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Slams Destroyed Her Head
She was slammed by slam poetry, boo hoo!
Some folks wondered about the hullabaloo.
When bombarded with dread,
Sad thoughts destroyed her head.
Now, she thinks she’s a blithering cuckoo!
© July 17, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
you claim to be the Poetry Destroyer
but i'll destroy you
i'll kick you into touch because I know Kung-Fu
in linguistics I own a belt thats black
i'll leave you down and out with no chance of a comeback
when it comes to dissing i'm a pro
i spit it fast with a venomous flow
you just can't handle the words that I spit
so here's a razor now get those veins slit
i bathe in the blood of all of my foes
when i'm around better keep on your toes
or i'll leave you dejected
make you feel rejected
you'll begin to wish you'd never been selected
like a sure shot sniper i'll blow your mind
you'll find yourself in one hell of a bind
you'll be without a paddle up a certain creek
my style is strong whilst yours is weak
you've just been slammed by Danny C
now why don't you try and slam me
Our bodies are made from stars,
The lustrous sanguinity of speckled nocturne,
The dispelled chemistry of supernovas.
Trillions of years old,
Trillions of miles traveling,
We are children of spacetime.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Our psyche emerged like fire
From star formulas of life’s order.
Spontaneous beings,
We always were and will be.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Any omnipresent maker certainly expected
Our rollout in animated evolution,
And positioned us opposing
The universal drift toward chaos.
But assembled with molecules,
What then is our place in the universe?
Our bodies are made from stars.
I burn in a fiery blaze of disappointment for a poor judge to see .
Swallowed by hungry tears. Shallow tears eat my cheek.
The salty substance, similar to the oceans of life.
Washed away and swept off my feet.
I am a tiny speckle left of a winning dream.
Destroyed by a poets losing dream .
A poet destroyer.
The ocean of life washing away my short winded words,
along with my poorly judged tears in this oceans lair.
Knoked by a rock, out of my rhyming socks.A poet destroyed.
Just a shadow
of who I used to be.
My heart has been scorched
my soul sun bleached
Both full of holes
and ragged edges
I gave up what defined me
I dropped my morals
I raised my boundaries
and I've pushed everyone outside
of the walls I have erected
around me.
Still I smile
I hug, I kiss, I laugh.
All hollow, empty echos
of how I used to
The brightness that was me
has faded away
like old blue jeans
parts of me are worn threadbare
I can't get myself back
Who I used to be has died
I can simply try to play
this empty echos part
a simple understudy
an empty heart
a devastated mind.
On Wicked Kings And Time Destroyed Dragons
O foolish king, sitting on hollow throne
thy lost kingdom so dark, thee sits alone.
Embrace thy greed, measured in stolen gold
destroying people with your lies so bold.
O foul villain, in false pride laboring
greater evil thy own destruction brings.
Thy henchman, voices rarely taboring
singing false praise to their cowardly king.
O hideous dragon, thee shall find death
power will be taken from fangs and claws.
Cry , when fire is removed from thy breath
and silky-smooth is made thy wicked paws.
In thy deserved death, innocence is spared
scales of justice, the two hast been compared!
R.J. Lindley,
April 24th, 1973
SONNET, (On justice being delivered to tyrants and dragons)
I kneel by the ash heap of my country,
pulling out the charred bones of laws
once tender with purpose. A womb,
a book, a vote—each gutted clean
by men in ties who grin as they light
the match, who quote scripture
as forests burn and children cry
in cages built from policy.
My daughter will not inherit
a peace I once believed in.
She will patch what I could not protect—
clean air, clean water, a truth
without spin, a touch without price.
Her hands will be calloused,
her hope hard-earned.
It is not that we lost something.
It is that they took it and smiled.
As I look back over my life, my heart was broken but I wasn’t destroyed,
Many people tried to take advantage of me like I was some kind of a toy.
When I was a child, I had this fixation that I knew what love is all about,
I cried a lot because that was the only way for me to get things out.
As a teenager, I lost the dearest person to me, who was my mother,
I was angry with God because the pain that I felt was like no other.
My parents taught me how to be the best Christian all I can be,
When I finally got to know God for myself, I was definitely set free.
As I became older I carried around so much hurt and so much pain,
I know I wasn’t easy to deal with, but the family must have felt drained.
At times I had to express my anger by fighting and hurting myself,
The more I keep writing, one day I will see my book on the bookstore shelf
The most devastating thing I remember was the time I was raped,
At the time it was happening I didn’t have the strength to escape.
It also hurt when no one had faith enough to believe in me,
I tried to deal with the rape by becoming rebellious as I can be.
I thought by going to talk to a psychiatrist would have helped replace my anger,
Instead of making things better, he just helped himself on me and putting me in
danger.
I didn’t want to live after all these things that happened in my life,
If I had killed myself, today I wouldn’t have become a wife.
A lot of people thought that I wouldn’t make something of myself,
They would look down on me like I was some kind of weird elf.
Through all of this, God showed me what TRUE love was all about.
I have to give him all the praise and honor with a loud shout.
I was a type of person that was definitely misunderstood,
I just wanted somebody to take the time out with me if they could.
Well, the devil thought that I was destroyed but I was yet broken,
I can truly say that I’m no longer his rebellious T-O-K-E-N
As sin and perversion often
become integrated…
So many lives and families
are being “disintegrated.”
Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force…
It’s no wonder much of this country
is way “off course.”
The morality and values that once made a great nation.
Are evaporating…. Leading to a
“spiritual separation.”
Love, honor, and respect of God…
Is often a “thing of the past.”
Anything of God seems to be
disappearing FAST!
God is our only hope! And him alone!
Only he can bring healing to our broken homes!
He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds!
It’s only God that can meet all of our needs!
He’s our provider… The great: “I am!”
Won’t you reach out to him?
And give him your hand?
Why not give him a chance? And allow him in?
A brand new life for you…
Is waiting to begin!
May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach
down into our hearts…
Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!”
Is a good place to start!
By Jim Pemberton
remember to those whom think
Fur from the skin of a animal is a sin
to a degree this is true
in a previous poem .I also have written "tigers living free "
So I let you know I to am guilty ..
go back in time , I ask you.
Think about women before the day
The day women wore Fur and it was ok .
my mother died early
to early for me , I was only the young age of 20.
Through the years I remembered her scent
she left me with memories, in my heart was kept
I wish not to offend
so I will try and tread light
When my Mother died
The next day , her personals were taken
with many it was almost a fight .
I was left with a plate
until one day received a call
From the man she was to marry
before she passed that Fall
He told me how sad it was for him to see
his beautiful Brides room was torn up side down
looking for items of value to be found
He said there was one thing the Vultures forgot
Her mink coat she loved so much and she wanted me to have
He flew from Julian to Monterey , all in one day
last year I came into my room to pull the coat out
Mom's coat would comfort and warm my children at night
someone entered my room to destroy this coat we loved , out of judgment, it was cut . probably a small fortune it will cost , all because of some ones hate , I lost.
I ask we be kind in thinking next time a fur coat
maybe it is the only thing left one has to remember
maybe it is there to warm the broken soul that longs for
Motherly Love ~
This is a part 2 poem. A continuation from a poem called
The Day The Running Stopped. A Bio.
The tennis racket crashed down upon him
A boy just two years old
His Grandfather came in and saved him
Before life became dark and cold.
The monster came again in third grade
Beaten for a failing grade at school
To young to even know what failing was
But now labeled as failure and a fool.
Another failure came in ninth grade
Though he tested with high IQ
But he had a belittled and tragic life at home
There was no motivation to pursue.
At sixteen depression captured his inner soul
He grabbed the shotgun to make it go away
But the monster burst in before the trigger clicked
And then there was more hell to pay.
He took drugs to escape the cold reality
To calm the nightmares that visited every night
And no matter how far in his mind he ran away
He could never find the light.
He ran back into his grandfather's arms
To the man who saved him as a child
He helped him cry his pain away
His loving touch so gentle and mild.
He found God one night when he had given up
For God never once gave up on him
He finally found purpose at 27 yrs old
When gods light made him alive again.
Soft spoken like Charmin
The earth is down to you
You'd sacrifice the clothes off your body
in a winter storm
Forever putting yourself out of the photo
Loyal to snakes
Spearhead in your spine
future bright as a lit billboard at 2 a.m.
all for $2000
Now you live among rapists, murderers
talking only within
Came out of the closet to me
and strictly me
Regret fills lungs like butterflies
My oldest friend
Dreamt of being a pioneer
We sucked ideas from each others brain
World conquerors together
Helped Mrs. Stalworth with 1000 groceries
Taught the slow boy to double knot
This is not your destiny
You befriended me when I was fresh meat
Orchestrating fundraisers in our minuscule community
Catching game winning TD’s
Unstoppable on the field
Nicknamed sticky hands on the gridiron
Now off it too
What changed, pal?
Times get rocky
you taught me that
Why can’t you take your own advice?
Frustration boils like magma
Secrets deteriorate a person
like battery acid
Why didn't you confide in me?
Heroin destroys like tornados
My heart full of glass and impotence
I could have helped you, brother
I'm sorry I let you fall
off that never ending cliff
Poet Destroyer!
Billy the kidster got shot.
My draw is quicker!
Poet Destroyer!
The Joker was the punch line.
My slams entertain!
Poet Destroyer!
Your words have earned my respect,
And earned my challenge!
Poet Destroyer!
Do not underestimate
Your new challenger!
Poet Destroyer!
Tell your "boyfriend" that I said
"Do not miss a word!"
Out of nowhere I received
A call that brought me to my knees
Making me turn weak and shake
The news was more than I could take
It was shocking and unreal
There was nothing I could feel
Going numb and frozen still
I couldn't speak I lost my will
To control any emotions
Each one of my body functions
Just shut down and left me in
The worst kind of sad condition
That I've never felt before
I finally fell to the floor
As the shock of what I heard
Kept repeating word for word
Over and over it just played
My heart felt like it was slayed
Tortured knowing you wont be
Making memories with me
Since you were taken so fast
How long will this heart pain last
I can't replace what you have meant
Why did that fatal incident
Take away my universe
This tortures getting so much worse
Waking up without you near
There is nothing to compare
What I'm about to go through
Without days of having you
In my life to love and hold
My whole worlds about to fold
And crumble into tiny pieces
Until my life finally ceases
Disappearing into nothing
I can't survive without your loving
How did we end up so estranged?
We’ve loved each other many years
With words like swords we severed
Each others hearts to shreds last night
In grief I wandered through the day
Wondering how to stitch the wounds
Repair the damage we have done
But only silence answered me
Quiet so deep we screamed without words
Wounded looks we passed each way
A home with boundaries, we dared not cross
Night enfolds but sleep evades me even now.
We grown so distant you and I
I loved you once so much it hurt
But now the words; the damage done
Disdain consumes what love is left.