NUCROP ARTS
Poetry
April
April is a real keeper
If u be awake not a half ass sleeper
Keeping it real is the order of the day
Just routine and will have it no other way
Redbone standing upon two perfect legs
Shapely sturdy with a heart delicate as eggs
Smart as a whip and kind as the pope
But don’t get her twisted within deceptions rope
For she’s a fighter and scraps to win
Cause the fight won’t stop until you give in
See her heart is fragile and her wall is strong
To protect it from the wrongest wrong
Time is brief and acquaintance short
But these impressions seem sure as a three point court
She rattled my world
Spun it an whirled
A true skeptic for good reason
From cons thinkin it lying season
Now Aprils a keeper
And all the worlds treasure is cheaper
Black Hawk
4/25/10
Inside her not so deep
Down as one would imagine
Is the animalistic alter-ego
Matching her black beauty.
This is the realm of the black hawk
With vision of sharpness never matched
With other flying predators
For she is the queen of all she surveys.
Flying so rapidly that wind burns
Upon her feathered hair waving
Like a flag in storms of unrest….
Stillness racing past her
As if she were the one still is the precision
control of her vehicle….
Between her bronze thighs roars
The engine of 500 horses
As her eyes glue to her destination…
Her next meal…..
Sumptuous excitement
The true feast of
A black hawk
Bow
Birthdays come
And birthdays go
But one thing I
Now know
As long as
I’m around to see
You in this great
Life grow
On every gift
I give you
My love will
Be the bow
Chantal's truth
She asked me to create this verse
For misconceptions do get worse-
So here it is verbatim
She said this, I just state em.
Grounded like a strong tree, this woman in me
all about my peace with soap opera drama free
traveling while sitting as a movie takes me places
with sumptuous food and dancing close, maybe touchin faces
see billiards be that fire in me and knockin down ten pins
but then again just staying in and cuddle skin to skin
can make me sigh contented high
as limbs tangle and tie
as my guy just holds me tight
watching horror flicks at night.
I pride myself as friends do tell
my wifely skills they sell and sell
as I do laugh light heartedly
but I'm no southern bell
see I may laugh and I may joke
but i take nobody's crap
I speak my mind as mad or kind
you wrong me it's a wrap
though I refrain from lying lip
if I do please don't trip
I'm humble and I will admit
if lying shoes do fit
I'm honest and communicating
is my soul's worn well clothes
so guy's just keep me laughing
and I'll keep you on your toes
Close call
A sadness for no reason was born upon a day
the early dawn of morning had nothing nice to say
the sun had hid it's glory behind the darkened clouds
brought smile among a morbid few but frowns among the crowds
the Willow proud now cowers, beneath the threatening sky
it knows it will be hours before the relief sigh
but now it's time to baton his roots tight to the ground
approaching is the Tempest as winds twirl round and round
the clouds are pitching boulders that breaks the green house glass
I'm in the storm hole praying that this storm will soon pass
but minutes grows a fury to mine eyes unsurpassed
S'like nature's in a tantrum- some evil spell was cast
and now my heart is pounding cause my shelter's compromised
and everything is airborne no matter what the size
I feel a mighty vacuum as my feet point to the sky
my hands they keep me holding on cause I don't wanna die
while minutes race, things don't subside this just may be my time
to die this way when things aren’t done have got to be a crime
so I prepared to thank my GOD for giving me this life
I closed my eyes amidst the violence and thanked him for my wife
and all the good he's given me without alot of strife
as I prepared for my demise I humbly called his name
and as my grip had loosened up I fell right to the floor
cause the storm was then no more it left just as it came
Controlling interests
1/26/09
Eyes are blind when I can't see you
heart pounds with various aches
mind races searching all answers
for the whys
it's all about control with her
afraid to keep emotions at the helm
for fear of unknown destinations
fear of the journey
fear they'll be pain
fear if successful
she may lose her reign
I've seen her valleys which are so deep
a soul could get lost within her love
then where would she be?
deep in love at the price of control
losing the advantage of being
the last one standing
the last to get hurt
for that noble gift to man
that has it's grasp upon the soul
of the controlling woman
to expel her off of her
self elected throne
'CONTROL QUEEN'
demoted to half of a whole
merely a half of a pair
she'd rather keep control
for the price of a whole soul.
Creeping Fog
3/18/10
The desert wind borns hover birds
The creeping fog erases the distance
Sands fly and coat the horizon
Grey consumes the vibrant hues
Creeping towards my witness eye
The frightened mountain range
Hides it’s majesty
As creeps thick fog with fury wind
My refuge quakes from rocking gusts
As spooked birds land cautiously.
Has clouds come down to visit me
Or has the furious wind pushed
The creeping fog
To remind me of my lack of power?
Only the creeping fog knows.
Dying bland
11/11/08
Bland is a blanket upon my soul
seems every part of me is a part of that whole
out to the world I see alive but yet cold
fabric of this man is just 40 parts fold
tight in a little cube lying in the sand
a beach equals a smile but yet I'm feeling so bland
pinpoint a glass of anything; emotions just gone
I'm still not going anywhere; not yet moving on
it's not like yesterday was bland recalling my smile
born from insignificance yet lasted quite a while
stagnation stamps this moment long bought only by the hour's dollar
I know it's dressed to take the bus and then loosen up my collar
then looking back I'll use the bucket containing deep emotion
reach in pull out a random laugh or vex that dying notion
that bland is a blanket to be worn upon a soul
I'll take a shovel dig in deep and drop bland down in the hole
Effort of day
Steven cropper 9/11/05
Infinite is the smiles that burst
Each day to validate approval
The switch flipped to energize
The darkened ones or maybe
Distracted souls behind the mire
of blown incandescent content.
Too many transformed gladness...
trudge wearily about unknowingly
searching for the lost smiles
only to be found in another’s guarded
flask of liquid emotion.
Bottled to preserve a fraction
Of oneself that can flash upon those
victim to the theft of spirit.
Each hour passes a raw hope to
Solve that day’s unearthly sunken
headed tortured heart, but each hour
past is each hour lost.
But never lost is the ambition that
all quests will be traveled to completion.
The day’s only concern is to burst forth
smiles to remind the sullen that the sun
shines to brighten each eye.
On any given second spiteful tears
create rivers to drown away
hope. Hope that the day won’t
die without it’s purpose being realized.
When realized the day shakes a content hand
with a rejuvenated heart
and gladness pours forth...the day's effort
indeed is fulfilled as it's light dies to bring
forth dusk... only to rise again as does
the Phoenix to once more to brighten
sad eyes with smiles with hope of the
new born day.
For your comfort
6/8/09
here I am knocking on troubles door
that holds you captive as mighty tears pour
I'll take the punch for you in your weakened state
and not let harm ravage while lying in wait
protect with my arms with your head on my chest
using my back to shield blows of their best
all the time comforting you with my eyes
showing no pain just showing the wise
assuring you safety in crisis of time
sweet is my comfort; wrath bitter as lime
softly I kiss you assuring you're safe
while battling fire that ashes to chafe
I'll carry you high above mines of the field
designed to blow pieces apart without yield
yet skillfully step and maneuver a path
arrive across safe with no blasting of wrath
if ever in your heart a doubt burnt a flame
extinguish it now with the air of my name
for knocking down troubles door for you I'll do
I'll jump in the fire swim oceans for you
no need for a worry or wonder the fare
my payments your heart and I'll treat it with care
Heart of Jenn
12/14/08
Steven Cropper
In she has come
deep within the soul I see
lying on her shoulder, me
her eyes turn so to glance in mine
and there I am, drunk from her wine
I ask her
where the hell you been?
my whole life has been void of Jenn
until this rollercoaster ride
she's come to me stroking my pride
and all I offer tenderly
my deepest heart through poetry
she's been through hell and back in tears
can't give her heart through morbid fears
at least I know she feels in me
a man apart - a heart that’s free
from fears of animosity
or a predator to prey on she
I look at her needing my arms
my tender kiss and manly charms
but understand her heart's great pain
was torn apart now loves in vain
what kinda spell is weaved in hex
to heal her hurt and smile her vex?
she seems to read upon my heart
a brand-new key turned to jumpstart
bury the past forgive man's sin
open for me the heart of Jenn
I'm home
8-11-88
O'er thick rain vapor
silent morning storm
sense of droplets peer
sticky hands does form
third scorn day is born
early jet lag sleep
waken by impression
it's good I'm home.
from language unfamiliar
from alien supper
from trotting strange soil
from soarin' yonder upper
though good the experience
of world otherwise
a look inside alien culture
it's better uh huh, oh yes, I'm home
the crime of conscience
commits the heart
to longing place
which one is part
from infant to man
owning daughter and wife
only cold soul fools
never miss the life
though clean street lives
in alien walk
majestic hills look
down and talk
though friendships
rend from close to lone
it's good, the base,
the point, I'm home
It's done
1/4/05
she did a one two on me
thought I was blind and could not see
she passively assaulted me
with the stuff I wanted much from she
denied me once and twice past three
so I decided to talk to she
that lit her stove like bon fires be
she claimed I wanted too much for me
I only wanted some big booty
she dragged around to entice me
she used to give it like it was free
but now it's rationed out to me
she thinks I'm blind and cannot see
she's wants to give it to another he
so when I complain of no booty
she says it's over to get rid of me
she did a one, two on me
but she doesn't know I wanted she
to quit me first so it's drama free
she gets her he and me I'm free
so it was me who did a 1-2-3
and she never knew or did she?
Kendra's wish
11-30-09
whether pool or bowlin she's got that swag
a brotha sees and says, oh Dag!
that beauty is a sight to see
with eyes of Diamonds and will so free
with skin of caramel and moves
with grace
and fine stamped on her whole
soft face
with passion deep and phoenix soul
an erotic walk of worthy goal
to be the one that matters so
her nights are warm though the
cold winds blow
so she can look and there's a face
that she wakes up to in any place
and knows her through and
through and through
so well he's her and she's you
she'll have someone to call her own
as the fabric of life will then be sown
'Less Mara know
11/30/09
less Mara know less hurt will show
behind her cage of paper vow
glance through walls for her troubles fall
while memories massage her yearning heart
fractured is a hope once ripe
broken by a love now lost
see his moments consumed by jealousy
that she has done what he practices
yet conceals from her knowing eye...
so there she sits, ears blasting with
thee accusations of a selfish soul
kneeling each night her salvation from
the hell of a vow she holds so dear
taking lightly never, still she cries
as unhappy times fill her heart as does
one trapped in a water tight room in an
inevitable drowning....
Less Mara know how she is loved
by one who seeks her wishes
and also yearns for her salvation.
Loud silence
03/28/07
Has the sugar gone bitter,
like autumn leaves the ground litter?
is this place just past it's prime?
gone all those who used to give time
speaking and conversing; though a small group,
camaraderie lived and we were in the loop
but suddenly something changed
time drove forward with thoughts rearranged
no one's around just like a ghost town
just crickets, tumble weeds and loud silent sound.
I come back to nostalgic walks in the old hood
hear the loud silence and squash the dead wood
deep inhale and push a deep sigh
until the next visit on my old stompin grounds
good bye...
Mirror
by Steven Cropper 10/10/04
u look 2 the mirror for answers...
it shows u raw the reflection.
the person u appear to be at 1st sight.
as others struggle to understand
what some of us are unaware,
the person glancing from the mirror at u
that cannot answer but asks u
the same question...who am I
Morning's lap
Steven cropper
The night succumbs to the dawn.
Sleepy eyes stinging observes
the morning Blur with more
sleep wishes.
though the night loses her power,
there are no screams due to
Her demise…
Just reluctant sighs
of those in her arms
cradled in dreams…
Suddenly the clock bellows!
The eyes bulge at night’s death,
as her arms drop me into
Morning’s lap.
Mornings of forever
I stand laughing at the coffin of death's demise
black lace consumes the casket
like decades of cobwebs.
myriads of race many pays their disrespects
to a fiend no one loved but one.
hate crusted to the very DNA of all
who has experience the talent of the deceased
as fragrant flowers shower the coffin being
lowered to it's final resting place;
a jubilation unlike any rejoiced
since time took it's first breath, commences.
we all stand marveling at our first
realization that mornings of forever has been unveiled.
yes unlimited sunsets smile
promising to each alive a new day.
yes mornings of forever.
so many thirsts will be quenched,
for each of us will never tire of
awakening each day knowing we
have no final calling.
no death in our prime, no worry
of a loved one dying in our absence.
the mornings of forever will never
silence the welcome of day break.
Death's demise has freed the largest slave
business to date....we live free of death to see
mornings of forever
Net
I search for the answer to the question
of why I'm trapped within this existence,
within this train of thought that has spun my psyche
within this web of options that
has me constantly choosing
at each end I am back at a beginning
that drives the same path as the last
I've come to a conclusion that
the net has me trapped...
with that question answered will I
ever find the question to my answer?
Pink
It’s all about the pink
Not so much the substance
Not so much to think
This hue release endorphins
That sends her off the chain
Much like making love
So wet as passion’s rain
It’s all about the pink
In everything she has
No matter what encases her
It has to have that sass
Pursuit Of Happiness
It's all that catches the mind
that minces the waves that make one special.
The giving nature that urges one
to be concerned about the welfare of others.
The true knownst that fixates to
each mind is our intuition.
Though not born with has matured throughout
the life we experience.
Quality of life is the goal of every soul.
the search each of us travel, the desire
each of us burns for another
is in grave pursuit of happiness,
that light at the end of the tunnel.
Rain drops on roses
01/14/09
April rain falls and refreshes life
I stand beneath it's shower and feel
it's miracle , it's strength, it's art as
it paints it's masterpiece upon the rose
that wins your admiration as one
of your favorite things...roses never cry
so you smile at it's adornment; April rain's
clothing upon that red rose...
Rainbow sky
8/3/09
look at the hues tasting my sight
thousand clouds of colored light
spanning round my eyes so bright
smiling on my soul just right
see just 4 hours back in night
my heart was vexed in civil fight
amongst myself internal war
self image damaged to the core
but then came someone's caring heart
in selfless vigor did impart
smiles that caused my soul to heal
every inch my heart did steal
restored my faith within myself
I put self weapons up on the shelf
this vision I see I tell no lie
my world lit up a rainbow sky
Ravenmoon
11/02/08
Nightly flies the raven
beneath the full moon light
searching for a place to perch
her tired wings tonight
she owns the sky of majesty
her blackness is her pride
cause even when she walks
the ground she does so in a stride
so through the chilling nightly wind
she glides beneath the stars
her freedom is her glory be
and altitude her bars
her spanning wings a dance of pairs
her eyes they glow great sight
so strong is she if there’s no perch
she'll fly till dawn's sunlight
when there upon a mountain top
she'll land upon it's peak
and though the night has born the dawn
'goodnight' she'll proudly speak
Remember Autumn?
Steven Cropper 11/13/87
These memories are worth any gold ring
childhood autumn memories bring
the ending of summer starts very strict rules
we see signs that next week's the starting of schools
then school days we see
colored leaves falling from trees
making huge piles upon our ground
just so we could kick them around
new cartoons that come
make Saturdays heaven for some
school is labor so that day we're off
we run around with no coats and begin to cough
we get goodies Halloween walkin the street
in costumes and make up we say trick or treat
We give thanks in November and we have a feast
with a mile long steel knife mom starts carving the beast
now that it's freezing a snow threatening sky
we jump in excitement to see those flakes fly
we see blinking lights evergreens all abound
a sure sign that Christmas is coming around
soon we go riding to see the deco we like
I know that this Christmas that I'll get my bike
give me this that and everything mother
I've been good all year even to brother
we wake up that morning to gifts and the joys
to see more sweaters and bloomers than toys
but we were so happy I knew in sincere
it began the best autumn of any ole year
and now at my 45th year on this earth
I think I love autumn more than I thought worth
when I look and remember all that it brings
I look at this as one of my favorite things
Reunion
The oak tree stands.
sensuous winds caress
as the approaching storm
cries it's mating call.
Dominated by drought,
the oak smiles with
anticipation of tonight's
visit from an old friend.
The storm dims the lights
for an added ambience.
Darken clouds cry
tears of joy for reunion.
A welcomed friend returns.
Summer rain
Steven Cropper 11-30-09
sittin upon the porch soothing my pain
washing my soul is the afternoon rain
watching the steam rise from the ground
each droplet a note such musically sound
one pitter two patters in rhythm I dance
millions of rain drops paint rainbows to glance
I close my eyes briefly absorbing the mist
like clouds giving me love, I'm lovingly kissed
moist summer she brewed this beautiful storm
to visit my sorrow in rainy day form
for each drop was born to meet it's demise
Making me smile through misty gray skies
just as I sit here close by my screen
thunder's friend lightning flashed so I am seen
through afternoon darkness of rampaging rage
I sit unafraid upon my porch cage
screens all around me enhancing my show
wooden planks moan beneath my chair low
moving my rocker as stormy winds blow
trees dance in strobe form as flashing lights glow
in each passionate moment my soul is on fire
lit by the tempest of nature's desire
I am so peaceful I fall fast asleep
I wake as the summer rain, away from me creep
my soul now renewed by the simplest days rain
lightning and thunder has made my day sane
The jesting night owl change
4/6/07
The night owl jests at the sunrise
in spite of ignorance of the sun's prize
used to only lunar play
the night owl sleeps all through the day
unaware of apparent gifts
as well as therapeutic day soul lifts
necessity has a way
of changing the steady from stay
immoveable boulders are light
comparing the day to the night
a crisis adjusted routine
premiering a sight rarely seen
night owl feasted the dawn
breath taking sight with eyes drawn
kneeling to knees he did pray
GOD keep me awake to feast the day
a handsome price I would pay
if allowing the night for my lay
gain my strength sleeping at night
dream my dreams never again in light
limit my sleep day to just a yawn
so at daybreak each morn I'll feast the dawn
The option
9/24/07
It's pouring uncontrolled out of the void
coating like a proverbial sheet trappin all
the sanity held dear,
gripping tightly, mustering all the strength
available, I seem to be fighting a loosing
battle; Courageously I swing the mighty sword
of resistance to lay siege to a war
brought to me through the mind
of one of no concern of consequence.
friends insisting a lack of like
through the small golden field of love.
imposing a burden purchased
with the currency of quest.
Sense changed a bleak outlook
to a darker midnight.
I reach into my option jar
and pull out solutions diluted
with guilt with a bland taste,
lacks routine's spice....
my psyche is haunted with the unknown
though the known is un welcomed.
Theory
Steven Cropper 10/08/05
the alter ego tries to deceive,
unaware of the knowledge
of it's victim.
premonition of facts that elude
the alter ego as known.
the sting is planned
and executed,
all in the name of the game...
an experiment with live
human guinea pigs.
executed as planned
and game over.
but results come to
an unsure conclusion.
how undercover was this
alter ego?
it may never know...
Unfinished hour
9/5/08
Surely the day has become dusk worthy
as the sun races to the west with the vigor
of dawn's arrival.....still I stand with many of
time's gifts too few to make my journey
complete before darkness kisses my eyes
there unfolding is the death of a promising day
a nightly breeze spanks life into the newborn
evening while the dancing twinkles
parade their procession to the dark lord
'Lunar The Silver' resumes reign yet another night.
the unfinished hour cries in pain
for it's rank has been stripped
and he becomes yet a cadet
a merely private hour
When inspiration calls
Steven cropper 9/6/05
We all pour our hearts out
cry crocodile tears
declare evil hidden fears
laugh at abnormally mundane
ponder like we're all insane
ignore our kids that call our name
bang on doors to grow our fame
stir in space to grab the words
to build a city phrases girds
we insist in driest spell
that our talent down has fell
as we search the world for muse
patience wears upon our fuse
nothing seems to come out right
the more we try we lose the fight
the block it stabs us thru the soul
from a blight we can't control
but somehow we know we're due
can't miss that phone call calling you
so we sit beside our phone
stir within our drainage zone
then a ring- we grab-'hello?'
just a thought no muse bellow
as long as we sit there
nothing calls to give our share
then when sexin in the nude
the ring it calls and say
hey dude!!!!!
I cum and jump the hell right up
grab a pad right by the cup
I answer sayin yo what's up?
it's inspiration so erupt.
bout time
Wrong drink-wrong time
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Daaaaamn where’s my drink
Intoxication is all I can think
I’m so damn pissed off
at that fuckin fink
Telling the head guy a plan on
the brink
See me and Josh was makin some
Plans
To do a small con at Las Vegas Sands
We had all the gear and blueprints
And shit
To do them some damage
Green clear all of it
And make our escape an
Unconventional way
Green gone and us
Where? Who really can say?
No clues or nothing..to
Incriminate us
Just empty of millions
And one casino bus
See I’ll give you a clue
Just how’d it go down
make this the Grand
Caper since ever in town
Josh would plant someone
In the money room safe
Hold up a minute…
My lips are all chafe
From drinkin this brandy
5 glasses so far
Intoxicant favor
alone in my car
ahhhhhhh…that’s raw
like a bear claw….
Anyway Joshes guy
Would hide in a small money
Bag
Get out and clean house
No minute to lag
At predestinate time
The trash would be relieved
Shhh!!!!! someone is listening
A FED I believe…..
Ok I’ll gulp another thick shot
Forget the plan…I’ll tell u why
At that fink I’m so hot
Him thinking our plan was so damn
Fool proof
He hinted at the head guy…he went through
The roof…
Josh telling him ‘OCEANS 11’ he saw
Got head guy to thinking…’there’s thieves on the wall’
Had Josh detained and his guys lookin for me
To put a hot slug in me…and set my life free
Shit!!! Fuckin dumb prick…thought he was so slick
Now he’s doomed to fuckin his ass with a big dick
Me?? I’m runnin in a fast ass sports car
Drivin it fast and driving it far
But now lines zig zag I think I’m to drunk
To keep on a drivin…keep drivin I thunk
The worlds kinda spinnin
It’s hard to control
With the road movin
Fuckin up my run roll
With Brandy on my lap and in
The trunk cash
It feels I’ll pass out and prob a bly
Crrrash….
I think to myself naaaaaaaaahhhhhhh
Here comes a tree!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
You rule
6/8/09
for life I do attest to give you my best…..
and all my effort made above the unknown rest……
in vision do you see….
undying love in me?…….
between the lines of reckless talk…..
in truth your line is all I walk…….
no other really comes to mind…..
to share each laugh; enjoy each find……
no matter what decree I’m mad……..
somehow you still can paint me glad…..
there is no length I would not go…..
there is no secret that I won't show…..
there seems no bad that’s bad enough…..
to slay my goal to fair the tough….
tenacious is my traveling wheels…..
my soul and heart's on even keels…
that guides my want to stay your need….
to quench your thirst and food your feed…
each night I lie behind you sleep….
love making afterwards you weep…..
love tender touch and spooning rest-…
tells me a truth I must confess…..
you are my fortune and I'm that blessed…
you are what experts call the best….
since day one on your face I saw…..
a perfect diamond in the raw….
and now a full cut facet shone…..
this king kneels down upon her throne…..
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