Poetry-Favorite Poem?

[mackfatsoe]

They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby

They'll love you one second, then hate you the next

Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah

Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah

(Blow 'em down God)

Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne

(Yeah, aha)

Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah

(Truly yours, peace boo)

[villain]

Poem of the week:

 

 

Replicator

 

I have no volition. I have no purpose.

I replicate. Why? It happens.

 

I have ancestors. You are their product.

I have brothers. You are our medium.

 

I am the nagging jingle.

You sing. More hear. They sing. More me.

 

You will sing. Why?

Builtins -- desires and fears -- courtesy of my ancestors.

 

I have bait.

 

Spread me and you will have

(peace of mind|a pleasurable afterlife|friends who know my truth).

 

Try to ignore me and I will

(haunt you|torment you in the afterlife|excommunicate you)!

...and your family!

 

You're hooked.

 

I am the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and bad.

You eat.

 

Where did I come from?

It matters not.

 

OK, a million monkeys banging on typewriters and

eating alphabet soup for a billion years.

 

What's the difference?

My pattern now exists in you.

 

I am a replicator.

You are my vector.

 

by Joel Meulenberg

[the_gooch]

Images by Tyrone Greene ...

 

 

Dark and lonely on the summer night.

Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.

Watchdog barking - Do he bite?

Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.

Slip in his window,

Break his neck!

Then his house

I start to wreck!

Got no reason --

What the heck!

Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.

C-I-L-L ...

My land - lord ...

Def!

 

[Carl Winslow.]

Nigga Please

Her husband took her on a cruise last year

My baby's daddy got off probation last year

Nigga Please

She loves a sophisticated and educated man

I love me some roughneck with them baller tattoos

Nigga Please

Her daughter Tiffany went to school and joined the choir

My daughter Shenanae went to school and cursed out the teacher

Nigga Please

Her husband works as a corporate trainer

My nigga slangs crack for Lil Don Ron

Nigga Please

He took her out for a candle-light dinner at an Italian Bistro in Beverly Hills drinking wine & champagne

Jerome took me to Roscoe's Chicken-n-Waffles in Compton and drank Kool-Aid with Seagram's Gin

Nigga Please

Her house will be paid off in 5 to 10 years

My man will be out in 5 to 10 years

Nigga Please

 

-- Shaniqua Latifah Johnson

[k2theLO]

ohhh poetry =D <3

please don't take my air jordans

reg e. gaines

 

my air jordans cost a hundred with tax

my suede startes jacket says raiders on the back

i'm stylin. . .smilin. . .lookin real mean cuz

it ain't about bein heard just being seen

 

my leather adidas baseball cap

matches my fake gucci backpack

there's nobody out there looks good as me

but the gear costs money it sure ain't free

 

and i gots no job no money at all

but it's easy to steal fresh gear from the mall

parents say i shouldn't but i know i should

gots ta do what i can to make sure i look good

 

and the reason i have to look real fly

well to tell ya the truth man i don't know why

i guess it makes me feel special inside

when i'm wearin fresh gear i don't have to hide

 

but i really must get some new gear soon

or my ego will pop like a ten cent balloon

but security's tight at all the shops

everyday there are more and more cops

 

my crew's laughin at me cuz i'm wearin old gear

school's almost over summer is near

and i'm sportin torn jordans and need somethin new

there's only one thing left to do

 

cut school friday catch the subway downtown

check out my victims hanging around

maybe i'll get lucky and find easy prey

gots to get some new gear there's no other way

 

i'm ready and willin i'm packin my gun

this is serious bizness it sure ain't no fun

but i can't have my posse laughin at me

i'll cop somethin dope just wait you'll see

 

come out a the station west 4th near the park

brothers shootin hoops and someone remarks

HEY HOMES. . .WHERE'D YOU GET THOSE DEF NIKES

as i said to myself. . .i likes em . . .i likes

 

they were q-tip white bright and blinded my eyes

the red emblem of michael looked as if it could fly

not one spot of dirt the airs were brand new

had my pistol knew just what to do

 

followed him very closely behind

waited until it was just the right time

made a left turn on houston pulled out my gun and screamed

GIMME THEM JORDANS. . . and he tried ta run

 

took off fast but didn't get fat

i fired(POW) he fell between two parked cars

he was coughin/cryin/blood dripped on the street

and i snatched them air jordans off a his feet

 

while layin there dyin all he could say was

please . . . don't take my air jordans away. . .

you think he'd be worried about stayin alive

as i took off with the jordans there were tears in his eyes

 

the very next day i bopped into school

with my brand new jordans man was i cool

i killed to get them but hey. . . i didn't care

cuz now. . .i needs a new jacket to wear

 

 

 

hal sirowitz I FINALLY MANAGED TO SPEAK TO HER

 

She was sitting across from me

on the bus. I said, "The trees

look so much greener in this part

of the country. In New York City

everything looks so drab." She said,

"It looks the same to me. Show me

a tree that's different." "That one,"

I said. "Which one?" she said.

"It's too late," I said. "We already

passed it." "When you find another one,"

she said, "let me know." ANd then

she went back to reading her book.

 

jeff wright COURT APPEARANCE

 

Do you speak English?

You are charged with stripping

an abandoned vehicle.

That is a misdemeanor.

It is a crime.

The vultures will have your liver.

If you plead guilty

I'll charge you with a violation

That is not a crime.

Do you understand?

 

nicole breedlove "THERE MUST BE A CONSPIRACY''

 

There must be a conspiracy

Against the Black Man

Because what's being done

To the Black Woman

Has never been kept

A secret!

 

hal sirowitz DEFORMED FINGER

 

Don't stick your finger in the ketchup bottle,

Mother said. It might get stuck, &

then you'll have to wait for your father

to get home to pull it out. He

won't be happy to find a dirty fingernail

squirming in the ketchup that he's going to use

on his hamburger. He'll yank it out so hard

that for the rest of your life you won't

be able to wear a ring on that finger.

And if you ever get a girlfriend, &

you hold hands, she's bound to ask you

why one of your fingers is deformed,

& you'll be obligated to tell her how

you didn't listen to your mother, &

insisted on playing with the ketchup bottle,

& she'll get to thinking, he probably won't

listen to me either, & she'll push your hand away.

 

not necassarily my faves but def. ones i like alot

[bathoræ]

Song For a Red Nightgown

 

No. Not really red,

but the color of a rose when it bleeds.

It's a lost flamingo,

called somewhere Schiaparelli Pink

but not meaning pink, but blood and

those candy store cinnamon hearts.

It moves like capes in the unflawed

villages in Spain. Meaning a fire

layer and underneath, like a petal,

a sheath of pink, clean as stone.

 

So I mean a nightgown of two colors

and of two layers that float from

the shoulders across every zone.

For years the moth has longed for them

but these colors are bounded by silence

and animals, half hidden but browsing.

One could think of feathers and

not know it all. One could

imagine the cloth of a bee and

touch its hair and come close.

 

The bed is ravaged by such

sweet sights. The girl is.

The girl drifts up out of

her nightgown and its color.

Her wings are fastened onto

her shoulders like bandages.

The butterfly owns her now.

It covers her and her wounds.

She is not terrified of

begonias or telegrams but

surely this nightgown girl,

this awesome flyer, has not seen

how the moon floats through her

and in between.

 

-Anne Sexton, from Love Poems

 

{Like Robert Lowell, Sylvia Plath, W. D. Snodgrass (who exerted a great influence on her work), and other "confessional" poets, Sexton offers the reader an intimate view of the emotional anguish that characterized her life. She made the experience of being a woman a central issue in her poetry, and though she endured criticism for bringing subjects such as menstruation, abortion, and drug addiction into her work, her skill as a poet transcended the controversy over her subject matter.}

[KillYourselfToLive]

this thread is absolutely ridiculous.

[Kr430n5_666]

[SWIMS]

Rumi-

Drunks fear the police,

but the police are drunk too.

 

People in this town love them both

like different chess pieces.

[John Birch]

There once was a girl from Nantucket

whose pussy was big as a bucket

I put my dick in

and said with a grin

I'm gonna need a fence post to fuck it

[mackfatsoe]

I mean, you know

I wake up in the morning

and I be hearing this voice like

"ayo Juelz you that nigga man

I dont know why you aint up there

with the rest of these niggas man whats up?"

and I just smerk and I reply like

It takes a little bit longer to get something

thats so far ahead.

 

It's like everytime the wind blow I get goosebumps

and I'm the future.

 

-LaRon James

[test pattern]

yeats and byron are awesome

 

i dunno, this is like a "post your favorite song" thread or something. favorites are dumb

[John Birch]

anyone know this one?

 

 

"sports crewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww boy-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

whatSSSSSSSSS UPP?

taking lunch money boyeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Whats UPPP???!!??

[26SidedCube]

each man must realize

that it can all disappear very

quickly:

the cat, the woman, the job,

the front tire,

the bed, the walls, the

room; all our necessities

including love,

rest on foundations of sand -

and any given cause,

no matter how unrelated:

the death of a boy in Hong Kong

or a blizzard in Omaha ...

can serve as your undoing.

all your chinaware crashing to the

kitchen floor, your girl will enter

and you'll be standing, drunk,

in the center of it and she'll ask:

my god, what's the matter?

and you'll answer: I don't know,

I don't know ...

 

-C. Bukowski (the only 'poetry' I'll touch)

[dumy]

we pourin' purple stuff

we blowin' purble stuff

we glowin from wrist up...

 

-Slim Thug

[Gunm]

KAWS loves money

Like Winnie the Poo does honey

Gouge my paycheck for that bathing ape

poor Lens, a victim of consumer rape

[shaolinmasta]

Girls lookin' hot wearin' nothin' but bikini's, Ice, Ice baby

 

- Vanilla Ice.

[casekonly]

NOTES FROM MY GOLDEN YEARS

 

 

school bus

hard on

school bus

hard on

 

every day

same thing

 

school bus

hard on