I Still Love Poetry......

For those of you that know me, I am an amateur poet. I like to think of myself as some badass poet laureate but the truth is, I'm still an amateur. I'm getting better at my craft but I still have a lot of work to do. The thing with me is that I like simplistic things. I never try to be too deep or intellectual. I never talk about things that I know nothing about or have never seen. I could never deliver a piece describing the "thunderous sound of the waves crashing against the shore" because I've never seen or heard it. I try not to be that close to the ocean when the waves make thunderous sounds. Doesn't sound to safe to me! I would never deliver a piece describing the smell & tough of Eucalyptus leaves. Man.....I couldn't pick out, distinguish, describe a damn Eucalyptus anything if my life depended on it. I could never deliver a piece about the "fire red color of passion burning within your eyes" because that *ish ain't real. If my woman ever looks at me with "fire red eyes of passion", I am going to grab my bible and a cross and tell her "the power of Christ compels you, the power of Christ compels you!" Anyway, you get my point.

I have written some nice love *ish and some pretty nice *ish for a couple of funerals but for the most part, I like to make my reader/listener laugh a little bit. I guess I'm just goofy like that!

Well, I thought I would start posting some of my pieces to let the readers see that side of me. I'll start off a little simple, I guess. This is a sonnet that I wrote for The Corey Franklin.

I wrote this for my brother (I know, I know, I know, he should've done it himself). He was having a hard time and he knew that his big bro had a gift with words. Ha, Ha, Ha..... He was a junior in high school at the time (last year) so I think this fits the bill. Hell, he/we got an A!


Haters won’t let me Rest
By: Sean Kyle

On days like this, I see school as a drag (a)
Roaming the halls, restless thoughts on my mind (b)
Thoughts thrown together as if in a bag (a)
No answers, wandering like I was blind (b)
Not enough sleep or not enough to eat (c)
Maybe the teachers’ nagging or the tests (d)
My shirt doesn’t match the shoes on my feet (c)
Whatever the case, my mind never rests (d)
Zoom by in the halls, foes posing as friends (e)
Constantly smiling and waving, lying (f)
Seeing through fakeness, before it begins (e)
Before I know, I smile back, not trying (f)
When I walk past, I feel their eyes spying (f)
Trying to break me down, figure me out (g)
But they find no flaws, I leave them no doubt. (g)

Tibetan Monks....please stand up!

Okay, why didn't I think of this? Why didn't choir directors all over the country think of this? Tibetan Monks, please demand your royalties before it's too late! Yes world, now we have the Snuggie! Are you serious? A blanket with sleeves? It looks like a bath robe worn backwards! Oh yeah, you do get a free book light if you order now! It's only $19.95! People, if you want a snuggie, please go down to your local Missionary Baptist Church and request a choir robe that is 2 to 3 times too big and there you have it.....a snuggie!

I will say this, I can't knock their hustle. As much as I see the damn commercial, there has to be someone out there supporting this nonsense! Get your money Snuggieman, get your money.

Did I mention that there is no back to the thing! It doesn't tie up in the back people! I can't wear my Snuggie around the house with no clothes on under it because my ass will be out! They fool you on the commercial by always sitting and lounging because the actors can't show it to us ASS OUT! Outside of it being a bathrobe worn backwards, a Tibetan Monk's robe, and a choir robe, it is a big ass hospital gown! Oh, and there's no hood! What if I'm chilling and my head and ears get cold? Cover me completely Mr. Snuggie Man, I don't think it's fair. America, please stop giving in to this nonsense and keep it old school, get your warmest blanket and "snuggie" up in it! Mr. Snuggie, please, please, leave us alone.