Best Productions Poems
8MILE8MILE . . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where
I go I see them same old hoes
BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO
YEA YEA YEA
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know
rose blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA YEA YEA
She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she
blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA YEA YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ
UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP, C’MON UP
YEA YEA YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes, UH YEA UH YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
YEA YEA YEA I’M OUT
OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD
8MILE8MILE . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Let me tell you a story…
A story about life, where Solitude gracefully glides into the room, wearing a loose fitting gown, draping her curvaceous form. Piously she takes her place at the table of life, she is surrounded by Faith, Hope, Despair, Vision, Reality, and Fantasy. Furtive Destiny is seated at the head of the table, shrouded in mystery.
Faith is subdued, radiant, gracious and kind. Her reassuring smile gives life and courage to Hope. They share a unique friendship, if either of them departs, the other becomes reclusive.
Hope shines in the spotlight with Faith. She dazzles with magic tricks; lighthearted yet fragile. She holds her breath so often I fear one day she may not catch it. Optimistic Faith, reminds Hope to breathe in and breathe out.
Despair, clad in a dark cloak; averts his sullen glassy eyes. His temerity threatens and blind sights the spirit of Faith and Hope; vulnerable and frightened they reach out to Vision.
Vision is creative, casting Faith and Hope in life’s productions; drawing back the curtain of blindness, revealing hopeful possibilities.
Reality, a disciplinarian. He is strong and terse; building strength on the bedrock of truth. Discerning facts, sorting out fiction.
Fantasy, a flighty temptress, playfully teases Reality who becomes uncomfortable; secretly he admires her, especially when Destiny leaves the room.
Destiny holds the key to life’s fate. Confident and at times unforgiving; she never plays favorites. Wise, with the knowledge she solely possesses the power of our tomorrows. Reality is her soulmate, keeping a harmonious balance. There is talk they are involved, but Destiny does not reveal her private life.
Date: April 19, 2022
For: Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
Grammar verified on P.S. Grammar check
Placed 1st in contest
The piggy's in the truffle bucket
Eating all the truffles
I kick 'im in 'is snuffle-snucket,
I beat 'im with me buckles
But nothing ruffles piggy's knuckles
'e 'as to 'ave them truffles.
I write a lot of horror poems but those aren't what I've been posting at Poetry Soup (the horrors and fantasies appear in magazines and anthologies). Light verse such as "Snuffle" undoubtedly gives people a mistaken impression of what I write most, if this is all they see.
But I have always been especially fond of "Snuffle," originally written in honor of folklore author and Buddhist Darroll Pardoe, who included it in an issue of his letter substitute Pig on the Wall decades anon, and much later included in my collection Lake of the Devil: Poems of Morosity and Jest (Duck's-Foot Tree Productions, 1995) limited to 75 copies.
We encountered amongst the constellations
in the sky
Usually there's a question, but I never
ask why,Usually because the question
is rhetorical with no moral,
allusion with no conclusions,
introductions without productions
It was love at first sight,the everlasting
combination The love lasts long,
longer than hibernation
We both are intuitive and in touch
with the subleties of human interaction
I can help her fulfill her dreams
and ambitions with
my awe-inspiring satisfaction
sweetness is my weakness, but she made
it my force I see dark shadows in the sky,
with no feeling of remorse
For her, I can furnish a
love-steadfast foundation
She gave me Neptune and Jupiter,
and I gave her pluto and Mars
Im sorry, I made a mistake,
I meant to give her all of the stars
Speech of Tears – Zamreen Zarook
Drops of tears from our purl conveys a lot,
Each an every shedding has a ballot,
By identifying the core, our hands should allot,
Because, some might be extremely as shallot.
Chipper and blissfulness gives you cool tears,
Whereas in console and divesting flow hot tears,
Fear and pains give drains of tears,
Nothing that can be patch with dollars.
Some deliveries are automatic,
While some productions are acoustic,
Another drain says I am really bombastic,
Tears are at last solely cubistic.
They convey the emotions,
People go in search for solutions,
They become happy when they are with the precautions,
Reactions again as the tears, it’s the real abbreviation.
I jump up out of bed ‘cause the alarm clock is ringing
got a song sittin’ on the tip of my tongue, I start singing
I’m staring at myself tryin’ to make my lips turn pink
with the blow dryer in my ear, it gives me time to think
on the cocktail naps, can’t remember what we wrote
last night with the girls drinkin’ rum and diet coke
I smoked my last cigarette with the girls last night
the lyrics came fast from the left and from the right
something ‘bout a dance and dare to take a chance
could this be the one, be that one true romance
it’s only been a day, but I could kill for a smoke
last night with the girls drinkin’ rum and diet coke
(chorus)
in this chameleon color world filled sky high
let the rainbow colors just fly on by - fly on by
even those not usually seen - makes it all feel so pristine
and the ones that bleed and the ones that fade
shine bright in the light and in the shade - in the shade
I fall into bed and set the alarm clock to ring
can’t get to sleep this song on my tongue I sing
I’m staring at the walls lyin’ flat on my back
tossin’ and a turnin’ tryin’ to make it all turn black
can’t remember what we wrote, I wish I had a smoke
last night with the girls drinkin’ rum and diet coke
(chorus)
in this chameleon color world filled sky high
let the rainbow colors just fly on by - fly on by
even those not usually seen - makes it all feel so pristine
and the ones that bleed and the ones that fade
shine bright in the light and in the shade - in the shade
(chorus)
in this chameleon color world filled sky high
let the rainbow colors just fly on by - fly on by
even those not usually seen - makes it all feel so pristine
and the ones that bleed and the ones that fade
me and the girls got it in the shade - in the shade
written by
Warner Baxter and Louise Vorster
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
A duet (Palestine & Israel) in the style and melody of Home On The Range
a humorous satire in song parody of over 4,000 years of jealousy
(Palestine)
Oh, give me a land where no Hebrews stand
where Palestine could live and shine
where seldom is seen a Rabbi or ‘stein
and Jerusalem could be all mine
(chorus)
Land, land without Jews
where Palestine could live and shine
where seldom is seen a Rabbi or ‘stein
and Jerusalem could be all mine
(Israel)
You don’t understand, God gave us this land
where Palestine would hate and whine
where seldom it seems, peace is a dream
and Jerusalem should be all mine
(chorus)
Land, land of the Jews
where Palestine still hates and whines
where seldom it seems, peace is the dream
and Jerusalem shall be all mine
a parody to the tune of 'Home, Home on the range"
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Donkey’s in the land of Israel in the 1st century,
Were used to carry goods about the country,
But could also carry women, children and the ill,
Because they were strong and quiet, did chill.
So when Jesus entered Jerusalem on that day,
On the Sunday before his crucifixion, away,
He deliberately chose a donkey to ride on,
To communicate effectively, with abbreviation.
A donkey was premium to the professions,
The areas industry’s for selling productions,
Which depended on donkeys for transportation,
For their future and reputation’s momentum.
So Jesus was saying by riding that donkey,
That he was key to the wave that they did see,
That how his death was remembered, thought,
Would determine the legacy that he’d wrought.
Also, he assumed a sensitivity by that ride,
A vulnerability that he had and he felt inside,
Because he took the place of a fragile person,
Suggesting that memories were your liaison.
So he won and achieved a triumphant entry,
Because he proclaimed himself Christianity,
And that, just like a child, he needs lifted up,
Onto the donkey, where there’s a warm cup.
Oh Miley C, Oh Miley C, Oh Miley C
I don't like you, Miley C
I hate the way you sing
I hate the way you swing
I hate the way you sing
I hate the way you swing
Oh Miley C
will you stop being crude
will you stop being rude
will you stop being crude
and stop that attitude
Oh Miley C
well you're not very cool
'cause you act like a fool
well you're not very cool
send you back to school
Oh Miley C
Oh Miley C, Oh Miley C, Oh Miley C
I don't like you, Miley C
I hate the way you sing
I hate the way you swing
I hate that you're crude
I hate you're bad attitude
Oh Miley C
Oh Miley C, Oh Miley C, Oh Miley C
I don't like you, Miley C
To the tune of CCR’s Oh, Susie Q
A parody, Weird Al style
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Why would I care enough
to open your recipe story?
Why don't I care enough
to pour you in to enrich mine?
I love your wild seasoned willingness,
can't say the same for our salty willfulness
to exchange our sweet belonging
for side-by-side sour longing.
for being karma's relentless instructions
when we could more peacefully
become simple incarnate
co-productions.
Prime cooking together
feeds my soul to yours,
organic compost
sublime breakfast
wild voiced beings
with choices
stir-flying nice.
Freedom from recipe's half-baked inwardness
evolves freedom toward half-fried out hypothesis.
Natural nutrients grow strong values
folding our stories with care.
"Her productions are perfection every time,
allowing all viewers to easily follow the storyline.
While other reactors react like wanna be celebrities,
Jules reacts real, unscripted, naturally,
and she does so with the most endearing personality.
So if you enjoy reaction videos on YouTube, like I do,
then Jules Reacts is the channel you ought to subscribe to."
This has been a BILLYtheKidster Jules Reacts review.
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE, AND ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN MERELY PLAYERS;... AND SO HE PLAYS HIS PART... LAST SCENE OF ALL,
THAT ENDS THIS STRANGE EVENTFUL HISTORY...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: 'AS YOU LIKE IT.'
I learned to face life without the concept of fear, unlike many others
weighed down in chaotic cynisism and pessimistic notions of doom.
I refused to allow anything to take firm hold of me with its druthers
or stifle me with trivialities, coloring my world in shades of gloom.
I thought of life as a stage, where I portrayed characters in productions,
donned costumes in myriads of bright kaleidoscope patterned fabrics
but I'd never been handed a written script or given acting instructions.
I portrayed a troubled teen, then played the part of a nurse in geriatrics.
There have been moments when I smiled as a comedian who's masked
and for a while my world was filled with hysteria to the point of laughter,
but when sadness touched me, it left a hollow chasm. That's when I asked
God to get me through the Apocalypse that changed the world thereafter.
It was all just a dress rehearsal in a world that had spiraled out of control.
The theatrical stage replaced with scenery, created without human flaws.
And the cacophony of voices I heard were those raised to praise and extol
God's restoration of Paradise, worthy of perpetual encores and applause.
September 21st, 2017
Eight Word Challenge-4
Host: John Hamilton
8 Words used in order of their appearance:
CHAOTIC KALEIDOSCOPE HYSTERIA HOLLOW
APOCALYPSE SPIRALED CACOPHONY PERPETUAL
Enhancing the College Application
By Elton Camp
“I graduated first in my class,” claims Joe Adams, but yet
He doesn’t reveal that they were lined up by the alphabet
Suzy boasts that, “My classmates voted me into Who’s Who,”
But hides that for “Most Likely to Fail,” her class picked two
“On the school newspaper,” Robert says, “I worked very hard,”
But omits that after only one year, for incompetence was barred
Bill Bart boasts, “To spend one summer in Europe I didn’t fail,”
But he doesn’t mention that it was only because he was in jail.
About taking her time to finish school, Mary boastingly dwelled,
But failed to mention that it was because she had been expelled
Buzz says, “In my senior year I demonstrated I had special might,”
But doesn’t explain he proved it by winning a wild campus fight
As class treasurer, much time and attention May states she spent,
But doesn’t feel the need to mention the charge of embezzlement
Dan notes, “To pay for my college expenses much money I made,”
But doesn’t explain that he did it through his bustling drug trade
According to Will, in producing media he soon became an expert
But conceals that his productions were *********** and such dirt
Patricia let it be known that of the senior class she was president,
But doesn’t tell in detention was where most of her time was spent
All of these found that for the battle for college admission to win
Each of their experiences must be given the most positive spin
But whether or not these devious little tricks will work very well
Actually, only time and the desired letter of admission will tell
your life you don’t care
you cuss and you swear
you play those games
think you’re Jesse James
cause friction and heat
live your life on the street
you’ve been poppin’ pills
you've got over due bills
you’re drunk all the time
drinking whiskey & shine
but your time is run out
and there aint no doubt
(chorus)
you’re a renegade Yeah
an outlaw renegade man
a renegade yeah
an outlaw renegade man
you’re like an angry child
crazy, loud and wild
you play that rock ’n roll
it was born in your soul
you’re fast on the draw
but you can’t beat the law
(chorus)
you’re a renegade yeah
an outlaw renegade man
a renegade yeah
an outlaw renegade man
renegade renegade renegade yeah
outlaw renegade man
renegade renegade
written by
Warner Baxter and Take Cover
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
PARALLEL ARE THE RAILS
(PRE-VERSE 1)
Feeling all alone
Cast away like a stone
Few friends what I got
True friends can’t be bought.
(VERSE 1)
Living is a joke
Think I’m about to choke.
Lookin’ at you
Lookin’ at me
Mirror is true (but the reflection is cracked)
False truths won’t set you free.
(Pre-Chorus)
I got my time
I got my rhyme
Beggin’ for a dime
Beggin’ for your time
(Chorus)
Bittersweet is the love (Sweeter than the lime)
Smellin’ like a clove
Burnt up in a stove
Rotting in a grove
Shrapnel of hardened nails
Pouring down like the rain
Storing away the parlayed pain
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
(PRE-VERSE 2)
Heavy is the stone
When you’re all alone
Many friends were not what I thought
False friends are easily bought
(VERSE 2)
Drowning in the smoke
Deception is no joke
Reflection of you
Reflection of me
Mirror is true (but the reflection is cracked)
False truths won’t set you free.
(BRIDGE)
Dreaded are my locs
Dreadful are my thoughts
Locked away in my cerebral box
Cast away like abandoned lots
Got dreadlocks down below my needs
Beatles in the sound
Help me get around
Got hair like my ancestral Swedes
Brain damaged by Floyd
Brain examined by Freud
(PRE-VERSE 3)
Can I get a fix
Feelin’ a little sick
Like when I was six
Trippin’ over a stick
People like to stare
Like I’m some disease
But, I don’t care
I do as I please
(VERSE 3)
Ridin’ on a train
Lookin’ for a change
Freedom from the chain
Leaves me feeling strange
Lookin’ a little strange
Beaten by the chain
No time for change
Ridin’ on a train
(Pre-Chorus)
I got my time
I got my rhyme
Beggin’ for a dime
Beggin’ for your time
(Chorus)
Bittersweet is the love (Sweeter than the lime)
Smellin’ like a clove
Burnt up in a stove
Rotting in a grove
Shrapnel of hardened nails
Pouring down like the rain
Storing away the parlayed pain
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions.
David A. Porter 3/??/18