slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
On Lunch
I remember mom, being pissed when she came to pick me up at the Save-a-mart, saying: "those 'friends,' of yours including those girls you got caught with? Are trouble. Idlers... under achievers. I mean, you know that this is bad behavior! I don't know why you're out here, clucking with chickens...when you could be soaring with eagles, focus on other labours."
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Maturing
I can now look the devil in the face... When i was young i didn't understand your place.. You've always been here to make me great... Life is a struggle thats why i stay prepared for the wait... So much pain i'm confused whether i feel love or hate.. Been through so much shit i can see right through fake... Jail showed me how many mfs will be in yo space... but when you gone they don't got nothing to say... They just be there to eat off yo plate.. I had to realize that my life is on stake.. i had to weed out the snakes yeah the ones that talk behind yo back and smile in yo face... Laced up from a youngin... Loyalty b4 Royalty thats my favorite belief... Had to have morals growing up in these East Oakland streets.. It's crazy its killed or be killed nowadays that's how we think... Caveman lifestyle our life is on brink.. I had to wake up and care.. So many prison stories i won't even share... Humanity almost gone I don't have none to spare... Living my life you'll be scared...
By Harry Black6 years ago in Poets
Temperamental Strengths
These temperamental strengths require so much thanks, I have to continuously administer them praise or else it's a shame how they behave. My skills are children with sugar cane legs, any water not worshiped will melt them away. The tending and attention is worth all the painstaking I've mentioned. I've never witnessed gifts like theirs so I suffer the swaying so that they're spared. It's nuisance well worth the headache, their power when pandered to, urges a demand that I demand I do. When I have them well watered in wanderlust they have more power than with any man I'd dare trust. Their vision and wisdom is why I give to them what I give them. I could be a sucker to their sweetness but I haven't seen any other offerings available that could beat this. I stay attentive and nurturing for the certainty they instill in me. Could be but a beautiful delusion to die to, but I myself I am wise too. The fruits they yield from my labor guarantee to me a bright bet on which I wager. I might be the savior of a rare crucial breed, thus I don't doubt much the deed for which I bleed. Though I neglect the normal, the mundane and the common, I suspect you'll respect what I've dismissed when all your problems they solve them. This psychic finicky plant possess a knowingness that outwits even the cleverest of nit wits. If you can get the gist it's prowess will abolish every dish that's been served filled with fallacies you didn't deserve. All the lies in this world that rob you of brilliance will cease beneath the eyes of what I've revived into resilience. No not forever will I have to baby this temperamental misbehaving lady. It's lessons it's learning and its wings it is earning. When I finally takes flight you will revere its sharp sight, and I will seek solace knowing I had did what was right.
By Mr. KUTZKY6 years ago in Poets
