Best Slamtime Poems
(continued from part 1)
What is innocence
that little boy
whose pulling his toy
with it’s broken wheel
Do you think he doesn’t know that the price of that crack needle
Could buy him a meal?
Do you think he doesn’t, know
that that beer bottle
Is why he bares the bruises on his skin
Is it why he has to force himself to grin?
Is that little girl sitting with her perfectly coifed dolls
Singing to herself so she doesn’t hear the screams
Doesn’t she scream in terror
as her father bursts into her dreams.
And shoves her mom crashing into her little table.
Does she have to dream, to live her fable
And even then,
is she able?
Do you wonder what she is thinking
as she struggles to push the head back on her doll
or is it a way for her to merely, ignore it all
Are you watching with 20 million other viewers
A drone in your living room, a slave to a box
A fly in a web of airwaves
Do you think your government is doing the same
Or are they filling up
Graves
is there an agenda being played
as our minds are swayed
Is this distraction as innocent as it seems?
And that epidemic….An epidemic of having too much food
Begging someone please!
stop us from eating I cant see,
my knees
like it’s the bubonic plague
like we’re dropping like flies
An epidemic!
Could we build a memorial and carve on its stone
5 million died this year
from an this epidemic alone
we could… if we replaced obesity with
starvation
Is it ironic that the fat kids stomach looks just as big
as the starving ones.
What is innocence
Is a boy who just wants to spend time with his grandpa
He doesn’t understand
As his grandpa takes him by the, hand
And leads into the bathroom
To show him the darker side of man
That in that moment he’ll have to grow up
Faster then he planned
Faster then he can
What is innocence
Does it exist in this land
From the time were born
We stripped down, bought and torn
From violence to ****
We’re watched and mimicked
Our lives just a gimmick
To get in our little kids heads
Where innocence treads
To take away their bliss
The only thing that they were born, with
What is innocence
Does it exist anymore
Or in this day and age
Have we closed that door
Forever more?
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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--- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "
We can go blow-for-blow, toe-to-toe, or flow-for-flow,
As the troop from the soup sit back and enjoy the show.
I am merciless, like the SAMURAI with the AFRO,
Since I slice and dice my competition where ever I go!
After blessing your poor little soul, like the Pope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
I will always draw first blood, just like RAMBO!
You could never keep up, because your pen moves too slow.
I am the best at this game, with an aim like a pro!
Get your ducks in a row, or get shot like a crow!
Before you and your cell mate decide to elope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
You claim to be the great, great grandson of Edgar Allan Poe?!
Get real Bro! More like a descendant of Larry, Curly, or Moe!
This group, at the soup, got duped by the status quo,
But like G.I.Joe, half the battle...I know!
Because each one of your "slams" make you look like a dope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
I'll weed you out with a hoe to give you more time to grow,
Because in the garden of life, you reap what you sow!
Sooner or later, you will pay the price that you owe,
Though it might take time for you to earn that much dough!
Because the little wizard has been left without hope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
Instead of coming back to attack, you should just lay low.
I shine all the time, but you can barely even glow.
So, here is some friendly advice from your poetic foe.....
The next time you get challenged, you should just say NO!
So, while laughing at your inability to cope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
Form:
You failed once. You failed twice. Time for you to retest,
Even if it means that each day you have to skip recess.
So far you have failed every course that you took,
As if you never learned how to open up a book.
Don't talk in class, just listen to the lesson being taught.
You know that I have no chance of ever being caught.
The odds of you ever beating me look rather grim when stacked.
My creativity and wit are clearly intact.
In fact, my superiority I am about to enact.
Your words get out of whack, whenever you get smacked.
Because you could not pay attention to a word that I said,
I had to pull out my ruler and smack you upside the head.
And, that smack across your head really had to sting.
I bet it is the reason why you did not hear the bell ring.
How many more mistakes will you make me mention?
I have what it takes to put you in a permanent detention.
Mentioning others is such an unpleasant practice to see.
Stay focused! You have a hard enough time trying to slam me.
Leave my friends alone, and just let those people be,
And pay attention to the lesson that I am giving you for free.
Pathetic Whorelock, I am going to do you a little favor.
I am going to spice up this battle, just to give you a little flavor;
With imagery just like an old game of Pictionary.
So, you need to go and get yourself a brand new dictionary.
By the way, since you are learning something new,"guess what!"
DAKARAI is an AFRICAN name you silly numb nut.
The next time that you slam, try keeping your thoughts in order.
Trade a pack of cigarettes in for a new voice recorder.
You keep coming across looking like a cliche hoarder,
As you ridiculously cross the lines of every border.
Now, go grow a pair and have the guts to step up your game.
Your rhymes are lame, because your insults sound the same.
How could you ever "'tear'-(me)-out-the-frame" when you can't see the picture.
I am an earthquake, and you can't even shake the scale on the rector.
You will forever be ignored, no matter how tall you stand,
So you might as well not even bother with raising your hand!
Form:
It's time to get up
It's time to move on
The memories were nice
But that time is gone
The many candles flickered
A most beautiful light
Then you blew the flame out
I guess it got too bright
With you I was someone
I had never been before
Someone who was hurting
Yet was always wanting more
But this version of me
Is no longer the same.
Goodbye poetry soup
Goodbye Jane.
Form:
PATHETIC WHORELOCK, where in the world do I begin?
That "slam" was nothing more than an insult to "your" pen!
So, I am the focus of your "DEMONIC STARE,"
Though your rhymes needed critiquing with a little more care.
Slam DOC the Poet?! You could not slam DOCTOR SEUSS!
You could never outdo me, so what is the use.
I can match you rhyme for rhyme any time that you want,
Because that "slam" proved that you have no talent to flaunt.
Since you will never win, you need to go find a new game.
"LOSER" is the fame, that will be attached to your name.
You got beat by just about everyone that you faced,
So why brag about some contest, and where you "might" have placed!
You seem like the type, who gets off on his own words,
Inventing silly phrases that no one has ever heard.
You need to conjure up a spell that will give you some skill.
If you need inspiration, then please go and read "KILL BILL!"
Step up to the curve, or step out of the way.
Your ELEMENTARY rhymes sound more like child's play.
Calling your style ELEMENTARY is an insult to kids.
Soon, you will learn your lesson, just like the Kidster did!
Please do not lose focus of your Hocus Pocus HARRY POTTER!
I thought you were a challenge. Now, I wonder why I even bothered.
Use that electric chair to spark some creative thoughts,
Because the next time you "bring it," it better be brought!
Form: