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Poetic T Apr 19
Pack it up, pack it in
don't throw my bolts there creating a din.
I won't ever battle you, that would be a sin.
Never will I stack up,
              cos you just  knocked me down again.

Trying to act higher,
            with you and your godly crew.

  But I'm the lord of the dead,
             come on get your tombs up,
I raise the dead, can I have some hands up.

I have two minions, no there not yellow.

Pain is his name.
             Getting splinters in your **** cheek,
stubbing your toe once again,
                                 jump around, jump around
                         his confusion will get you down.
    
           Then we panic,
                  who likes a bit of disco.
   But he'll move your keys
just so you jump around, jump around
                           lateness is his merry go round.

I'll serve you up on the river of sticks,
           If your coins ain't legit,
   Throwing your cheap **** off the boat.
You get a special place for being tight-****** ..

   I've got more schemes, than any other villain,
copyrighted some cos others trying to steal um..

Tried to get Hercules on my side, but he was a
       goody, goody, with piercing blue eyes..
   I tried to ride his horse but it threw me off,
            Slightly embarrassed by blue hair went off..

Yes I 'm bald and I wear a flaming  blue wig,
but I'm a millennia old, and no sunlight down here.

You think Zeus locks are real,
        More like Clouds that with a deceitful blow,
have his head looking  like a shiny chrome dome .

My name is Hades and I'm king of the underworld,
                                           I'll  never rise to the top,
    But I'll see you on the other side,  enjoy it up top.
Da-te Day tell but not for ⛵ did you read about esther this easter? It's a real feaster touch down cap and gown for Je-Di's with a Master degree only then Yo-Da set you free. Mmm Free In-Deed.
Poetic T Feb 25
We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
                                              letting go, fact.

We see the youngens, they little bait,
but once we hooked them,they'll be
piranha's in our tank, stripping the
dignity from out of your
                        voice in 20 seconds flat.  

We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
                                              letting go, fact.

We strung up your boys, gasping for air.
But once we got our hooks on you
                               were gutting you easy.
But not before we get what we need from
                                                     your pleads.

We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
                                              letting go, fact.

Look little fish you in a tank of sharks,
we grin our grills gravestones of  what you
                   see last before your dispatched.  
But don't you worry there are plenty to keep
you company down there, you ain't the first
                             and you ain't going to be the last.

We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
                                              letting go, fact.

We got nicknamed the fisherman, we sail into
your town catching what ever we want.
        We don't scrap the sea floor hoping
for a catch. We fish for the real deal.
  Disillusioned of the fish bowl they swimming in.

We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
                                              letting go, fact.

Making it even easier to catch, to turn them from
                neighbourhood trash to one of our sharks.
showing other that once we got you hooked,
the only way you leaving is dead floating at the
bottom of the tank.

                We coming to your postcode.

We got your crew like you were an
easy catch, cos once we got our
hooks in your postcode we ain't
                                              letting go, fact.
Poetic T Feb 8
You were coming at me like you
                               got crew.
But you all boys, not men you
              pretend to be.

More like a baby sitting club,
         sitting watching Sesame Street.



Well I got crew,

and guess what,
             there counting down


on you and your
                                                               boys.


One dead, two dead, three and four,
    you still bad mouthing us... guess what
                        we got more finger to count more.

5,6,7,8 more crew sleeping in the morgue..

Guess what you ain't got no crew no more.

You the big yellow bird squawking like you got
     room in your cage, but my boys caught you.

Now we plucked that attitude from your feathers,
                  I don't hear disrespect  just tears that fall.

I'm the cookie monster and I'm all street,
                     I'll eat up your neighbourhood
and you you'll be selling crumb's on the
corner for me.


         I'm the monster that your mum
said would be scaring you.
A Simillacrum Apr 2019
Circus Who Cares
arrives by night, places
fliers in torchlight.

Circus Some ****
riding train. Look
where graffiti is facing.

It's true, tracks can divide.
John Hughes marketed lies.
It's true, it's difficult --

But in this cult, none of us
wants to be you.
F < |< 666
TATTOOED

She appear Juicy,
Delicious Must be Her Pink *****,

I am Loving her, I am Liking her,
I Already Feel Like I am Licking her,
I Picture Myself Cracking her,

I Mean On Bed So Bad... .. . [•]  

She has a *****, Body... For Years like she has been craving for it Four Years, I am sure the day she Left, Her ex was in Tears,

because Of Her Warm Heart and beauty that Pierce Like Spears, and She is Steamy Like That Beef From Steers,

Should I go on in her Life? Or wait till the dust of her Previous Relationship Clears,

She has an Electronic Scent just like a ***** ready to mate, When I look at her image, it Stays Up Till Quarter to Nine, at Night, so Bright is her appearance, Curvey is her Body, She also appear Godly, I want her Badly, Madly and Sadly,

She is tattooed allover her Body, you can easily tell, She is a Freak, but to judge, You never know, I might be Quick,

Unbelievable is the way she make me Feel, She make me want to Kneel, Send her a Picture On My Knees Holding a Golden Diamond Ring,

She is a woman I wish She Could Break the Spring of my Single Bed, because I have a wish to make Love to her until my white blankets are Red, if she has it or not I am NOT afraid,

I am tired, of looking at her pictures, paralyzed like I am nothing, with a wish to give her something so pure like the love of Christ,
She is the type to get wet for days, I just wish we could lay together on bed and blaze, as I gaze at it ready to **** it, peel it and lick it when it starts to drip, her beauty held me with a strange grip, can't even believe the way it pulls me closer, its like my life is about to be over, because I would give my all to her, if this whole imagination thing works out,

I always work out, because when I have her that night I want us to burn out, ignite the forces of our newly found love, Given by the one from above, The moment I looked at her I was set free like a dove, Now I am attached to her tight like a glove,  

I like the fact that she has tattoos, freaky you can see her, the type that knows how to choose, now I have a wish to walk with her in these shoes, The way this whole thing goes, only God knows, How her love wind blows, it might be deadly or friendly, because this type of a woman possesses some sort of super natural powers that I call Black Girl Magic,

Her body is on point, worth more than one point,

I am Liking and Loving her, wish to smell and touch her hair, she seem fair, I have got no fear but a wish to get near, Fall in Love and get out of here, When she read this I hope its my Voice That She hear.
Dedicated to my special perfectionist everyday lady crush Phomolo Dineo Seshohli.
megacreative poetry crew personified by poetic devices (we the best exploring poetry industry) Words that doesn't sound strange to any ear, words that can be called one poem heals all.
Listen to these words made from punchlines and their cousins figure of speeches immaturity fall.
Blessed are the ones listening to the poem written by the hands that got the touch of the situation.
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices) Rocking back n fourth whining side to side into the bigger picture of literature as big as the important use of rhymes in a poem brews and cooks magic.
The magic that is the ear bud to your ears.
The magic that is infused with words that are born from soothing figure of speeches that's their mothers.
We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
As it will move you it doesn't hurt to dream of being on a cover page of Forbes.
Ofcourse, morden men doesn't shove wives with chores.
With words, the mind and soul resasitation.
Holding the mic to melt the written punchlines on the blessed pages, you got to love such situation.
Wisdom shows up just as we throw words on the white surface with red lines like a sangoma throwing bones on a mat created through tradition.
For us write words that unlocks wisdom to your mind that's as entertaining as theatre.
Poetry is alive in us.
Water it, ignoring such soothing words into your soul it will be as peace destroying as a witch.
Just as we play around the pages with a pen its the first stage to one's life changing, but as we spit words Personified by poetic devices Rocking back n fourth , whining side to side one is healed. Megacreative Poetry Crew  (personified by poetic devices)
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UP ON A CHASE by PHOLOHANA SELLO VINCENT  (PHOZI POETIC SKINNY BAE)
Right in Front of Realty's Face, I Vanish With Speed Leaving Behind No Vivid Trace, Just to ace, Whatever Task is Handed, The way I Do it, You Might Bet The Suspect is Apprehended,
I act Like a Cop, Whenever Tasked With a Task, I unveil My Mask, "JUST DO IT" and Don't ask, With Passion, I am NOT in Fashion But WINNING is my Style, Haven't Tasted That Drug For a While, it Looks Like Now My Losses Want To Pile,
I Am Out, Up, and Back On a Chase in This Death Race, With a Wish to Catch a Bigger Fish, With my Bare Hands, Still Friendly and Alone, with NO Friends, With a Sole Vision to Catch Up With My Dreams Near Success Streams so That I can Drown in Them And Come Back Through The Process Of Rebirth On Earth To Take What is Rightfully Mine, as if I Mine!!!
I am in This Vicious Chase, On a Come Back, To Climb The Steep, Live With NO Sleep Just to Keep My Promise, That I Will Win At The End, Even Though I Am Making a Mend, Reconciling My Old Habit With The New, In Order To Eliminate Problems Until They Are Few,
On The Chase, Allover Reality's Face, Vanishing Leaving No Trace, With A Sole Wish To Get That Trophy, To Get That Emblem, And Not Be The One To Blame When **** Bounce Back After Hitting The Fan, I Am Out Here During The Day in The Darkness Of Life, Walking Tall Like a Highness, Exercising My Kindness To Get Nearer To The Money So I Can Spend Wisely,
With A Sole Wish To Feed And Look After The Hungry, I Am Not Angry I Have Got Happiness Overflowing, Oozing Out Of Me, Because I Know, That I Am Ready To Take This, Break This And Watch This, as I Climb The Ladder Of Success On The Chase, With No Case, Clean Like A Baby Born Yesterday, With A Sole Wish To Conquer Whenever I Get There,
I Am Up, On a Chase... .. .
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• I TRY • by Phozip Poetic Skinny Bae (Pholohana Sello Vincent)

Though she always cry,
wishing she had wings to fly,

ASKING: "Why She Never Took a Chance To Try"

She Won't See The Brighter Side of Life, Even With a Knife To Cut Open,

I Wonder, as I also Ponder,
How?, She Has Distanced Far, NOT Yonder.

She has Plenty of Sad Emotions Like Coins, to Squander,

Always Sad, Mixing her Present, With The Past...

Not Knowing to Arrive Safe is to Move Slow: Her Pace was Fast,

Her Beauty Was Once Shining Like a Valuable Metal, Today it is ***** With Rust,

From The Inside To The Crust.

Possessed Like Emily Rose of the Cast,
She Never Been Happy Since her Mother Gave Birth,

Aforementioned Became Her Aftermath:

Then, she Took a Wrong Path.

Her Heart Boils With Fear,
She Has No Reason To Cheer,
Asking Herself, Why? She is Here,

Her Eye is always Wet Early in The Morning With a Sad Tear,

Difficult for her, is to Handle Pressure Like a Spear; and Bear, and Be her... -self,

She Screams, There is a Giant Hand inside Her Heart; That Tear.

She dreams, There is a Long Stick inside her brain that steer.

I try, to bring her back to reality.

I tried, to make her touch tranquility.

Not to allow, herself to be pulled down by gravity.

Little did I know, she lacks that ability,

in fact, she does not possess that capability.

She is a sad little girl...

Easy is to hear her personal problems, they make noise like a bell,

confined her like a cell,

Not knowing whether she will see the future in this kind of nature,

Looking at her Life spine fracture,

Her new look with a humiliating structure,

It is human nature, where Problems nurture,
No one is better, even when with that valuable, legal paper,

She cries out loud, with a wish to live like those she see on screen,
Bound on both her ankles' by dreams she is unable to acquire,

I try to help her, so that her dreams do not expire,
Her whole life is like living inside the fire.

She does not know the meaning of Happy.
Dedicated to my heartfelt heartbae Princess charming queen adorable Bae Phomolo Seshohli
Megan Parson Nov 2018
Do eerie screeches startle you at night?
Or screaming banshees, your worst fear highlight?
Sudden rumbling on a rusted line,
Flashing lights that freeze your spine!

A full Moon on a motionless sky,
Tis when steam engines haunt nigh.
Departed, are its crew & passengers,
A grandma, wearing her dentures.

Chubby children waving goodbyes,
Fixed with icy cold eyes.
Stuck in speeding time,
Urging me to write this rhyme.

Waiting for that day,
When the bogies no longer sway.
...Written during a train journey...
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