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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Facade



We laugh
cuddle
an’
hug,
we live
to
make love~~~
Then
name call
hurt,
we cut,
tear down
each other’s
worth
then
we laugh
cuddle
an’
hug
we live
to make love~~~
Then
name call
hurt,
we cut,
tear down
each other’s
worth.
Then
we laugh
cuddle
an’
hug
we live
to make love~~~
IT’S
ALL
A
FAÇADE.
Cause
love
don’t
love us
at all!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dedicated to: Your move.

 
A B.A.D. Poem
 
 No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ April 17, 2017.
 
 
 

Double Dutch Bus


Shoop
de’
Shoop.
‘Dis’
ain’t no
hula-hoop.
It’s ‘dat’
double dutch
rope.
‘Dat’ do
what
it do.
‘Talkin’
‘bout’
‘da’
loop de’ loop.
Shoop.
Shoop.




Yeah,
‘IZ’ shook it
to
‘da’ east.
‘IZ’ shook it
to
‘da’ west.
I shook my butt off
on ‘dat’
double dutch
bus!




Shoop
de’
Shoop.
‘Dis’
ain’t no
hula-hoop.
It’s ‘dat’
double dutch
rope.
‘Dat’ do
what
it do.
‘Talkin’
‘bout’
‘da’
loop de’ loop.
Shoop.
Shoop.




Nappy!
Bald as can be;
aint’ stopped
‘dis’
big bone neck,
ashey black legs
an
brown
crusted feets’
from doing
the
‘dawg’
on ‘thang’.
Shoop
de’
shoop.
‘Dis’
ain’t no
hula-hoop.
It’s the
double dutch
rope.
‘Dat’ do
what
it do.
‘Talkin’
‘bout’
‘da’
loop de’ loop.
Shoop.
Shoop.




Yeah
i
rolls my eyes
and
stomps’
‘myze’
feets,
cause in
‘DAT’
rope
‘dis’ dark sustah’s
confidant
‘AZ’
can be.


Shoop
de’
shoop.
‘Dis’
ain’t no
hula-hoop.
It’s ‘dat’
double dutch
rope.
‘Dat’ do
what
it do.
‘Talkin’
‘bout’
‘da’
loop de’ loop.
Shoop.
Shoop.




Shoop.
Shoop.






Shoop.
Shoop.






Shoop.
Shoop.
‘Dis’
ain’t no
hula-hoop.
Its ‘dat’
double dutch bus
that
do
what it do.


Dedicated to: 1, 2, 3, 4; get ready, jump in, an’ ‘ev’n’ ‘dat’ score. Shoop de’ shoop!!!
A B.A.D. Poem
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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!
 
 No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ March 31, 2017.
 
                                                                                              
 
 

Citation
(A Poet’s Haven Poetry Contest Challenge)


 I’ll write a poem for you;
You write a poem for me.
Back to back; quotations extract ‘summadat’
‘BUTT’ remember to cite thee; PLEASE.
Illustrations’ mention references; citation is key.
I’ll write a poem for you;
You write a poem for me.
Son of citation will allow thee,
to be or not to be;
“A BAD Poem” if you please.
 
Dedicated to:
Drummond-Brown, R. (2017). A B.A.D. Poem. Bloomington, IN: AuthorHouse.
A B.A.D. Poem
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Blood Stained Banner
As I pierce
the deep
blue skies
returning home
questioning
‘not’
who?
What?
 When?
Where?
Nor
why?
Shoeless
‘BUT’
got His
favorite
BLOOD STAINED DRESS ON!
Some say it ain’t so
but,
if ‘He’
can walk on water
to me,
then
through
mustard seed
faith
an’
‘sum’
belief;
I too
can
gaze
across
the shore,
calm
the raging seas,
keeping
mine eyes
fixed
only
on Him
all the more.
And ‘YES’
drown
into
ETERNITY.




Dedicated to:
At a ‘TREE’, at a tree (Acts 5:30); is where I first saw the light
and the burdens of my heart were rolled away.
Yeah,
that’s where it ‘twas’~~~I received my sight!!!
A B.A.D. Poem
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#666-666


 
She’s
‘po’
black trash
to ‘sum’.
 
 
 
 
 
 
While
to other’s~~~
 
 
 
 
 
 
WELL~~~
you know
the deal~~~
 
 
 
 
 
 
YEAH~~~
she’s
the toast
of the town;
an’
‘SUM’
‘BIG’ ‘BIG’
‘BIG’
fun.
To
EVERYONE’s;
sons!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Downtown
knows her by name
WELL!!!
Them other sides’
of the tracks;
produce
some of the
same
lames’
but,
shhhhh….
Satan won’t,
if you don’t
TELL.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
This is that
and
that is this.
But remember,
shhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~
some have a
hissy fit
‘ov’r’
666-
666.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Games’ so weak
‘itsa’
‘cryin’ shame.
‘Wazant’ for Eve;
Ms. ‘Thang’
own
‘THAT’
blame game;
just
the same!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rest assure
‘sheza’
knock off
Beyoncé
‘kinda’ dame.
‘Wit’
High dreams.
Red stiletto
heels.
Ghetto facade fame;
small minded
scheme
of thangs.
A low reach~~~
minus the frills.
A brick house
‘anna’
hard pill
to swallow
that is;
when ‘ONLY’ she
do what it do
an’
make it rain.
‘Takin’
*ABSOLUTELY*
no prisoners
and
*DEFINITELY*
asking
‘NO’
LAST names!
But,
what’s ‘HER’ name?
What’s her name?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Get ‘ov’r’ it!
An’
let her
do her.
Yeah
she can be
‘ALL’
she can be;
in her own
make believe
fantasies.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
#666-666
CAUGHT^
‘inna’ web.
SAVED BY GRACE^.
‘Dem’
UP-TOWN>
‘sadities’
‘NEVA’
saw that ‘comin’
but
keep reminding
her;
oh’
‘dem’ strange
monopoly games
ONCE
played;
back
in
her
hay-day
of ‘thangs’.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
BUT GOD.
 
ERASED
~~~~~~
#666-666
~~~~~~
anyway.
 
 
 
 
 
 
And
called her ‘OUT’
by anew
#
‘witha’
 brand new
claim
to ‘HIS’ ‘kinda’ fame
and
‘COMPLETELY’
changed her
wicked wicked wicked
ways.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
777-777
replaced
‘dat’
game
AND
made her
whole again.
 
 
 
 
 
HER FATHER
‘SENT’
666-666
on its way!
 
 
 
 
 
SO,
who are you;
MS. SADITY
(yeah ‘IZ’ said it)
to have
this inmate’s
last say?
MRS. UPPITY
just
SHUT UP!!!
And let her
do her
and
you
do you
an’
CHANGE
your own concealed ways!
 
 
 
 
 
 
did you forget???
***NEWSFLASH***
‘SUMMA’ US  
REMEMBER YOU TOO
FROM
BACK IN THE DAY,’
YEAH.
DOWN THE WAY.
SO,
WATCH
WHAT ‘cha’ SAY
cause we
hear
not ‘LONG’ ago
you too ‘wuz’
666-666~~~
yesteryears.
Just
go somewhere,
mind your business
and
while you at it
CA$H
 OR SHALL WE SAY
CAST
YOUR OWN CARES!
 
Dedicated to:
He who is ‘WITHOUT’ sin; let him cast the first lie.
 
A B.A.D. Poem
 
 
No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted material@ May 1, 2017.