Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, 6 March 2017

RUNAWAY SOUL BY JASON DISLEY

New from Jason Disley, a collection of beat poetry with a soul twist! If you enjoyed his other works then this is the next step, a nice little collection, socially conscious and uplifting too. Can you dig it? Get yours with a few clicks here: http://gamaclothing.co.uk/product/runaway-soul-by-jason-disley-beat-poetry-jazz-mod-book/



Saturday, 27 August 2011

Christopher D Sims - The Way You Touch Me


The way you touch me
is symphony stuccato like.
Leaning towards love and
feelings of lavender.

The way you touch me teases,
tosses, turns, tightens, and
transforms my essence.

The way you touch me
is beyond description.
I can't put a hold on the
vibrations.

I turn to Saturn and Mars for answers
- the experience is just that out there.

The way you touch me
is jazz
is justice
is granduer is great
tickles
impresses
carresses
Carries me to elegant evenings.
is the moon's music, the sun's rays
on the softness of my back.
I don'tknow how to act
when you touch me.

Is love on high
Heaven in purple hues.
My muse, sometimes I
get so confused, but I know
I can't lose.

Your touch I wont refuse.

Is awesome, awakening,
acquatic.

Is evidence of divinity.
Is continuously on my mind
when you're not touching me.

Is subtle, like satire, makes me sing
is incredible, special, brings me solitude.

Is like a Maxwell song, Sade, Jill Scott,
Anita Baker, your touch is major.

Is beyond words, preferred, the slightest verb.
Unnerves me in the most delightful ways.

For your touch, I pray.

© Christopher D. Sims 2011
All rights reserved

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Christopher D Sims - Tanya's Hungry




Welfare is not at all fair
Especially when you factor in
The cost of health care
and a woman needing a perm
in her hair. 

She stares at an empty pantry
producing nothing but starving children. 

Tanya's hungry without hope.
Her food stamps ran out
Just like the father of her starving
children.

Mothers in the millions
Face this rediculous reality.
Mathematically, we were
doing better in the 80s and
90s.

Tanya's hungry and
who the hell cares??!!

In the pantry she stares,
and stares, and stares.
Hoping that food magically
appears.

How can the cost of food rise
when the level of "livable wages"
stay the same???

Politicians remained removed
from most people's heartache
and pain.

Debating about nada
when Tanya after Tanya
deal with the drama in
food stamp offices and
long lines.

Tanya's hungry. She's hungry
as hell!! She asks, What can I
sale? What can I invent? What
can I create? For the baby's 
sake.

Tanya's hungry. Tanya's hungry.
Tanya's hungry.

We need more government cheese
to feed the needy. Unbelievably,
the poverty rate is just that high.

Tanya cries and wonders why.

Tanya's hungry!