Ain't Nuttin' 2 It But 2 do It
Seems like you always get started on nothin'/On your way to nowhere/
Tryin' to do somethin'/so you say/
Better get to it before you lose it/'Cause ain't nuttin' to It but to do it/
So give me a holla/
Give me a shout/Gettin' with It is what It's all about/Maybe your nowhere will lead to somethin'/if your nothin' becomes a somethin' in a positive way/
Cause ain't nuttin' to It but to do It
Shout and Holla
Holla At-cha Version
That certain swagg
that charming smile
that cool way of doing
that certain style
I got that rizz
that certain charm
the rizz
the rizz
a star is born
it is my smile
that handsome grin
model style
when I grab my chin
My music please
that's the groove
watch me do
mu thing
move for move
I got that style
that certain thang
I got the rizz
I got the rizz
the rizz is my thang
Dancologist needed here
fix these up
From the Desk of D.B. Alcuna
frowarded to the Dance Department
Groove Center
Slide in your slide
catch the groove and Grind
let the music play
aint no nevermind
watch the dancer groove
smeeze: bust a move
bouncing all around
shimmy ya'll gone doo
I know you like the song
I see you boop and Prance
all i wanna know;is can I watch you jam
Dance: Dance;Dance
Woah Renegade
twirl move that you made
gyrate;oh go behave
let me see you Dance
let me see you Dance
I see can Groove
I seen you drop a move
I like it when that song
make that Phat thang move
Dance
dance
dance
gone and Dance
ya'll wanna
Dance:
Dance:
Dance
Gone and Dance
Samba,
Salsa,
Flamenco,
or groovin slow
when the song is over
holla back for more
I wanna see you Dance
I wanna watch that Phat Thang Move
watch drop it down
moving to the groove
dance
dance
dance
gone and dance
Swagg Prance
Groove and Bounce
shake your groovey Thang
shake it all about
Dance:
Dance;
Dance
Go on and dance
A big heart that only knows how to grow taller
a life full of grace and fulfillment even when it goes lower
immeasurable challenges, yet you crush them all with one premolar
you shine your light so bright for a bottomless pit to experience solar.
Your Cinderella voice turns every moment to Christmas and Salah,
I am so used to its tenderness for Mariah Carey to sound like Godzilla.
The angels responsible for your memorable day are twin sisters with power
one is beautiful, dressed in the moon whose name is Isabella,
the other outshines the sparkles of all Galaxies and she is called Emmanuella.
The colourful package with passionate hugs will be delivered by Mr. Miller
and he has been strictly instructed not to lose a single flower.
I have paid already and everlasting Joy is the biller
so rejoice my lovely friend and disturb the streets with your ohh-la-la!
Agents of all goodness, come together at your doorstep to holla
wishing you many more years of love, goodness and satisfaction
Happy birthday my beautiful friend… Hurray!... Ohhh la la!
Their bridled haunt, each day may be their last; yeehaw.*
The narrow way, down mountainside, and clop of shoes.
The saddlebags dip left and right in gait and gnaw.
The spirit wind and pouring rain their hoofs refuse.
Begs me to ask, “Are horses as brave as cowboys?”
Lights’ heads bowed low to the path of perilous sight.
The kick of spurred heel, a “Giddyap,” of steel, “Go boy!”
They’re made to trek down mountainsides as stones ignite.
What’s turned ‘round the head of Roy, his slack rope in lead?
This corral dust, no it is fact, the slip and slide**
of horse-hide, ain’t no dignity of his tan breed.
No grave for him, his service blow is bonafide.
The cowboys “yip” and “holla” spittoon-chew and cussed.
Ornery snorts, flyswatter tails replay course sounds.
The clinch mountain, after hazardous ride, kicked dust
in snout of grieving herd; and buckskins stood their ground.
1/20/2021
Cowboy Poetry
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
*yeehaw - used to express delight. Here I’ve used sarcasm.
**corral dust - lies and tall tales
***clinch mountain - rye whiskey
HMS used for 12 syllable count. Site was off on 2 lines.
got the hype for the mike,you can have the horderves, the swerves, the curves, i wont that mike..is that microphone on..it will be when i get it , tha mike that is. my words will flip yo curves from day one cause i'm on it wit that dazzle, suspended in craftiness messin wit yo mind with finesse, got some skills on that mike, got some thrills on that mike got some spills on that mike got some chills on that mike..make you holla..del taco!
When we talk you take
my breath away
Got me on lock and
honestly that’s okay
I’d do what it took for you
in that I’m sincere
How you got me shook but
take away my fears
Your voice send chills
throughout my being
An unlimited thrill in
the future I’m seeing
On my mind everyday,
from dawn to dusk
I find in every way you
have my undying trust
The love I feel for you
brings me to my knees
Your the real deal making
me feel at ease
Emotions grow every
minute of every hour
Do you even know you
have so much power
Others try to holla but
my eyes are for you
How I sigh hearing your
replies it’s true
You see even in dark
you bring me light
Yes impart makes days
a little more bright
I have never felt like
this in life before
Makes me melt thinking
what we have in store
9/21/2020
complaints that they have no voice
historically silent now they holla
women gays and blacks make noise
their priority's to matter
age old mistreatment sorrows
they stand, they shout and many follow
equality for all tomorrows
some cry true most cry hollow
opinions form inside their heads
mine and yours find views too store
but with all if the truth be said
ism's form where not before
are we really so uneven
when 3 percent our nations black
seek a fairness breaking even
on a surface filled with cracks
cus I have been mistreated too
held back with no advance
maybe you have beaten you
the reason you have no chance
cus CV's sit in black and white
no gay preference there on show
qualification on show in sight
you, it's maker not to know
we put discriminations into isms
presuming prejudice low as low
I think we all live in this prison
of what we think not what we know
*Reserata Carcerem XLIX*
Yearning yore rehearsed a sage t' pawn;
voluptuous voice moist myst'ry pored:
"Holla, retire thou yet t' cursed castle,
o' yond thy lanky limb nudge nimble?"
Punctured pawn leased t' taunted tongue - mute.
His stance ö porous papyrus drew,
b' which sewn sage's ire was kindled;
rustic rage trod brain's track 'n dribbles.
Ergo traded fists th' sage with pawn;
cloned catastrophe pruned plagued call.
Drooling death per ho skipped t' lured lieu,
ä gaunt grief basked 'n gay ben's belie puked.
Anon, lift'd sewn sage punctured pawn,
'n' apprised Athena oped breath's gourd.
'20:07:18:10:24
Note:
a) of inky impatience
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) Yond - Yonder
iii) Ire - wrath
iv) Ergo - then
v) Lieu - place
vi) Ben - Prayer
vii) Belie - Counterfeit
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apprise - Conscious
x) Ope - Open
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) t' - to
ii) o' - or
iii) ö - on
iv) b' - by
v) 'n - in
vi) ä - as
vii) 'n' - and
d) Poet's vocabulary:
i) ho - Summon
*Reserata Carcerem XLIV*
Yore, chewed churning curse sewn sage -
ñ an urchin did he spit rasp rage;
ñ bounty bicycle had h' ridden.
Alas! Moist murk his tarred tog cl'ven.
Anon, tottered by th' urchin's sire,
'n' apt acumen rehearsed th' transpired.
Only t' know th' sewn sage for his sire -
his callous urchin smeared grandsire?
"Holla, sire.", sunny sire did quethe,
fanning wanky wind's sumptuous spree.
"Holla!", smothered sage sewn scarred runes,
but skittish urchin t' his sire flew.
Went then torn trio t' th' sage's eyry;
"Ruef'l thou'll be!", th' tune feral tongue leased.
'20:07:13:14:39
Note:
a) Of inky impatience.
b) Written apace with Middle English:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) Alas - sorrowful exclamation
iii) Anon - Immediately
iv) Sire - father
v) Quethe - say
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) ñ - on
ii) h' - he
iii) 'n' - and
iv) t' - to
v) th' - the
vi) ruef'l - rueful
As I walk through this small Waters
My feet are dry
If I hear the angels crying
Tears in their eyes
Alone as I wander
I begin to wonder
The plight of the world
Those saved an unsaved
Those who choose and those that refuse
I asked in patents, I holla
Hallelujah baptized as I walk
If I walk through small Waters
5/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Gave Mr. Bro’ man a couple of dollars,
with a frown gave he a backhand holla
Said my alms were light,
and my palms were tight
Man, how I hate ingrate red stop collars!
I am always understated
My parents make me frustrated
Boys are stupid
I am bad at being Cupid
I always end up with a jerk
Usually when I get my perks
I walk around with my sassy perks
Then a guy that said holla
I'm like ; you got a dolla
He's like why?
So I can be a balla
that's why I need that Dolla
I ain't no fool
Cuz I go to school
I'm good
Even though I'm from the hood.
Money is a universal language. They say money talk bull crap walks
even the def hears it. You gotta pay the price to live nice.
Money can turn people cold as ice. I like my pockets fatter then Kelly price.
Success is my friend, i learned to fight with my pen. Words close as kin
the more money i earn the more money i yearn,thus i can't be broke.No
money life is a joke. You cant take care of your folks.I love to count
that cheese yellow yolks. You know what they say another day another dollar holla. You could bet your bottom dollar. Money makes the world go round.
Build a mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door. To get what you give sometimes you gotta cash in your chips. Don't bit the hand that feeds you money i need you.
Absolute Truth
You ain't got it, you ain't got it
you think I am your kin.
God, why'd you have to judge me by the colour of my skin.
You ain't got it, you ain't got it
I'm not the same as you,
there's more to my persona than a coffee coloured hue.
Take the time, for once just listen
to the words that past my lips,
Close your eyes, shut your mouth; no more premeditated quips.
You tell me what I'm thinking, you tell me what to do, but shut it boy I'm not listening,
coz I'm not the same as you.
I don't want to hear you holla,
I don't want to hear you talk.
You need to change your mindset this ain't 1954.
Misogeny is outdated, Women got the vote.
No more blinged up candy, so you can sit around and gloat.
Coz you ain't no gangster rapper, whatever's on your mind,
You're a self fulfilling proficy who isn't colourblind.
If you want gain respect, treat others with it too,
then in return you'll get it back and maybe they'll love you.
But, if I'm really honest you ain't got it, no you ain't .
The truth may hurt you feelings,
Though it's other lives you taint.
20th June 2018
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