of wisdom, comforting things you'd say;
So many times, brightened up my days.
ALthough you never knew, neither did you see;
That everything you see, had a positive affect on me.
Thank you for the love you've shown, given from your heart;
Your advice will always be with me, and from me it shall never depart.
by Tiffany
I enoyed reading everybody's poems.
ReplyDeleteTiffany
Ant.said
ReplyDeletewhy do we do the things we do? is it we don't know or don't care? why do we do what we do? many time we see what others do can that be it? many time we hear what other may say can that be it. many time home may not be what you want it to be could that be it? Now i know..........Somebody said you had to........
QUATICQUA JOHNSON(MY FAVORITE POEM).....
ReplyDeleteWhen I first saw you i was afraid to meet you
When I first met you i was afraid to hold you
When I first held you i was afraid to kiss you
when I first kissed you i was afraid to love you
Now that I love you I am afraid to lose you!
I had to quit!
ReplyDeleteI had to get that chick outta my system
She gave me stimulation
But took away from my wisdom.
She lift me up at the crib
And brought me down in the classroom
So now that she’s gone I gotta write cuz I miss her.
Mary j. was on my mind like all the time
She brought relief to the stress from my 9-5
Increased my appetite, I need her to survive
Ribbon in the sky, so with her I’m flying…
Thru the galaxy and looking down at cloud nine
Her body stays tight cuz I stuff her wit da dime
This girl's the truth she gotta cure for the blind
She had seeds when I bagged her that I kept like they were mine
However I live in relief that she is no longer mine
Because when I was with her my insides were slowly dying.
Letting her go was a slow process
One kiss from her lips took the stress up off my chest
And I swear she left her heavenly scent in the air
All in my clothes, all in my hair
She had my head in a cloud
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!!
I kept my mind on her
Even spent my last dime on her
When my personal stash got low
it was back to the block tryna find her
But shorty she's a dime
in fact that girl's a dub
And I think I fell in love.
She got me in trouble with the law
Still I loved that girl,
Cuz I couldn’t find a flaw
She was the perfect girl.
But I outgrew our time
I have to restore my world.
And my last words… I’mma miss you girl!
A Joshua Stewart Original