"sonically" poems - Hello Poetry

The dissonance in the air visiting flashes sonically weaving trembling tales of flash floods and brushfires. intertwined between and beneath leathery scales, dorsal fins and rat tails. Intimate whispered coded messages massaging ear drum lines menacingly, scratching the passages, cruising through each hall. tapping at every door. With a gravely groan, reciting a indecipherable buddhist koan. Laugh as you may The moon will leave Without a notice We'll be without Another day. The dissonance in the air leaving car crashes and birthday bashes in shambled states of stasis smiling bits of shrapnel suspended in howling fits of laughter smoldering hordes of children melting under summer suns all while a paramedic belts out birthday songs and a clown juggles displaced screws and cogs. Disasters and dances have more in common than dispatchers and discjockeys.

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Feb 15, 2010

Feb 15, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC

adam-b-1

D Level Rations

The dissonance in the air visiting flashes sonically weaving trembling tales of flash floods and brushfires. intertwined between and beneath leathery scales, dorsal fins and rat tails. Intimate whispered coded messages massaging ear drum lines menacingly, scratching the passages, cruising through each hall. tapping at every door. With a gravely groan, reciting a indecipherable buddhist koan. Laugh as you may The moon will leave Without a notice We'll be without Another day. The dissonance in the air leaving car crashes and birthday bashes in shambled states of stasis smiling bits of shrapnel suspended in howling fits of laughter smoldering hordes of children melting under summer suns all while a paramedic belts out birthday songs and a clown juggles displaced screws and cogs. Disasters and dances have more in common than dispatchers and discjockeys.

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The superstar opted for a rather daring look and took a photograph in a bathroom mirror for fans. Madonna seems to be taking style tips from Kim Kardashian these days by falling in love with a very **** pair of boots. The 56-year-old star continued to prove she won't be getting a blue rinse anytime soon or covering up with saggy jumpers as she flaunted her figure in a selfie. Posing in front of a mirror in a black leotard and black knee-high lace-up boots, she wrote on Instagram: "Nothing Glamorous about this bathroom but these Gucci Boots are Eeeeevrythang! #rebelhearttour." She can be seen in the pic without any make-up on looking slightly tired while rocking a wavy blonde hairstyle and wearing black fishnet stockings. Meanwhile, Madonna recently claimed she will continue making music until she dies because she is so "inspired" to keep working, just like Picasso, who died in 1973. She said: "I like to compare myself to other kinds of artists like Picasso. He kept painting and painting until the day he died. Why? Because I guess he felt inspired to do so. Life inspired him, so he had to keep expressing himself, and that's how I feel." The Living For Love hitmaker - who released her latest album Rebel Heart earlier this year - continued to say she doesn't think her creative streak will ever fade because she always wants to inspire others. She explained: "I don't think there's a time, a date, an expiration date for being creative. I think you go until you don't have any more to say." The music icon will kick off her Rebel Heart Tour on September 9 in Montreal, Canada and said she has spent "weeks and weeks" choosing a set list because she has so many well known hits to choose from. She added: "The theme I really truly explore in this show more than anything is love and romance. I want people to walk out like they're feeling inspired and like they've seen something they've never seen before (and) felt something they've never felt before. "I realize I have 32 years of other songs, so I have to pick and choose. I sit there for weeks and weeks and weeks trying to figure out which of my old catalog I want to do. "It's a puzzle that we have to put together 'cause thematically the songs -- the old and the new -- they have to go together; sonically they have to go together." read more:www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses www.marieaustralia.com/princess-formal-dresses

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Jul 25, 2015

Jul 25, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC

judy-smith

Madonna goes make-up free and poses in **** knee-high lace-up boots and fishnets

The superstar opted for a rather daring look and took a photograph in a bathroom mirror for fans. Madonna seems to be taking style tips from Kim Kardashian these days by falling in love with a very **** pair of boots. The 56-year-old star continued to prove she won't be getting a blue rinse anytime soon or covering up with saggy jumpers as she flaunted her figure in a selfie. Posing in front of a mirror in a black leotard and black knee-high lace-up boots, she wrote on Instagram: "Nothing Glamorous about this bathroom but these Gucci Boots are Eeeeevrythang! #rebelhearttour." She can be seen in the pic without any make-up on looking slightly tired while rocking a wavy blonde hairstyle and wearing black fishnet stockings. Meanwhile, Madonna recently claimed she will continue making music until she dies because she is so "inspired" to keep working, just like Picasso, who died in 1973. She said: "I like to compare myself to other kinds of artists like Picasso. He kept painting and painting until the day he died. Why? Because I guess he felt inspired to do so. Life inspired him, so he had to keep expressing himself, and that's how I feel." The Living For Love hitmaker - who released her latest album Rebel Heart earlier this year - continued to say she doesn't think her creative streak will ever fade because she always wants to inspire others. She explained: "I don't think there's a time, a date, an expiration date for being creative. I think you go until you don't have any more to say." The music icon will kick off her Rebel Heart Tour on September 9 in Montreal, Canada and said she has spent "weeks and weeks" choosing a set list because she has so many well known hits to choose from. She added: "The theme I really truly explore in this show more than anything is love and romance. I want people to walk out like they're feeling inspired and like they've seen something they've never seen before (and) felt something they've never felt before. "I realize I have 32 years of other songs, so I have to pick and choose. I sit there for weeks and weeks and weeks trying to figure out which of my old catalog I want to do. "It's a puzzle that we have to put together 'cause thematically the songs -- the old and the new -- they have to go together; sonically they have to go together." read more:www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses www.marieaustralia.com/princess-formal-dresses

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Now When It Comes... To Poetry That I’ve Written... It’s Written With A Rhythm... That Deals In Exorcisms... That Expose REALISM... !!! NOT Just Within My Thinking... But About Things In Our Vision... A Talent That’s God Given... !!! So Remember Folks... My Verse Is Meant... To Be Expressed... In Ways That Flow... So When You Read... Read It... RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Because Then You’ll See... How... MELLIFLUOUSLY... It Flows RHYTHMICALLY... And Should Really Sound Neat... Just Like A Sweet Symphony... !!! of Spoken Words... And Poetic Verse... That... When It’s Heard... Should Sound Like Birds... That Sound Rhythmically Complete... When They Choose To Tweet... Harmonically And Beautifully... !!! In The Morning Time... When They See Sunshine... It’s A Rhythmic Vibe... With Which I Write... Just Like Dark Knights... Whose Rhythm Fights... To... DENY Crimes... Like Poetic Lines.. I Write About Life... That CAN’T Be DENIED... !!! Because They REFLECT............. The Rhythms of STRESS... Fed By Governments... That Have Led To Protests... ... Time And Again... !!! So Their Rhythm Defends... Avoiding Pretence... And The Ignorance... That Now Has Spread... To World Continents... !!! By Those Known As FEDS’... Whose Rhythm Now Tends... To Plague Like Black Death... Did You Catch What I Said... ? Plague Like BLACK DEATH... !!! Because That’s A Line... With A Rhythm That Finds... ... Historical Ties... To The Loss of Life... !!! Because of Things That Left A Sting... Like Muhammad In The Ring... !!! Can You Hear The Ding Ding... I’m Just... JOKING... But It Is... NO JOKE... !!! The Way That My Words Flow... And... RHYTHMICALLY Show... That The Way That I Write... When Recited... RIGHT... SYNERGISES With Bass Lines... !!! Even When They’re Recorded... At... DIFFERENT Times... !!! Cos I’m A Spoken Word Guy... Whose Mind Is The Kind... With A Rhythm That Finds... Varieties... That RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Let My Poetry Breathe... Through Spoken Word Speech... That Flows EASILY... So Is Cool To Read... !!! It’s A Writing Technique... That’s Used By Emcees... Who Use Rhythms To Show... How Their Use of Words Flow... When It Comes To Live Shows... Where Their Vocals EXPLODE... With... Bass Lines In Tow... !!! While Mine Are The Type... To... STAND ALONE... !!! Because My Vocal Tones... Require... NO Notes... To SHATTER Mind Zones... With Rhythmic Quotes... That Whether Written Or Read... Are Rhythmically Bred... To Garner Respect... From The Type of Poets... Who Are Now Impressed... By My Writing Talents... !!! And The Rhythm With Which... I Connect My Lyrics... That Many Now Deem... To Be... EXQUISITE... !!! Because They Sound CLEAN..... When... VOCALLY... My Spoken Word Speech... Is Heard SONICALLY... !!! Cos’ I’m A Rhythmic Breed... ... MOST DEFINITELY... !!! So As I End... This Piece of Lyricism... Please DON'T FORGET... That It’s Built For Spitting... With Rhythmic PRECISION... !!! And To Also Be... HEARD... Because Words From Big Virge... Are The Type of Compositions... That Are Written With A UNIQUE... ... SIGNATURE... ....... “ Rhythm “.....

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Sep 27, 2021

Sep 27, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC

big-virge

'Rhythm' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/1/2021

Now When It Comes... To Poetry That I’ve Written... It’s Written With A Rhythm... That Deals In Exorcisms... That Expose REALISM... !!! NOT Just Within My Thinking... But About Things In Our Vision... A Talent That’s God Given... !!! So Remember Folks... My Verse Is Meant... To Be Expressed... In Ways That Flow... So When You Read... Read It... RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Because Then You’ll See... How... MELLIFLUOUSLY... It Flows RHYTHMICALLY... And Should Really Sound Neat... Just Like A Sweet Symphony... !!! of Spoken Words... And Poetic Verse... That... When It’s Heard... Should Sound Like Birds... That Sound Rhythmically Complete... When They Choose To Tweet... Harmonically And Beautifully... !!! In The Morning Time... When They See Sunshine... It’s A Rhythmic Vibe... With Which I Write... Just Like Dark Knights... Whose Rhythm Fights... To... DENY Crimes... Like Poetic Lines.. I Write About Life... That CAN’T Be DENIED... !!! Because They REFLECT............. The Rhythms of STRESS... Fed By Governments... That Have Led To Protests... ... Time And Again... !!! So Their Rhythm Defends... Avoiding Pretence... And The Ignorance... That Now Has Spread... To World Continents... !!! By Those Known As FEDS’... Whose Rhythm Now Tends... To Plague Like Black Death... Did You Catch What I Said... ? Plague Like BLACK DEATH... !!! Because That’s A Line... With A Rhythm That Finds... ... Historical Ties... To The Loss of Life... !!! Because of Things That Left A Sting... Like Muhammad In The Ring... !!! Can You Hear The Ding Ding... I’m Just... JOKING... But It Is... NO JOKE... !!! The Way That My Words Flow... And... RHYTHMICALLY Show... That The Way That I Write... When Recited... RIGHT... SYNERGISES With Bass Lines... !!! Even When They’re Recorded... At... DIFFERENT Times... !!! Cos I’m A Spoken Word Guy... Whose Mind Is The Kind... With A Rhythm That Finds... Varieties... That RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Let My Poetry Breathe... Through Spoken Word Speech... That Flows EASILY... So Is Cool To Read... !!! It’s A Writing Technique... That’s Used By Emcees... Who Use Rhythms To Show... How Their Use of Words Flow... When It Comes To Live Shows... Where Their Vocals EXPLODE... With... Bass Lines In Tow... !!! While Mine Are The Type... To... STAND ALONE... !!! Because My Vocal Tones... Require... NO Notes... To SHATTER Mind Zones... With Rhythmic Quotes... That Whether Written Or Read... Are Rhythmically Bred... To Garner Respect... From The Type of Poets... Who Are Now Impressed... By My Writing Talents... !!! And The Rhythm With Which... I Connect My Lyrics... That Many Now Deem... To Be... EXQUISITE... !!! Because They Sound CLEAN..... When... VOCALLY... My Spoken Word Speech... Is Heard SONICALLY... !!! Cos’ I’m A Rhythmic Breed... ... MOST DEFINITELY... !!! So As I End... This Piece of Lyricism... Please DON'T FORGET... That It’s Built For Spitting... With Rhythmic PRECISION... !!! And To Also Be... HEARD... Because Words From Big Virge... Are The Type of Compositions... That Are Written With A UNIQUE... ... SIGNATURE... ....... “ Rhythm “.....

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Be lucky that it's clear that I'm here and not in your ear making rhymes about ******* and beer. I'm here knotting so many fallacies that I could be queer but it's clear, I'm here. Still here, that is. Or... maybe I should be lucky. Let's both not take here for granted. Even when it aches, like reality has some sickness that we can neither cure nor talk down, we must remember that we can no more not be here than we can be in our dreams... If you can't understand those words then you're struggling to be here shifting your eyes like flickering flashlights they **** away and bang bang bang against the hand of boredom because the brain is running dry, I understand. Be here with me, dear literary vagabond, peruse my nonsense. Take a bite. Chew upon the syllables and forgettables, like soggy vegetables. Let it all melt in your mind, like Belgian chocolate (forget the vegetables). There's nothing here except derangement, but have you won the battle? Are you still here? The sound of turbulent water running through the pipes. The roar of trembling engines, jostling and towing their vehicles down the street. The tap dance of computer keys mirroring the senility of my mind... The slamming of doors: all these sounds, as if reality is sonically transparent, but are you here with me? This world is more transparent than I ever gave it credit. If you're still here, I bid you welcome to the magnificent world of a millennial extravaganza, growing beyond the cosmos as if our minds can pierce the heart of dark and render mystery a pale reflection of ordinary! Yes, if you're here, still here, things are very ordinary. And I can never hide that from you. I can never make you think these words are legendary, because I'm here, and I'm not not here, so you take me for granted and though I could spin your mind like a world on my finger, people will only wish they could be here with me, when I'm dead, but if you're reading this, I'm here.

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Nov 9, 2016

Nov 9, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC

DEW

Let's be Here...

Be lucky that it's clear that I'm here and not in your ear making rhymes about ******* and beer. I'm here knotting so many fallacies that I could be queer but it's clear, I'm here. Still here, that is. Or... maybe I should be lucky. Let's both not take here for granted. Even when it aches, like reality has some sickness that we can neither cure nor talk down, we must remember that we can no more not be here than we can be in our dreams... If you can't understand those words then you're struggling to be here shifting your eyes like flickering flashlights they **** away and bang bang bang against the hand of boredom because the brain is running dry, I understand. Be here with me, dear literary vagabond, peruse my nonsense. Take a bite. Chew upon the syllables and forgettables, like soggy vegetables. Let it all melt in your mind, like Belgian chocolate (forget the vegetables). There's nothing here except derangement, but have you won the battle? Are you still here? The sound of turbulent water running through the pipes. The roar of trembling engines, jostling and towing their vehicles down the street. The tap dance of computer keys mirroring the senility of my mind... The slamming of doors: all these sounds, as if reality is sonically transparent, but are you here with me? This world is more transparent than I ever gave it credit. If you're still here, I bid you welcome to the magnificent world of a millennial extravaganza, growing beyond the cosmos as if our minds can pierce the heart of dark and render mystery a pale reflection of ordinary! Yes, if you're here, still here, things are very ordinary. And I can never hide that from you. I can never make you think these words are legendary, because I'm here, and I'm not not here, so you take me for granted and though I could spin your mind like a world on my finger, people will only wish they could be here with me, when I'm dead, but if you're reading this, I'm here.

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I remember being 5 years into this life of mine, one yet unfinished; and my big sister had a little friend. Her little friend brought into our little house a little keyboard. Our little house for our big family that we lived in for a little while, which had never contained within its walls a musical instrument of any kind or any size, until that day. The day that that little friend of my big sister brought in, her board of keys. I was fascinated with it immediately, but me being the youngest, I had to not so patiently wait my turn as each of my siblings toyed with the instrument of my fancy with horrid cacophonies coming from the holed up speaker beneath holes placed there for sound passage. I was a quiet mouse of a lad back then, but I wanted to scream at my lung tops, " For the love of all that is sacred! can you cease hitting those thingies little friend of big sister calls keys?" I was patient in those days of youth, but I have always been annoyed by clangor and repetition. Finally, after all others, I got my chance to have my hand on those plastic keys which beckoned me from the moment I saw them. Finally, I would discover something about myself, I did not yet know it, because I hadn't yet cracked my fingers nor stretched them as per the instructions of the little friend of my big sister. So I did so. I was ready. I was excited. I had no idea what a chord was! So, I hit one key that simply called my name with vibes. I hit that key. I recognized it! So I tried to mimic the song I recognized it from. It was a song that had just been playing on the radio earlier. I pressed another key which seemed logically the next progression to match sonically the song which had been playing earlier. When I had finished hitting the keys I had seemingly subconsciously selected, I had played the intro and main section of the popular at that time song "Lean On Me" without one mistake. The big father of the little friend of my big sister said, "You have perfect pitch hearing, that is a rare gift!" My family gave me three cheers... and I walked into a corner like I had done something wrong. I felt filled with Joy and empty inside at the same time. I felt guilty because the little friend of my big sister who had the big father, looked down at the floor with tears in her eyes... she said, "Daddy, I have taken lessons for years and have played much more difficult pieces than he did, and you never showed that kind of pride in me." I never touched another instrument until 13 or 14 years into this life of mine, one yet unfinished -and I pray that little friend with a big clueless father gained the attention she deserved more than I.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC

jamie-l-cantore

Prose "Ensconced" In The Pros and Cons

I remember being 5 years into this life of mine, one yet unfinished; and my big sister had a little friend. Her little friend brought into our little house a little keyboard. Our little house for our big family that we lived in for a little while, which had never contained within its walls a musical instrument of any kind or any size, until that day. The day that that little friend of my big sister brought in, her board of keys. I was fascinated with it immediately, but me being the youngest, I had to not so patiently wait my turn as each of my siblings toyed with the instrument of my fancy with horrid cacophonies coming from the holed up speaker beneath holes placed there for sound passage. I was a quiet mouse of a lad back then, but I wanted to scream at my lung tops, " For the love of all that is sacred! can you cease hitting those thingies little friend of big sister calls keys?" I was patient in those days of youth, but I have always been annoyed by clangor and repetition. Finally, after all others, I got my chance to have my hand on those plastic keys which beckoned me from the moment I saw them. Finally, I would discover something about myself, I did not yet know it, because I hadn't yet cracked my fingers nor stretched them as per the instructions of the little friend of my big sister. So I did so. I was ready. I was excited. I had no idea what a chord was! So, I hit one key that simply called my name with vibes. I hit that key. I recognized it! So I tried to mimic the song I recognized it from. It was a song that had just been playing on the radio earlier. I pressed another key which seemed logically the next progression to match sonically the song which had been playing earlier. When I had finished hitting the keys I had seemingly subconsciously selected, I had played the intro and main section of the popular at that time song "Lean On Me" without one mistake. The big father of the little friend of my big sister said, "You have perfect pitch hearing, that is a rare gift!" My family gave me three cheers... and I walked into a corner like I had done something wrong. I felt filled with Joy and empty inside at the same time. I felt guilty because the little friend of my big sister who had the big father, looked down at the floor with tears in her eyes... she said, "Daddy, I have taken lessons for years and have played much more difficult pieces than he did, and you never showed that kind of pride in me." I never touched another instrument until 13 or 14 years into this life of mine, one yet unfinished -and I pray that little friend with a big clueless father gained the attention she deserved more than I.

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I can not swim But I no longer drown I can not sleep But I keep on dreaming I’m floating away I’m floating awake Sing sonically with me String melodies next to me Just be with me

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Jul 24, 2020

Jul 24, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC

Bullet

With Me

I can not swim But I no longer drown I can not sleep But I keep on dreaming I’m floating away I’m floating awake Sing sonically with me String melodies next to me Just be with me

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I shook hands with Joe Gideon And high fived the shark After a forest performance In which they had rocked hard The beauty of his voice and words The slickness o her grooves Soaked into me sonically And caused the earth to move Their world is so inviting As at the barrier i stand They'll take you on a journey To learn the ways of man.

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Sep 6, 2024

Sep 6, 2024 at 7:27 AM UTC

Jimmysilker

Joe Gideon and The Shark.

I shook hands with Joe Gideon And high fived the shark After a forest performance In which they had rocked hard The beauty of his voice and words The slickness o her grooves Soaked into me sonically And caused the earth to move Their world is so inviting As at the barrier i stand They'll take you on a journey To learn the ways of man.

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Now I Be Putting In Work... When It Comes To My Verse... But UNLIKE THE CRIPS... My Bullets Are WORDS... !!! So Require NO HEARSE... !!! Because They’re Well Observed... To Leave A Fool... SERVED... !!! Now I’m NO Violent Kid... !!! But What I KNOW IS THIS... !!! You’d BEST RESPECT Them Crips... !!! SUCKERS KNOW WHAT IT IS... !!! While My Gang Now Enlists... NO MORE Than Twenty Six... !!! REAL VERSATILE Members... !!! That’s Right They Are LETTERS... That YES... Wage Vendettas... MORE VICIOUS Than... “ V “... !!! So DISMISSES... Lizards... And These... Politicians... Who Choose NOT To Listen... To THIS V’s... Poetry... ?!? That RIGHT Cos' BIG VIRGE... Puts In... SERIOUS Work... !!! When It Comes To Composing... Word Flows STRONG Like OCEANS... That Create ... HIGH SEAS... !!! Where... Sea GIANTS Be... !!! I’m A Black Shark That Wails... With Rhyme Verse ... SONIC SEE... !!! NO HEDGEHOG... Just... DEEP LOGS... of... Vocally FREE... Opinions That Reach... Levels... WAY BEYOND Treble... When They're Heard SONICALLY... !!! DON’T You See I LINK Themes... ?!?! Through Connections Investing... In Knowledge That Feeds... OFF of... Natural Vibes... So Are NOT Things Contrived... Like... New World Policies... !!! I Mean Really . . . . . . SIX FEET . . . . . . ?!? It’s A SHAME That Police... Stand TOO CLOSE To My Peeps... And CONTINUE To FEED... Off of BLACK TRAGEDIES... !!! I’m A DANGEROUS Breed... !!! Whose Freedom of Speech... DOESN’T Work Qualities... Where My Work Can Receive... PRAISE For It's REALNESS... And YES... HONESTY... !!! So... STAND Next To The V... Are You Folks Kidding Me... ?!? When My Mind Runs So FREE... That My EGO Can Seem... To Be... BEYOND BELIEF... ?!? Cos' My Works DISRESPECTED... By Those In... "COLLECTIVES"... !!! Who... CLAIM To BELIEVE... In The BEST Artistry... !?! Being What They Should Feed... To The Masses Who Need... To Receive What's REAL... !?! When Their Creative Themes... STINK Like Faeces of FLEES... !!! NO... CORONA Disease... Just WEAK Artistry... !!! So My Work DOES NOT Serve... To Support Industries... !!! Or These Government Chiefs... Whose Work Has CLEARLY... Brought People Who LEAD... ... To **** HUMANITY... !?! Because of DENIAL... of Humans Living... FREELY... ?!? Folks They... ... NEED To STAND TRIAL... Cos Their Work Now Feeds... ... Modern SLAVERY... !!! And New TECHNOLOGY... That Moves SO QUICKLY... That It’s Now HARD To See... A Future Where Humans... Aren’t Replaced By Machines... !!! But One Thing They WON'T Do... Is Do Work Like... BIG V... And Write DEEP Poetry... That Has A... HUMAN FEEL... !!! And Wordplay That's COOL... And Smooth Like A Groove... FILLED With PURE ARTISTRY... !!! That Does NOT Require... Any Robots Or Wires... Or... Internet Feeds... !!! Just Wordplay That FIRES.... BULLETS Like Those CRIPS... !!! That DISTURB Peoples NERVES... !!! But... NOT Like My Fellas... My Lettered Gang Members... Who FOLLOW BIG VIRGE... !!! So Be.... .... “ Putting In Work ! “....

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Dec 17, 2020

Dec 17, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC

big-virge

“Putting In Work Pt. II” ... A Poem written By Big Virge 26/9/2020

Now I Be Putting In Work... When It Comes To My Verse... But UNLIKE THE CRIPS... My Bullets Are WORDS... !!! So Require NO HEARSE... !!! Because They’re Well Observed... To Leave A Fool... SERVED... !!! Now I’m NO Violent Kid... !!! But What I KNOW IS THIS... !!! You’d BEST RESPECT Them Crips... !!! SUCKERS KNOW WHAT IT IS... !!! While My Gang Now Enlists... NO MORE Than Twenty Six... !!! REAL VERSATILE Members... !!! That’s Right They Are LETTERS... That YES... Wage Vendettas... MORE VICIOUS Than... “ V “... !!! So DISMISSES... Lizards... And These... Politicians... Who Choose NOT To Listen... To THIS V’s... Poetry... ?!? That RIGHT Cos' BIG VIRGE... Puts In... SERIOUS Work... !!! When It Comes To Composing... Word Flows STRONG Like OCEANS... That Create ... HIGH SEAS... !!! Where... Sea GIANTS Be... !!! I’m A Black Shark That Wails... With Rhyme Verse ... SONIC SEE... !!! NO HEDGEHOG... Just... DEEP LOGS... of... Vocally FREE... Opinions That Reach... Levels... WAY BEYOND Treble... When They're Heard SONICALLY... !!! DON’T You See I LINK Themes... ?!?! Through Connections Investing... In Knowledge That Feeds... OFF of... Natural Vibes... So Are NOT Things Contrived... Like... New World Policies... !!! I Mean Really . . . . . . SIX FEET . . . . . . ?!? It’s A SHAME That Police... Stand TOO CLOSE To My Peeps... And CONTINUE To FEED... Off of BLACK TRAGEDIES... !!! I’m A DANGEROUS Breed... !!! Whose Freedom of Speech... DOESN’T Work Qualities... Where My Work Can Receive... PRAISE For It's REALNESS... And YES... HONESTY... !!! So... STAND Next To The V... Are You Folks Kidding Me... ?!? When My Mind Runs So FREE... That My EGO Can Seem... To Be... BEYOND BELIEF... ?!? Cos' My Works DISRESPECTED... By Those In... "COLLECTIVES"... !!! Who... CLAIM To BELIEVE... In The BEST Artistry... !?! Being What They Should Feed... To The Masses Who Need... To Receive What's REAL... !?! When Their Creative Themes... STINK Like Faeces of FLEES... !!! NO... CORONA Disease... Just WEAK Artistry... !!! So My Work DOES NOT Serve... To Support Industries... !!! Or These Government Chiefs... Whose Work Has CLEARLY... Brought People Who LEAD... ... To **** HUMANITY... !?! Because of DENIAL... of Humans Living... FREELY... ?!? Folks They... ... NEED To STAND TRIAL... Cos Their Work Now Feeds... ... Modern SLAVERY... !!! And New TECHNOLOGY... That Moves SO QUICKLY... That It’s Now HARD To See... A Future Where Humans... Aren’t Replaced By Machines... !!! But One Thing They WON'T Do... Is Do Work Like... BIG V... And Write DEEP Poetry... That Has A... HUMAN FEEL... !!! And Wordplay That's COOL... And Smooth Like A Groove... FILLED With PURE ARTISTRY... !!! That Does NOT Require... Any Robots Or Wires... Or... Internet Feeds... !!! Just Wordplay That FIRES.... BULLETS Like Those CRIPS... !!! That DISTURB Peoples NERVES... !!! But... NOT Like My Fellas... My Lettered Gang Members... Who FOLLOW BIG VIRGE... !!! So Be.... .... “ Putting In Work ! “....

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Grapes Caeser salad with a special plant for the apes Monkeying around until the animals escape Vanishing in the air like smoke from a vape Caution: loose gorillas, don't trespass beyond the tape Heartbreak Fractured aorta from stabbing his chest with a stake Sliced open the chest and dished it out like a piece of cake Heat it up in the morning, thats what you call wake and bake Surprised you didn't burn or hide the body in a lake Irony Straightening up the wrinkles in my clothes is a remedy Healing sounds of a smooth serene and soothing symphony Sonically cooking up sweet music filled with harmony Topped off with a deep message wrapped in sympathy Juxtaposition Opposites attract depending on the opposition There's no challenge if you're not afraid of your competition It's expensive to pay attention to your ambition There's a discount if you check out using intuition Kinaesthetic Moving art with strokes of paint while feeling apathetic Empty vessel of the spirit used to be prophetic Predicting miracles and feats described as majestic Home is where the heart is so we keep the love domestic

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Apr 14, 2019

Apr 14, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC

Liquidgold

Word association 2

Grapes Caeser salad with a special plant for the apes Monkeying around until the animals escape Vanishing in the air like smoke from a vape Caution: loose gorillas, don't trespass beyond the tape Heartbreak Fractured aorta from stabbing his chest with a stake Sliced open the chest and dished it out like a piece of cake Heat it up in the morning, thats what you call wake and bake Surprised you didn't burn or hide the body in a lake Irony Straightening up the wrinkles in my clothes is a remedy Healing sounds of a smooth serene and soothing symphony Sonically cooking up sweet music filled with harmony Topped off with a deep message wrapped in sympathy Juxtaposition Opposites attract depending on the opposition There's no challenge if you're not afraid of your competition It's expensive to pay attention to your ambition There's a discount if you check out using intuition Kinaesthetic Moving art with strokes of paint while feeling apathetic Empty vessel of the spirit used to be prophetic Predicting miracles and feats described as majestic Home is where the heart is so we keep the love domestic

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