Snapshots of a… Crazy Kinda Life

The Misadventures of Messie Jessie

To Protect and Serve June 19, 2012

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it — Messie Jessie @ 10:55 pm
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Tonight a young black man got stopped

by an older white cop.

He was apprehended for

riding his dirt bike on the sidewalk.

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A shove. A kick. A fist.

Young black man cried, “did you see that, Miss?”

With the sole observing eyes, I called out

“It was hard to miss.”

*

A steely baton rose,

followed by two sharp blows.

Blood ran down

the young man’s nose.

*

Backup arrived;

they forced him inside.

Those older white cops? Well,

they shared a high five.

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*

A young black man was stopped

by an older white cop.

Because he rode

his dirt bike on the sidewalk.

 

From The Unpublished Archives March 16, 2012

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it — Messie Jessie @ 9:09 pm
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While looking for a previously published post from many years ago, I happened across a poem I wrote in June of 2009. I remember why I wrote it. I remember why I hated it. I remember why it made me smile. I remember why I never published it.

I know why I publish it today:

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Ambling avenues with thoughts gone by,

I feel your presence of recent, nigh.

A ghost, a trace, a voided space.

Our shadow overlaps,

The caress of paths that almost pass.

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Today June 15, 2011

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it — Messie Jessie @ 9:52 pm
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I passed an old man on the street today,

He was grabbing his heart in a worrisome way.

What did I do?

I walked away.

Now I wish I had asked if he was okay.

 

Ode to an August Evening August 18, 2009

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it,Simple Pleasures — Messie Jessie @ 11:07 pm
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wet city street

 

 

We stroll these city streets

Savoring the summer’s wet relief

As it dances across our shoulders

And gently kisses upon our cheeks

 

What I really hate the most… July 28, 2009

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it — Messie Jessie @ 5:53 pm
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What I really hate the most is when I think I see you,

My eyes glisten with the chance just to glance upon you

but then you disappear

or worse, come near

And its clear the face does disagree with the real you,

What really hurts the most is when I think I see you

 

The faded fragrance April 1, 2009

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it — Messie Jessie @ 7:55 pm
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I stopped to smell the flowers,

but found they lost their scent;

I couldn’t help but wonder,

where their aroma had been spent.

 

Inspired by a frog December 11, 2008

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it,Masticate on this — Messie Jessie @ 7:36 pm
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While leisurely sinking into the abyss

Will you even notice

That something is amiss?

An original poem, inspired by Boiling Frog allegory. Click here to learn more about the Boiling Frog.

I don’t know what made me think of this, it just kinda popped into my head on the way home today. Thought it was noteworthy.

 

 
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