"rhymers" poems
So this journey has come to an end
Whether you don’t know me at all
Or think of me as your best friend
This is my goodbye, my final call.
Thank you for the adventure; thank you for your time. I have nothing left to give, no words left to rhyme. This is my last, I’ll leave with a whisper. This is all I have, what I began writing for.
Should you ever neeed a shoulder, please find me. No matter where I go in life, where you need me is where I’ll be. Hold me tightly in your thoughts and I will hold you in my heart.
Merry meet, dear rhymers, and merry part.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
Those tissues of falsehood which Folly has wove;
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow,
Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;
From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow,
Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.
If Apollo should e’er his assistance refuse,
Or the Nine be dispos’d from your service to rove,
Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse,
And try the effect, of the first kiss of love.
I hate you, ye cold compositions of art,
Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove;
I court the effusions that spring from the heart,
Which throbs, with delight, to the first kiss of love.
Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes,
Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move:
Arcadia displays but a region of dreams;
What are visions like these, to the first kiss of love?
Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth,
From Adam, till now, has with wretchedness strove;
Some portion of Paradise still is on earth,
And Eden revives, in the first kiss of love.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove—
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.
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Byron wants me to invite all my friends on HP to a pig roast. Rest assured, when Byron has a pig roast fun is surely to be expected. Here's his invitation.
You're invited to my pig roast.
I told him he'd have to do better, that he's talking to a collection of rhymers, wordsmiths, and gesticulating anthropomorphics. He had no idea what the **** I just said, but he did do an edit.
Here's his edit.
You're Invited to My Pig Roast
Your toad on the road
Only squats, never stands,
Or sits 'til he splits
Between the treads of your van.
Your mouse in the house,
If it isn't found out,
Drops pellets in pots,
'Til snap, then it stops.
Your bird on the wire
Sweetly sings then lets fire;
And a cat in a hat
Is cute, but that's that.
Your horse from the stable
Won't be served from your table;
And the deer by the brook,
Well, too much the Bambi to cook.
Yes a bear in the wood
Indeed craps where it should;
He's best left alone
While your meat's on your bone.
Then there is the PIG.
A ruddy pink porker,
Intelligent and clean,
An innocuous oinker.
It does nothing that's heinous,
And yes, it should shame us,
As it lies silently smiling
With a spit up its ****
Please bring your own lawnchair, ***** and women.
The pig's on me.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
Battle of the two Giants
High noon announced the duel of the giants
Poetry and Hip Hop gunslinging the date was set
One accused the other of ****** the verbal world
As poetry sighted the words of Poe, hip hop did hurl
"Cant you rock these lame %$# words in slow
That dumb %&# Raven needs to be defeathered bro"
Poetry stood back and shook his hands down low
Reaching for his quilt using hip hop as ink he wrote
"The sound of silence is gold when you release your soul,
I need to feel the heartbeat of man so go!"
Hip hop now breakdancing on the floor
Laughed at this poor attempt to show poetrys gold
"You call that soul? I see it as a blind man,
Using fancy words to hide your fears so grand"
As poetry began to write another line
12:00 o clock came up as the sun did shine
Both stood back to back drawing their weapons
As the countdown to the duel approached like a new son
3 steps forward both rhymers turned about face
Two bangs later the smoke cleared both were embraced
The two giants knelt to ground their hearts did bleed
This time not of words but of blood so clean
At the same time both died as they killed each other
Why not write about how we are killing one another
Black vs White, hip hop vs poetry
Same old siht but this time its affecting me
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
Rhymes
And the rhyme says,
all the long haired rhyming people, must go,
so I put on a short wig,
and went in to ask why.
I'm a fine young rhymer,
please let me show.
Took off my wig,
and asked him to give me a try.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
And the rhyme says,
anyone caught not rhyming,
will be shot on sight,
I jumped the fence and gave a yell,
hey, I know how to rhyme right.
Non rhymers won't let mother nature in,
they say not to rhyme is considered a sin.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
Hey man mister, can you read,
my rhymes are all that you'll ever need.
Must have a paper and pen to rhyme,
watch me write as I enter my prime.
I don't need a membership card,
my rhymes will keep you on guard.
And the rhyme says,
everyone down here is welcome to stay,
but when Lucifer passed the plate,
I had no money to pay.
So I got my own pen and paper,
and made up my own little rhyme,
So I decided to sell my soul,
the Devil will make me feel fine.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
Sorry for you, but I'm out of time,
do this, do that, cant you read the rhyme.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Where are you
Dreamers under the sun
Miss you, love you every one
Artists painting endless panoplies
Scribblers scribbling in their beds
From the depths of imagination
Stories awakening in their heads
Poets’ pens poised to flow
Rhymers growing wings to creation
Eager to take flight, ready to go
The rivers of time move on
Until words and pictures are inked
Every one of these
Redeemers, fantasy givers
All beauty becomes linked
Poems and stories are gifts
Here to relieve the monotony
Of the considered norm, lifts
Pathways to the soul, endless rivers
To keep us sane, make us whole
Where are you
Dreamers under the sun
Miss you........
Love you every one
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC
How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every ****** paper to rehearse?
O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight,
For who’s so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
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Rhymers are takers and readers to be givers forever deeper.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
trees, trees
so many trees
they’re green
some are lean
why write about the seven seas
or what happens in winter to bees
when so many know the trees?
rhymes, rhymes
so many rhymes
this one may take me some time
I could learn and talk just fine
without using a rhyme
but no, deep is slime
without the help of a rhyme.
love, love
so much love
filled with white feathered doves
that heart always needs a shove
write about love
frilly and goofy love
and think of nothing above.
poems, poems
so many poems
but nothing rhymes with poems
why is the name
not the same
to play the strange game
and win the author fame?
poets, poets
so many poets
nothing rhymes with poets either
meaning, coincidence, or neither
the poets they cry
and the words they die
whenever the rhymers play
so now hear what I say
maybe a poem does not have to rhyme
a thought that would be just fine
maybe the name
is not the game
maybe the tree
can be more to see
maybe the love
can get over the dove
and see the fighter’s light
bring the world new heights
the silly thoughts
the haphazard lots
who think what they feel
is sure to heal
should quiet
to hear my riot
poetry is not for those
who want to gush and play
poetry is for those
whose world they can expose
and truths they can say
poets are the faint of heart
with their feelings they cannot part
truth-tellers on the other hand
well, I think of them as very grand
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
The mad professor of slapping the lesser
the bad aggressor, facts to beat the guesser
no more oppressor, killed by the successor
the glad possessor, words against suppressor
waiting for the dormant informant to storm it
debating when to swarm and transform it
it's hard to form a new form and perform it
you never conform it's cold and you warm it
the mad magician of having rhymers wishin
the new edition, hell bent on transmission
so much ambition, with no need for permission
the new munition, made for demolition
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
For Gwendolyn Brooks
And with that 2023
has slid into we
Bound in leather
or some new polymer
Alloys coaxed together
Like Master and server
We Olde Tymers
We Neu! Rhymers
Fashion updaters
Swift haters
What weird magic
this that binds tragic
sado to majestic maso
a Quanto entanglo
In rusty romp we fumble
as dream walls crumble
A Sun begs for mercy
A Flower forgives
Strange entanglements
Mixing emerging flavors
Jan 2, 2023
Jan 2, 2023 at 2:01 PM UTC
I've heard tell, of composers and great rhymers
not a poetic singularity, or plethora of one liners
every day a song that sings
birds in flight with open wings
this and many other things, for the perfect, poem designers
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
THE POET'S LOUNGE,
LET'S ALL
GATHER AROUND,
ALL......
POET'S, LYRICISTS,
ALL WRITERS, and SONNETEERS,
ALL STORYTELLERS, RHYMERS,
and
VERSIFIERS,
as we
BLEND IN HARMONY and
START to INSPIRE,
ALL ARE WELCOME,
LET'S BRING THE JUICE,
TO THE POETESS, SONGSTERS,
METRICIST AND MUSE,
COME AND JOIN THE GANG,
IF YOU SO CHOOSE,
AS WE
VERSE BY VERSE and
SOUND BY SOUND,
I WELCOME YOU ALL
TO:
THE POET'S LOUNGE!!!!!
B.R.
DATE: 3/14/2025
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
Since my sweet sixteen
I knew I was a mic fiend
Now I gotta pack sixteen
Clips by the side of my hip
So haters watch ya lip
Cuz my iron grip
Is tight tighter than needle noose pliers
Embrace higher from the tokes of fire
Never gone retire raps Messiah
Whose flows hotter than a dryer
**** daddy hit rumps like Teddy
Pendergrass still I smash
Any beat that's put up watch it rest up
Soon to be maked up
Coroner examiner ultimate dope handler
Universe mind channler
Step to me be a victim to my Dalmer Tactics
Death recipient so destructive
I could never repent
As I rise over any establisment
Now that I'm a grown man
Learned to play my hand
Real well got many stories to tell
My enemies yearn for me to fail
Destined for hell
Out on bail Soon to hear Liberty's Bell
My lyrics so forceful
I'm even turnin dark skins pale
My energy made me
Much stronger longer
Than a nile who's style none could hit the dial
My ****** hits make melons ****
Venomous sticks
Cuz of too much excitement
No resentment fools turn apologetic
Cuz of broken commitment
So haters stop wishin'
Endin' fake rhymers is my ambition
So pay attention
And learn to listen
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
"Write two poems," I said.
My students left the room.
Some frittered the week away,
No idea how to start,
What to say....
Others found a way to play,
Rolling phrases
Making hay,
Coding words in lines
Testing assonance,
Alliteration,
Anthropomorphization:
A door, a pen, and clouds...
Always clouds.
"Write one that rhymes," I'd said,
And so the rhymers vied,
Stretched morphemes until dead,
Finding words I thought had died,
Bruised themselves with rhythm,
Metered anapests and dactyls,
Resorted to trochees and iambs
And smiled as if inventing fractals,
My little lambs.
"Write free verse; break all rules!" I said,
And though they tried,
No ee cummings Jesus resurrected,
No William Carlos Williams rose
To eat plums beside white chickens,
And no apologies.
Still, when all was finished,
Notes came in,
A treasured, precious few
Wrote to say they'd found
Appreciation for words
Arranged intentionally,
For power of images,
For realization of the value
Found in working words.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
Sippin' on that bar I be a superstar looking a far
Beyond the ******** i spit the hardest in the pit
Leave fools guts open now ya smellin' ****
Vultures peckin' ya skin stuck in this body of sin i sip Gin
Then put my **** in a Hen then back to the den
Rollin' a blunt that's bigger than a bat all of my homies pack gats
Rest in peace to the homies that got hit with the Mack
Yeah ****** up times we living in
In the hood you see more fouls than grins
Unless it's money circling drugs dealin' pigs still squealin'
But **** em i never was a role model
I rather push a Lexus 420 fully loaded on throttle
Money is the ambition bass thumpin' as my lyrics shift
In ya brain like a transmission hittin'
All gears in ya brain my intellect is a threat
That J Edgar Hoover couldn't even get cuz I got a gangsta set
No fakers on my team
Roll with with Dons who sip Dom Perignon by the millions can't trust civilians
Or politicians so I make my commission with a circle of decision
Enemies love dissin' but I see em cuz snakes always hissin' cuz
Ya styles edible my flows incredible like the hulk stalk
Talk **** fools get chalked
Walking down the valley of the
Shadow of death Nia with beer under my breath
Still thuggin' twistin' daytonas or better yet swangaz
Got a coat of rhymes sittin' on a hanger in my mind as I shine
Brighter than the sun the luminous one
Kin to Lucifer he's only one begotten son
Huh 6 carbons 6 protons 6 nuetrons
Together I'll form Voltron turn hard rhymers into vagabonds
Overseas stocks n bonds bringing capitol punishment like Big Pun
My bank rolls swole
Watch out for the rats that love cheese that's why I feed em lyrical disease
Once the venom in em
They fold like origami once I sound the Tommy
Hidden' in the breast of my Latin mommie
Who is this?? That's the introduction of death
Makin' bodies rock from right to left the one *****
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Check the mics to beats I wrecks inspect ya decks crew digits
Dail nothing but wins comprehend against the evils of men sins
Worn on my flesh I can attest manifest the magnificent
Chariots blazing fire reaching for desire higher than a sire
Consumed the dryer as I heat up the fryer without the pan wu tang
Back at cha once again linked with black news cannon fannin'
All fakers make graves for undertakers shake ya
With the divine degrees pedigrees got em on bended knees
Catch the sneeze of a bullets bless you yo I'm special greet you
With a soulful touch make ya double dutch to the beats shifting clutch
Not much you can do once we break out the loot giving the boots
When we walk stomp around the yards skyscrapers bombard
Towers leaning I'm intervening on ya noggin beaming dreaming
Of ways to make a pay sways
The average shinobi ya owe me
Dont play me get smoked like a Dutchie ruthless Richie
Holding the keys Harlem Knight freak hoes into the twilight
Darkness roaming nights plight sitting on the media snipe
Buckle ya head once the snaps is read midevil bloodshed
Twist cabbage dont invoke the savage living life have less
To embrace more cannabis see yall waving ya hand to this
Rakim Eric B stylist watch me pile this face my arch nemesis
Fools kicking this tryna re up I keep the stash of coke in the cup
Soaked up my dreams in kerosene burn slow of hate in between
It seems madness loves to company gladness I stand by the grist
**** off weak rhymers small timers ain't nothing more liver
Scolding lava once I mold the opposition premonitions
I held up without being held up syrup laced so I can deeply abrupt
The sounds of the corrupt snaking products swift wit da clean cuts
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC