Ellon Musk
Ellon Musk,that techy king
makes rockets do that bling-bling thing
but if wi-fi drops in space,my friend
even mars gon' need a fiber-end
Nelson Mandela
Madiba
Sat in his prison cell-a,
He said ''Freedom's my only fix,
And my wardens?They need politics''.
Madlera Doe Boy
Tokelo
Sings with all his joy,
His beats are so very hot,
That the DJ wears a cooling-pot
Masthead Media Group
Chug Cramproll made his heelstand in Buffalou so the story goes.
He sprinkledd sand on a surface
and made percussion sounds to the amazment of an audeince.
The song "Mumbled" was used as his entrance theme.
It's beleived it was remixed to the standards
of Modern sounds to have
a edgey Urban feel. " Jive Talking" Cat Vamp was said to be his manager.
"Scatt " and Bebop accompanied them to the ring. Off the wire these sounds like
"oh-be Doo-Bee" with some "ahh-you ahh's"
the debutting sounds of reasons.
So Right" and Yubbia Yubbah"
modern talking swing grooves.
When asked about that debut he said
" I'm a fool to want you: you know
that's life: thats the way it's gotta be!"
Where's that Crooner man; WWhere's that Crooner?"
Zu Du-dum: ooh we!
ahh wee ah!
OOh-wee!
Still hope we can cope
With the nope
Don’t give a damn plan
From that Tandoori tan
Obscene Tangerine dope
Jackanory Mandarin Man
That trope..like to be Pope
Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope
To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope
Just give Mr Grope enough Rope
Opined women..a frump
If they mind.. some bump & grind
Half inching while pinching their rump
The darkness descends
Besotted with anything cosseted
Rotted or garrotted by design
But sign on the dotted line
Raise a 'Stein" of wine
Knaves..slaves.. saved
From the craze & blaze
Of this moral maze & haze
Extinguished by depraved waves
From distinguished graves
Denies his demise is nigh
Popularity sky high he lies
Bliss as the remiss abyss
Of hiss and diss ends
Thanks to a sly bit of
Wry Fab Four rapport
No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye
Off with his head the French might have said
Cos we've read we'll get by instead
With a little help from his (dead) friends
.
i found hern
yes I did
sprouting
from the pretty uv thuh
prairie
cross thuh creek
and to i
hern grant'd mine
look see
and hern pluperfect wuz
and still
iz
she found mine
yes she did
we argue 'bout it
just for
shuck and jive
but 'twuz 'cross thuh
creek
and i did peek
'bout mine duke's digits
worth
i smiled
and ya knowz thuh
poet...
i shuck and jive'd her
'til her clothez
well
y'all knowz
The coffee mug
that my ex-wife bought in London
has come to America.
Its printed message says, "Best Dad Ever."
30 years of morning coffee later
hot Java clears sleep from a clogged throat.
This day, I ponder on the merits
on not being the worst dad ever.
Luckily there are no mug logos
that convey only partial truths.
No jive -
I'm alive.
I'm five!
Bull-jive in the hood is where stories intertwine,
Where truth and fables dance, reality does resign,
A complex web of loaded words, the web of deceit,
Where facts, fantasies, and twisted rhythms meet.
Bull-jive’s an art of spin, the craft of what’s untrue,
Cool cats bust sham grooves, with masterful review,
With a mouth that’s slick, and sugary words so keen,
Brothas so full of bull-jive, and mesmerizing dreams.
Sistas, beware the call, of bull-jive’s sweet embrace,
For the truth will come out, in time and in its place,
In the darkness of deceit, the light is always sincere,
Bull-jive shines briefly, but the truth will persevere.
In this world of bull-jive, let wisdom be your guide,
With an eye for honest men, and falsehood set aside,
For in the end, what is genuine, real, tried, and true,
Will outlive the bull-jive, and reveal the man for you.
A swift half of cider in the Bodega bar
sadly none of us could afford a car.
Dropping a shilling in the snug juke box
Haley and Elvis,then so unorthodox
Trad jazz with Donegan,Bilk or Collier
no ballroom bacchanalia
Skip,hip-hop style jive
50's music had come alive
I love fashion
and dancing
with a passion
I wear sparkly tops
and shoes to match
I dance with many men
some are a real catch
they lead the way
and pull you in close
we jive all night long
music playing
song after song
I stop for a drink
and to catch my breath
we socialise
and it feels the best!
Divin' Deep down there's guttural
gurgles and burbles
Jivin' in the respirator.
I dive deeper, still deeper
than I've ever been before.
The seabed is littered
with littoral lie-there's
just layin' about,
praying to be picked up
by some swim-on-buy kid like me.
It's a jalopy junk yard down there.
Old shells long discarded by hermit crabs
looking for joyrides in new digs
and sporty convertible squats in RV's.
Shells discarded are great do-uppers
for crabs putting on weight.
No one is homeless down here,
for all shells discarded,
are reborn to after-lives
decreed indeed by need
in Davy Jones' Locker.
Was born back in nineteen-thirty-five
That's nineteen, not eighteen or I wouldn't be alive
I'd surely be long dead
Didn't want you to be misled
Through a Depression and a World War, still doing the jive
There is a bumble rumble
off in the bramble ramble jumble
with bees hovering as the sedum flowers crumble,
flowers perched in fading colors reds and browns
as summer welcomes winter to town
and autumn begins to shut life down;
the buzz feed hums in less quiet gatherings
upon the petals of seedling jabberings
where moth and butterfly are now scattering;
the filibuster clusters in hive jive
store combs of honey to survive
and keep the queen protected and alive;
the working drones tightly huddle
their demanding queen to cuddle
pressed around to warm and snuggle;
and every flutter and wing shiver
promises more warmth to deliver
against the snow and cold of winter bitter;
this is the humble bumble's inner blossom
securing honey of flower nectar and pollen
their worker drone waggle dance most solemn,
preparing their bumble rumble quiet ensemble of autumn.
Do annals violate incarnate divinity?
Justifying a man’s inner repentance,
Wisdom cannot cry from lips of insincerity,
Yet what a sham, becomes this penance,
If temple anointing flows through dross,
And faithless arms is moved by pulse,
Then what O man is the message of the cross?
As madness reigns within these skulls.
A separation of ties from mindless covenants,
Blatant words from a broken heart,
And bloodline flow those whispering seductions,
To cut deep, to shed, to tear apart.
SCHEDULING ALLOWED FOR THOSE
WHO WERE FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A
GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO MEET AND GREET A LEGEND
SOMEONE WHO HAS TRANSMITTED THE LEVELS
OF STARDOM.
"SUMBODY YOU AIN'T SHAMED TO LOVE"
IS WHAT
SOME OF THE CROWD CHANTED"
BACKSTAGE I HEARD THESE TWO GUYS TALKING.
FIRST GUY... I SAW HIS YESTERDAY
OR MAYBE THE DAY BEFORE
SAID HE HAD SOME DOWN TIME
HE HAD SOMETHINGS TO EXPLORE
WE STARTED CHATTING
HE STARTED TALKING ABOUT HIS GIRL
SAID HIS WIFE FOUND THEM OUT
HE WAS GETTING SCARED AS HELL
SAID HE MEET A NEW LADY
SOMEONE WHO MEETS HIS NEEDS
SHE LIKES WHAT I LIKE
AND THINKS JUST LIKE ME
I AIN'T TRY'NA PLAY HER
WE DOWN LIKE FOREVER LOVERS
SHE SPENDS HER TIME LOVING
ME AND I TAKE MY TIME
LOVING HER.
IF YOU WANNA HEAR WHAT THEY ODDA GUY SAID
COME BACK TOMORROW THE SAME THYME
AND THE SAME STATION!
SHE SANG
" I FOUND A FOOL"
BEFORE SHE SANG
" A WHORE'S PLADGUE"
THEY LOVED IT WE SHE GAMED
ON "THE HO'S AND THE EM' MONGAZ"
WHEN SANG" STANKY FREAK"
GUESS WHO POPED UP AS
A SPECAIL GUEST?
"BIG" RICHARD AND DA BALLA'S"
THEY GOT DOWN NOOKIE, DOING
SAMPLES AND SOCCI"
PINK PANTS AND A BROKEN ZIPPA"
SWEET SWEET PINKY RING
THE HAND OF THE FAIREST ONE.
SHE SWAPPED JIGGY WIT
DEW AND DIM, ON
BROKE DOWN IN SOUTH CITY BLUES"
"THE NIGHT YOU WERE CONCEIVED"
AND THEY DID
" THE DAY YOU WERE BORN" TOO!
THE LADIES GOT MADE BY THE TIME
HE FELLAS SANG
" TRICK ASS BYTCH"
GREAT CONCERT
I BETCHA IF THEY
SANG SUM CHURCH SONGS
THEY SAY SUM THANG BOUT-IT
IN THE CHURCH BULITINES.
"AINT NO CLASS, WHEN IT-
COMES TO YOUR OWN"
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