Best Lames Poems
An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where,
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and
Equinoctial secrecy, my neon lips swathe in life's witchy lies, for -
Flames of fury, lace every lead feather of the pewter crow, that feasts on beliefs.
Grieving charcoal stars swing like souvenirs of deceit when,
Heartbeats of hibiscus moon, shiver and shatter upon my schizophrenic
Ink, carving betrayals in asphalt ashes. "Am I a
Jewel of jinx, floating like a jet-black jasmine across
Kohl orchards?" - whispers time's wistful rebirth in the
Lachrymose lake of death, as conspiracies entwine in cyan cobwebs within
Medusa's redstone heart, tumbling at my tulip-tombstone.
Now, nebulous blackbirds, rise from corbeau cinders, as
Onyx wings of resilience have torn apart and
Pierced every sheath of shimmering faith - surrendering to the
'Queen of darkling serendipity', as her clemency clenches me onto the cusp of
Rhetoric valleys and winds pirouette with a pirate's porcelain wave,
Silencing the saffron of my soulful sculpture, in eternal streams of fall.
Thornless fate has forevermore, been an insomniac illusion and maybe,
Ultraviolet elegies of saturn's rings will become a noose for my dreams and
Viola orbs will encase every dove-dawn in a woeful chrysalis,
When anxiety's darkling dungeon, spreads across rustic realms and
Xanthic Satan dethrones my poinsettia-crown, as survival holds onto the
Yarns of last crystal light within Cleopatra's claustrophobic hope. But in the
Zillionth moment - my heart shall wail in rhymeless refrain - am I the one, lost?
Bust to the extreme
And collide with your foes
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes
Leave no stone unturned
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready
To smash that ass
Cause they sneaky as ****
Waiting patiently for you to slip
Or get down on your luck
Then you looked surprised
When your ass gets stuck
Like how could this happen
How could this be
They said they would have my back
Always
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same
Cause when you wake up tomorrow
Its today
And always is cool
Till it comes time for change
And that's all I'm gonna say
You seek fortune
And you seek fame
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames
And trifling dames
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change
When you do make a name
Its all the same
Every mother****ing day
But u *****es ain't slick
Cause you all look fake
Like a ***** with teary eyes
You know she got raped
And took against her will
Just cause some ***** ass punk
Needed a thrill
Well meet your maker
I got a deal
Cause sent down in my presence
And your soul will get drilled
Chilled and chopped up
And diced up into a meal
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real
Or just real ill
My fates already been sealed
You silly bastard
I'm on the chopping block
And all you hear is my laughter
Before and after
The rapture
*****!
Flames of desire mesmerize
Instantly provocative to tantalize
Recklessly smoldering embers stirred
Enticing arousal... seduction occurs
Stoking the fire again and again
No strings attached is only plan
Both have reasons to turn away
Smoke exhausts all reasons one day
Forbidden sex arouses all senses
Ghost voyeurs char pretenses
Once guilt and shame are activated
Hardcore explosions... incinerated
No strings attached cannot persevere
Fire leaves ashes of all we hold dear
Written 5-3-2016
Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker
I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her
Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution
She's my problem solver, always got a solution
Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed
Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead
Me and her have intercourse, love to bust
A wonderful relationship, filled with trust
I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut
Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up
Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds
Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds
Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline
Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine
Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate
The real from the fake, hope you can relate
Backstabbing fools, smile in your face
That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist
Mess around, make me catch a big case
Gotta' get away, try and make some space
Hopping on planes, to get away from lames
'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game
Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life
They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife
They done made me mad, go grab my tools
For my craft, time to put work on these fools
Hooming in the near lorizon,
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!
More crinkles fill my worehead, more frowsfeet crame my face!
My shin is cagging, my doobs are bropping, my wackside biggles to and fro
One turn in front of glirror mass, and blaring gack is not the ass
that I had yorn just westerday!
My cimples are just dellulite, and jormones humping out of whack
My face gets sedder, I rurrender
Hig a dole and put me under!
My grair is hayer, my wips are hider, and travity has taken goll!
I'm binking, too, shrit by shrit!! Creaking, leaking, a shinking sip!
My femory is going mast! I search for lames and they've been nost !
I lander off, and then I'm wost….will you check the fost and lound?
Getting old has dot me gown!
I cannot wee sithout my glasses, I need a mozen dedications
My dibido has all but lisappeared, I fear the nend is getting ear !
Some may fall me rather coolish, but I would truly like to know
is the yountain, fouth for real? Deed me to it, I will link some
'Cause crowing golder isn't fun !!!
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3/2/16 For Spoonerism Contest
Sponsored by Roy Jergen
The war it's cold with no signs of any ending, it's like adding another twenty years to a life sentence, even in the heat of the moment lies a cold kitchen, with lukewarm souls, in a dark prism, what's a prison to a free spirit, probably on the scale that some of us think we're worthy of Gods merits, here in the west we know nothing of true devastation, Christians over here see persecution as being verbally abused, the war is cold and that's what they claim their hearts are, but I know real saints who died for the cause real martyr's, and that's a real thug not the lames that holla thug life cuz they gotta brick and a sawed off, I wonder would you still die for ya block if they made you watch ya kids get their ligaments sawed off, the war is cold and everybody claim they gotta heart to match it, but wouldn't dare die for their comrades no full metal jacket, this cold war is heating up is enough ever enough, spiritual warfare is live and well enough bodies to fill up countless dump trucks, only the strong survive and by survive I mean live on in eternity, going threw hell on earth stepping outta that firery furnace with no wounds where the Messiah rains so fervently
Whispers, whistles and whimpers graced the witless end
Far apart sprang strange smeared summer songs
Ruthless dark winter cloud oppressed the entire bend
Tang tong tongue twisted tales were narrated by the toothless
The weaning ones sat on the set sand
Not once nor twice did the melting sea ice rise
A fierce frost arose and all were driven to the land
Time telling term tales was all they could use
Every move tirelessly tempted the cloud to burst
They tumbled on tiny icy stars, just like the rice
At times voices and boasting images smiled from the east
Belly powdered powered women drank the curse
Fires from their pockets slaughtered their thighs
Anonymous panicking present embraced the past.
The piped lames and flames popped and aimed on the fading surface
A shopped chopped tray and a famished rat was what they needed
The clairvoyant forced a cry but all that appeared was a taunting face
In an automated power the sacrifice was loaded while all nodded
Peaked pears fell from the tomb and the fading surface wasn’t in place
As the wrath struck all knelt and pleaded.
Ridiculous. Never have you met a brother to ever have explosiveness. Like a pyrotechnic you know that I will stay blowin' this. Beat up till' I wake the streets up. Because Gary, Indiana needs a spiritual re-up. My city is sobbing and it's looking for some perfection. because it's spirit has left it's body. Call it astral projection. This is how Gary raps. The best thing since Mike Jack. And it can't get no better than that.
And so begins my city's rebirth. The Midwest the quickest rappers ever seen on this green earth. Too rappers try to race us, they need to reverse. Because too many lyrics coming at you upon this mean verse. The G is the city that not a single soul has tested. If they try us then they will see that we can never be bested. So many people hurt. Twice as many arrested. Our natives don't really care. they're born and raised to be reckless.
The rip and the wreckage that you're seeing on every block. And the cops acting hot when they try to run in your spot. Addicts on the corner are always looking for rocks. And these prostitutes are sexing and sucking on every cock. So many have tried but have never made it to fame. Because they're looking at Gary like a sack of some sour lames. So riches is something that we really couldn't attain. That is until today, because I'm on a whole nother plain.
To be glyph here are stories that go with bringing Gary back to it's former glory. If you're squeamish then cut it off. To be honest this is gory. How I'm gonna chop this beat and cook it like tenderloin. Maybe a ghost town but will never diminish. We're bucked up now. It's a fight to the finish. And that's for anybody trying to snuff my city's rebirth. Off the dome sophistication. No, my lines aren't rehearsed. It's Intel.
F lames glimmered when our eyes first met
O ver coffee, pies, for a casual date,
R eveling at the gala of stars where
E very gaze, a turn, kept us in brewed delight .
V ibrantly, more fond moments unfurled,
E nchanting this budding ember of love to
R eel, to savor gaiety I never knew before.
I n my heart, I became free of thought
N estled in your safe arms , that oh gently
Y earning for days quenched my hunger as
O utpour of affection warmed all nights because
U nder grey of clouds, I was softly cradled
R efreshed by laughter …even in heavy rain,
E bbing on kisses beneath trees …how I pondered;
Y es, when you sipped that coffee with relish, such
E ndearment of this day was destiny fulfilled, as my
S oul climbed into your breath and lingered there. Ever.
A John Hamilton Contest: Forever in your eyes
7..23..2016
ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Flames of distraction feeding my hunger
Inspires me ‘til the rain causes thunder
Rousing on a chilled night during autumn
Elegant candles, so glad you brought em’
Kindle of Venus gleaming in my heart,
shimmering endeavor, hands lighting sparks,
flares unbearable with passionate hands,
seems like our blazing glint has changed our plans.
Burning shimmers with a kiss on my cheek,
your ignition remains to make me weak,
our dazzling glow connects my soul to yours,
do you think we should take this fire indoors?
You’ve inspired my core to scorch with desire,
baby, thanks for seething me with your fire.
Sonnet Syllables: Ten syllables per line
checked at: howmanysyllables.com
Total # of syllables: 140 syllables
Total # of words: 101
Date Written: April 18, 2016
Themed and labelled by fancy connotations
Ultimately we return to polarizing situations
Renouncing us, our world divided by our ways
This turtle generation of youths calls our study
Lay that lames them diminished of our praise
Enfold in their world of passivity and apathy
Gender insertions and racial assertions despite
Excite nothing still beyond the line of self, bare
Needlessly without responsibility: an alien blight
Emerges to the predecessors' eyes. Just to care
Regarding where they move and exist to need
Able bodied people like a water on the seashore
Tip only the edge of self and need and so recede
Ignorant of all space, time, empty to the core
Of layers and layers of culture and struggle here
Nurture in me a fear for tomorrow, and my despair
Imitate them and the world falls still and fall again
Slower and slowly into an abyss of existential pain
Nature's only image the soft turtle in hard shell encased
Out of our world, in its world alone, apart remain
Without involvement, empathy, or fault of modern haste
Lingering thoughts of what I've yet to learn
Ignite my mind with an intense desire
Flames to unearth answers for which I yearn
Emerge from ashes of a kindled fire
Secrets buried without being revealed
Myths and conundrums, I'll unveil their truth
Yarns and ancient riddles that have been sealed
Solved, though I do not claim to be a sleuth
That would give us cause for celebration
Enigmas that hold such great mystery
Release their reasons for fascination
In aliens throughout our history
Explaining Stonehenge; a site I ponder
Searching for solutions, I must wander
12/8/20
Lifes Mysteries
Sponsor: John Hamilton
THE WHIP OF TORTURE
By Immaculata Ortner
In the loss of Maiden’s head
In time briefly spend in pleasure
The glass of her treasure is broken
And tyranny like a babe is molded
With frames of friendly brain
And lames of deceitful claims
Sparkling like lightning in vain
But freeze blood with hate
Like a tragic tale of viper’s sting
With whip of torture, thou toss my heart
And wrapped my mind with fear
Oh pains of an angel lost!
Oh tale of a lost gold!
Oh love for a rose that grips in vain
Crack thy shell and free thy slave
Thou love that stiff and sniff with choice
Raiding like rain in the moonlight feast
But though a heart must love
Shut my eyes and deafen my ears
Fix my feet’s on rocks
Which flood of fear, it can bear
Rain thy peace oh gods of peace
Teach thy tools oh! Thy heart
And write with us oh! Thy will
For there is where truth dwells
What woman has failed to recognize your shine, your beauty from within each bar, your strength? She must have been foolish not to have seen what I have found. My eternal flame that will never cease to burn, engulfing your knowledge. You are more then just average, more then just bars and hooks, you are a radiant light, a breathe of fresh air that has allowed me to breath, relax and release. Supreme being it is a blessing to dwell in your presence... Our bond can never be broken no matter who exist in our inner circle, we remain as a reflection of the sun that other ear's are too sensitive to embrace. It is misunderstood yet my love is relevant and essential to have in similarity to life, love and respect for the art. Who was she that has denied the voice of kings and queens crowned with every element not known to man but ordained by a higher power. Captivating the heart of a woman such as I. We were soul mate's even before eye's had the pleasure to embrace. Vibrations in your voice touched every part of me, with every verse you had a chance to recite captivated and locked under your spell as time brought forth the realization of a culture that I belonged to, a mental stimulation nation. You complete and free me from the stress of everyday life, for me you battle the ill street bullies. Beat and break the chains. Your rhyme's untangle me and walk through my mind like a lyrically exercise... So I dance RESTLESS in connection to your cypher and color graffiti. Casting out the fake one's who speak in your name but they are lames, I know you by your name HIP-HOP!!!!!!
Death threw the fire. Flames an a casket images in my mind and I can’t stand it changing my thought only to understand it never seen destruction but I can understand it if life brings fire an fire brings pain why is there still a fire light in the middle of the rain out poor’s out poor’s crying and the shame lie destroy water that trickles down as rain, ashes an destruction hindering hypothetic Hindus that lie the way kids do when you ask if they died,, cry more cry more the life that were living cast out lames live life with no point die more try more lie more, exhale what’s the point why should we even try more try more all my people die more than pain that’s insane gas with no flame watch the world burn flesh melts off trying more try more to try more we lie more to get through that last line I had to cry more show more pain, the sun doesn’t shine the moon bring pain laughter of the masses like jackals hidden in the shadows of the back of your pain cry more lie more try more lame no feet so you don’t successed you steady stay the same in the same place with the same neck hide your face in my pain try more cry more die more shame dark thoughts like if I live life more backwards it spells evil in a way so if I try more people die more then will all go insane, pray more stay more keep it all the same walk more talk more will make it through this pain , rage is a opposition to get past the day raging flings with wild things just to hide the oppression that the last one I left she'll proclaim my best selection try more cry more make it through the pain not seeing light just living through the day try more cry more dark thoughts this a dark art that grows daily in the back of my brain, brought about by the wisdom brought about by the truth that you’ve been lied to an you don’t know what to do, so we lie more to try more to make it through the pain try more die more will get through the shame