Molding
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Posted:Jul 31, 2019 7:17 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2019 4:59 pm
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Molding
A fresh peach in my reach.
You I must teach, through the means of good intonation speech.
Around your neck, I place this leash.
You are a rocky shore and I will turn you into a beautiful beach.
Written by: Wayne Fletcher
(May , 20)
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Who am I?
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Posted:Jul 31, 2019 5:37 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2019 8:38 pm
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Am I?
I am the nightmare in your dreams.
I am the scream in your voice.
I am the fear in your screams.
I am the bad thoughts in your head, badgering you your dead.
I am the guns in your war, killing you damaging you and leaving scars.
I am the tricks in your politics.
I am the lies in your truth.
I am the demon in your youth.
I am the worm in your fruit.
I am worst than Jason and Freddie Kruger put together.
I will eat you from inside out, burp, spit your bones out and have it for supper later.
I am your religion, telling you to kill in my , you better follow orders or else your won’t be in the of fame.
I am worst than hell, can’t you tell.
I am the psychotic across the street, encouraging you come closer so I can bite you.
I am the dirty words in your mouth, never try wash me .
I am the smoke in your lungs causing cancer and pain.
I am the acid in the rain destroying the terrain.
I am hotter than the sun, you won’t be rear or medium I am burning you well done.
I am melting ice in the artic, rising tides and making people sick.
I am the big wave in the tsunami, moving faster than a brand new Ferrari.
I am more devastating than any army.
I am the color of your skin, I rub my color off on you, I never lose I always win.
I am the garbage in your pan, mess with me and you will end up with a smelly hand.
I am the destruction in your plan.
I am death at your door, wish it and you will be alive no more.
I am the thief in the night.
I am the disaster on the flight.
I am the maker of prostitutes, graduating them in the millions from my institute.
I am the one causes people disappear.
I am the terror in terrorism, making you feel fear.
I am the poison on the dart, moving through your bloodstream and reaching your heart.
I am the black in the dark.
I am the liquor in the drunk.
I am the cocaine in the addict.
I am your secret in the closet.
I am the pain when you give birth.
I am the wrinkle on your skin.
I am the thrash in your eye.
I am the pile in your rectum, making you uncomfortable when you sit down.
I am the bad energy in your relationship.
I am the judge in the court, be careful what you say or I will give you life without support.
I am the maker of the law, my laws have no flaws.
I am the maker of the news, giving CNN and FOX stiff competition on their views.
I am the explosion in the bomb.
I am the L in Lynching, if you’re black I will castrate you and hang you from a tree, burn you alive too depending what they say you do.
I am the master for the slaves, will whip you if you act crazy or like your brave.
I am stress, frustration, and trepidation in and I won’t you you reach your final destination.
I am the pills that you take that cause more side effects than cure.
I am the takes the handy cap spot even though I am fitter than a fiddle.
I am the cut the , I join no Queue.
I am the stole your goods and them back you.
I am biological and chemical war fear and I will make your sick before they are even born.
I am aids, I am not natural, I am man-made, I will consume you and take half of the world’s population too before you find my cure.
I am the decay in your tooth, your smile definitely won’t be cute.
I am the White police in your black neighborhood killing your youth.
I am the athlete’s foot between your toe, no tinactin can get rid of me when I want to I will let you know.
I am the bum in the street, drinking my forty I get weak.
I am the homeless are begging you a dollar.
I am the soldier knocks on your door tell you your is dead.
I am the parent beat my , fuck you because you want do it too.
I am the dirtiest thing you’re mind can conceive.
I am the interrupter in your wet dreams.
I am the executioner and I execute I damn well please, when your turn comes you can take a plane and go hide in Belize.
I am the maker of babies but I take care of none.
I am the of women, mess their mind up sending some the convent become nuns.
I am the biggest drug dealer Pfizer have bow at my knees.
I am conspiracy itself I have all the answer conspiracy theories, they are real.
I am Manhattan, Harlem, Brooklyn and The Bronx, I can’t wait catch you on the street my pranks.
I am the scorn of the earth.
I am the persuader I will on your head and convince you it’s raining.
I am the pollution in the air human beings beware.
I am the air you breathe and if you cheat on me I will take away my air slowly and let you choke and die.
I am new on the scene and I am like nothing you have ever seen, not even close your weirdest dream.
I am BLACKPOET.
Written by: Wayne Anthony Fletcher
This poem was inspired by things I see happening around me and around the world. It took me less than 6 minutes to write.
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Waiting on your phone call.
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Posted:Jul 30, 2019 3:19 pm
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2019 4:57 pm
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Waiting on your phone .
Well, you said you would later.
I am sitting here.
Thinking here.
Waiting here.
Wanting the phone ring.
Pleading with the phone ring.
My heart beats slow.
My mind stays low.
My body aches.
My system goes on over-load.
My impulse has overdosed with impatience.
As I wait for your .
This phone is important because it is coming from you.
Do you understand how much this means me?
My head gets light.
My good and bad side start fight.
Waiting since evening, now it’s night.
A rush hear your voice.
nothing can fill this void.
Even hear you say my .
That would put me at ease.
Just that word.
But no phone , at all.
I am still sitting, still waiting, still anticipating, and still hoping that you will .
Muscles knot, blood boil, tendons get in a tantrum and my whole body is at your mercy but yet no phone .
I sit too long, now I stand holding my hips with my hand.
Pacing back and forth because I know what you are worth.
Taking my hands from my hip, calming myself down.
Knowing that something sweeter is going to happen than a phone because in a week time you will be in town.
Then I will hold your hand, in your eyes and kiss you forever and never let go.
Make love you time is tired of us.
Infinity would even start a fuss.
But, in the future when you say you are going , you must.
Written by: Wayne Fletcher
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In The Twilight zone
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Posted:Jul 29, 2019 4:43 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2019 6:20 pm
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In the Twilight Zone
We are in an era where we are all connected but still, we are alone.
Fake news set the tone.
People live in glass houses but every day throwing stone.
Nobody stays in their lane, switching lane like frogger and end up in pain.
Guns blazing everywhere leaving behind a trail of bloodstain.
Electing Presidents grab women by the genitalia.
But, still, have the nerves black people handle drug paraphernalia.
In America, Nazi sympathizers are good people too.
Speeches like these deserve to go straight to the loo.
Do not try to do math anymore because and do not equal .
I would not be surprised if someone tells me my previous is true.
This is the time where I do me and you do you.
No minds coming together, it is like we all fell sick I hear someone shout out it is bird flu.
Bullets are cheaper than sweets, making families weep.
Destruction is not enough to make politicians make laws they are mostly crooks.
Counteract this if you can explain how nothing happened after the shooting in Sandy Hook.
You do not have to take up a research the craziness around you just .
The blind leading the blind from social media the government.
Asking how we are going make it through this they ask you where is the rent?
Leaving the house and pitch a tent.
Going off the grid without a cent.
Going make a life here somehow, I am hell-bent.
I am leaving the twilight zone alone, grandma I am coming home.
Written By: Wayne Fletcher (02/19/2019)
I love writing poems. I am at peace and in turmoil at the time when I write.
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