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Remember that commercial tool,
that fool Ja Rule.
The miniature 2Pac image imitator,
packaged and bought up but in no way similar.
Was Suge or the Illuminati really behind Pac's murder?
Suge, a dangerous man with many enemies,
while east and west were representing territories.
But Ja was a clone of Pac's identity,
now stop and think....
MURDER INC.
You see off the rival companies,
then you replicate what made them pennies.
It's not that Suge wasn't capable,
it's that someone else had more to gain from it all.
Pac was bigger than the whole of Bad Boy,
even with Biggie Pac was able to destroy.
And what gets put to market knowing it would sell,
Ja Rule and his crew, Murder Inc mocking us and well
hidden by the distraction of the stories and conspiracies
but the east coast killed Pac then benefitted financially.
And it says what it says when he went at 50 Cent,
after all Deathrow artists started a new label to be different.
Aftermath, with Dre and Shady became the main event,
once again the east coast was outdone and unable to prevent
being overshadowed and seen as less relevant.
The Game got signed in a shady way,
they made sure that the market would hear him play,
so I don't think it was Suge or the Illuminati,
when MURDER INC. is a name based on mockery.
Business leaders killed 2Pac,
they did it to be the leader of the pack.
Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed
Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield
Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good
Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i watched
Streched beyond any limits.! Yet back on track cause we'll
Never quit.' some news for
klause harani; and other w e f
Sh!!ts.) Why not charter some planes? For internal rides
Like good old T A A..! boy' they made some strides'
I'll always remember the red intials so bold.' They are an
Icon to me still' the memory holds.) So mates of Hoody'
What say you.? True blue Aussies!! Is this game for you?
One life on earth, will you choose to fly freedoms message
In those expansive skies? To Make it known you stood to
Loose.? Or gain? a nation back again' I ask! you choose?? I see
Such a group, can turn it round, in just a few marsupial
Bounds ! Be like Houges ' who painted the steels yet
Climbed to the stars.' Raise up a nation to how it should
Deal' with life and any challenge, i implore you! To Rally round
Get some spring in yourselves.' And like red roo's you'll be
Off the ground!!
Flava flav, Run DMC,
Digital Underground.
The early 90's I found hip hop.
I found poetry..
Langston Hughes, led to
Tupac Shakur.
Do you remember "Jada"
and "When ure hero falls"
Flamboyant, charismatic,
scholastic,
a ghetto philosopher..
"Thug Life", "2Pacolipse"
I heard you, I felt your pain,
your struggles...
"All Eyes on me"
and my favorite,
Makaveli...
You inspired me.
many have lost resolve to me,
by your collaboration with Jodeci.
"Me and my Girlfriend"
A masterpiece...
Tupac and Biggie,
friends turned vicious enemies.
Five shots,
an attempted murder plot
brought conflict and
a Bill Boards top ten spot...
interactions with Faith,
enhanced Biggies rage
"West coast, East coast"
beef took center stage....
Yet through all of your controversy
you would shock and amaze.
God has judged you my friend!!
I see you in white, sharp
with a glass of "Thug Passion".
When I meet my fate,
I'll see you with Nas
chillin',
in "Thugs Mansion"
I love you Pac!!
This poem is dedicated to one of the greatest artists of all time.
Tupac Shakur will never be forgotten, his message inspired many
before and after his death.... The name Tupac Shakur will always live on..
June 16th 1971--- September 13, 1996
RIP, we miss you Pac!!!
Jared Pickett
6/10/2010
Asavvy1
This poem has been written for Raul Moreno's Tupac Shakur contest.....
Enjoy my friend!!!!!
THE BANDANA AND THE HAT
R.I.P Big Poppa,
Biggie Smallz Junior mafia,
One & only shot-stopper.
R.I.P Pac the Makavelli,
Amaru Shakur the legendary.
The two were a force, others secondary.
Notorious B.I.G was riding high 94,
Tracks rolling in and more in store.
The world was waiting for the outcome,
"Ready to Die" was the album,
But was he actually ready to die,
take a bow and cross the Nile
especially when he was conquering the world?
Their demise, to the entire universe, was odd.
Woe to the Compton gangs,
Orlando Anderson culpable of death fangs.
Even though Pac was fed by Death Row,
he never sign up for that death blow.
Despite "All Eyez On Me" and "Changes",
'cuffs and jail couldn't stop him from rockin' stages.
Despite "Me Against The World",
he still indelibly "Hit em up" like a god.
Woe to the Southside Crips,
Ghost of karma momentarily sleeps
but vows: "my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!"
Son of the gun, what's reaped is due to what you sow.
Thug Life witnessed a Thug Angel surrender to an attack,
That night, Black devils drove by in white Cardillac.
Cacophonous mongering hint the HAT had to pay.
Los Angeles, City of Angels whisked away
And extinguished B.I.G courtesy Billups,
godfather L.A.P. D officer hired to pull out all the stops...
Leaving all square and lifeless Biggie's corpse.
The world never forget the Bandana & the Hat;
They was young and dumb but they had heart.
September '96 stole the revolutionary from us,
The bandana finally stumbled on lost course
despite Kidada's love & Suge Knight's million dol$.
March '97 blacked-out Brooklyn-born Biggie,
Puffy or Faith couldn't keep him alive,what a pity!
R.I.P Biggie and Makavelli.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2022
Sit down. Shut up. Be quiet.
I need no aide in my quest. I take no prisoners and I expect no help.
If a Prince Charming comes, I will kick him into Neverland.
Have sword and shield, will travel.
A pirate queen, a shooting star, a force to be heard, and revered.
I take no prisoners, and I expect no help.
What did I say?
Sit down. Shut up. Be quiet!
I was not kidding then, and I am not a changeable woman.
I can do this. I have done this. I will do it again, even if there is blood.
I have smeared myself onto lamp posts before, no biggie.
What did I just say?
Sheesh!
Men are so difficult to control these days.
I glare at him with my deadliest glare as he jumps up and patters
off into his man cave.
Husbands are so difficult when they decide to liberate themselves....
So.
Time to see her.
At 2:48pm.
Wake up (4:00).
Constant strutting.
Nails chewed.
Overthinking.
Stress-eating.
2 hour shower.
:):(:):(:):(:) (whatever that is)
4 kilograms of Dad's cologne.
8 kilograms of Mom's hair cream.
Overthinking.
Should I cancel?
Overthinking.
Overthinking.
Overthinking.
................
Arrived.
I'm a grown man.
I can do this.
No biggie.
Filled with fake confidence
Walking around.
Chest inflated.
Humming a tune.
Soldier-like posture.
................
See her in the distance.
All.
Hell.
Breaks.
Loose.
Confidence dissipated.
Legs stiff.
Chest deflated.
Nervous mutters to myself.
Ragdoll posture.
She's in front of me.
Oh no
Oh
No
Oh
No
Oh-
But then...she smiles and...
.Silence.Peace.Serenity.
My mind devoid of anything but her
Wow he's ethereal.
Wow her smile could illuminate midnight.
Wow she makes any clothes gleam.
Wow her skin looks like silk.
Wow her galaxy-like eyes.
Wow her -
Wait is her mouth moving?
Uh oh
Uhhhh
"Sorry, did you say something?"
The Quota of Ten
Oh, God! Help me to write something
touching and reflective today.
To be concerned with inner truth.
Not rushed, please help me ...to
overcome my poetic arrogance.
To not just post just anything to
meet the "Quota of Ten".
But to have a poem with real meaning,
A number fulfilled~ does not a great
poem or poet make.
It's rushed words on paper, that leaves
me forlorn, empty and and me....
Feeling like a poetic imposter.
I doubt any poet of note~sat down
and rushed off to "pen ten"!
This feels like a football game-))
Worse yet, each day of the year?
Imagine Shakespeare doing such twaddle.
It's a race to be popular here and what to call
that..I am at a loss.
A game of vanity~nothing more!
ee Cummings in a whole lifetime
wrote 700 poems of lasting veracity
and depth!
They last through the ages, he is one
of the poetry sages we never forget.
I wish there were no "Quota of Ten".
I am no doubt considered weird and
that's totally nothing new to me.
Ten short poems any one of us can cook
up! No biggie!
There are magnificent poets here who
understand that.
They don't participate in this game, I
so admire them~ so significant.
And their poetry stands like outstanding
mosaic works of word art, with a
heart.
Their poems so magnificent, they truly
move my heart.
A salute to them and their kindness to
responses to comments
God bless their compassionate and unselfish
souls.
To learn from you, is one of goals.
Panagiota Romios
4/28/2019
8:30 am PST
The day my life went bizacko,
I had me a brush with “big C”
“No biggie; just radiation,” they said,
“after lumpectomy.”
“No, wait,” said the surgeon,“Your cancer’s genetic!
Let’s have you do chemo too.”
A doctor friend wiser said that would be
a ludicrous thing to do.
Chemo just for prevention?
How wackadoodle is that?
Despite the fact I’m “genetic,”
I turned down their chemo flat.
Did radiation and thought I was done
till my bones were then given a scan.
“Keep your bones strong. You must take our drug,”
said my doofus oncologist man.
Prolia shots every six months.
Four times I did that in all.
Come to find out – folks going OFF it
are breaking their bones when they fall!
I went off it anyway.
Rare side effects were making me feel insane.
Two years since then and still I have got
Prolia on my brain.
My mouth is bizarre -half-numb and plain dumb
like my outer lips aren’t even there!
Like plastic or wool my mouth feels inside,
so an old worn-out mouthguard I wear.
The mouthguard’s my comfort, but it’s gotten yellow
and I look strange when I smile.
Good thing for me to NOT be in public
but stuck in my house for this while.
New doctors I visit will not diagnose me.
One of them thinks I am whacko.
Doctors look after each OTHER while I
keep living a life bizacko!
April 1, 2020
239 words for Caren Krutsinger's The Day My Life Went Whacko Poetry Contest
Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon
All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?
for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest
Where were you when the sky was falling?
When world leaders were changing plans
(From exposrure to gain immunity') as
Boris Jhonson in Britain and Holland, said
That was how; health would best stand.' Was it bribery that changed their course ? Into pleading.' And whining what gappened
Per-force..I was not as advice came from
A corner shop chemist.' Anyway things got
Changed we went off into the mist, then
Boris got sick..Same as I had we both got
Through 'so not that sad' he said he'd gained immunity.' And went maskless round..But that could not last, in big pharmas town.' So they got him masked
Soon people were falling' tickers showed the death count on tv's i was rising in seconds ' dearie me' travel was banned yet
Cummings went in trains, there were parties at no 10..Don't you find it strange?
Or was there more truth in the earlier plan.?
Not control and billions oriented.' Onerous
To both woman and man..mat hancovk where has he gone.? Counting beans i'd guess.? Or ski ing at Dav'os place maybe it
Suits him best.? I know its hard yakka, for
Embalmers, due to blood clots measured in up to yards..Never before an issue.? I guess something must be causationsl maybe all were eating lard.? Cause health is such a biggie.' As so often we are told thats why, they locked up Fuellmich cause
Old Rheiner..? Well He got them told.!