"acapella" poems
Green giants swaying to a calypso melody
Cuban guitars nuance the springtime scenery
Beautiful Wisteria dancers and Dogwood musicians
Latino songbirds delivering ambitious acapella dreamscapes .. Caribbean percussive timbre in pitch perfect three point harmony ..
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
it all feels like disease and i want to strip my bones raw; manic
(sugar rush deity)
what am i to you… what are you to me, aside from endearing silhouettes; pixie
(mumbling shy songs)
in an ocean of violents in bloom we speak artificial prayer; dream
(cloaked in starry-eyed acapella—thats what they think, no?)
i surrender to your clarity and intensity and charm and beauty that my hands are too numb and dull to touch; girl
and then comes wrath: a dewy vileness teetering on the brink of your 9th life
now hell has harnessed my chest, for it is with deep regret and shaky sobs that every opening and crack in my body emits rotten remains of our silent war…
but there are still heartfelts i never mustered up the courage to let go of:
thank you for tip-toeing around broken strings to reach out once more, twice more
thank you for enduring my futile voyages through resentment
thank you for soaking all my insanity in like sunlight and excreting back out a gentle rainfall
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
They are our fathers,
Our freedom fighters,
Our Obama's,
Legends, representing from dangerous eras
Radical views coming through the radio,
Soldiers respond whipping up on Fela
Nelson reaches for freedom,
seducing souls like an acapella
Rebuilding community in a peace concert jamming to Marley
Dim Ojukwu waves the flag, a call to the Biafran army,
The King recites the dream to a million African souls in the rally
Malcolm raises a fist to the world, our time will not be buried.
In the struggle to change the status quo,
The fight to turn the table,
Against odds they were able
Will legends become myths and fable's?
Heroes, villains or rebels?
How they portray them,
Watch closely on the cable
To be number one becomes a dream
But who pulls the puppet dancing on the strings?
the media working on the mind,
Like a snakes charm in a seduction,
Venomous schemes to cover the deception,
Poverty, crime and death with no resurrection
Greed's the genesis of all corruption,
Where is our revolution?
From the birth of the king to his crucifixion.
Love and sacrifice are his religion.
Yet examples like him become outcasts before they realize their vision
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
From a pulsating heart…ecstasy encloses gentle utterances…
Causing your body to collapse inside with butterflies
Desiring a soft sensation of love without pain…
Something gentle evolves…unlearned…a yearning.
The birth of innocent emotions comes anew, and…
With a whispering acapella sounding in the distance,
Charity is melodically voiced proudly…
Aloud…unconditional.
© 2003
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
Hi! This is about music so scroll on if you don't care.
I'm working on my debut album, Drama Kween, and decided to share some of the mini songs that will be in between subject changes throughout the album. They'll have simple instrumentals later on, but for right now are acapella. Give 'em a listen?
To Me
it's on soundcloud.com/iguessimbaileymartin/to-me
lyrics:
"Sometimes I talk to myself, sometimes I sing to myself.
Sometimes I talk about talking and singing to myself,
sometimes I sing about singing and talking to myself.
Sometimes I talk and sing about talking and singing about singing and talking to myself (to myself)."
The Hippie Song
it's on soundcloud.com/iguessimbaileymartin/the-hippie-song
lyrics:
"No one says lice and no one says gay, but your modesty and life you better throw it away,
'cause in a world where the media
replaces scrapbooks
and hearts,
if you're livin' like a hippie they will tear you apart
if you're livin' like a hippie they will tear you apart
if I'm livin' like a hippie they will tear me apart
if I'm livin' like a hippie they will tear me apart
tear me apart
t-t-t-tear me apart!"
Goodbye
it's on soundcloud.com/iguessimbaileymartin/goodbye
lyrics:
"I'm so tired, I'm so tired.
Of feeling I have to cry.
I just wanna lay with you in my bedroom and watch the days go by.
But I'm so tired, tired of feeling shy.
And counting how many tears make up for a year.
Is this hello or goodbye?
Is this hello or goodbye?
I wanna know if this is the last time.
Is this hello or goodbye?
Well it's goodbye! Baby it's goodbye.
I was tired of the games and the pain and the lies so baby it's goodbye.
It's goodbye! Baby it's goodbye.
So I'm gonna rid you of my bedroom and get on with my life.
I'm so tired, I'm so tired.
Not gonna waste my time!
So I'm gonna rid you of my bedroom and get on with my life."
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
warm weathers with a warmer heart:
i stretched out my arms
and embraced her with all i am.
this girl threw an ocean of words,
of images, of emotions, and even of silence at me
over a mango shake, kimchi fishcake,
and a pair of hot matcha lattes.
she challenged me to a doodle dare
when i told her i don't draw humanity,
as much as i wanted to draw her right there on the spot.
let's draw those people on that side of the cafe
ah, a people-watching activity!
just our kind of hobby that immerses us within society
while being in our own little world!
i noticed she draws people first
then the background according to the proportions of the persons;
yes, a people-watcher observing another people-watcher
unlike me who starts off with the walls and furniture of the space.
she drew the ovals for body proportions;
her pencil marks done gently, focused and magnified,
much like how she holds herself up.
thus we were satisfied with unfinished sketches
and incomplete acapella song covers;
and it definitely was a finished day–
complete with her presence,
photographs taken with cameras and our memory's eyes,
inside jokes about boys and talks about life outside.
the sun is getting lower
as the hour hand is getting higher.
Time continues but we paused.
So I'm up for another round with you, Lou.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
You stand up tall,
Up strong,
Alone.
You need no
Horn,
Bass,
Trombone.
You're my love
You're my love
You're my love
You're my love
You're my love
You're my love
(drone).
October 2010
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 1:24 PM UTC
For Eva
To my Goddess, my Femme Fatale,
My Idol, my Love.
You are in my heart forever Eva;
I love you like I love the green stuff.
So don’t give me a hug please, just a loving smile.
We can’t get too close or you might notice and run a mile.
I want my friend Eva for life, for Eva.
So take my peace, love and empathy,
For when I am not with ya.
Gather round, gather round; come and see.
Perfection, Natural Beauty, True Empathy.
The Human Diary, I could always confide in.
Do you have a twin sister?
She could be the woman of my dreams.
She sings like an angel,
She flies high like a butterfly.
She needs to change…nothing. She is fine!
So much love to Eva and the woman I saw today.
She was worth a second look, but I didn’t catch her name.
Thank you Eva for everything and wow!
When I die please sing me a song,
You are most worthy of taking a bow.
Let them see what I see,
When I see you sing.
Acapella, there is none better;
So light one up, but please don’t forget me.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC
I'm a one man army
Running solo cold like the polo
Oh no don't test me ***
**** you slow in a choke hold
Alone droping like a one ton stone
Please check yo mouth
You barking loud?
Leave you dead in the crowd
Like a one hit wonder
Striking down like thunder
Left dead six feet under
So don't mention my name
You can keep all the fame
I'm in the game, with only one aim
To shower down like rain
So everything's getting hit & wet
Now you know what to expect
Shout outz to my nut dweller
Spit you *** out like acapella
Placing you on your knees
Duct tape thick rope no hope
At ease tough mind no sweating
Drilling killing blood spilling
Ripping gripping blood dripping
Torture I introduce my culture
Tie your arms and legs
It's too late to beg
When I'm cutting off both legs
And your arms
They will soon be disarmed
I'm sorry I didn't mean no harm
But I felt threatened
Almost taken, surely mistaken
Keep this in mind
You'll be left behind
What a shameful crime
It's time for coronas & lime
At last, just a thing in the past
I never intended for problems
But it's the only way
I could solve them, toss them
Now I lost them...
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
I have been practicing singing this in acapella.
~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~
rock of ages cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee;
let the water and the blood,
from thy wounded side which flowed,
be of sin the double cure;
save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labors of my hands
can fulfill thy law's demands;
these for sin could not atone,
thou must save,and thou alone.
In my hand no price I bring,
simply to thy cross I cling;
While I draw this fleeting breath,
when mine eyes shall close in death,
when i rise to worlds unknown,
and behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee
~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~
ROCK OF AGES
WORDS: AUGUSTUS TOPLADY, 1775
SUNG BY: ANTRIM MENNONITE CHOIR
VIDEO BY: SE SAMONTE
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Hill and fields people, these,
Gathering in their Sunday best
At a chapel in the valley'd hills
To sing God's praises acapella:
Women, cap'd and apron'd,
Suspendered men in beards,
Children flushed from playing tag
Beneath the shade of dry land trees.
Paper fans wave off the heat;
Down runs the trickled sweat.
Melodious voices keep a beat,
To rhythms time cannot forget.
Gray and cracked old concrete floor,
Crude old splintering stage,
Modern luxury we need no more
To praise the God of Ages.
Four-part harmony
Sung sweet and clear
Fills the chest,
Swells the air,
Relieves the soul
Of earthly care.
These men,
These women,
Raise the paean
Of humbled hearts,
Of thriving souls,
To heaven.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
In that room with a hundred woolen cradles.
In that room with a thousand bright candles.
there were so many little ones sleeping tight.
there was Old Queen singing halfway through the night.
she was sitting on a carpet so magically good.
and then Little King came in barefoot.
10 years old voice of kids' leader joined the tune with his thoughts and his breath and his heart.
and they began dancing slowly on that carpet with silent steps, both knowing acapella by hard.
suddenly he fell asleep in Queen's hands by himself lullabied.
and she'd let him go and so down to the carpet he'd slide.
and she left the room silent leaving children and Little King alone.
As the full moon was yet to be lullabied, Old Queen was gone.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
Music without instrument,
Just a band of choirs with
Mellifluous voices,
Up in the stage very
Tantalizing,
Taking millions attention,
As I myself couldn’t get enough.
Her beauty is like ACAPELLA,
Beauty without any cosmetic,
I hope this pale blue eyes would
Not blind me,
Cause this beauty is really a rare gem.
Tell the sun to go on vacation,
Cause I found her replica,
The beauty no wealth can buy,
That, that no king can place embargo on,
This beauty no poet can describe, hence
Making the poet lose his rhythm,
No artist can paint,
Photographer’s camera in protest.
The beauty no tears can dare,
Pure beauty that will make lose your appetite,
Your beauty without make up,
This indeed is a rare gem,
To her who never notice me,
And I never asked her name..
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
I made a playlist the other week
It bleeds with the sound of us
All those songs you loved
Whether I liked them or not
I listen to them every night
Crying myself to sleep through this pain
Anyone would think I'm crazy
To keep doing this to myself
But the songs echo in my brain
Whether they play out loud or not
And I shouldn't get to live freely
After hurting you so badly
So I'll slowly **** myself with this sadness
And the physical pain of this heartbreak
My chest aches
And my lungs scream
These sobs choke every last breath
And the sounds send me away
Lost in the memories of us:
Driving in your car across the bridge listening to the Killers
Up in your town for Christmas vibing to Grace VanderWaal
Singing different parts to the acapella beauty of Pentatonix
Rocking along to the song we said we'd sing at our wedding
I'm afraid that I can't face life without you
I'm afraid of myself
And I'm afraid for it to snow
Because then the memories won't be just in my head
You'll be everywhere
More than you already are
And I could be dead.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
love is carrot launching off the third floor balcony
replacing underwear with oranges
sitting in a circle ten wide playing Mafia
dancing to Steely Dan in the kitchen
pool rafts and cousins and DCOMs
father’s day watching golf on TV with oldies music dance parties
everything but the kitchen sink trail mixes
popsicle parties and two different colors of eye shadow
photoshoots with best friends and “Elephant” on vinyl
secret sharing with sisters on bunk beds
your best friend writing you a poem called “Sail On Silver Girl”
dancing to “Round Here” in the living room when dad came home
matching t shirts and coming home
barefoot drinking black coffee with the windows open
October air and the smell of apples with a hint of cinnamon
singing “rivers and roads” by the fire on the beach with the fireworks
your dad’s friends handing you beers because their own daughters wont drink them
holding hands with somebody you’ve never met before at church
tri-state Netflix movie nights
your grandpa noticing that your eye makeup is different
hearing “poor man’s son” live and acapella
the movie Fired Up and how it never gets old
love is the sound of laughter and never saying uncle .
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
What should a poem be?
Should it be about love?
Should it be about hate?
Should it be about how your love found a lover and you learned to hate him or her?
Should it be a story based on facts?
Should it be fictional all made up?
Read a poem today bout the unheard offs.
Those that are unliked as a three leaf clover.
The ones with no luck
trapped in the web of hello poetry
Were they get no love, no likes, no repost... Is alright.
That's me, a noble man a no..body.
And I thank you
But never again right for me
I say it out of love not hate... Truly
Your words hit big like the empire state but,
What should a poem be?
Love, hate,
Factual, fictional,
Etc, etc,
All the above
Though it should never be about fame, or will I trend today.
Is how you you control your emotions
Whether you put yourself down
Or you gloat
This is spoken words
Best heard acapella
I use to wear a sky mask
And dark shades
My stage name anonymous
Till my first love kissed me for the first time one night like
Jane did to spider man
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
Check the perstat
Rhyming attack
Mystery solver Kojack
Jump up
Watch you get slapped back
Welcome to my terror dome
So don't get caught roaming
Alone
Stats like Jordan Clout like Jackson
Ask any ?
They know I'm.packing
More heat than the Sahara Desert
The rap grand wizard
Rhymes chillin' as a blizzard
Ya ain't worth a single
**** ya pops should have pulled out early
Ya must been born prematurely
I can tell by the scent of ya perfume
Its the ***** in you common sense
I see you getting intense
Ya furious got ya delirious
Ya wanna be us but ya can't trust
I bust more raps than shots
In a western
classic asiatic dramatic
Cause static like Dinero
Put that on my nino
Got gangsters who hang in Fresno
Califas
Got the baddest chickas
Rukas killers to drug dealers
Who roll blackwoods and drive benzo
High dollar rolls
1000s of cnotes the black Shappiro
Keep ya marked like Zorro
One luv to my barrio
Break bricks like Mario Luigi
Who can see me?
If I'm always ghost ya Mary I'm.scary
Say my name three times
I bust more rounds than ***** Harry
Cemetery
Is where many flaks rest on try a be the Don
I'm the true reigning champion
Don't rock timbs know the ledge like rakim
I turn crowds helter skelter
Fear smelt ya
Drop the beat I can rock it
Acapella
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
A vine
A wanting, loving vine
is buried deep inside
The way the vine curls
Depends on the day
Sometimes towards the bright disk of eternity
Other times to the enchanting dusk
Once a day
I let it free
The vine wraps a soothing embrace
Around my soul
As my cords vibrate
Forming a sweet vibrato
A solemn alto
A clear soprano
Acapella
To nothing but my own head
Experimenting
Finding my sound
The vine finding its crutch
Trying to climb its way
To the top
But still unrecognized
And hidden
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
would you like to make love tonight
underneath the coolness of blue city lights
in the warmness of this dark room
where i might only kiss
you
till our lips can’t tell the kisser from the kiss
& our tounges entangle to become one
like the time all we did was kiss
here
we could begin to make love
would you like to make love tonight
while dizzy’s band plays the blues
you could hear it
& play a melody of your own
with me in the warmness of this dark room
where i wanna make love
with you
darling give me your hands
place yourself inside my melody
till music flows from it
like running water & i
drown you with tunes so sweet
you sing my name
acapella
tell me
would you like to make love tonight
by the flicker of a candlelit flame
& have our shadows dance together
across the room
until we come
faster than the A train back to harlem
you know
ellington never played music
as sweet as mine
can you hear it?
wouldn’t you like to?
i’m playing it for you.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
mysterious lover hidden in the darkness , with that sad look on your face that I remember when I think of you.
beautiful lies said to each other to become closer.
when was the last time you danced acapella .
dark rose im taken by your essence, its amazing how you continue to pull me in with strings of deception but the illusion is making me want the honest you.
I cant give up on us, I have tried and I just keep coming back for you.
why do I call you dark rose, its because you been beaten by love drained from trusting and left with sad images that you cant seem to let go of.
dark rose you re still a rose to me .
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
I didn't know you hated me so much
I mean if you didn't hate me you would't do this to me
Smiling that way that makes my heart drop
Laughing in that way that makes my stomach knot
Talking in that way that make my heart stop
You're taking my breath away and it's getting hard to get it back
I'm wishing for your shiny glow
But the night's completely black
My vision's blurry with tears
But the problem is that they're not from sadness
I don't know what they're from
I think I'm just afraid of the unknown
Unknown are these feelings you're causing me
Unknown is the tic toc from your watch
I hadn't really noticed before
The tic toc from your watch
It's so annoying
All it does it remind me that you're next to me,
but I can't listen to you pretty voice
I get this flutter my stomach every time you say my name
It sounds so sweet coming from your lips while I look at your face
It's almost like a melody
But I get so weird when you play that note
And I'm already sick of your acapella song
If you're not gonna be mine, please stop
I really can't take this anymore
It's past midnight and all I can think about is your stupid smile
I can't sleep at all
Just leave my mind alone
Leave my heart
Leave my mind
Leave this city or just hide
I can't see your face anymore because I fall harder each time
And I can't try to make you mine
you're never gonna love me, so why waste my time?
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Sing another song
My acapella princess
Sing me into sleep.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
I've been doing lotsa reflections, now that's all I see.
Reflection of you in every window, in every still water.
So I took my knife out, stabbed your neck times 43.
But I'm not guilt- free, I still cry each time it's over.
I suppressed my conscience, as the devil laughed heartily.
With a cane in hand, twirling, tap dancing on my shoulder.
The angel is all quiet cause she is bound and gagged.
My system is down, cause this angel deserved to die.
Covered in dirt, blood, her body is found and bagged.
I cannot lie, but I'm glad that she can no longer fly.
**** colours, cause the world is just brown and black.
I begged the devil to plunge his pitchfork into my eyes.
I hear better than Murdoch now, even when that pin drops.
I hear the demons singing in my heart, acapella hiphop.
Symphony echoing off the emptiness of my chest.
Succubus ****** my happiness, I'm feeling lifeless
In a sea of despair, I'm just floating on my life-vest.
So with the same knife that I stabbed you, I stabbed me.
4 times in the lungs, so air rushed out, blood rushed in.
3 in the abdomen, slashed an artery, so I'm bleeding badly.
Asphyxiating in my own **** blood, I began gaspin'.
I can't believe, in my final moments,
with my eyes blind, it's still you that I see.
****
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC