Best Phenom Poems

I'm going for the 
Gold,
My heart is in control,
Trying to succeed 
takes giant
G.U.T's
I'm a lion
from the ghetto
Just running 
through the meadow,
not looking for alliance
you can...

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Makama, Funom
a creative, precocious phenom
wrote the Canterbury Tales
whilst on a schoolboy vacation in Wales....

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I can watch them again,
grown men at a children's game,
the glory of the Show
on the TV screen.

For a while
I couldn’t watch,
knowing 
I’d been close.
A phenom...

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I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line 
like mine...

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Read this if you care about the world ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Imprisonment is meant for the sadistic, inhumane acts of evil and destruction of man kind in itself....

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Our Little Michael/Your Michael Jackson
 

Our little Michael
Begin his life in our homes
He danced in our living rooms
Like James Brown

He was raised in every small
Town...

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Once in a while it is good if we think highly of ourselves. As for me, I always do that, especially knowing fully well what...

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Having lived in multiple ports
Comingling with people of various sorts

Living in luxury or existing in squalor
Coffers full or down to last dollar

In town after town...

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A September call-up, pennant race;
Colossal bat and fresh young face.
Believed the hype and promised much
But found a pitch he couldn’t touch.

Fast tracked by coaches for...

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Step right up unto the latest craze
Doe bank baby trying to escape 
Big buck's double digit haze ?
A phenom horned in sound
Sweeping across its banks
Her...

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The super group ABBA is on it's way back
A new generation will learn why they led the pack
A Swedish phenom
Led the world in song
We all...

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The color of the midnight sky,
I am the color of indigo.
I am the smile after every storm,
I am the 6th color of the rainbow.
I exemplify...

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Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A woodland walk, a quest for river-grapes, a mocking thrush, a wild rose or rock-living columbine, salve my worst wounds.”

SUFFERING SEASON

broken…
the sediment...

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Trumphantly you pillage possessions and surrounded your memory with divinity 
a sentimental smile with hallucinating images as you walk down desecrators 
isle. A phenom thrilled...

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Pretentious twisted and envious psycho staring out the window the violence will numb you the fear will deify you curse the overbearing indestructible mind voices...

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