Best Song Write Poems
by Max Burchett
A writer, singer and songwriter,
A crooner, a teller of tales,
A dream maker, a soul shaker and captivator,
Hoping in verse and prose he prevails.
Photography by cromaconceptovisual
Blind, I walk tap tap
to find my way, rap echo.
Sing song carry me
home to you, bring it home tap
straight to my heart so I hear.
When I see the beat
boomerang back rap to me
I know your sound space
I know the song of your sense
I hear the cry of your dream
The echoes build loud
Add fluid to the white space
Thoughts of listeners
Adding additional beat
Making new heart, soul, song, sound
One by one you come
One by one you come online
Choir adding rhythm rip
choir adding some filigree
add understanding to world
What the rap you make
What the taps you spell out loud
Becomes an image
Shared by all who listen, sing
Wonderful sound, our heartbeat.
We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
Years later,
She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.
"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...
She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.
The title was "I Love To Dance!"
How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"
Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..."
I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"
I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"
Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.
Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".
My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for me. We stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!
Cynthia
My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still
I slip my headphones on, and I begin dreaming,
my desk is my alter, and the Heavens is what I'm seeing.
My pen is the bridge, and this paper is the gate,
writer's block is the pad lock, the only thing in the way.
I click open my pen, and begin to release from within,
my blood runs as deep the ink, and washes away my sins.
My thoughts are the cross, and my burdens act like a wreath.
Razor sharp thorns cut me, as I'm trying to catch my breath.
My enemies are the whips, hitting me in the back,
tying me down with chains, just to get a little laugh.
My lyrics are my message, what got me here in the first place.
My mind is my shovel, digging the hole to bury my scarred face.
Then the beat stops, and I wake up from my trance,
I hit replay and try again, I only got one chance.
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.
The track starts again, and I slip back into my sleep.
My pen is my gun and the paper is my enemies.
Writers block is my holding cell, and the key is my mind,
my mind is the problem, because it locks itself up all the time.
The beat is my pulse, slowing down before it drops,
then picking up the pace, while adrenaline does it's job.
My words are the bullets, penetrating your skin,
your body is still intact, but you're shattered within.
The lead is the streets, giving me countless ways to go,
the eraser gives me the ability, to never leave my home.
Every word is a stray bullet, it'll connect it won't.
My enemies are my targets, I either hit 'em or I don't.
But I'll keep shooting, until this lead goes dull,
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.
Diamonds and Pearls Intro
He’s a black diamond standin’ on his throne
Platinum pyramids full of rubys and golds
He rolls royces in silks and riches
First class flights fly first…pacific
Atlantic oasis vacations chasin’ him…
From the states to the islands…they paradisin’ him
Crusin’ round the world in his yacht…no glitches
Shinin’ like baguettes on his wrist…past richness
Sun bathin’ over seas…meditatin’ steadily
In mentality of Garnet…pure clarity
Red emeralds green emeralds…purple tanzanite
It’s Taj Majal relica lookin’ in his eyes
Care for a glass of “The jewel of Pangaea”
Toast to the diamond in the rough of ideas
Higher than the pope…king of all kings
I introduce to you…your majesty… King Sesame
Written by: Aleasha Martin
It's hard not to look back at the things that happened in my past,
but it's the past, they passed on, kept runnin' now they're gone and I seem to forget that.
I try too hard to keep my head low, my skin out of this blazing sun,
but no matter how hard I try, not a day goes by I don't wanna get up and run.
So I sit still as the time stops and the world around me begins to fade in,
a black darkness where I don't want anything but for this world around me to end,
but it keeps on going, and keeps on slowing, 'till I'm to slow to defend.
All these kicks, from left and right, 'till I'm on the ground cause of my opponent
And I'm dazing, my mind erasing, any counter attack and I give up,
I understand that he's got me beat, but I can't seem to get out of this slump.
In my mind, I feel untied, I feel crossed, and I feel denied.
And from somewhere inside, I feel the ignition spark, and I ignite.
I have the immense weight of the world, that you dropped on my cold shoulders,
I rather be six feet deep under the ground, I don't want a tombstone, give me a boulder,
It's like every day in this ice cold world, I feel like it's only getting colder,
carrying this weight on my back, as the fiery depths of Hell smoulder.
But everyday I, feel like I'm a little bit closer to breaking out of this shell,
I write a little bit more, 'till I develop carpel tunnel syndrome then I exhale.
My colors are fading, but black and white are all I need to sit still.
So I'll keep writing, and keep on fighting, as long as I can keep this skill.
I am sarcastic
A smart-ass
I do what I want
Yet I'm quiet
Self-spoken
But not at all blunt
I am determined
But lazy
Stubborn & mean
I am smart
And creative
With music,I'm a fiend
I'm a goofball
Observant
Yes I am weird
But still normal
But you know me
Let's get one thing clear
I'm no push-over
I don't quit
Without a try
Yes words can hurt me
So you will see me cry
I am not what you think
Yes I do drink
Caring for none
I am honest and modest
I'm cool and so chill
I am all thee above
I am so very real
I woke up one morning with a pen by the head rest -
Then write down my dreams while I'm smelling the breakfast -
My brother Jibri is up setting his headset -
My mother yelling down the stairs, "hey have you left yet?" -
I go back to the room and pick up my notepad -
And close that page where I wrote about my broke dad -
It was a poem after that page 4 raps -
Got 60 sheets left in 10 days won't hold smack -
Everyday I write I couldn't in the past -
Back then the master would've put a woopin' on my back -
Cooking up a rap driving while I'm looking through this glass -
When I do my track I have to put them on the map -
And so I live like tomorrow's my dying day -
I know if I succeed mirrors holding my crying face -
I must write and put my life on a line a day -
And if I have no pens I'll write in blood, I'll find a way -
I need to write about Martin Luther King's dreams -
Born prophet turned preacher teaching real things -
I need to write about the Black Panther Party -
And what that black glove meant and how it got started -
I need to write about how valuable hip hop is -
No matter if I die right now it's not stopping -
I need to write about my life and my hard times -
Scarred minds will soon see the light, provail from hard grinding -
I must write about Bush and the government -
And how these soldiers are dying and these weapons aren't discovered -
I need a pen so I can write about my lover -
And how she's my best friend and how much I love her -
I wanna write about women and more -
But I know I won't see it at the end of the road -
I need a deal but I won't write about that -
And when I'm done I'll recite and come back, and write again -
She doesn’t know that I would be her for a second
Just to spend that second
That she spent with you
She cries because you walked away
But I am jealous because of that day
That she walked with you
She tells me about the things she said
The things she did
That she did with you
And she says it all with tears
And when I listen all I do is fear
That I’ll never be near
to you
And again in February I recollect you.
I write poems for you.
Happy days of February are short.
February only has had time
To drink a glass of wine
And to hug the new girlfriend,
But already the pipe calls him: «It is time!
Get on the road!»
And February again rides on a horse.
There, ahead, are only woods and a snowy distance,
Ahead, there is no love
And there is no home.
Ah, poor, lovely February,
I very much regret you,
Probably, I would divide with you your destiny.
But he has already dashed away,
Has covered up his traces with snows
He has sent me only greetings from blizzards!
I recollect you, I write poems for you
But I even do not want
To dream of you today.
I think I may write, but of what I am not sure
It could a be a love verse or one not so pure
I think I would like to write a verse on love and life
But it gets so hard and can be full of such strife
What can I write for this new one-to-one
My thoughts are dried up, and now they are gone
The muse she has left me, what am I to do?
I will just send these lines, as they are now to you.
Please do not judge me, if I get it wrong
But this is a breeze, I may now write a song
A song of love or a song on what will be will be?
Come muse I beg, send a new thought down to me.
No I am not there yet, I can’t think of a new one
So I give up on this piece that was for the one-to-one.
I will do the next one when I know what to say
So this is the end of it, I will send this one your way.
© 13/01/2013
Contest Entry One To One
His wife left him in intensive care
After saying her last good-bye
She just couldn’t stay with him in there
For the moment he would die
They were married for over thirty years
He wrote lyrics for love songs
Words that would bring women to tears
To a beat you can sing along
Her best friend sat with him instead
So he wouldn’t have to die all alone
She leaned down and whispered near his head
“Please write for me a last love song”
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
They were lovers in thought alone
Never unfaithful to their spouse
Often in each other’s home
But never alone within the house
She always thought his songs were written
With thoughts of her in mind
Especially those about lovers smitten
The Romeo and Juliet kind
Though they never spoke to each other of love
She could see it in his eyes
She wondered what he was thinking of
And what he felt deep down inside
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
He died later that night
Without ever waking again
With the only one in sight
His wife’s very best friend
She shed a tear for the loss
Of a friend and fantasy
Pleading on his death bed
“Please write a last love song for me”
She reached inside her pocketbook
For a Kleenex to wipe her eyes
And found a piece of paper
Much to her surprise
Written in his handwriting
Was a note of just fourteen words
“There is an unsung love song in my desk,
Your request I have heard”
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
Looks like I'm at the end of this bottle again.
Seems like cigarettes are my only friend.
Newports, no shorts, they're still never long enough.
Man, staying here never felt so rough.
And I'm back to about a pack a day.
I'm just waiting for my lungs to cave in or give way
To a breath of fresh air, yeah that would be cool,
But once again I'm just a hopeful fool.
Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and
Sometimes I wish I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and
I never thought I could drink so much.
Comfortably numb I've lost every touch.
Maybe someday I'll climb out to the top
And find some new ways to every stop.
Maybe someday I'll be out of my way.
Find someone to give me the heart to stay.
Maybe someday I'll be at the top of somewhere
Because down here in nowhere I know that nobody cares.
Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and
Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and
I've finally had it with dreams of out there.
With my bottle and cigarettes I'm lost in Nowhere.
So many people in here
But still
You're alone
Must be in some way better than home
Still
The TV shows what can be real
I don't wanna be aggressive
But your pull infected
Me and my instincts
Like a sweet disease
NOW WAIT NOW!!
please!!!!!
I'm sure you have a cure an anti-venom so to speak
Restore my heartbeat back to it's normal pace
I beg you miss
Don't think I'm full of it
Cause I speak quickandawfullyslick
Off hand I'll let you know it
I'm a poet
Born one going to die as one of "thee" one's
I write to en light everyday
Though I want the chance to write it for a Someone.......
If I may
I want to be paid
But my only charge to you tonite is a smile to replace
That frown on your face Right?
If you smoke I'm going to pull out the fire
If you drink
Think of me as the ice cubes that makes it cool to sip
that tickles your lips
Excuse me, but, Is someone else sitting here?
If not can I join the table and bathe in your presence
Wash the stranger's mystique off
Let you see me as I am while we talk
Need some company?
Be mine at least ....
If I can't be yours
Here we go again
Popping my veins
Strain,Full of pain
It's you that I blame
Up from hell of which I came
Broken chains
I can't be tamed
Can't even read
High on weed
Seed,Evil deeds
No me no wanna breed
Have no pride but full of greed
Succeed,indeed
I'll lead the need
Awe hell
Oh well
Tell,Now I gotta yell
Out you will sell
Ding dong b**** ring that bell
Can't fit in my shell
Or get up cause I fell
Out for thee
You can't see
Me,She wanna be
It's not us or we
You gotta charge pay the fee
Get down,get down on 1 knee
I'll give the key to set you free