Written By: D. Collins 12/9/20
You made your play, and I just played with it.
You booked a new stud, and dove deep, down in it.
You blocked me so I couldn't cock-block you.
You being the shot caller ain't no biggie, Boo.
You went in a direction that I could never go.
Knowing who you really are is really good to know.
I must say I don't feel what I once felt.
I'll come out a winner with any hand I'm dealt.
If dissing me somehow gives you strength.
Then, please play it out until the very end.
You wanted to step out to get your feet wet.
It ain't no biggie, Boo. Go ahead and be my guest.
I refuse to be abused, torn down, or broken.
Every time I look around new doors are opened.
It ain't no biggie, Boo. I will come out on top.
And, disprove I'm the man that you think I'm not.
She was only eight months old. Came to see the sea. First sight made her eyes wide open ... and ears listening to the roaring sound of the waves. Landed her tiny hesitant feet on the shore. First touch of the sea made her jump in excitement. Heard her giggle. She started playing with the waves. Running to and fro... "catch me if you can". Ecstasy filled the air.
life - an unknown sea,
get your feet wet my friends or
the springs will pass by
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
Yo bro. . . got what you said,
look in to put us poets to rest,
I've got news for you home boy,
This turf ain't big enough for the
two of us!
Get down and get your feet wet.
ain't no gods gonna help us and
that's a fact,
Play time is over Mr. Gravedigger,
Bring it on and lets show the world
a good fight!
Cool. .its show time,
for the guy with the Mic,
What's the hurry Mr. Rhyme,
scared you might miss your flight.
Heard you came back snooping
around,
with all the loud sounds and talk,
Told you once boy to be pretty nice,
Or you'll get a wrestling lesson you
won't soon forget.
I've got your name on my list and
draw,
pretty soon this town is gonna be a
bloody war,
pack up your bags and leave by the
back door,
Im not gonna tell you twice just
spare me the trouble.
this is dedicated to by jalani jenkins
for his Gravedigger poem
that got me inspired. . . so thank
you
my friend
If you should search for knowledge
To answer the riddle of your self
All the books found on every library shelf
Might not relieve your puzzle a smidge
Because ‘h’ is the difference of self from shelf
Search within and you’ll see without eyes.
Things happen in a test tube
That we can easily observe and explain
But anywhere outside of it
It’s not quite the same
That’s because it’s out in the open
Where there’s less control and closure.
Some advise taking only two steps
Once into and once out of water
Supposedly while you’re watching
Perpendicular to a flowing stream
So firstly you get your feet wet
And then you get them dry.
Or you take the opposite length
Over the adjacent length
Then every measured distance
Makes each tangent different
But if trigonometry was used at Pisa
That’s not why the place is famous.
So if a princess was in a tower
And let’s assume she was a prisoner
At least she should have a window
Because horizons offer a fine view
Then the next time the witch calls her
Rupunzel throws down her chair.
A person's mind is impossible to find
Their life experiences,
their knowledge, their emotions,
are like an ocean of light.
As soon as you reach the shore, you realize there's so much more
You can barely get your feet wet in their shoes
Your eye only withholds a limited view
because the ocean goes on endlessly, far off in the distance
We can only witness so much,
Until we walk past the boundaries of shallow
and sink below.
We can see only ourselves in the water's reflection,
Too naive to see the mind of the other.
We can't drink the water, too much salinity
Can't comprehend the person, for they are infinity