Start a new year before the year arrives
Momentum starts with our inside minds
I took a week before 2026’s first peak
To make sure the wind carries my feet
Instead of charting a new goal post
I’m readying for surprises with a toast
Let God sort it out
Let God clear my doubt
Excited for growing pains
Excited for unexpected gains
We survived 2025 didn’t we?
Pass the mic to 2026, our new emcee.
Darkness falls into endless sleep
Ego spawns, grows to overleap
This dark enemy gloats with glee
A silent death I shall be free
Demons expose the tools of use
With great happiness, self abuse
As if to be an open quay
A silent death I shall be free
Angst of worried despair and grief
There is no end nor no relief
Torture oozes from this emcee
A silent death I shall be free
To kill this ego deep inside
My focused mind becomes clear-eyed
Filled with peace, joy and so much glee
A vibrant life I shall be free
Context
Be like water - still, calm or move rapidly with momentum to bring fresh life.
Even the egotistic ocean of wild seas soon settles to be greeted by the warmth of the sun.
Poetry Contest: Kyrielle poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Date:09/12/2022
1 original, poem on the theme of .............
A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER
4 verses
2 couplets per verse
8 syllables per line
No bash so far, beats the one in the jar
Emcee DJ Green spins for the jarstar
No ill will to spill, just dancing on dill
When the lid comes off it’s an open bar!
So relish your time and come get your fill
No asparagus juice here, that’s just swill
That’s the best party perk of a gherkin
Gettin’ sliced on garlic, Oh what a thrill!
The sweet ones are in the corner lurkin’
While that gherkins workin’ it and twerkin’
I’m already so brined out of my mind
And the bread and butter kind is smirkin’
I’m so pickled my vision has declined
To kaleidoscopically half blind
Stumble and bump into pals in numbers
A hullaballoo of the tangy kind
Off to our shelf in the door we lumber
To catch some refrigerated slumber
May have had too many vinegar shots
Since yesterday…. I was a cucumber
August 15, 2022
It’s a pickle party contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
He’s a jiggery-pokery, gibber jabberwocky.
Full of horse feathery, silliness and malarkey.
His mumbo jumbo and haggle dickery is weird and absurd.
If we hire him for emcee, we will be the laughing stocks.
I am sold I said.
Happy-go-lucky, a phrase describing old me
Not a care to speak of, a happy club emcee
Making tons of bucks
Running amuck
Tossing flowers and wearing a polka dot saree
this is Kit Emcee
a whale in a sea
an ocean of blue
above me and you
dream about the future
look up at the stars
ideas in motion
when i read the bars
listen to the highs
embrace the bass
come on trip
to a better place
hear my sound
sail the waves
i see the light
at the end of a maze
i'm amazed you feel it
please don't you cry
i did when i wrote this
i think i know why
i believe in myself
i have no excuse
i know who i am
this is my truth
when i want forgiveness
i ask myself this
what needs to be done
so i can be at peace
i make myself do
without saying please
this will come true
and it will be a bliss
together as one
hold each other's hand
a man and a woman
before God we stand
i walked many roads took countless steps
Got High as Cloud submerged to great depths
i did all this to shine Light through my texts
and here i am at CLUB Eden's door steps
i did what you taught me, i was honest and good
i believed in myself i was wearing my hood
i Rapped about you, God i did it with respect
i Dreamt to to be like You but couldn't be perfect
I'm eMCee Kit checking the mic right now
lyrics come to me, let me show you how
follow me people! This is what i told them
i told them to hear, do what you taught me:
positive thoughts form a positive mind
positive words from my enlightened mind
i studied Hip Hop, music of freedom
i was not a slave i was a free man
i planted the seeds and my love blossomed
i did it so that my soul would prosper
learned from mistakes tried not to make any
i did some bad things but i didn't do many
here i am right at the Gate to "Club Eden"
let me eMCee today, hear my soul singing
and i hear the bass and i embrace this sound
and that's what i will tell God right on His cloud
Here's a poem for Poetry Soup,
One that I wrote on a whim.
Perhaps more views I'll get with this title.
Or maybe at least a grin.
As much as I appreciate,
The obligatory "hello".
I'd like to hear from the rest of you.
Your thoughts I'd like to know.
We pour our hearts into these writes,
And post them for all to see.
It's nice to watch the "views" go up,
But your thoughts, let them be.
I have this knack for writing things,
I have to let them air.
Maybe my writing just isn't enough,
Perhaps I could emcee somewhere?
Becoming An Emcee
While here on earth, I happened to be
God wanted me to become an emcee
Who does tell everyone what to do
And then will introduce me and you.
Here is Jim Horn (That's me) who has a poem to read
Sounding like a lunatic trying to lead
A bunch of people who are lost causes
Who can't tell difference between profits and loses.
To be leader of lunatics, what is required?
A wacky audience who needs to be inspired
And we would like to have everyone sit
In front row if happen to be a nit wit.
Second row is for those who are a retard,
And of hearing, they happen to be hard;
According to all of the latest scoop,
Try sitting in third row if a nincompoop.
How I love hearing the sound of applause
Even from pretty things with padded bras,
Who are simple minded as well as short;
To B or not to Be still need your support.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
[email protected]
PS. Did you know that cupid was
actually stupid and wore a bicuspid?
For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...
For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...
For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...
For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...
From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...
P arking my Harley near the doorway, we sauntered inside.
O ther than a lone microphone, I took the emptiness in stride.
E VENTUALLY the emcee asked what would be our order,
T hough it was hard for him to speak because of his goiter.
R eaching for my empty wallet was an INEVITABLE ILLUSION,
Y our CREATIVITY will be needed now, to prevent any contusion.
P erhaps I was mistaken, thinking I’d drop in for an alcohol INFUSION.
A lthough, the strong smell of pot just might ease that delusion.
L ooking all around the place for some small sense of sanity,
A fter that, the TV just went blank during a show called “Hannity.”
C ould this place, I wondered; be a “poetry palace” with an open mike?
E xcited, I ran out for the chap book I left on my trike.
By John Trusty
Everyday is so stressful to me,
close friends think I'm selfish
but I try to do what's best for the team.
Lay my vocals on wax the beats melt from the steam
it feels good when I'm exhaling a dream.
All my newly written poems I lace up
and quickly spread on the streets,
it keeps them reading for my next release.
Everynight I.....lay in my room with alot on my
mind if everybody did music
it'll be less dead on the streets.
Allah I pray my dead bredren can see,
I'm destined to be,
the next uncontested emcee
blessed with the speech
fed in the Pete.
No matter what some jealous of me,
y'all make it hard so much pressure to breathe.
Mind your business let me be free,
I have to find Jenah indeed
because you and I know, deep in hell it's no peace.
And if I don't find a princess to carry my seed
I still love my nubians, that's my letter to she.
A nice smile is like a treasure to see,
don't get me wrong I wouldn't mind
sex on the beach, drinking sex on the beach.
Everyday is so stressful to me,
it feels good when I'm exhaling a dream,
I will shine on.
Too filled with psycho babble
sounds of the rabble
in the political world,
the mind swirls through din
that leaves no enlightenment,
only the spin.
Enough of the lightbulb grins
that switch in glib sound bites
to a frown that televises ... obfuscate.
Questions unanswered
to the depleted emcee
who is there only to obscure
with his own vapid view.
Saturated with the fawning
plastic faces standing in a row
behind microphones
as if in amplification
there words may contain
greater significance.
There are no great orators here.
There are no future leaders,
only more tabloid fodder to cheer
with other vacuous heroes of our day.
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