Best Rapid Poems
A breathless voice hissed from just behind the child’s
left ear,
he glanced back
to see no one there,
his mind was filled with the thought of death,
his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath,
and as if he had been running,
his face in the mirror darkened suddenly,
his emotions would hide,
his eyes wide,
his mind flips,
then a silent vow seemed to emanate
from his tightening lips,
he feels his heart rate,
racing,
his emotions now pacing,
his sanity dissolving before his very eyes,
he then feels some inner cries,
the child stared,
unblinking at his reflection,
he feared,
then a ghost appeared,
with a flicker of poorly concealed distress
in her eyes,
“ Run!”
Then in a second, before it was done,
it had to be fate,
because it was simply too late,
reality displayed a fact,
and the home invasion had a rapid impact.
Rapid Response Turtle Team, R2T2, is their name, saving is their game!
They’re ‘Mary River Turtles’, headquartered in a submarine, but not tame.
Forever, on call: a better bunch of blokes, you've never met, is my take.
No one ever drowns, or leaves hurt, with them here, in this our Troll Lake.
They’re days are full, with Dragon, and the Troll Lake crowd, running a muck.
Imagine how, when Dragon barbecues, his fires get out of hand, yea, that sucks!
Fire hoses and extinguishers are these blokes’, most favorite playthings of all.
They even hand out towels, if you got wet, when the fires are put out, I recall.
Not to mention how great they are when Dragon begins to hiccup or sneeze.
Or when our penguins trip and fall, like little pinballs, yep, them, they retrieve.
But it’s always worth the trouble since; they’ve become family, true and tried!
They also teach safety and first aide classes, yes, they’re definitely, certified.
Apparently, we ALL are, here at Troll Lake, or so everyone seems to imply.
I think I know what they are getting at… And perhaps they are right! Sigh!
But the Rapid Response Turtle Team, are the best blokes, on this here earth!
As they command the hose, and it throws them all around, we fill with mirth!
It’s like riding a bucking bronco to them… but some how… the fires do go out!
They even have a medic mobile made from an old kids’ wagon, fully decked out.
Anyone, who can bring a submarine into our lake, sight unseen, can do ANYTHING!
It’s said: they’re agents sent, to protect Dragon, an endangered species. Honestly!
But, I think they’re here, to protect ‘US’ from Dragon’s, daily… dished out travails.
The Boo Boo’s he inflicts, are too numerous to count, between his fires and that tail.
They came to gain their muse, and be entertained by our daily, free for all, they say.
At night they’re guitars DO sing, merrily on, about all our crazy exploits, each day.
With pink tinted shells, and green algae Mohawks, they look like a true punk band.
And they say the submarine’s yellow, to honor some great and famous rock band.
Yes, they are a tad bit strange; but that just makes them fit in, on this, here land.
And we couldn't imagine life without them… They truly are… really, great lads!
You think you’ve got rhyme but you’re blind
I’d go up against you any time
These here rhymes are so smooth
people think I’m a mime
Vanilla cool collected
I’m the definition of “sublime”
My words are complicated simple
yet they easily intertwine
Try looking at the sun
to escape my super shine
I burn metal to dust
with each and every line
You want a part of this?
Step up so you can see
what it means to be fine!
You think with me
these are blows we’re trading
I’m worried less I confess
as I watch you fading
Forget your pontificating
feel my words erasing
Verbs nouns making sounds
adjectives educating
The logic of me
goes beyond debating
Drink me down like vermouth
my words are satiating.
Things I’ve seen are mean
but still I keep my words clean
I’m not interested in creating a scene
Yet not one to bow down
to any King or Queen
Stronger than the tower of Pisa
see how far I can lean
Breaking the silence barrier
and everything in between
Watch how our worthy words careen
I’m old fast n furious but no has-been
Inside my mind I feel like a teen
Rhyme once or twice
or four times three
Whatever you’ve got
it’s no worry to me
You’re swinging on a rope of hope
tied to the wrong tree
If that’s all you’ve got
you might as well let it be
Even though you’re next to me
Who do you think they’ll see?
You think you sting like a Bee
But I pack a punch like Mohamed Ali
If you step back in the ring
we can make History
I couldn’t resist, I wrote this piece after reading Nick Trim’s “Hyper Active Rhymes II”. No disrespect intended, this is all in good fun.
Rapid river runs,
rampant, raging raucously –
Releasing rancor.
Rapid City, South Dakota
I always like Fall best
You can eat buttery pancakes
From huge Ihop
And Omelets
And Toast
And skillets
And lots of Reese
And Butterfingers
And Twix
At the colorful gas station
And listen to
Nice relaxing music
On the hill
At the Mt. Rushmore
And go to the Corn Palace with
My friend Troy
And go to the baseball game
And watch the sunset setting
There’s Nothing Like a Good War
There’s nothing like a good war.
I watched a video of men killing men
Rapid fire, rapid death, rapid fear
When will we ever learn? Never?
It’s in our DNA and used against us
Goad a man, tell him his country needs him
Tell him, to go kill the villagers
Tell him, they deserve it. His gun needs
To by fired, it’s bullets like him are
Expendable, always more to take their place.
Nothing like a good war, a noble cause
Which has God firmly on its side
Thought up by a presidential psycho
On his yacht on a Sunday morning
While a calm sea and fresh breeze
Tickles the blond call girl’s hair.
A moment of boredom and an
Unprovoked attack takes shape.
A couple of weeks of genocide
Watched by a paid audience
Eating from the same trough
Wishing they’d thought of it first
No, there’s nothing like a good war
A gentle genocide, a worthy cause
A mother tells her son, fight or you’ll
Go to prison, certain death is much better
She gets his boots, ten quid and a
Medal. He gets eternity. Nothing like
A good war?
David Cox 12/06/22
Life is a stream that flows
never ending
It's waves surges towards me
and it slowly becomes a flood
As my emotions begin to sway
I feel a unbearable pain
Yet theres no one to comfort me
Since there's nothing to gain
Clouds gather
the rain is falling
Its resonance soothes my soul
Like a unknown calling
Was it all a dream
Or was it another conflict revealed
to me I must prevail
Because?
Is there a future
if there is nothing to gain
Your eyes are like two diamonds I fell into from far away
The steepness of them drowned me to the coolest point
I fell and hurt myself, but kept on walking to find your heart
Like red rivers under the ice your blood flows so swiftly
It kept on growing intense under my bare frustrated feet
Which drag me deep inside to the middle of your frozen heart
That spreads the red-hot blood I once have dipped my vein into
It stung so badly, but I bared the pain for your love.
I went too deep inside, I could feel the air beating the frozen feelings
Straight into my heart, they went and killed me with just an inhale
Right at the moment I stepped on the spot, where it used to hurt
Where I left myself, helpless, fragile, the me you knew before
Before it all ended with you dying on the floor
That we made together once, but you broke the law
To keep the ice away, far enough to pray the religion we created once
Not twice, impossible the fragments of it were
We learnt them by heart, and we saved them from the God.
I've ridden zebras on the Serengeti,
swam the wildest seas;
I've played golf with old Jack Benny
-brought Ali to his knees.
I've killed zombies in my bedroom,
a werewolf on the lawn
-fought vampires at the edge of doom
before the break of dawn.
I've spent the night with Marilyn,
had a beer with Gable
-watched Astaire's light-footed spin
with Ginger on my table.
I helped Howard Hughes with all his schemes
-sang with Elvis as they screamed,
but then, like life, just what it seems
-a crazy mixed up old weird dream!
Gilt-edged first light visions greet
zestful horde in trendy street
Luscious coffee bouncing bean
set alight a dormant scene
Pumpkin seeds dot fresh brown toast
eager staff cool vibrant host
Ghetto blasters rock and blare
raucous voices split the air
Backbeat sold on grey stone curb
manic newsstand with the blurb
Toil worn riser half asleep
speed bump traffic jam’s beep beep
Noisy dockland, wharf or pier
naval fringe cry, coast is clear
Blue horizon sky high quest
humdrum route dull second best
Stock exchange a whirling disc
budding Gordon Gecko risk
Rapid urban belt whose rift
spurs its city’s latent gift
Last summer
We drove across the country
Just the wife and me
10,000 miles
31 states
Three months on the road
I now know why people don’t live
In South Dakota
Hot, dry dusty
Windy as hell
Black Hills are nice
But after seeing Mt. Rushmore
There is not much left to do
Rapid City did not impress me
Nor did Sioux Falls
And wall drugs
Well the free water was nice
But it is a nothing town
In a nothing state
On the edge of the badlands
And the Sioux reservation
There is a reason the Indians live there
No one else wanted the land
And they are warehoused there
So I drove through Rapid City
And thought that it is the heart of Trump Land
The land of the forgotten
The left behind
Just another nothing burger of a State
In the middle of nowhere
Truly flyover country
Invadin my space,
energy I waste?
Not even close,
to finishin this race..
met you at the finish line,
others came up to slow,
a rush of adrenaline,
only one like me would know,
I almost hung myself,
with this lace,
I use to tie my shoes,
high up in the tree's,
disappear, without a trace.
Cut me down,
I meant cut the noose,
cut the bulls***,
I meant cut you!
Off the life support,
supporting life,
stabbing myself,
while you hold the knife?
Washing hands,
in a radioactive sink,
gettin sick of this kitchen,
time to burn it down I think.
It’s the heat of the moment
Which ignites into flames
The burning passion
That trickles down your veins
Calling it love
Until the lover deceives you
Passing his blood
While she provides the forbidden fruit
It’s the blazing fire that’s spreading
To eradicate the people still standing
Who carries the burden of slavery and colonization
From Africa to the Americas
So stand up for the cause
And put out the fire
Until it glows into a small ember
Protect yourselves before the fire ablaze
Turn away from the chaos
That runs through your veins
Don’t grab the fruit
Like the Serpent gave to Eve
And Eve gave to Adam
For him to bite into it
Or you will get burnt
By a rapid fire
Rapid rhyme,
who has the time
when steady and deliberate
is more delicately exhibited.
Giving it a try
but my fingers are denied
this rehearsed terse
is unfamiliar verse
dancing in nerve endings
poetic form I'm pretending
of exhibitional imposed prose
reveling mysterious majestic flows,
painting a picture more vivid
with words less inhibited.
Now I'm stuck
questioning my luck
at rhyme that makes me squeamish
tried failure or success, this contest is fiendish.
There was a time I knew nothing about rhyme, in a place with drugs and crime and I was crawling through the grime. Like looking through a kaleidoscope cause my only friends were alcohol and dope, I was on an extremely slippery slope.
Then came the fall couldn't walk had to crawl, I felt so small, behind the eight ball. While getting hit with wicked jabs cause my very soul it was trying to nab cause it's ultimate goal is to put you on a slab, by The Grace of God I was sent to Rehab.
Where I met a lot of good people, some weren't so and I was taught to stay in the know, put your pride aside and never go solo but let The Good Lord be your ammo for you are dealing with a wicked and unseen foe Hello.
I started to feel alright despite feeling contrite I could see daylight, with a strong feeling to write. A feeling I tried to ignore, thinking this is a real bore and completely out of sight, I'm not a writer, I can't write.
Then a word came to me first one, then two, then three, I hear write 'em down I see nobody. I looked again the words started to form a weird looking poem that was well out of the norm. What is this design? I had been introduced to Rapid Fire Rhyme.
Totally unorthodox and completely out of the box, am I delusional because I detoxed? Now it can be fun sometimes it will have me on the run because it can become very hard but The Good Lord is my hole card.
Many times I've walked away, It'll just bring me back on another day. Make me grab my pencil or pen and start to write again. You see, this Rapid Fire Rhyme has a certain design, once this I find, It'll go prime time.
Now conventional rhyme did adhere and gave me good cheer until the rapid fire rhyme came on the frontier, now conventional rhyme seems so yesteryear.
Because people, My Rapid Fire Rhyme is Purely Divine.