Dam I need a blunt,
can't put up with this cunt,
I'm fealin a new person
My heart just feals like cursin...
I've bin hear,
in this new home,
sober a new rome,
If i had my shear bong
you'd sure would hear a cheer song.
I'd feal you out so happy,
have my words churned out to sappy?.
I'm way out,
I'm not burned,
I get it I sure learned
far out mars rover,
spot me out like your'e lucky clover,
out in a big croud
I'm rare like a drout cloud,
like I said,
I miss my bed,
eatin all day,
freakin all may,
Give it a doobie a precious fuckin ruby
Not lit Not fit
How bout a bubble and a bowl,?
no trouble nore parol,
you know i'm slick won't get in no shit,
just help a nigga out and blow me a hit.
I love my jane we plan to mary
when she's gone my world gets scary..
So be it if i'm sketchy,
I'm posted monalisa ,
see me on the wall,
touch me and I'll fall,
trust I see it all,
you walk right out the door and leave me on this floor,
I've seen it as it's low thats why I tend to flow,
Best of what I know is what minds like to show..
don't come back that lock is latched,
holdin steady bit attatched,
I need a hook to hold me steady.
some one strong that will be ready,
I want to be able to have my words flow from my brain to the paper,
to have the pencil write freely. Running along side the lines,
creating worlds of the unexplained,
but for now I will have to settle for mediocre.
But one day, while I am engulfed in my ocean of thoughts
I will make a masterpiece.
Something that will be in books,
that people study from centuries from now.
They will question:
What is the theme of this poem?
How is this accomplished?
Theses students will deconstruct the poem,
to only find there is not meaning.
My vulnerable poem will lay there hanging,
with its blood spilled around.
Gasping for air, to tell them that they misunderstood.
Then it will dawn on them...
The poem was only meant to be enjoyed.
But it will be to late.
It will no longer hold the wonder it once held.
Tribute to Lee Rigby
Now we all know your name!
All so sad.
Taken so cruelly!
We cannot fix,
I sit on my bed,
Hurts so much the tears flow,
Can never know nor comprehend...the cards that you were dealt,
The only thing I offer you is condolences,
You family speak your wife so sweet,
God Bless You Honey,
REST IN PEACE!
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
The words are stretched
Over a long, nasal pitch.
Eyes swimming in tears
At the ready to stream down.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme...
But it is not given
And the flood is unleashed
The mouth stretches wide
To release another cry
And it is again pondered
When sleep will be gotten this night
But it is not
Not that it matters
As the snot has already begun to flow
Just as profusely as the tears
Why a toddler?
What was I thinking?
It seems she'll never
Ever stop whining
The warehouse of my mind is empty.
Muted blues, like a Miles Davis groove,
begin to fill the dusky expanse.
Deep purples, plums and cherries,
a hint of vermilion,
all flow down onto the floor of my consciousness.
The colors, each separated from the other,
swirl and drain into a wormhole that has formed
in the floor.
My consciousness follows.
I enter a place filled with bicycles, skateboards,
fireflies, honeysuckle, super heroes and pets.
Scenery flashes by in rapid-fire succession like trees
on the side of the side of the road when I was a little
kid with my head hanging out of the car window
until my mom yelled at me to put my head back in
the car, were it belonged.
Either you care
And want the attention
Or you don’t care
Not minding the attention
Which of the two
Because out of the blue
I’m thinking of you
And are you really all you seem
Or are you ripping at the seams?
What seems to me is that this scene
It’s not all that serene
I’m sorry to say
But too much do you play
When time is on your hands
You sit back and dodge commands
Letting creativity flow
You don’t say it’s much
You still keep in touch
With the child inside
Keeping its pride
Of jokes and random lines
That are more tangled than vines
Keep Jane and Tarzan out of this
Grow up and keep your bliss
See who ends up with the kiss on their lips
But your mind is on one of its trips
Brain got the bocas spitting more rhymes than dimes
Because Daniel Dumile is always on time
Keeping you elaborating
On the floor with spastic hasting
Writing and typing, free flow optimize
With a dead look in your eyes
You know it’s on some other level shit
When all you think about is how to spit
These lines with the time that you spare
Because either you care
And want the attention
Or you don’t care
Not minding the attention.
You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moments in time
and futures unknown
One hears the sound of pure water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.
Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
surfing over thresholds,
and teasing the boundaries of time.
Just as you gracefully ebb
from your story's past,
and aspire to freely climb.
Its beat rises to meet our ways of being
a its tempo jumps deep to be fully present.
Just as your gifts to us become more fluent,
your love of life becomes your servant.
Its clear and abundant tone sings
Just as your voice shares its
The song takes its time to bring us through,
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
One of the topics that broached while in class was…Is Rap Poetry…I simply replied yes that it is in fact poetry and that I ‘am a poet there was a quick reply quite loudly stated that no it is not, as to this response I was baffled as to why students firmly believed that Rap is not poetry. Hence the debate
Debate: Is Rapping Poetry
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Rapping (also known as emceeing MCing, spitting bars or rhyming) refers to "spoken or chanted rhyming lyrics". The art form can be broken down into different components, where it is separated into “content”, “flow” (rhythm and rhyme), and “delivery”. Rapping is distinct from spoken word poetry in that it is performed in time to a beat.
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This particular information was obtained from the world renowned site Wikipedia under the title Rapping, so the quote rhythm and rhyme are associated with what is commonly known as Rapping.
It has been a fascinating eye opener for me to write this particular piece in regards to the origins of both rap and poetry…both types of oral communication through which we like to convey to the audience in a lyrical format that all can understand and appreciate. So Rakim and Big Daddy Kane agree upon the fact that rhyme is often thought to be the most important factor of rap writing…rhyme is what gives rap lyrics their musicality.
These men are well known Rappers in their own right and have written a book simply called ‘How to Rap’ It has been noted that rap’s use of rhyme is some of the most advanced in all forms of poetry – music scholar Adam Bradley notes “rap rhymes so much and with such variety that it is now the largest and richest contemporary archive of rhymed words. It has done more than any other art from in recent history to expand rhyme’s formal range and expressive possibilities.
RYHM is in as we all know part of our English which encompasses the use of lyrical words in a format which depending the writer’s expressive writing can either be in Poetry format or lyrical poetry format…and depending on the syllabus and the tone of the writing of poetry or lyrical poetry it can be expressed in song, poetry or rap.
I would like to demonstrate with you my own rhyming of words that I wrote myself to demonstrate this factor.
My Rap Poem
Ryming and Poetry
Yo yo lets Rap it..
Yo yo lets gap it…
Rhyming and Poetry
Don’t diss a poet
Whose passion is words?
What fool told you
That rap aint poem
Aint it a fact
That rap is words
Aint it a fact
That poems is words
So don’t tell me
RAP aint poetry
Take it from a poet
Whose passion is words?
TAKE DAT….WORD OUT
I would also like to quote a poem that was written by a poet and this particular poem became famous not only in the poetry world but world wide
The Rose that Grew from Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
This poem was written by a Mr Tupac Shakur or better known as 2pac, Shakur began his career as a roadie, backup dancer, and MC for the alternative hip hop group Digital Underground, eventually branching off as a solo artist he was also a poet.
Is Rap Poetry or not Poetry
This debate came about when we were in class and my tutor said that Rap is Poetry, Myself and Lee said verbally no it is not. This is why we are having this debate.
Rap is one of the biggest selling music genres today, and many rap artists also consider themselves modern day poets, as do their fans. Whether you prefer poetry over rap or the other way, around there are definitely similarities and differences between both art forms. The main difference is the music. In poetry, a combination of words will create a rhythm such as iambic pentameter, the first word is an unaccented syllable followed by an accented syllable with total of 10 syllables with a total of 10 syllables per line. There is a rhythm to the phrasing of poetry and rapping. The difference is that. The rhythm of rap, works in conjunction to the beat of the music, so although the phrasing can be different, both retain a certain type of rhythm and flow of words.
Although rhyming isn’t always present in rap or poetry, it certainly is common. In some poetry, the words at the end of two consecutive lines will rhyme, or the words at the end of the second or fourth lines. However, some artists will make a variation of rhymes throughout the poem. Rap will also rhyme, but the beats of the music will sometimes dictate the phrasing as well as the placement of the rhyming words.
With poets and rappers, one of the biggest similarities is their desire to convey a message. The content may differ, but the need to evoke an emotion response is the same. It’s typically driven by their view of the world or society and wanting to state their point of view. There is often the use of metaphors within poetry and rap to convey their message and some is written that allows readers or listeners to make their own interpretation.
The most obvious difference in these two artistic styles is that rap is words put to music, and poetry is not. Also, big considerations in rap music are the beats and the groove. In poetry, there is nothing consider but the words and the rhythm and rhyme. However, in rap the importance of the beats can sometimes overshadow the importance of lyrics. Rappers are also sometimes concerned with whether or not people can dance to the song. Chances are you won’t find many poets that are concerned with whether or not their poems will inspire them to dance while reading them.
As an old saying goes listen to the music not the beat, the words feel the pain and emotion it screams listen to their story as in the life you learn from the stories. You gain pain you feel emotion, you get lost in the rap. Know what their dreams and hopes are in the word, as the beat was just the drive like your own heart, different beat, different words, but one heart and one song. I remember a time when music use to relate to what we do, a thing we hope to say to a lover, or a crushing dream, or to be a Casanova knowing that if you could not say a thing in your mind or heart the song could say it for you. One time I remember being so angry at the world, and my family, had dark times my world, writing poetry couldn’t cut it for me, it could explain and yes it rhymes it sounds good, but it always seems to miss its point for me, but one thing remains with me, I time a shared with friends around a few drinks, I heard a song by 2pac about his mama, what he said, really explained what a mother is thinking, this guy knew what I was thinking and how I felt, he knew how to explain his point. I sat their listening to his rap, he said; ‘Aint no women alive that can take my mamas place’. I wondered as I kept listening to his song, I felt we related on a higher level, I can’t explain how this guy can put words in a rap that helped me through a dark time in my life, and Rap as always been a big influence in my life.
It was interesting how the topic ended, and as a poet I still believe in the positive but the opposing team closure had me thinking again but then I realized he has not been exposed to poetry in general…so therefor it was indeed an eye opener for me. The positive was myself the negative was a student of mine Matthew, His last conclusion of the debat was written in his own words, I am very proud of his work and I will as a poet will introduce more works to him as the course grows...I have told them I am a poet...they laughed at me hence the debate... I just had to prove my point and you know me...never step down from any challange...grins...anyone else want to prove to this young man that Rap is Poetry. Negatives 5 votes Postitive 5 votes...that was a surprise in itself.
My students are Matthew, Lee, Samson, Ken and Ngametua.
I would also like to thank Silentwriter for giving me the idea Rythem And Poetry as a heading for my rap thank you sir.
and in a flunk.
I know speaking while inebriated may not be the best idea,
as well as tending to those with gonorrhea .
Sorry it just fit the rhyming scheme,
had not intent to demean .
But sentences seem to flow so clearly,
while under the influence of whiskey.
So I wonder if it really is something I should refrain from.
or an old wives told by doctors to seem fearsome.
Though to think like that your doomed for an early grave.
Liver failure is no grateful save.
So I suppose it's time I give up the delightful sin
before liver failure starts to win.
So farewell jaundice,
despite our fondness.
I'm giving up this clarity
for a new outlook and some moral prosperity.
My idea, if truth be told
Is a thousand lifetimes old.
Yes, I admit I stole it all,
And I'm feeling almost ten feet tall
As each and every blooming day
Good things just seem to flow my way.
They may tend to bark,
But, clever me, I let them know
How quickly I could pack up shop
And move the firm to Mexico.
There the workers strive with dignity
For their fifty cents a day.
There are no lofty paychecks here.
As long as I can have my way.
Our Dental Plan is rather swell,
And my Employees know it oh so well.
A brand new toothbrush every year,
Makes me so misty I could tear.
My thoughtfulness is quite well known,
'Tis great concern that I have shown,
Improving every life I touch
With brand new brooms and mops and such.
And, aye, I truly do my best.
Nothing arrogant or selfish here.
I strive to build up and invest
These words of wisdom, songs of cheer.
A day or two ago I said
Our Company would trudge ahead
Into the dark and deepest sea
That I prefer financially,
In this wise and wicked industry,
The poor will always envy me.
Although I sometimes tend to fire
More people than I ever hire -
And what is it the wealthy seek?
Beyond their power and ambition,
It is nothing more than mere tradition,
To emulate the self-effacing meek.
We do what wealth will always do
When tempted with such a position,
We reinvent ourselves as new,
And play doctor as a politician.
Copyright © 1996 Richard D. Remler
"And I particularly like the whole thing of being boss.
Boss and employee... It's the slave quality that I find