"funkadelic" poems - Hello Poetry

i was in a terrible accident one of those classic floor waxing accidents scarred my face FOR LIFE i cant fill out my mustache anymore my right side near the corner of my mouth BARREN then there was that other one terrible accident folding clothes this time SCARRED FOR LIFE standing over a table repetitive motions each and every arch absent DEFLATED oh god remember that one scarred for life accident etched in ORGANIZING RECORDS the shelf collapsed the knick knacks from the top shelf cracked Funkadelic NO MORE FUNK and while i lament ****** stache flat feet broken record real things happen like that zit between my eyes overgrown shrubs 1080p overheated i mean things REAL people care about

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May 15, 2013

May 15, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC

allan-jain-bonder

terrible accident

i was in a terrible accident one of those classic floor waxing accidents scarred my face FOR LIFE i cant fill out my mustache anymore my right side near the corner of my mouth BARREN then there was that other one terrible accident folding clothes this time SCARRED FOR LIFE standing over a table repetitive motions each and every arch absent DEFLATED oh god remember that one scarred for life accident etched in ORGANIZING RECORDS the shelf collapsed the knick knacks from the top shelf cracked Funkadelic NO MORE FUNK and while i lament ****** stache flat feet broken record real things happen like that zit between my eyes overgrown shrubs 1080p overheated i mean things REAL people care about

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Too revolutionary for this square planet Mind's body too curvaceous to fit within this world's average fabric Man cannot live on bread alone so I added wisdom and knowledge to my dinner got fat in vocab to make the element of eloquent expression effortless and clearer Guard Your Ears! I use my tongue as a weapon to spit rhapsodic rapid rhythms You call it poetry I call it AK-47! The National Guard can't quiet me down just when they think they've surrounded me I morph into sound Not Clark Kent but I change in a booth on 1 Samuel 16:16 become a lyrical musician spitting smooth harp things that King David could not believe I write to be righteous write just to expose the wrong rid men of evil spirits as if all their names were Saul spit melodic strings in stanzas and bars and lull them to calm with my psalms Thunder slower than the light so I let my voice rumble while I speak the truth Phat in delivery but humility helps me float above stupidity this creative remedy way more healing than chicken soup! Uncle always said I had green hair and wasn't nothin' wrong with it Ain't nothin' in this world I'd rather be than eccentric stylistic funkadelic complex yet simplistic exquisite efficient effervescent arT-Tastic aRT-DICUlous ART-RAGEOUS FREE & UNLIMITED!

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Feb 9, 2010

Feb 9, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

FREE/ UNLIMITED

Too revolutionary for this square planet Mind's body too curvaceous to fit within this world's average fabric Man cannot live on bread alone so I added wisdom and knowledge to my dinner got fat in vocab to make the element of eloquent expression effortless and clearer Guard Your Ears! I use my tongue as a weapon to spit rhapsodic rapid rhythms You call it poetry I call it AK-47! The National Guard can't quiet me down just when they think they've surrounded me I morph into sound Not Clark Kent but I change in a booth on 1 Samuel 16:16 become a lyrical musician spitting smooth harp things that King David could not believe I write to be righteous write just to expose the wrong rid men of evil spirits as if all their names were Saul spit melodic strings in stanzas and bars and lull them to calm with my psalms Thunder slower than the light so I let my voice rumble while I speak the truth Phat in delivery but humility helps me float above stupidity this creative remedy way more healing than chicken soup! Uncle always said I had green hair and wasn't nothin' wrong with it Ain't nothin' in this world I'd rather be than eccentric stylistic funkadelic complex yet simplistic exquisite efficient effervescent arT-Tastic aRT-DICUlous ART-RAGEOUS FREE & UNLIMITED!

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"It's good to have a schedule, 'cause then you'll have at least pseudo-legitimate excuses not to do things you want to do even less than what's scheduled. It can also be nice to have a regular rhythm in Life other than your heartbeat and breathing, which, if you're like me, go overlooked enough as it is." "If I need more rhythm in my life, I play drums." "You fancy yourself a percussionist too, eh? Well, for a fellow clock, you're pretty **** sharp! What the hell you talkin' to me for? You got it already." "Just finish tuning that guitar already. 'Open Z minor,' right?" "It's 'drop go-fuck-yourself,' actually. Your mom's favorite." "Funny, your mom loves it when I bang with my eyes closed." "Alright, both of you: shut it before I leave both of your moms beggin' for more. After last time, they sure as **** know we bassists go deeper." "As the frontman and vocalist, all I have to say is that worthy ladies appreciate the guys who are confident and good with their mouths, so y'alls gotta be sure to get in on those backup vocals! Also, before I forget: please ask your moms about my Funkadelic records. When things have gotten a little too freaky, I tend to be in a hurry. Whips, latex, chains, ******* ball-gags, belts, oils, sandpaper, rubbing alcohol, vinyl, blowtorches, candles, wine.. you know how it is: it can be hard to remember everything you leave in the locker at the end of a long day at the gym!" "Hah, I'm sure. But, like I was saying.. we need to schedule more gigs." "I already scheduled some more with your m-" "I know. She told me."

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

A Monk, on Schedules

"It's good to have a schedule, 'cause then you'll have at least pseudo-legitimate excuses not to do things you want to do even less than what's scheduled. It can also be nice to have a regular rhythm in Life other than your heartbeat and breathing, which, if you're like me, go overlooked enough as it is." "If I need more rhythm in my life, I play drums." "You fancy yourself a percussionist too, eh? Well, for a fellow clock, you're pretty **** sharp! What the hell you talkin' to me for? You got it already." "Just finish tuning that guitar already. 'Open Z minor,' right?" "It's 'drop go-fuck-yourself,' actually. Your mom's favorite." "Funny, your mom loves it when I bang with my eyes closed." "Alright, both of you: shut it before I leave both of your moms beggin' for more. After last time, they sure as **** know we bassists go deeper." "As the frontman and vocalist, all I have to say is that worthy ladies appreciate the guys who are confident and good with their mouths, so y'alls gotta be sure to get in on those backup vocals! Also, before I forget: please ask your moms about my Funkadelic records. When things have gotten a little too freaky, I tend to be in a hurry. Whips, latex, chains, ******* ball-gags, belts, oils, sandpaper, rubbing alcohol, vinyl, blowtorches, candles, wine.. you know how it is: it can be hard to remember everything you leave in the locker at the end of a long day at the gym!" "Hah, I'm sure. But, like I was saying.. we need to schedule more gigs." "I already scheduled some more with your m-" "I know. She told me."

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*Give Me That Funky Stuff Dress me up in Uptown blues and get down funk. So hot, god **** Say what! I heard once someone say, “If you lick my soul, I will feed your funk”. So in a wave of funkadelic haze let me soul up your funky, spunky dance floor displays with rhythm, blues and dance hall daze. So girl, let me funk you up! Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.28.16*

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Sep 11, 2016

Sep 11, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC

aztec-warrior

Give Me That Funky Stuff

*Give Me That Funky Stuff Dress me up in Uptown blues and get down funk. So hot, god **** Say what! I heard once someone say, “If you lick my soul, I will feed your funk”. So in a wave of funkadelic haze let me soul up your funky, spunky dance floor displays with rhythm, blues and dance hall daze. So girl, let me funk you up! Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.28.16*

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If you will **** my soul, I will lick your funky emotions. Hey baby … what’s your thing? What say we touch each other? Oooh yeah … fly on … fly on … Oh such sweet sounds, such goodness such … uh huh … oooohhh yeah, Lord …. & the band plays … boom boom boom boom ba boom & the bass rolls on, feel that baby? let me kiss your mind. & the ladies sing … bah bah bah bah bah & the drum snares on, the ladies return, oh Mommy what's a Funkadelic? ... I do so love this song. It helped me a lot this dark & just plain wicked day.

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Mar 9, 2017

Mar 9, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC

martin-bailes

Funkadelic ...

If you will **** my soul, I will lick your funky emotions. Hey baby … what’s your thing? What say we touch each other? Oooh yeah … fly on … fly on … Oh such sweet sounds, such goodness such … uh huh … oooohhh yeah, Lord …. & the band plays … boom boom boom boom ba boom & the bass rolls on, feel that baby? let me kiss your mind. & the ladies sing … bah bah bah bah bah & the drum snares on, the ladies return, oh Mommy what's a Funkadelic? ... I do so love this song. It helped me a lot this dark & just plain wicked day.

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Hear all the guitars hear the words i still remember when saw your face think that day I feel in love with you I am so confused I can't believe this is true the way your smelled makes my heart melt fear as cripples me inside so funkadelic it's the way you walked into the room stood by at the bar scented up my leg winked at me and smiled done me in mess with my funkadelic brain I winked back you giggled just wanted to kiss you there and hold you feel your presence see how close you are to my heart Just another Funkadelic Dream.

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC

paul-hardwick

Funkadelic.

Hear all the guitars hear the words i still remember when saw your face think that day I feel in love with you I am so confused I can't believe this is true the way your smelled makes my heart melt fear as cripples me inside so funkadelic it's the way you walked into the room stood by at the bar scented up my leg winked at me and smiled done me in mess with my funkadelic brain I winked back you giggled just wanted to kiss you there and hold you feel your presence see how close you are to my heart Just another Funkadelic Dream.

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Orange juice rays that spray down from the sky through the tight drawn curtains lands as one smooth strip bisecting the room softly illuminating the morning. He grabs tufts of blankets with his toes and tucks them down beneath his feet to keep them from cold, or whatever else lurks in a fresh morning room. His ears so blue only the Axis could tell, hear Funkadelic through the soft navy dark of a room not quite so woken up as to be a part of the day. The clock radiates euphoria in soft whispers of hours more to sleep. He hears Hazel like on a walnut and lets it relax every muscle. Soon he'll decide to colour his own sound, which stirs under the pulled-up covers that hide him from a reality spilling in through the curtains that don't agree with his fields of Blue.

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Apr 12, 2014

Apr 12, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC

rz-earnest

Bold As Love

Orange juice rays that spray down from the sky through the tight drawn curtains lands as one smooth strip bisecting the room softly illuminating the morning. He grabs tufts of blankets with his toes and tucks them down beneath his feet to keep them from cold, or whatever else lurks in a fresh morning room. His ears so blue only the Axis could tell, hear Funkadelic through the soft navy dark of a room not quite so woken up as to be a part of the day. The clock radiates euphoria in soft whispers of hours more to sleep. He hears Hazel like on a walnut and lets it relax every muscle. Soon he'll decide to colour his own sound, which stirs under the pulled-up covers that hide him from a reality spilling in through the curtains that don't agree with his fields of Blue.

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Twilight…. the windows of the soul closes its shutters once again on the epoch of a day’s past falling into an abyss of oblivion where consciousness finds refuge in the imaginary world of a self-induced coma with reality bordering on the verge of a Funkadelic song the soul crosses over to a plateau epitomized by sheer fantasy and possibilities are as infinite as the space in time darkness submerges the senses in silence only to give way to strange frequencies that may tune uncensored channels with images of historic accounts or glimpses of a fated future Daylight…. the soul awakens from lifeless sleep.

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC

leonard-green

The Deaths of I

Twilight…. the windows of the soul closes its shutters once again on the epoch of a day’s past falling into an abyss of oblivion where consciousness finds refuge in the imaginary world of a self-induced coma with reality bordering on the verge of a Funkadelic song the soul crosses over to a plateau epitomized by sheer fantasy and possibilities are as infinite as the space in time darkness submerges the senses in silence only to give way to strange frequencies that may tune uncensored channels with images of historic accounts or glimpses of a fated future Daylight…. the soul awakens from lifeless sleep.

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