"sinbad" poems
IF I should pass the tomb of Jonah
I would stop there and sit for awhile;
Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark
And came out alive after all.
If I pass the burial spot of Nero
I shall say to the wind, "Well, well!"-
I who have fiddled in a world on fire,
I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.
I am looking for the grave of Sinbad too.
I want to shake his ghost-hand and say,
"Neither of us died very early, did we?"
And the last sleeping-place of Nebuchadnezzar-
When I arrive there I shall tell the wind:
"You ate grass; I have eaten crow-
Who is better off now or next year?"
Jack Cade, John Brown, Jesse James,
There too I could sit down and stop for awhile.
I think I could tell their headstones:
"God, let me remember all good losers."
I could ask people to throw ashes on their heads
In the name of that sergeant at Belleau Woods,
Walking into the drumfires, calling his men,
"Come on, you ... Do you want to live forever?"
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Sinbad’s sea-battered ship was
poised on the edge of annihilation,
The Sultan's brow furrowed with curiosity,
then without warning
Scheherazade stilled her narrative
and lived to see the morning sun.
When the moon and stars next owned the sky,
Sinbad was snatched from the jaws of death
then the saga of Prince Kalandar
seized the king's soul with wonder
but Scheherazade left the tale unfinished
and sang with the birds at dawn.
Rimsky-Korsakoff turned the pages at his desk -
consumed by Scheherazade’s charms
then etched his pen across the waiting staves:
The violin must weave her spell once more
and bassoon and oboe take the prince’s part.
Trombone and trumpet led the martial call
and all the rest enlisted for the cause.
Russian bravura fused with the seductive allure
of exotic tunes born of the dust on the silken road.
A sonic whirlwind filled Saint Paul Church,
as winds and tremolos grew to cyclonic force.
A wall of brass completed Kalandar’s tale.
capped by an exuberant clash of cymbal plates.
The silence yielded to tender violins
chanting a hymn to the princess in all her grace.
Tambourine and winds wove a tapestry
of her debonaire and most virtuous prince.
As the final pizzicato chord faded, the Sultan
turned to Scheherazade with tear-filled eyes
and beheld his immortal princess
and she her valiant and eternal prince
and so it would be as long as night preceded dawn.
She kissed away his tears of joy and whispered in his ear,
“My beloved husband, I will tell you stories forever.
Tomorrow you shall learn of the Feast at Baghdad.”
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
I once thought Richard Pryor was funny.
Still do.
I doubt he has anything upon you.
I also thought George Carlin was too.
Then I heard you.
You make me laugh.
Just bring joy to my soul.
If laughter I the best medicine.
Then with you I'll never get ill.
Steve Martin.
Bill Cosby.
Sinbad.
And Steve Harvey might be hilarious.
Except, they hadn't met you.
You have a way to make anyone day brighter.
I love you.
I adore you.
For laughter.
For the loving.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:22 AM UTC
THE FINE cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt,
Something Sinbad, the sailor, took away from robbers,
Something a traveler with plenty of money might pick up
And bring home and stick on the walls and say:
"There's a little thing made a hit with me
When I was in Cairo-I think I must see Cairo again some day."
So there are cornice manufacturers, chewing gum kings,
Young Napoleons who corner eggs or corner cheese,
Phenoms looking for more worlds to corner,
And still other phenoms who lard themselves in
And make a killing in steel, copper, permanganese,
And they say to random friends in for a call:
"Have you had a look at my wife? Here she is.
Haven't I got her dolled up for fair?"
O-ee! the fine cloth of your love might be a fabric of Egypt.
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GOD grant a blessing on this tower and cottage
And on my heirs, if all remain unspoiled,
No table or chair or stool not simple enough
For shepherd lads in Galilee; and grant
That I myself for portions of the year
May handle nothing and set eyes on nothing
But what the great and passionate have used
Throughout so many varying centuries
We take it for the norm; yet should I dream
Sinbad the sailor's brought a painted chest,
Or image, from beyond the Loadstone Mountain,
That dream is a norm; and should some limb of the Devil
Destroy the view by cutting down an ash
That shades the road, or setting up a cottage
Planned in a government office, shorten his life,
Manacle his soul upon the Red Sea bottom.
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*Jonquil rain bar approach , delta method
time beau stargazer in earnest
Fine line arcadian pest derecho , pinpoint
waiver unit substitution Jericho
Albamarle sinister unit torrid recuser perpetuity
cisco propulsion Easter wig nam propulsion
Archangel rock deliver jetsam
Harold ****** sonic shift mercury wind bag space
candidate turquoise nine beam analyzer Sinbad nine
Winder ground archer nine sound pet neighbor tyrant
dime loser terrier loose figment stroller ten nimbus*
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
O yea this might hurt some feelings
Uh
Yo **** white supremacy !!!!
You can **** my **** til it reach
Natural vasectomy
Ya wanna be
Black so bad look what the **** they did to Sinbad??
My dad was never there so i
Had to stop n stare
Lookin' at the sun the holy one
I seen an image of a black son
Layin' in the gutter strugglin' with his mother
N brother no other
Can relate to the tough times hard crimes
Deep in the neighborhood
Cops up to no good
Poppin' shots then get mad when we
Bust back to make it understood
Dont diss me im a g been in this ****
Since the birth of slavery
**** the media n the press
You say its too many nigguhs
Well smoke some sess
Hilary aint nothing but ***** to me.
Along with Obama
I put that on my mama full of drama
Cuz i was a born hell raiser
Been throwin' thangs since elementary
Solds drugs to me in my community
So you can lock us minorities
In the state penitentiary
On everythang i pack slugs
Check my six spinnin' on dubs
Minus 10 you get 10
Spokes is chirpin' mad smokin'
Sessions intense dollars n sense
Use common sense
Bombin' with my cavi flow just so ya know
Ya fuckin' with a pro
Uh killed all my leaders cuz they was tryna feed us
Knowledge **** the white college
I know my real history **** black history
What about the real.heros
Killin' all the slavery
Nat Turner Malcolm and Martin
To Jesse Jackson n Al Sharpton
Benefitin' off the fake race bait
***** in disguise nigguh open yo eyes
Its no surprise
Black face is right before our eyes
This aint vanilla sky
I see grey along with the thunder the rain the strain nigguh feel my pain
Uh its an everyday thang roll with a gang
After the white house eradictin'
There reindeer games
Uncle sam aimin' his finger at the poor folks
The military is joke for black n hispanic folks
Ya cant make change 1000s of miles away
So listen to the **** what i say
And ya know im real pack a big steel
Buckin' Capitol Hill as retain my throne
Im the King of the Hilllll!!! $!
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
Passing countless
seas
and the oceans
His sailing ship drifts
in a horizontally long distance
The indigo sky and the
colour of the ocean harmonize
He listens to the dolphin's
songs
with rapt attention
The fears of storms,
whales
and sharks
completely evaporate
Handsome
Sinbad
forgets
to cast anchor
The fears
of storms,
sharks
and whales
completely evaporate
He has a fascination with the waves
The albatrosses
and the seagulls
keep Sinbad company
Lots
of treasures
are hidden
in
the oceans
Sinbad is frenziedly searching
for these
A mass
of blue water reflects
in the eyes
of the audacious
sailor
The ship peregrination
of Sinbad is longer than
the Arabian
Nights.
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 7:40 AM UTC
Wake up wake up
Or else back up back up
You leaning on the footsteps
Of pain
See through your eyes nothing pain
Its stain
On the Windows of ya soul
Break protocol took a wage for the toll
Death I be humming it
Til I take my last breath
No fear for the afterlife
I'll retain my throne in the afterlife
Chilling with my ancestors
Kings n Queens with exquisite cousines no fiends
To worry about on the block
We got it on lock
N them earthly slave masters
Are my slaves and I'm the master
Can't run nor can you hide
No matter the distance I'm still on ya hide
Attack me be prepared to face the pride
Lions and lioness I suggest y'all just move around cuz I'm to suave
Can't get no love they call me *****
But then get made when I use *****
Kind of irony is that?
Imagine me without a **** gat
No sir I pack all my tools
Embraced my own rules peep my manual
I'm stronger than Sampson with dreads on my head
Cuz I'm invincible
First laws of psychics nothing comes from nothing
So how can they say God don't exist
This is ludicrous they blinding the bliss I risk
My life for this **** til I touch a casket
Driving in a black hearse
Family in tears I see em rolling
Down the cheek of the meek
They should inherit the earth
See the gargoyles catching mirth
No worth
To my **** name its shame
That I've been seeing images
Since I was a lad I Sinbad
But no jokes to tell I learned all hope will fail
But if I stay a soldier I won't fail
Two tours been there done that
Ya got guns we got straps
But they won't stop me never
Flank em off guard down goes ya weather
Feeling cold dead heartless cuz I'm bold
Plus my bank roll sitting swole
Don't mean to brag
Still got homies from the block to Ft Bragg
Never sag push a Chevy caprice **** a jag
Switched to intellectual books that I've never had
Cuz I'm invincible
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
teach me justice and you can
teach me everything else...
otherwise **** off back to Sinbad territory;
teach me justice, show me justice
and you can take your little bumper
stickers to Greenland to build a
mosque for Guinness's book of
records... stop faking this ****
behind post-colonialism looking
Parisian mascara pretty... don't bother...
by being "racist" i'm also taking
the **** from your former colonial masters...
which you ended up ******* up to...
this is Europe... your mothers ******
and your fathers castrated has no place
among us... walk the French mile
of a Riviera and then tell me what's packed
and what's **** and what's called the Assad kebab;
**** - you ******* hear the vermin talk?
or you a bit deaf? oh, a dog with its tail
lodged between its hind-legs...
clearly you were always going to be an I.R.A.
assassin. like my father on a construction-site...
i'm asking you, yes, you, Paddy...
you downing a pint of concrete to get you
off your lazy Shamrock *** while downing
a pint of St. Guinness?
or do you want a donkey's kick up your ***
to take photographs on a cruise ship?
i take it the English were too strong to criticise,
so you picked on the other migrants,
the ones in line with the dog fights in the R.A.F.,
you know, you can really bake a birthday cake
feeding the Welsh cat food with their specialist
subject of sharpened parabola (V).
hey! you said it... vermin plucked your eyes
from their sockets as if a spring bouquet of flowers.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Above the bridge railing I stare down into the silently yawning, whirling throats; a whirling, centrifugal vortex-wheel drags me along, pulls me, and pulls! Balanced on a thin, snow-white blade, thus is he who was cast out into life! Gathering crumbs of breadcrumbs through a lifetime, Till Death, like a lawful chase, takes him! With narrowing eyes curiously fixed on me, the wan shadows of shipwrecked souls Past-remembering, meek shadows emerge from mire-thrown foam; Witnessing guardians of the possible that is!
As aerial-gymnast-samples, we may all thus balance the many certain possibilities; at another planned turn, veronal, foam of water, or poison is of no use - with conscious cowardice, human dignity confidently fails us! I stumble between reckless tumbles with purpose. I would even lie flat, like Sinbad, like a petty nobody, and probe the beating heart-titties of angelic ladies! May I remain in my falling, fallen life who I was: an eternal child in an arrogant adult world!
Thick and unsteady even now is the black, roiling stream. I feel that I have often run out of strength to face every trial like a murdering ******* The old Danube still murmurs and calls me to it! - Nowadays, the circus and the bustling ant-hill of the great world are so merged that the heart of the prodigal little man is always trembling, when he looks into the flashing, decaying Tomorrows with dignified and faltering eyes!
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 1:32 AM UTC
Real ignorant
Cuz society ignorant
Far from a repent
My sins is my amends
But then again
I see the spirits tacklin'.
Tryna break me in
With the demons hangin'
With Satan
But I denied gracefully faithfully
I let my foes see
The guns if you slow on they come
Up so don't run up
I'm finna erupt flows volcano
Strong as Cano mortal combat
Yeah I Sinbad cuz I never had
A dad in my life
My rhymes is life so bump
Haters who want me knifed
Back stabbers
But I dodged the daggers
Sip henny but don't stagger
Smooth as **** Jagger
Hate naggers don dada
Leavin' the haters with nada
I gotta lotta
Flows to go so check what's in store .yeah
Yeah like Frank I be
An American gangster
Far from a prankster
Free range entertainer
Watch me drain ya
Energy to those who
Mean nothing to me
At best they My mini'mes
I chill where the hustlers be
Totin' guns so My enemies
Flea tombstones received
Smokin' trees
So I have better oxygen to breathe
Stay away from me
If you ain't about gettin' monopoly
Or property
Money ain't a option to me
Been cuttin' corners since I was three
Gotta few dimes with me wifey
Material starting my own black imperial
Far from comical made in the slums
They said id amount to none
But I came out reigning as the victorious one
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Hold up hold up
I see the world corrupt
Since
I took a sip of the potion
I gotta swole up
Mobs like Luciano
Sound the instrumental
Watch the vocals turn detrimental
Servin' peens
Lyrically dumpin'
Out my magazine
You who I be
Straight wizardy
Fools thought i was soft
But I was taught
Combat so now I sinbad
Chased afta things
I never had
I scarfaces like Brad feel the brass
If you wanna be put on
Your ***
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Yosef the don
The only one
Puttin' suckas through pun
And stun
Any poems
I'm so deep you'll love em
They wanna keep me
Bound but I'm above em
Drowning competitions
So I shove em
Out the scene
Puffin nature's green
Still wear guess baggy jeans
I'm old school ghetto as
Rallo
Many claim leadership
But they just follow
Others after creeds
I been a soldier
So I know when ******** feeds
Greeds
Made from a ***** deeds
Romance without finance
Is a slim chance
Its stuck in a fire with the devils dance
Fools out with open hands
Reeady take a reprimand
But I stand strong even grippin'
The slim
Knockin out flakes the world is mine
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Today, Geneva is sharing air.
But it is deeper in the sea.
Month of the month orange.
Napa moved towards the water.
And Yang says: "Now you are connected,
I go, I love you, My future is coming,
some people want." The real person
who wants to secure his work.
Christina Tzirica, white white land.
And Didis tells about weight loss.
Arabs and billions of billions of yuta.
The stories of Sinbad and the eastern
tip of Iran. Over time jigagotiya copper
and pillow, Iran, This is against
the source code. Thousands of works
are third. Read the entire organization.
Urter matrix and cellular structure.
The difference between the calendar
and the type of landscape is,
It comes out, it is not clear on the white sheets.
Uganda is like an old sugar jar.
The White Church represents the region.
Power is always provided to partners.
The money you paid for your trip.
To complete Mesopotamia from the
pyramid, The animals and the earth
are connected to the earth. This is Girpat
and Bell. Simple research among
the monks. Earth and sky and earth.
There are too many windows
To become bigger and bigger.
Eliacake of the ancient city of Macedonia.
Unfortunately, at work, more than 90
[9 minutes]. High but archaeological
finds. They relate to different colors,
Beautiful temples are being replaced.
Who is registered? The next color
reaches until it reaches another.
List The pages you created
The document has been used.
Yard (flank) on the pages
of your name. Maximum height
in zigzag. Taituki, name immediately,
Part time and "cover" translation.
It works first with the initial
accumulation. In the 4th century AD
In the 13th century. It is true that
in a thousand years. And locally. Old
Germans will be built Sudanese Indians
Nurses and naked women are women
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
It's a Groundhog Day
and it's bound to be
as it's bound to me
trussed up and cussed at
accused of this
innocent and that
is my stance.
today's an expanse if expanse is the word
stretched out before me
like an old man on the rack,
going back takes me back
to the same place
there is no moving on
this is groundhog for
the underdog,
an uppercut
there but for the pleasure of her majesty and the grace of Sinbad or some God
go you
but I do this to pass go and sometimes I pass time as time passes sometimes by me
slow and unconvincingly reminding me of virginal smiles up on 42nd street.
It all replays
groundhog days are
yesterday's
with fancy names,
just
designer games.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
Check it I ain't no joke
You see from the lyrics that smoke
And make any haters provoke
Got em in a choke hold
Rhymes is bold once the stories told
I create the crease n make em all fold
My styles wild funky tell me about oooo child
Things are gonna get brighter
Set the my dynasty so I can retire
Hot as a fire blazing through paragraph
Suckas didnt get the last laugh
Bombs flows like Baghdad
Clean as Sinbad and who dat?
Thought they rock the mic like me
I'm the punisher from the fifth demenision see
I got minds hypnotized by the time realize
I'll be over the horiz' on lyrics made for stunned
Make emcees run a marathon
Once they hear my machine gun
Of lyrics couldn't even clear it
The smog that is word to my unborn kids
Look what the lyrical arsenal did
Rippin' through stages battlin' any ages
Trap in cages
Of my mind concealed and confined
With the funky medina
Check your antidote
As i up the rap ranks cuz
I ain't no joke
Tongues punching a rhymes
Destined to be mine sound mind
Beat yours everytime through each and every line youll fine
The dopest not many could cope to this
Some say ludicrous others think of it as a diss
Mad cuz they girls blowing me a kiss
And they reminisce
All over me got the pete that's ready to rock who's gone top?
Me if setting the crop far from a slop
Make em like floor and watch me mop
Out competition one man commission
Hurry up yall come see what ya missin'
Jewelry glistening
Anointing pates likeit was a christening
Many wasnt listening
Crossem hang em up like crucifixion
While others in a smote just take notes
Cuz big yosef a rhymer n I ain't no joke
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC