Here, again, I am; breaking it, once again.
The voice in the silenced void, for speak, I can’t avoid.
And you, once more, I’ll thank, for lettin’ me
Create here; but, just like always, I won’t take much
Sooo, now, I’ll “exit, left” .
Aah, wait now, I really enjoy this.
Boop to the bap, bop, and a hop to the hip,
And also, this is new… hoop to the whoop,
And a hoot with the scoot,
Ok, now, I’ll take my leave, cause bap to the beep,
Needn’t be too tall to speak…
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Ondy Not Sleepy vol 1
/Boom Bap Reverie
Crates cracked open in dusk-lit basements/
Needles tracing dust on grooves of gold, Soul samples looped—forgotten statements resurrected from wax, stories retold/
Basslines thump like city heartbeats, Hi-hats flicker, snare drums snap, old school wisdom in concrete streets, Cyphers ignite in a boom bap trap/
Chopped horns echo in subway tunnels, Scratch of vinyl, a DJ’s prayer, Freestyle poets, words like funnels pouring truth in the midnight air/
Apollo Brown dreams in sepia tones, Soul-worn records, crate diggers’ pride, Underground kingdom, built on bones of legends who never died/
So, spin that hour of rare instrumental. Let nostalgia ride the groove in every sample/ Hip Hop's past is still on fire/, and hip hop’s spirit finds its truth/
Echoes of the 90s Hip Hop
In the dawn of the nineties glow, Beats dropped heavy, spirits in flow, old school vibes, raw and true, rhythms that kicked butt shaped a culture anew/
G-funks smooth, West Coasts ride, East Coasts hustle, man, pride you can't hide, from Tupac's voice to Big L's rhyme, legends etched in the sands of time/
Boom bap beats and scratchin decks, Classic cuts that still connect, Undergrounds dance steps, popin' and deep, secrets that the old 90's school keeps diggin' on ya, that's for keeps/
Mix tapes spinning, smokin' joints alive, every rhyme a hustle, a story to survive, from Diddys
drops to Ice Cube's boombox stance, Hip hop's soul a fierce dance/
So, dig this, here's a high-five to hip hop's golden age, the craft, the passion, the music, rapper's rage, forever in our turntable hearts they stay, the timeless sound of hip-hop's "beat down" lies in its aggressive, stripped-back rhythm, take no prisoners sound, a blueprint for heavy social commentary/
Man, it's the message, hip-hop history, forever new/
NO FLEXIN/ Hip Spoken Word
Iconic slick rhymes/
trumpet beats sampled/
Latin soul grooves on Bronx Street/
No flexin’, just real 90's rap/
Hip hop flows into jazz, spoken word, soul/
jazz whispers into Afrobeats' ear/
a political word from Angela Davis and the Revolution speaks to Gil Scott Heron/
Nu jazz beats as congas play/
Bronx streets come alive with stickballs flying high/
Gil Scott’s voice/
singing for change that will never come/
a ghetto child,
runnin' wild/
hydrants spray/
cooling off the summer's day/
DJ BEND IN doin' his thing as the table spins/
John Lee's Hooker's blues N hip hop/
Hip hop and blues/ yeah that's right/
Thoughts flow free like a humming bee's sound/
Hip hop rap's musical notes make/
The Milky Way is a sound system for the universe/
underground hoops play for money and dope/
Miles does do bop on his trumpet/
tasty like a Mars candy bar/
do-wop, boom bap/
What a solid remix, man!
I'm diggin' on your track/
So, relax and kickback/
This is what It means to be free/
Here's a more detailed approach
you don't need to be advised or coached
our behaviours
the love language we use
us together is a lovely mood
actively listening
trying to understand
showing concern
just holding hands
a kiss as a reference
understanding her needs
knowing her preference
the act of pursuing
with the intention of affection
being consistent in each
and every direction
nonbelligerency
48 minutes is
2880 seconds
Cryostat to
materials science,
plasma physics,
and reactor design
Terms that describe
Fusion decency
they had argued over the taste of sweetbreads
with her not willing to taste it
.So he said his wife had a different story.
He made mention of both price and referenced it to
the taste of chicken: she'd bite!
"She said I thought the waiters name was
Thymus!" " he said, who is Thymus?"Dolce Bap;
the high level of anticipation, show stopping caliber
The taste of Thymus"
NO FLEXIN/ Word and Art/Tony Adamo
Iconic slick rhymes/
trumpet beats sampled/
Latin soul grooves on Bronx Street/
No flexin’, just real 90's rap/
Hip hop flows into jazz spoken word soul/
jazz whispers into Afrobeats ear/
a political word from Angela Davis and the Revolution speaks to Gil Scott Heron/
Nu jazz beats as congas play/
Bronx streets come alive with stickballs flying high/
Gil Scott’s voice/
singing for change that will never come/
a ghetto child,
runnin' wild/
hydrants spray/
cooling off the summer's day/
DJ BEND IN doin' his thing as the table spins/
John Lee's Hooker's blues N hip hop/
Hip hop and blues/ yeah that's right/
Thoughts flow free like a humming bee's sound/
Hip hop rap's musical notes make/
The Milky Way a sound system for the universe/
underground hoops play for money and dope/
Miles does do bop on his trumpet/
tasty like a Mars candy bar/
do-wop, boom bap/
what a solid remix, man!
I'm diggin' on your track/
So, relax and kickback/
This is what It means to be free/
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Thya thya thya
Ghaat laga k thya
Zoor laga k hya
Bap bara na bhaya
Sab say bara rupaya
Paar laga do naya
Thya thya thya.
Like rowdy teens all running for a bus
The gulls have seen the merest hint
That someone threw a crust
An unwanted scrap from Pret
The bottom of a wrap or the final soggy
Mouthful from a keytchup spattered bap
Sending fifty feisty squabbling birds
All rising in a screechy flap
Just the first arrive in time to dive
And wing away their beak-caught prize
Towards the winter water skies
Chased by the nearest losers.
The rest resettle in their line to wait again
Another time the unpredictable arrival
Of a sandwich part way munched
In the office lunch timetable.
BELFAST BAP
I once had full a Belfast bap
Then I had to go for a nap
It's a pretty big munch
If you have one for lunch
It certainly gives hunger a zap!
complex web of beats
when we deviate
from the accepted
norms conventions
we are alienated exiled
or even executed
she is eloquent
we kill our visionaries
misogynistic zombies
she is spread on the
wavy green grass pondering
our skin touching
biased weird perspective
perception of the ephemeral
intangible moment of love
boom bap with a bouncy twist
conceptual rhythms culminating in
abstract cerebral eruptions
aug 9 2016
tue 5,42 am
English is a widely used language
wherever you travel, it's found
So isn't it just a little ironic
that we English go mess it around.
The alley between rows of houses round here
is commonly known as a 'gitty'
but elsewhere a 'snicket', 'twitchel' or 'wynd'
and yet they're all the same, mores the pity.
A bread roll's a' bap' or a 'stottie'
a 'bun' or a 'nudger' or 'barm'
so why can't they call it a 'cob' like we do
surely that will not cause any harm.
The toilet's a 'Netty' or 'throne room',
a 'cludgie' or down here, 'the bog'
so to save any further confusion why not
just go do it outside like a dog.
To learn different words and new cultures
they say that you must travel far,
but if you live here in the United Kingdom
don't panic- just stay right where you are.
I feel the need to say a real loud poem,
A poem full of WAILS!! HOWLS!! and YELPS!!
It doesn’t need to be about anything at all,
But if it is then I guess that that helps.
AAAARR!! Now that feels better,
BOOM!! THRASH!! BAP!! WHAM!! and BAM!!!
Just like in the comics of old there’s a VRAP!! SMACK!! ZAP!!
Then a CRUNCH!! and a BIFF!! and a SLAM!!
Actually, in the comics of old, it was profoundly loud,
With all the yelling and fighting.
Those words were in yellow, in bright red shiny stars.
It was all so thrillingly exciting.
With a KABOOM!! and a THUD!! the hero saved the damsel.
Then a POP!! and a sudden KABANG!!
The hero was muscle bound, long hair and strong jaw.
Always one man against a whole gang.
Imagine writing poems where words can be invented,
Just block letters with two exclamations.
BONK!! or WHACK!! followed by WHUMF!! or PHOOMPH!!
Even your words are your own creations.
Written 19th march 2016 but never for any contest..... Till now :)
Long legged pixie hop. Circles in the grass. Encircled by the firelights. Duties in the pass. Awaken one oh global one. Assisting virally everyone. Mission paths on grasses. Enshrouded in such myth. Vital is the work of the coexisting cobra clan whose addresses to clams bring atunement. Timely in any environmental era. Couplets in goblets and patriotic frogs. Question not the passing passionate wisdom of a fried onion bap. With sauce. Mate always with harmonious courage and exact comedy. Movements of a fruit bake in a frilly skirt. Rapid is the judgement of a peeled potato. Succumb not to icing. Ski scrambled schools schooling scholars solarium solar systems structures dish dots dash haha xx compass. Xxz. Cup of tea then is it? Want some tea? Good. *** beautification *** ha ha ha xx classification ***
When peeling a roasted peanut take great care. It is often said to be the beginning if a shell cracks. It is to release. To exact the tension thus administering justice in panned out wisdom cups of cloven joo. A moo can be very intelligent for it can form a six mile circle which a wheel cannot break. Eating and playing doesn't show respect for edibles. But gardening is wise to pull out the weeds in the mind. Creating calmness calling calm. Causing cakes colliding clapping chaos. Chapters in chapels. And a big bap balanced. Gifted are fifty foot breasts on legs who arrive in mini dresses. Now all singing "puck peck baa puck peck baa hugh heeled moo in a very fast car". Tis merely the rhythmic essences then. Ostriches swim in lakes in the moon whilst goats can dive off planets. Question bit a dancing baboon or a prancing pig for both enjoy air and water is often used for flotation processes. Opening opened onions unions d hug egg fried rice xxxx pudding pouting...*** can one light up now. Northerly.....*** z. Illegal indoctrinating llamas. Xx queue ball..*** vaporised visions xx nil.
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