Best Technique Poems
Once there was a man called Clean"the modern"
His philosophy “Catch the new words, you are modern”
Dressing sense, eating etiquette - nonsense
Healthy thoughts, personal hygiene- nonsense
Bloody this modus operandi is very catchy. Modern!
The eagle has grace and flair as She soars up in the clouds
Up and above them clouds she climbs as she eyes a quarry
Strong in her wing as effortless she spreads the swift is she
A silver eagle she is resplendent in glory and ethereal light
She that is spoken of in whispers in hidden cloves at night
She unravels the common as she is a silver animal in purpose
She is a capable guide in times of danger and tremulous ages
She cries out in warning as He falls on his knees and up looks
Where is the danger why my shoe do you tangle me to ground
In matters fay they say that He is charmed and the Silver Eagle
Is his constant companion across all ages and times and realms
There is talk of rumors of war known as war propaganda..
Do they not call him the One The War Propagandist Military Gen..
A General in a strive as old as time itself as mortals sought
To establish themselves in the face on a world called Earth..
He remembers the forbidden military technique the use of powers
He can taste the fleeting peace in the land and in earnest..
Daily is his prayer that he need not be called into the simmering war
That his brothers in arms need not be called to take up arms again
Once upon a time ,a farmer lived in a remote village
He had two sons and they were worked with their father. His wife wanted to see the wedding of their sons, Because she was affected by a dangerous disease.
The two son's marriages were arranged immediately. Their sick mother died after her son's marriages, The Farmer was old and he gave the fields to his sons . His daughters -in -law treated him very badly .
He told his sons about the abuse by his daughters-in-law to his sons. But his sons heard only the words of their new wives The farmer wanted to teach them a moral lesson
He thought that the ill use was not continued to his sons lives
He went to the field and collected the castor seeds
And he put them in a tin and covered it with cloth. When his daughters -in- law passed his bed ,
He jolted the tin and made it the sound like coins. The daughters -in -law thought that the oldman had more money. They competed with each other and looked him well, Thus the farmer cheated them very cleverly, They only found out the technique after his death
I can see:
The pretty blue sky,
with bright sun shinning.
Fall garden sleeping,
flowers are all dead.
Big bees a buzzing.
I can feel:
Cool breeze touching,
my warm dry skin.
Warm lovely sun,
covers me up.
I can hear:
The birds sing,
barking dogs.
Kids on bikes.
I can smell:
Coffee,
donuts.
I can taste:
Cream.
From barre to en pointe.
Ballerino in plié.
Jeté through coda.
There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine
pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead
Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation
A seed was drop from a farmers bag that was bad
Satan the god of this world is blinding good people
Peeps stay at home when they can be at the church steeple
Sex on the beach maybe your favorite drink
But I can't dismiss this earthly bliss in thought
Once a soul is sold it can't ever be bought
Drop some smooth lyrics out on the sunset scene
Living in a land that is so very mean
when I roll of you captures you better be ready
Girl you got a bun in the oven by your kissing cousin
Sweat the technique from your head to your feet
Bare with me son cause you can't do me none
Poetics to poetry we must see reality
search the hood just like Robin Hood
then there's the Maiden Mary Ann who has a plan
yet the battle ensues as you sing the blues
a lot of suckers like to forget me but they can't
start this cause I'm the artist
walk with your head up when I hear whacked rhymes it's a set up
All the brothers don't eat chicken & watermelon
so now what are you selling
let's get back to hip hop in what it meant to Scott Larock
keep your head up & look to the sky
Sweat the technique as you sit in your seat
Right from your head right down to your feet
Got to get in the zone busting out rhymes like Home Alone
we came this far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plow
yet in the end I choose to be a soldier in the army of God
got to stay in school & obey the golden rule
only one life is soon to be passed only what's done for him will last
we got followers with no good leaders
blood in the streets & there needs to be better education
many take a break on a long awaited vacation
the crowd is ready & me feet is steady
until my last breath I must confess a rhyme that shines
sex, drugs & rap for some is where its at
so you slip & fall giving you a heart attack
rap & roll is noise pollution
take my magic wand as a sure fire solution
Dawn hurls new light
Sparkling and bright
Dark night makes way
For a sure day
Morn spreads fine tints
As moments mint
Night dreams fling me
Day dreams to see
Birdsong now greet
With mantra sweet
My blur mind feels
A touch that heals
Awake to dawn
Aware of morn
Slow as a snail
Wobbly legs avail
I salute day
Sense words to say
Now come what may
Thank God for play
For all that jazz
And this life fest
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2015
Singapore
There once was a young lady from Spain
Who had made love again and again
To a bald little creep
Whose company she'd keep
For his technique in bed was insane
8-17-19
Contest: Make Me Laugh Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
There dwells a mime
Within me
He speaks
But not a word
Expressing only compliments
The secrets
That he's heard.
tech is tech of technology
tech is tech of tech
technique is a tech of technique
technique is a tech of technology
technology is a past of technique
technology is a past of technology
tech is past technology
past technology is past tech
past tech is tech of technology
past tech is tech of technique
technique is a hair of technique
technique is a hair of technology
technique is a hair of a past tech technique
technique is a past tech of technique
tech is a hair of tech
tech is a hair of technology
tech is a hair of technique
technology is a hair of technology
technique equal technique
technology versus technology
technique versus technology
They say a picture may paint a thousand words
but I can't read what he wrote
household paint poured onto a horizontal surface
ain't what I call works of note
splashed with no pre-planned end-result
for art's sake to me does not art make
known for his 'drip technique'
yes he was a drip and no mistake
yet a few of his spills sold for millions
long after his prime
as a fool and his money are soon parted
and you can fool some all of the time
but if we pry the boards from his studio floor
and hang them on the wall
why it would be far more relevant
tho' still takes no skill at all
his splotches are not pictures of poppies
nor pansies petunias or hollyhocks
in fact they're really nothing more
than just a load of Pollocks
J-oyful
O-bjective
N-icely
A-pplies
T-he
H-appiness
A-s
N-ame
S-imply
W-orks
I-n
F-ashionable
T-echnique
Topic: Birthday of Poet Jonathan Swift (November 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The ‘Big Lie Technique’ is back
designed to throw gullible masses off track
Hamasniks scream: “End the Israeli occupation”
though 2005 was the year of Israel’s Gaza abdication
Gazans shout, “Israelis are starving us alive”
ignoring the 500,000 tons of food Israel’s supplied
'Experts' tout, “Israel's murdered 9,500 Arab women in the war”
though fewer than 5,000 have died if you’re keeping score
Never a word about what caused Israel to fight
about Hamas' hostage-taking, baby-burning
about simple wrong from right
And their chests puffed up with antisemitic pride
Protestors world-over now cry
“Death to the Jews”
"Gaza genocide"
From the grave, Hitler and Stalin grin and salute
their ‘Big Lie Technique’ once dormant, newly revived
we would take a peak
at something rather unique
new trendy technique
Jim Horn
Even though a[[earing bleak
darker
lines
black
outlines
stand out
&follow
the
curves
& angles
refined
then defined
&isolated
to
configure
the shape
a perimeter
visual contour
thick
black
yellow
or white
sharp
&strong
a
closed
distinguished
&
bold
silhouette