Best Lamar Poems
We sisters three
Do so decree
That these men
Know their sin.
Reaz, you mortal Fool
Illy was your sacred Jewel.
How could you endlessly cheat
And lead her on with such deceit?
We sisters three
Do so eloquently decree
That these foolish men
Never ever hurt again.
Lamar you are a lazy bum.
To crack you always succumb.
Leerie was a wonderful wife
Yet, your words wound like a knife.
We sisters three
Do so powerfully decree
That these thoughtless men
Feel agonizing pain within.
Daniel the monster you are
Never saw Kristy as a star.
She was just someone to beat
Whenever you felt other defeat,
We sisters three
Do so expressly decree
These imprudent mortal fools
Learn a new set of rules.
We rhythmically dance and sway
While words of ancient knowledge do play
Powerfully upon our very lips
During the Lunar Eclipse.
Our wish we do so prayerfully want
Your dreams we shall constantly haunt
Until you learn that your evil deeds
Will never ever fruitfully succeed.
(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
Constantly, does it leave on My mind,
a mental strain
Everytime, I think of how you died,
in vain
Upon leaving your mark here, a
hard to get out stain
It's funny, for I never knew you
were in pain
Yet, outside My window, down
came the Rain
How it hurts, that I'll NEVER,
see you, Again
If I hear Gucci Gang one more time I'm going to go insane
I went from being a tortured poet, to a music artist's music leaving me in pain
Repeating the same words for 2 minutes, you leave most poets pens ashamed
Out of all the new rappers, I couldn't tell you ten names
They're all the same, rapping about nonsense
Oh you take drugs and brag, thank you for the context
I'd rather listen to Nas, Rakim, Lupe Fiasco, Kendrick Lamar and stuff more complex
Lil Pump is as talented as an orange
Does he even speak a real language? Because everything sounds Foreign
Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Nas, Biggie, Big Pun, Eminem, Tupac, Bone Thugs N Harmony were the best people
Lil Pump, Young Thug, Soulja Boy, and most these new rappers make me jealous of deaf people
At least if I was deaf I wouldn't have to hear what they say
But they mumble their words so I can't make it out anyway
a dictionary of words, and these fools use the same 10 words in every song
These days rappers are all the same, there's no edgy one
I'm 25, but grew up on Jadakiss, Fabolous, 50 Cent, Game, and Wu Tang
So forgive me for not caring about these drug addicted bragging rappers with their new slang
Holding on to 80's 90's and early two thousands Hip-Hop so I won't lose touch
But I can't believe half the nonsense I'm hearing from this new stuff
When these rappers come on you have to Mute it
The best new rappers, are Cole, Kendrick, Nino Bless, Locksmith and Joyner Lucas
Sometimes holding on is good, but you need to know when to remove the hand
Which is now, because I'm going to go insane the next time I hear Gucci Gang
Do I regret it,
Regret the decisions,
Did I really want to live this life,
Do I want to continue it,
What should I do?
Do I regret,
Regret meeting you,
Did I regret forgiving you so many times,
Times that I was hurt,
Do I regret,
Regret trusting you,
Did I regret trusting you,
Even when I knew the truth,
I regret a lot of things,
yes I'll admit,
But I never regret,
Regret the decisions,
Commitment,
Meeting you,
Trusting you,
Being hurt by you,
Letting you hurt me,
Because I was blinded by love,
In love so deep with you,
But I can see now,
And I will never be hurt,
judged,
mistreated or anything,
because this is a new me,
A new Vernard Lamar Mays
Remembering the laughable times we shared,
Seeing that guilty look that you always gave,
When we laughed and got caught,
You will be missed,
Being the lovable and caring person that you are,
funny but also serious,
You will be missed,
You were Strong and wise,
Loved to cook and feed everyone,
but most of all for being loving,
Grandma you will be missed,
Embracing us with your warm hugs when we were down,
Guiding us with your footsteps after you followed Jesus' footsteps,
You will be missed,
Seeing the hurt and pain in our eyes caused by plenty,
You gave us encouraging words to get us through,
And for that,
You will dearly be missed,
Knowing you will be beside us,
To let us know what's right & wrong,
You will be missed,
Grandma in the midst of it all,
I will miss you soo much,
I wrote this poem just for you,
hope you can hear me!!
I love you and miss you!!
Vernard Lamar Mays
Sun in my eyes and bubbling tar
And one clear lane for me.
May there be no honking of the cars
When I put out to see
If such a creek as Shoal lies asleep
Too dry for suds or loam
And that witches brew comes out a toothless creep
While I throw up a bone.
Twilight and all's right swell
And after that I'll lark
May there be no gladness in Hell when
When, at the moon, I bark
And though from out my barn of shame and grace
The trees my bareness bar
I'll stoop to tie my shoes - lace to lace
When I have crossed Lamar.
(In Memory of Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
I'll never forget how you looked Me,
dead in the eye
As you, downhill on a motorbike, from
82nd did fly
Now, are We of any Physical trace of
you shy
And, I can't help but to keep wondering
why
On that fateful day of November 4th, you
had to die
When in the back of My mind, the answer
to that, did lie
Still, it does it No justice, your going to be
with the Lord, in the sky
Especially, if I can't let it go, No matter how
hard I try
Much like your Mother, crying tears to make
a well run dry
From the shock of losing you, and Not being
able to say: "goodbye"
Homage to Poetry (Formerly PoET a Tree)
By Brett Somers
3/19/16
Poetry is everywhere
It’s in our hearts
It’s in our minds
It’s the purest expression
Of human kind
It’s the breath
Of our inner creation
A touch of the divine
As they sing the lines
Of Dylan, Morrison, Kendrick Lamar
To the base of their idling car
They may say poetry ain’t cool
Wiser – They know
For poetry at times
Is an abstract old fool
My old hometown has a restaurant where,
the older men gather with stories to share.
Many are fabled and some “almost” true.
At times I’ve been known to stretch one or two.
Some craft their words like a lawyer on trial.
But the best are delivered in “good-ole-boy” style.
Some doosies, whoppers, and outlandish claims.
Trick is go just so far some doubt remains.
How big was that fish? How tough was that shot?
How fast were you going last ticket you got?
How hard did you have it? How bad could it be?
There’s always one better, just wait and you'll see.
With memories embellished, a sight to behold.
Legends are born from stories they’ve told.
They’ll say what they think if you give one a try.
There’s plenty of coffee. It helps if you buy.
I’ve saved up a few that I can't wait to tell,
from that old corner booth I remember so well.
So, if you’re ever in town, come by and we’ll stop
by the “Liar’s Bench” over at Joe’s Coffee Shop.
Dedicated to my grandpa, Lamar Gardner, and the Ellettsville, IN Village Inn where
he used to hang out. Every small town has one, go hang out there for awhile, you
might find a story or two.
The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Pin pom pom poppy head exploding erosive calamities. Haha eat a stew of dust and concrete with petrol fumes in a finest case. In a tunnel. Chop chop chip and a choooo choooo chooo but no luggage. Baggage is a drink driving drapery. And how cool is a Gatorade and how interesting the scatter of seeds grabbing a garter in an elevated garden in a bypass crawl. Xxxxx now eat. Pardon no patron. And mind no mind levels. It is to integrate to separate a chord from an elbow and fuel in a soup travels great distances in a leavened bowl. But bit no bite and break no bustier. In a negligee perform aerobatic circumferences across lights. Weeee weeeee eeeeeee reeeeee and a radio grinning and smiling from two little eyes of green. Greek goddess getting gods gratefully grating garbage. And an earthenware bowl. Dancing. Flotation. Footstool prancing in a nine acre field and answering a phone at this time is nevertheless seemingly stamping. A stomp thought. Not necessarily reflecting a wide angled view of beautiful sunset lit sceneries. Hahahaha but no hahaha. Now bake a cake ball and clap loudly. Then snore. Wow. A whoooooshing ball. Arriving. Boing boing boing. Great. Fabulous isn't it. Shoot score snorting shaping sharks shapely. And a green epitomized giant dancing around and around and around with 900 bikinis, a dress, a fish tank and a pile of misshapen leaves. So now play a nice game of croquet with eighty-nine frogs who have elevated seats. Haha dusk. Nice. Wow. Xxxxx travestational. Z z z z z
(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
That's what it must be. an Empty
tomb
For there's No trace of you, in
Mother Earth's womb
That is what I have come to
assume
Recollecting on November 4th,
No sounds of a boom
Despite, what remains Empty,
is your room
Still, I believe, your Spirit does
bloom
(In Memory of Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
A handsome, dreadlock-wearing Prince
was My Lamar
With Big, brown Eyes and skin like
tar
Who was destined in LIFE, to score
many a par
Until FATE, saw fit to lead him, some
place, far
Which to Me, still seems so bizarre
When I recall him riding with DeWayne,
in the car
And, them funning, like it's "happy-
hour", at a bar
How it hurts, that he can't be where
We are
Despite of his being in the heavens,
A Rising Star
For his departure has left upon Us.
an impending scar
Sometimes we like to do something for the story
we’ll tell afterwards. Buy a ’58 Pontiac, climb
a mountain in the dark. Lamar tells dirty jokes
with class, knows how to wait awhile, bend
a syllable and savor the laughter. We go on
with our absurd work, building a fence miles long
waste of steel and strong straight lodgepole pine
but even I don’t pine over it anymore. We’re
self-acknowledged children, fence is play and
livelihood also, but something cheerful as sunshine
for all the death it costs. There is so much life
a little death doesn’t matter. We stretch our muscles
the men feel like men, the women feel good too.
We stand around, watch a young rabbit one morning.
(In reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
I must be dreaming cause you
can't be gone
It's like FATE went:POOF! with
its Magic wand
And, that put an end to Our
forming a bond
Yet, I see You as My reflection,
in a pond
Now, tell Me, what type of
drugs am I on?
For, I am shy of the One, I've
grown Very fond
Many Ziegfeld Girls started out wearing costumes so fine.
We did not know them, but they were gorgeous and danced in a line.
This photo is amazing from 1941.
It has Hedy Lamar, Judy Garland and Lana Turner, what fun!