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*Sung to the tune of Elton John’s “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.”  Intended to be taken 
humorously.  


“When are you gonna grow up?
It is in jail you will land
You’ll have to stay after class
And I’ll be talking to your old man”


     “You know you can’t hold me forever
     The last school bus is now due
     You can’t rap my knuckles with your ruler now
     Stand in my way and I’ll just run through
     So nah, nah, nah…

     “So goodbye, St. Joseph’s School
     Where the ‘Sisters of Mercy’ were cruel
     The Catholic school’s finally closing
     The lunchroom’s stopped serving gruel

     “I’m taking that bus, might never get off
     Don’t want to face my Dad’s wrath
     Oh, I’ve finally decided to free myself
     And set out on my own path
     So nah, nah, nah…”


“How can you earn a living?
You can’t even spell your name
You’ll be required to take some remedial courses
And stop playing silly head games”


     “Maybe you’ll get a new convent
     I hear there’s some room in Brazil
     Students there might appreciate
     A no-nonsense sister with a voice shrill
     So nah, nah, nah…

     “So goodbye, St. Joseph’s School
     Where the ‘Sisters of Mercy’ were crude
     The altar boys have been set free
     The priests are no longer lewd

     “I’d like to stay, watch them raze it
     The site with torture imposed
     Where skeletons still hide in the closets
     Nevermore to be exposed
     So nah, nah, nah…”



*For John Heck’s “Dear John” contest.  
Those of us who attended St. Joseph’s just learned the school is being closed.  
Although a good education was provided, some students were beaten there repeatedly.  
I feel a good education was provided, but they went overboard with discipline.  

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010




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GHETTO GOSPEL

BY STREET CRIES

ABANDON BUILDINGS HOUSES WITH NO PARENTS ALL CHILDREN
READY AND WILLING TO BE PROGRAMED BY THE TELEVISION 
GUNS WITH PRECISE PRECISION 

PAIN PILL GOT US COMATOSE LIVING
KIDS MAKING ADULT DECISIONS
TO SURVIVE IS THE MISSION 

WITCH EQUALS TO SENSELESS KILLING DRUG DEALING 
LIFE IN PRISON 
NO RESPECT FOR THE LIFE THAT'S GIVEN

PEOPLE GETTING RICH OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING
SATANIC RITUALS CELEBRITIES PRACTICING
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE WHATS HAPPENING 

ARE WE A SLAVE TO THE WAY SOCIETY GOT US ACTING TODAY
ARE WE PURPOSELY LEAD ASTRAY 
CLONE MEAT APPROVED BY THE F.D.A
VOICES BEING SILENCED THAT HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

WE SEEM TO BE RUNNING A RACE WITH NO RELAY
STUCK IN A PLACE WITH NO LEEWAY

TRYING TO OVER COME OBSTACLES 
THANK YOU FOR READING MY GHETTO GOSPEL 
GOODNIGHT

Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2014

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By Ezar

As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree 
At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades
Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare
I will have my  secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire
Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air
How is Jamal doing 
I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting
Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing
You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving 
Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me
I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me 
I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree 
So she can take over the business after me
You know how important it is to leave a legacy
What collage is Jamal going to or is he still going to the army
I hear they pay for college tuition 
I told my son its not worth it when your arms and legs missing
But I understand Jamal got to do what he got to do 
Giving Jamals hand he got to move how he has to move 
Well I have to go watch for the stocks on the news 
See you on Monday I hope your situation improves Peace

Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2017




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OPEN YOUR HEART
YOUR DREAMS ARE IN YOUR HEART.
THEY ARE ONLY A HEART BEAT AWAY.
YOUR DREAMS ARE IN YOUR HANDS THEY ARE ONLY 
A TOUCH AWAY.
YOUR DREAMS ARE IN YOUR HEART 
OPEN YOUR HEART TO HEAL .
OPEN YOUR HEART FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO HEAR AND 
HEAL.

Copyright © Ebbin Florence | Year Posted 2016

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My Past Written: by Tom Wright I refuse to drown in the happenings, Of perhaps, sordid days, long spent. For things filed "past" i cannot change, So they lurk causing me to lament. My past I liken to a "read only" file, Where is stored both my days and deed. Knowing the bothersome can't be removed, I attempt to cover it with beneficial seed. But no matter my depth of interment, Or that from thoughts I've tried to ban. Satan somehow manages to dig them up, And stands ready with his watering can. A Thought If my past wasn't the teacher From which I learned the most. Then in life, I would consider myself failing.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008

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we love the world, so we make it our own
but nothing about the way the people live
leaves the creatures alone

we live so bold
"Dig around here for gold!"
it used to be so cold
"Preserve the bad; kill the old!"

hey, what's really good here?
we say we love it, but it disappears
Venus and Mars scold the smoke
that they see rising from the atmosphere

hey, i heard the voice of the bird
she said her children never lived to see
the way the trees turn into streets of homes
the way the ice turns into water catacombs

the pesticides spray out her sad silent cries
with oil blood and chemical tears
an act of genocide

the skyscrapers are really scraping the sky
leaving wounds in her pure outer skin
and soon she'll bleed out and die

hey, what's really good here?
we want to thrive, but will we even survive?
rats and foxes are now biohazards
the pulled-out roots are bloodshot veins in her eyes

hey, i heard the voice of the bird
she said her children were trapped in plastic like chains
it cut their throats; they could no longer sing songs
destroyed art isn't art when it's gone

hey, what's really good here?
we poach tigers just for the sick pleasure
we blow up homes just to build our own
we give birth to murderers
"Kill two birds with one stone!"

--when you say, "we live here," say it collectively, because she's their Terra just as much as she is ours


Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017

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Learning Math is so much fun
We sing, dance and play to count
We compute at topmost speed
We are all Math Wizard Kids

             Let’s have fun, let’s all start
             Numbers make us bright and smart
             In group games, let’s cooperate
             And Math skills will make us great!

We’ve got basic operations,
Addition and subtraction
And one more is division
Means, share our love and joys~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Math operations that we have
All areas are dabble jive
Statistics and geometry
Algebra and there so many

            Let’s have fun, let’s all start
            Numbers make us bright and smart
            In group games, let’s  cooperate
            And Math skills will make us great!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Learning Math is so much fun
We  sing, dance and play to count
We compute at topmost speed
 We are all Math Wizard Kids

            Let’s have fun, let’s all start
            Numbers make us bright and smart
            In group games, let’s cooperate
            In Mathematics we’ll be the best!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Enjoy four Math operations,
Addition and subtraction
Also multiplication
In our lives, we use them all

            Let’s have fun, let’s all start
            Numbers make us bright and smart
            In teamwork, we all cooperate
            In Mathematics, we all be  great!

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©2016Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved

Dec. 28, 2015 11.20am 

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015

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YES I AM
I am that tall,good and kind man
I have the longest legs on earth
I am the fastest man on earth
I am deaf and dumb
My eyes lead me like a sheep and its lamb
I am very curious but,
very time conscious
I am jobless
I am homeless
I always thirst for water
I always need a good Samaritan
Despite my state,
I am the world's priority
People suffer a fate
But need me to be free
I am he everyone awaits to make a mirth
I go to anyone who is willing 
All I need is caring
Everybody needs me
But I come without acknowledging me

I come I come
I stand at your door
Open and welcome me with a kiss
When you delay,I make a hiss
The next scene, I turn my back to the door
There you will miss

Don't try opening
For I am time conscious
Don't try calling
For I am deaf and dumb
Don't try following
For I have the longest legs on earth
Don't try chasing
For I am the fastest man on earth
I come to make you mirth
But you can choose to be in dearth

I came I came
I stood at your door
You welcomed me wonderfully
But you made me sit on the floor
You left me and forgot to close the door
I moved out slowly
Upon your return,
You didn't see me
You forgot I am time conscious
I saw someone ready
So went there because I was curious

You tried calling
But forgot I am  deaf and dumb
You tried following
But forgot I have the longest legs on earth
You tried chasing
But forgot I am the fastest man on earth
I came to make you mirth
But you chose to be in dearth

I stood at your door
You welcomed me wonderfully
You made me sit comfortably
But refused to give me water when I was thirsty
You left me and forgot to close the door
Upon your return,
You didn't see me

You tried calling
But forgot I am deaf and dumb
You tried following
But forgot I have the longest legs on earth
You tried chasing me
But forgot I am the fastest man on earth
I came to make you mirth
But you chose to be in dearth

I stood at his door
He welcomed me with a kiss
He closed the door,
gave me a place to sit comfortably,
gave me water to lessen my sore,
Prepared me a mutton
He made me eat like a glutton
He laid his spreadsheet on a bed
He gestured to me to lay my head
I slept until he received what he needed
He decided to keep me forever
Alas,I embark on a journey
Joy like a river flowed in his heart
He smiled while escorting me

Yes I am
I am the very person you needed
But I came and you took me for granted
I am the one you are awaiting
When I come, show me the caring
I am opportunity.

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

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Rapping has no Ethnicity be ye 
Greek, Jew, Afro, White, Hispanic, 
Chinese, Japanese, Other.

Yo man, go rap out the Soul.
Tell your story, cuss the enemy
In ways they can't understand.

These are the times when you
Get on the Move to Groove into
Real-time electronic technology!

Don't just go boom, boom, boom;
What the Hell is that?
Teach the Young dignity, respect
for others too.

Yacoo, Yacoo, a da da da, uh huh,
My child can't learn nothing from
That, so teach, preach, inform!

I like the beat, rhythm, mix turns
And twists;
But for heaven's sake let me learn
From your choice of words, how to 
Live in this World of ours!

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015

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If you want to grow up big and strong,
Listen here, you won't go wrong.
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose all the colors from the rainbow.

We never get enough of green--
Here's the kinds of foods I mean:
Grapes, avocados, lettuce, cabbage, green beans, spinach, 
lentils, kiwis, honeydew melons,peas, bell peppers...

If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose yellow from the rainbow.
bananas, lemons, golden apples, summer squash, butter, yellow peppers, ...

If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose orange from the rainbow.
Cheeses, carrots, mangoes, cantaloups, apricots, peaches, pumpkins, oranges...

If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose red from the rainbow. 
Strawberries, cherries, tomatoes, meats, raspberries, 
grapes, watermelons, apples, plums, 
 red peppers, radishes, beets, ...

If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose purple and blue from the rainbow.
Grapes, cabbage, plums, eggplant, blueberries, ...

If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose brown from the rainbow.
Meat, potatoes, pears, coconuts, nuts, whole-grain breads ...

If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose white from the rainbow.
Eggs, cheese, parsnips, fish, onions, milk, yogurt, 

(chorus)

The greater the variety,
The healthier you'll always be.
Meat, eggs and dairies
grains, fruits, and veggies.
To wash them down there's nothing better
Than big glasses of water.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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I am the custodian of brighter future
and the vanguard of a viable venture.
I take seekers on an alluring adventure.
Nature has given me the grace to nurture...
I am a terrific teacher.

I am the silent star that sleeps not at night,
the sun that make beautiful days bright...
I give sweet glow to the moon at twilight...
Lightening up the world is my greatest delight.
I am a terrific teacher.

I am always expected to do the miraculous:
students expect me to be gentle and generous...
rash parents sometimes tell me the ridiculous
yet my pay check makes nobody feel jealous.
I am a terrific teacher.

I inspire greatness and ignite creativity...
my words and thoughts instill integrity.
I see distinct ability in every disability
and spark the fire of academic alacrity. 
I am a terrific teacher. 

I preen with passion on priceless pages
to mend the minds where rot rages.
With love and life as my core languages...
I spur the spirit of compassionate sages.
I am a terrific teacher.

Beyond the grades scored in examinations...
beyond the goals of United Nations;
I provide real answers to unasked questions
and give hope to unborn generations.
I am a terrific teacher.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2016

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At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.


Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.

Copyright © Deborah Zambo | Year Posted 2008

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Education..
Communication
Association
Information
Utilization
Recommendation
Qualification
Without
Hesitation
Limitation
Or
Fabrication
Anticipation
Determination
Innovation
Occupation
Education..

Copyright © D. C. | Year Posted 2015

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On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty

Copyright © bill harty | Year Posted 2011

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This is dedicated to
the uneducated who,
segregate from the greats
the hate gave integration to,
though the paved the way for you,
you just simulate the flu,
infected with cold hearts
like inflammation made it through,
To...
You...

So take a second to converse,
listen to me, then speak,
just make sure you think first,
about the thirst, of the dream,
had by Dr. King, which would
hurt beyond the seams, if he 
witnessed everything,
The Scenes!

How we're treating one another,
Educated versus thugs, like
we are not brothers, What's the
point to jump from slavery to 
having white lovers, if less racism 
means the blacks hate each other?
My Brothers! I have no intent on
hating you, I just hope you make it
through. So this is Dedicated To
You...

Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2010

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Dwelling in them, a soft hearted soul
Love plated but pain on its core
Moss covered mountains to cross
Full of merciless piercing stones

Mind invested into a battle of memories
Battle with horrible images of courses in diaries

Both ends candles are burnt
To light the way through the six hills of torment

Flooding down cheeks are tears
Shaking rough hands of lamenting songs

Injecting the venom of fear into the spirits
Made to be passed, though hurting beyond limits

Journey of a medical student
Like a terrifying flood to expose the hidden gold

Copyright © Kuleza John Lembi | Year Posted 2017

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WHICH ANIMAL DO YOU EMULATE?

Be fast like a cheetah
Don't wait for any hater

Be vigilant like a snake
Always alert and awake

Strong like lion
Defeat every obstacle on your way to Mt.Zion

Wild like a tiger
Scare any bad omen which tries to linger

Wise like an ant
Know when you need and want

Humble like a sheep
Your shepherd will give you a place to sleep

Calm like a cat
Don't confuse mouse with a rat

Don't be lazy like the snail
Lest you are likely to fail

Don't be slow like a tortoise
lest you become susceptible to your enemies

Be neat like a duck
That will call for good luck

Don't be dirty like a pig
lest apart from meat,you become useless yet,big

Be time conscious like the hen
She knows how and when

Don't be stubborn like a goat
lest you always bring troubles to your throat

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2014

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As an evanescent quietness falls into my room
While a stream of breeze air invades the living room,
A new, unborn poem waves in my blurred thought,
Endeavoring to keep me from being distraught.

I’m desperate; I deserve even a better cabin.
Thus, my mind is abiding a religious doctrine
In the purpose of enriching my knowledge
By meeting standards to get enrolled in college.

Inspiration is sometimes a key to survive.
Joel Osteen, you keep my lost dream alive.
But, the cryptic concept of life is the absurd.
Will my celestial request remain unanswered?

To avoid failure and exhibit one’s braveness,
To gain success and the pursuit of happiness,
Virtuosity must be laid open rather than latent
For a high-achieving, first-generation student.

Copyright © Jhonny Thermidor | Year Posted 2008

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MY NAME IS KAIZEN

Bullet oiled with knowledge
Hearts smitten with purpose
As a thin of air, we marched into the street of kaizen
The harvest is cream and green.
We the labourers with our intellectual machetes,
Made and manufactured by functional knowledge
Battered and butchered the dreaded monster called ignorance
The battle line is drawn
We are drunk of knowledge
With planks, nails and hammer,
We nailed a coffin for ignorance
The funeral of the old order
The emergence of the new order
At the cascade of kaizen,
We drank into stupor,
Stupor because we think and act outside the box;
Bullying the status quo 
With the incisions of the God factor on our guts
We danced round the camp fire of books
Booking appointment with great minds
For in the opening of books we discovered we have wings,
To fly above illusory limitations
At dawn we chart and chant lyrics of hope for mankind
With the amulets of insight tied rounds our hearts;
At the echoes of the night when nature
Exact snoring on Homo sapiens,
We labourers give ourselves to improvement, 
For when lazy minds snore, active minds think 


                                                                                         
    awoh kingsley

Copyright © awoh kingsley awoh | Year Posted 2011

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One fine day, I planned a visit to zoo
Alone landed amidst the fauna left so few
Treaded merrily on greenery, singing my heart out
Whilst a lion’s scary roar made me shout

‘Ah! Another visitor’, said the lion annoyingly
‘Why should we entertain you?’ said he fumingly
‘What’s the point in wasting your energy and mine?
Making us do the funny acts, do they seem so divine?’

Hearing those words I dared
Reduced the distance, still scared
Said I, ‘Stop fuming King of Jungle, watch out for your age,
Hadn’t I come to visit you, wouldn’t you be bored in your cage?’

‘The answer dwells in your question, silly girl
You humans have no heart of pearls,
The so-called king of jungle imprisoned in cage
Heartthrob of millions I was, at my early age’

‘To meet my family, hope it doesn’t get too late
I need to eagerly meet ‘em all, my cubs, my mate
I still feel them, they are waiting for me
Oh girl! Be kind enough to set me free.’


I couldn’t have done that with all my might
Turned my way, delighted by a peacock’s sight
The multihued beauty was sheltered in a metallic cage
Awe! Gloomy this beauty looked, in distress and rage

‘What is wrong? Do you want to fly?’
It turned around and looked straight at the sky
‘Show me those vibrant feathers, the fan-like crest
Guests would adore seeing you dance at your best’

‘I dance just for my love, my love for rain,
Cool breeze no more likes crossing my lane
Why do I open my feathers without my mate’s presence?
Just to amuse you, I shall do; confined in this fence’

Dumbstruck, I decided to turn my way
Walked ahead in quest of animals happy and gay
There it was! A crazy monkey, flirting and making its choice
Mimicking others and playing around, hear its evil noise

Bouncing, bouncing and dancing, dancing
It ruled as if dungeon’s dominant king
Wow! You look so happy; what’s the reason?
‘Girl! No more fun for you, ‘coz free I’ll be from this prison’.

Two giant men came forward and opened the door
Good Lord! It’ll be free, unkind humans is just animal’s lore!
Monkey screeched, ‘Meet me soon in the nearby forest
Where I meet my pals, play, eat, have fun and rest’

 Happy to see the monkey’s joy, I walked ahead
Across the bushes, saw a van, a huge van in red
Giant men carried animals and dumped in the van
Shocked I was to see the sight and reckoned their plan

Why was my monkey friend inside, for what purpose?
It was clear as I read the van’s name, ‘The Great Royal Circus!’

Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012

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I am sitting in my cell staring at the walls
Wondering why I didn’t see the pitfalls,
My Mama always told me; “my son beware”
When I close my eyes her words I still hear.

I thought I was the king, sitting on the blocks
I got much respect as I sold my rocks,
Had money in my pocket and clothes to wear
I never thought I would end up sitting in here.

The girls, I used to have them by the score
Now that I’m here I don’t see them anymore,
While the paper flowed they got their share
Now I realize they didn’t really, really care.

The boys in the hood they’re still living large
I took the fall and I alone faced the charge,
My time’s soon up, to that life I won’t return
It is tough in here, my lesson I have learned.

I’m treated like an animal locked in a cage
Inside of me is an uncontrollable rage,
The things I did I know they were wrong
I think of you Mama and I become strong.

The heat is unbearable, the nights are cold
Prison is no place for a man to grow old,
All around me I see misery and strife
Being locked up in here is a waste of my life.

I am counting the days until I am set free
I have no friends, there is only me,
I rise at dawn and I work until night 
When I get out I will live my life right.

I miss you, Mama, and that’s the worst part
I know that I must have broken your heart,
All I can do now is sit and wait
Until I can walk through freedom’s gate.

© 2016 Donovan T. Turnquest

Copyright © Donovan Turnquest | Year Posted 2016

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                                     Life as an Addict


                         Life as an addict, life as an addict
                       Life as an addict is like running into
                            A reinforce cinderblock wall
                                    Losses after losses 
                                           Virtually
                     Ending in a jail cell or luxurious casket
                      Day after day the addiction keeps at it
                                           Eventually 
                                Opening doors to the soul
                          Stepping inside leading you down
                               A wicked and dark passage
                                           Ultimately
                                     Leaving you naked
                                  Clinching your wounds
                                      Shattering dreams
                                      Low self – esteem
                                    Thoughts in captivity
                                          Life of misery
                         Life as an addict limited imagination
                                 Waste of God’s creation
                                          But forgiven
                                      Evil, dark passage 
                                  Reinforce walls, jail cell
                                Lost soul, luxurious casket 
                            Life as an addict, life as an addict
                                        Life as an addict.

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2008

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So you wanna supercharger
Make your car so much faster
Four laws you need master
Will make it a hot rod blaster



Supercharged, supercharged
On your clock the air in bar
Supercharged, supercharged
Engines rammed with air so hard



These things you need to know
Pressure, temperature and flow
The fourth should all be equal
One mistake could be lethal



Did you verse yourself in class
Study chemistry on your ass
Do you know you got the flow
Air mass quick or slow



Understand the molecules of air
The table elements do you dare
It seems there’s a kind of draft
Different gases’ just seem daft



Hot or cold it’s needs compression
Pressure should match expanding session
Do you need a vacuum lesson
Draw or blow that’s the question



Thermodynamics wrapped up in one
Physics state laws to work and run
Remember the rise, remember the fall
Engines work better, when they're cooled


© Copyright 
K.C.Leake
28th October 2014
All Rights Reserved

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2014

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There's no Category form for Rap,
But I'll Rap anyway,
Sometimes the World moves on leaving
The Youths sort of in charge - Apple, Facebook
Amazon you name it.

Who owns websites, millionaire-like
While Yesterday folks almost halt singing:
"Work hard for your degrees, you hear!

Nothing wrong with Universities, Colleges,
Technical Schools, for who will make Laws,
Engineer us, Teach us, Architect us, do
Scientific Research?

Do what makes you and Nothing will break
You in a Category to Celebrate you; but
Some education is needed too.

This way no one can Misfigure you
Account-wise, Money-wise, Planning 
A future full of youthful endeavors!

The sky is the limit grandma used to say.
So Reach high in that sky and do not be limited,
For God, Country, Family and Self!

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015

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It is more for you
For me I’m done, for me is just a little
I count by eyes blinking
I alter by tongues twisting
One, two, three
Ask yourself, why are you here?

I give you one
You are here for studying
You are here for subject studying
Hug your education as your mother dying in dark
Like your food in drought

I give you two
You are here for studying
Nothing else but your subjects too
Find knowledge for any strength you have
Likely in bible you believe

I give you three
You are here for studying
No more but your environments
They may do positively, study them
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying.

Your cracked hut, to where you sleep
Reflects poverty of no wealth
I know your mind is active
Don’t dump it into poor temptations
Count one, two, three you are here for studying

It is because they don’t know the meaning
Now you’re wearing dirty and toned clothes
Parents of yours converse in clubs
They remember nothing but alcohol
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying

You better say no to your sexual drives
Because your sister was chased out of school
Hold a nameless child in her womb
Likely to your brother; dancing in poor peer groups
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying

You will take a promise of no lie
You’ll achieve; wisdom, skills, and attitude
As long as you study in big three
Remember the world is waiting for you
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying
_a dream speech of a parent in schools

Copyright © Abed Anthony | Year Posted 2015

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Work seven till five - to stay off the street.

When I do overtime  - come home dead on my feet.

Seems month after month - can afford less to eat.

When they raise my rent -  could be out on the street.

 

My car’s fairly new;  got a decent TV.

My home has a view.  The bank owns them, not me.

I went back to school, got another degree.

Still work like a fool - cause of the ‘conomy.

 

Ain’t yet had a raise - since the day I was hired.

Each check buys me less.  Cost-of-living gets higher.

My one biggest fear’s - that I’ll never retire.

I’ll be working somewhere - ‘til my ticker expires.
 

Ain’t yet had a raise. Come home dead on my feet.

Each check buys me less - Can afford less to eat.

My one biggest fear,  since the day I was hired:

I’ll be doin’ overtime  - until my ticker expires.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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This poem came about by a discussion at work describing a memphis burger and a classic one. I told someone they flowed together and they didn't believe me so I wrote this:

I went down to memphis
There was this, classic chick
With them hips, and red lipstick
A kiss so delicious that
I promised to this miss I would not dissapear
But I was dishonest, I thought I made it clear
That this situation between the two of us
Was not serious But she was delrious
Became so furious that
That month she had two periods
It only takes one to end my sentence
25 to life, Im not doin the time on that sentence
Doesn't matter if she gets me presents
Don't care if she gets madder that I am not present, 
yet she gets sadder cause she still feels my presence
It wont be pleasant, if she doesnt let me leave peacefully
So I packed my things in the middle of the night
Took off asap so she couldn't pick a fight
Flew right back to my little house on the right
Split so fast like Kim Kardash was my wife
Realized that I just dodged a couple of knifes
It seems whack, But I just had to run and hide
This commital thing isnt for me
I am brittle, I crack too easily
Got to be careful cause I need Room to wiggle cant be
Strangled or tied down, I know It'll come back around
Hurt triple the times when karma
Shoots me down from the sky
So for right now, sayonara, beddy bye
Nice to know ya, good night

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

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The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know 
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally 

I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
 some that are so blind they can not imagine! 

The things one can do
The things one may hide

A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair 
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing

A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear 

A fear of ourselves 

An unwritten book with no pen to write with

Voice of reason

Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2011