RENEE B. DRUMMOND - POEMS

​Renee B. Drummond is a renown poetria and artist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the author of: The Power of the Pen, SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER, Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs, and Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight. Her work is viewed on a global scale and solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”

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​Have It Your Way 


Two all beef prose
Special words
Literature
Consonance
Poetry
Onomatopoeia
On a 
Stanza seed bun.
 
Dedicated To: You Deserve a Break Today
A B.A.D. Poem
(Authored: “A B.A.D. Poem”, “The Power of the Pen”, “SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER”, “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs” and e-Book: “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight”).

His ‘N’ Hers


 
 
Her
hair is grey.
Her
hands are old
and
decrepit.
He
decides
to leave;
after all
her
step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.
 
Her
ankles are swollen.
Her
feet are crusted.
Her
eyes
no longer
‘SEE’.
Her
frail heart,
she so
trusted in;
is as
weak
as
cataracts~~~
can be!
 
 
Her
hair is grey.
Her
hands are old
and
decrepit.
He
decides
to leave;
after all
her
step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.
 
Her
mind is feeble;
*some-what*
long gone.
Her youth
is of
ancient old.
History
‘sangs’
her
a dreadful song.
But,
for God;
she
still loves
on
and on
and on~~~
REAL
HARD!
 
 
 
Her
hair is grey.
Her
hands are old
and
decrepit.
He
decides
to leave;
after all
her
step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.
 
He
never saw
Alzheimer’s
coming.
No,
not he,
nor
her.
Never once;
never
at all.
Come what may.
 
 
Her
hair is grey.
Her
hands are old
and
decrepit.
‘HIS’
‘MIND’ 
decides
to leave;
But
her’s
‘STAYS’
to
step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.
 
 
A B.A.D. Poem
 
 
Dedicated to: A mind is a terrible ‘thang’ to waist so ‘WATCH’ WHO YOU DOG’!
 
 

‘Killin’ Me Softly with His Babies


(APRIL FOOLS; LOVE POETRY CONTEST POEM.
Hosted by: Deborah Brooks Langford)
 
There once
was
a woman
from Oz,
who had
100 ‘KIDS’;
different dads
by far.
She was
‘THAT’
Ol’ lady
who lived
in
prada shoes.
Too many
‘chillins’
she knew not
what
to do.
You guessed right,
Humpty Dumpty
comes along;
killing her softly
with
Roberta Flack
and
Lauren Hill’s
copyrighted
songs.
Gives her 10 more babes
before long;
he too
fell
“OFF THE WALL”.
BUT WAIT~~~
MJ sang that song;
something had
done gone wrong~~~
He too
was accused
of a son;
now
Billie Jean,
he said
“you ain’t the one
‘THAT KID’S’
‘NOT’
‘MY’ SON!”
Along comes
Mr. Spider
who sat down
beside her,
an’ oops
there it is…
PREGNANT,
TWINS;
who
he said
“twasn’t his”
???
So,
she sat her eyes on
Mary’s lil’ lamb
who looked liked
the marrying type
of a man;
to say
I do
fast as he can!!
But it was said,
he gave her 10 more kids
an’
ditched her
bare-foot
instead.
Now
she struggles
up and down
them tiresome
lonely hills.
Who would’ve ‘thunk’
Jack and Jill
to
come along,
fetching her
a pale of water;
scolding her
‘sustah’ girl;
“better sell them
prada’s
for your
sons
and/or
daughters
cause
welfare’s been
long gone.
So,
step aside
an’ let us through
cause we ain’t
Rapping Ronald Reagan
who got
cheese for you!”
 
 
 
A B.A.D. Poem
 
 
Dedicated to: Ol’ lady in prada shoes; so many children she needed the matching purse too! Chaaarge!!!
 

 
 

Disgust


 
 
I loathe
that big bed,
cause
more slaves
are
made!
 
I detest Massa
an’
‘WISH’
he was
‘DEAD’;
instead!
 
I despise
Missy;
she pretend
she don’t
‘SEE’!
 
I dislike
her kids
who ‘LOVE’
‘MY’ 
chocolate breast
and
suckling
‘BEST’!
 
I ‘HATE’
my ‘OWN’ kids
cause
they
belong
to him
and
not
me!
 
 
A B.A.D. Poem
 
 
Dedicated to: Genetic connection!