Best Street Cred Poems
Colepatra kissed and shrunk me down to microscopic size
please believe this phenomena cuz these lips refrain from lies
metamorphosis transformed mine human manly guise
while strolling one spring day me vision turned to compound eyes
unfettered vesicles uttered pleasant shrieks and cries
Chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
tossed out the fashion boutique on a cushion squarely led
this lady in red
with her snug outfit against her slim body did wed
pizzazz and personality that bred
this well healed nanny with high street cred
made sure charges looked spiffy and well fed
chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
atop shoulders bounced a well coiffed and adorable head
drawing followers wherever she led
and listened to her sexy voice no matter what she said
chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
Houses on parade
Guards to civilisation
A great divide between man and space
Escapism opposed to reality
Sentinels stand at either end of street
Neighbourhood watch
Dangerous tongues gossip
Prepare for another onslaught
A seismic surge is gathering pace, propelling a wave
Of multi faces many creeds, diverse street cred.
From public also of private ed' facets shimmer
Thoughts Intense myriad humankind immense.'
Mainstream channels pour out scorn, early morning
To midday lies take form, pushing into night time TV
And radio, dangerous anti-vaxers rabid foes..'
Yet when the millions gather wherever? One fact is so '
But You'll hear it from them never ! No all points bulletin
On the crazy folk that have escaped those penitentiary yokes
Or from their social workers..' I find it so scary.)
Cause this means the protesters (must be sane.')
If You'd consider if fairly.? And in the main !
.....continued from The Little Monster, Part 1.
The monster sighed and shook his head
And in his booming voice he said,
“I may be big, I might look scary
Yes, I’m ugly, green and hairy
I know my fangs are rather long,
But can’t please we just get along?"
Toby laughed and did a dance,
“Forget it matey there’s no chance!
Making sure that you are dead
Can only help with my street cred”.
Again the monster shook his head
And once again he sadly said,
“I may be big, I might look scary
Yes, I’m ugly, green and hairy,
I know my fangs are rather long,
But can’t we please just get along?”
The monster gave a plaintive wail
As Toby struck his spiky tail.
By now the beast had had enough.
His tone grew mean, his voice grew gruff,
Yes I’m big and yes I’m scary,
Yes I’m ugly, green and hairy
I’ve tried to be your friend, he said
You should quit while your ahead.
But Toby didn’t heed the warning,
Believing he’d be rich by morning
He struck the creature once again
Laughing at his cries of pain.
The monster grinned and stroked his belly,
Toby’s knees both turned to jelly.
"The reason that I’m big and hairy
The thing that makes me rather scary,
The reason, as a point of fact,
Is ‘cos I gobble little brats."
Toby barely knew what hit him
The speed was such the monster bit him
But Toby thought while he was chewed
“Perhaps I should have been less rude”.
His name is Mr. Phire,
but he insist you call him R. Syn
He's a torch for hire,
if you need something set ablaze,
something smoking
Make the right down payment;
and have a full gas can, flick foolproof plan
If you need five-alarm action ...
yeah, R. Syn is the best ashes delivery man
So, there is no need for a heartless heater;
the barrel cold, bullet indifference of a plastic gun
Mr. Phire is a passionate pyre thrill seeker,
he sure loves having some Fahrenheit funeral fun
When it comes to pyrotechnics,
he's the Spark Vader of demolition
There's nothing he can't destroy,
he'll scorch all of your competition
R. Syn for hire
be his fiery street cred calling card lit boast
Get in acetylene touch with him,
if you want something turned to burnt toast
But right now, he's presently indisposed
at an undisclosed penal facility
He's currently planning an accelerant daring escape caper
Waiting for a rookie guard to permit him
unsupervised use of contraband matches and toilet paper
B orn again,from above
R everes his one(&only) love
I n England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N ovel verse...his 'street cred'
the way you look the way you dress
your street cred will go down if it does not impress
the way you act or the way you talk
if your saying it then you have to walk the walk
there's so much stress for teens to cope
if you dont fit in then youve got no hope
people get mocked people get slated
people get remarks people get hated
its a tough world for us all to live
you know your going to get robbed so you might aswell give
wether its your mobile phone or even your money
people will do that because they find it funny
you have to defend yourself when your out on the street
because you never know what kind of people your going to meet
theres people out there who want to cause you pain
the stuff they can do will drive you insane
theres so much pressure when you're a teenager
you need to be careful your life could be in danger
if you dont fit in the crowd they'll come to you first
and things wont get better they will just get worse
but dont get involved in what they decide to do
because youll end up the target they will turn on you
they might seem like good friends who set the trend
but you need to think are they really your friend
have you ever wondered what they want from you
your sanity, dreams and maybe your life too
playing with fire and twisting your head
would these people care if you were found dead
well just remember the to do and not to do things
and just think about life and the pressure it brings
You lost all credibility in the hood,
now seen as a fake ghetto fraud
Done let your word become worthless,
spat upon as being no good
In the ghetto,
only thing worst next to being dead,
is to have yourself zero street cred
You get treated like just another poser,
another hip wannabe
Getting stamped as an establishment loser,
a phony square is all we cool people see
With zero street cred
in the ghetto,
you're just a walking dead
Cloned image of the man,
think and talk like the oppressor
Smirk and smile like a modern day slaver,
believing you got power in your hand
Higher education 'ho decreed you as a race professor,
but how much money did you have to pay her?
You got zero street cred,
no respect given up by me
Absolutely zero street cred ... same sentiment
echoed by all of my homies
Hey honey,will you be mine
I've got the cutest chat-up line;
What you see is what you get,
Fly with me by private jet !
Vacation by the sunny Med'.
My wealth has Wall street cred'
Play your cards with great care,
And perhaps some day we'll wed!
I'll wine and dine you each day,
On Caribbean sands we'll play;
You'll shop in Harrods & Tiffany,
Money's no expense with me !
Your beauty so dazzles me,
It will make you a celebrity;
Our love-match will be no dream,
I'll sell it to Hello magazine.
Inspired by Dr Ram's parody contest
I've got 99 Dalmatians
99 problems
But a b###h ain't 1
Are simply Black or White
99 shade's of grey
Luckily I can't count to over a 100
Otherwise id have 101
Come from 8 miles away
Wrong side of the tracks
No street cred
Get stage fright
Battle getting it up
Can only spit while flipping burgers
Got 99 dog's but not a single G
calling me dog back
Tried 99 times but still no b###h
hollering back at me neither
Got no litter , got no glitter ,
got no bling , got not paper
Self proclaimed
Fresh Prince of Dead-Air
Cnr 99th street 101
And if 1 of you wants to buy a puppy
forward me your digits after the show
And I'll have 98 problems
But 99 ain't 1
Gooey glop getting suctioned out
technicians venting expletives
emphasized obvious
NO FOOD OR DRINK rule to abide
cuz suctioning tower
or laptop presented vulnerability
plus unforeseen downfall against fried
food and greasy hands ended up hide
ding in hardest to reach locale
on circuit board no matter how expert pried
yelling out gratitude
to geek squad member helping
before he/she went out side door
eagerly awaiting
remotely controlled self driving vehicle
transporting techie guru home
to an obscure gated destination,
an uninterrupted distant, yet pleasant ride.
eventually amateurs encouraged
to tinker like an apprenticed tailor
akin as raw troubleshooting recruit
oft playfully feigned to be soldier spy
pretending to repair bowel of computer
when in truth visiting supposed shadowing dark side
which lined illegal benefits of labor saving devices),
the sound of silence
(written on the subway walls)
though heretics opposing
latest technology and felt sinister chill
(just ask Punxsutawney Phil),
the Internet ranks as greatest dog sent rill
lee where wiz kids ranked
chatting killer apps with grateful dead
information superhighway as heavenly manna
with artificial intelligence street cred
since introduction of white bread
and powdered milk biscuits baked by Ahmed.
Giovanni Antonio Canal
of the famed waterway mall
Canaletto,Venice born&bred
panoramas thereof enhanced his 'street cred'
My arm is a shooting gallery,
a roadmap of Switzerland in
needlepoint decked grey flesh;
running out of targets fast -
and I need something for my mind.
Haunting rainy streets, opium deprived,
with crusted yellow-black scabs between my toes,
hyper-tolerant to antibiotic therapy,
the infection spreads its wings and grows -
and I need something for my mind.
Scouring Freddy Krueger's domain
for a friend, the man, a score;
convulsed and cold, shuddered with
rhinorhea and no tissues -
and I need something for my mind.
Chasmic yawn, my jaw may dislocate,
chattery teeth spear enamel through my tongue;
a fixer in a fix needing fixing;
damn you, Keith -
and I need something for my mind.
Where's the glamour, immaculately wasted street cred?
Ribs accuse through T-shirt skin;
bones and tendons slither clearly
through almost translucent hands -
and I need something for my mind.
Melt me a candy bar drain cleaner cocktail;
shook with an aftershave chaser;
anything to make me feel better than this;
for better, for worse, maybe death is the trip -
and I need something...anything, really anything
for my mindless, mindless mind.
Head of two person patriarchy...
Breathes sigh of relief
(like toe tilly gnarly mon)
footing expenses good grief.
Onus encompassing marital
responsibilities with (Holy Scott)
Matt man locked dread
precariously rested squarely and unfairly
upon mine figurative lead
pencil necked geek hirsute head,
and bony shoulders, that said
lemme communicate with modesty
and frankly earnest Sesame Street cred
hoop fully words understandable
meant tubby easily interpreted and read
lookout for courtesy double entendres
signalling where Willy wed
did himself, yet careful to tread,
no faster than sixty nine as he sped
into forbidden, verboten two lipped arrid
hot zone bubbling volcanic oasis
plunging his swollen jughead
suffocating till gratefully dead.
Reroute threaded needle gaining nascent
ability to manage independent living,
whereby counterpart availed
her pheromone scent
spurring feeling heightened testosterone,
within instantaneous moment
thus took tactile apprenticeship
receiving mail order bride thru
correspondence course sent,
I also donned role of special ops agent
provocateur, a hardened gent
fluke how I became
process of elimination chosen incumbent
learned, familiarized, adept...
grudgingly accepted covenant
to pay affordable low income rent,
plus manage other monthly bills due, i.e.
water, telecommunications insurance
(automobile and renters), and electric -
companies (Aqua Pennsylvania, Verizon,
Nationwide and Peco
respectively) with efficient
aplomb mastered (dub bate double)
art of being accommodating tenant.
WHAT'S HE LIKE
B orn again,from above
R everes his one(&only) love
I n England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N ovel verse...his 'street cred'
re-post inspired by Constance contest