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Traditional Poetry and a New Age Poetry

Many a poet I know a fool
acting like they know-it-all
many a poet I know a tool
acting like "Mr Poet-all" 
unknowingly showing me 
their knowledge of poetry
has boundaries surrounding
ideas rebounding around 
their impounded grounds 
only seeing the same repeatedly 
nothing new unfortunately 
forever under lock and key
belittling anything new they see.

As a poet I'm not especially traditional
more so "special" writing additional 
my raw and new to poetry style
unlike those into poetry awhile
so can I now pick the thoughts
of a traditional poet know-it-all 
I believe to be caught in restriction walls
appearing to parrot what taught in schools
see if I perceive conviction in their cause
or robotic perspective their memory stores 
too Inspect credentials for signs set in stone
content or unambitious toward the unknown 
should I see respect or a moody moan
for new styles outside their own zone

Seemingly their priority is to teach all to try to be 
writing unoriginally prevent the mind think free 
in a strictly stricken view I see crippling you 
never trying new or seeking something else to do 
you have regulations on how creativity is written
preventing inspiration thus so negatively driven
speculating with unchallenged repetition 
as though been tutored to a limit
you're now failing to ascend merited 
having starved all but within it.

So please respect my detected inclination at play
but poetry is a creative artform not set in its ways 
and those paved paths you pace and wear thin
were once unpaved before their now adored placing
so shouldn't a creative artform progress and not stay there
wouldn't it go on new quests paving unpaved or 
invent realise and find in amaze ways new spaces
not be assigned a confined station like railways 
instead seek to new roads or train to fly the skies
cus a closed off mind concealed in a cocoon 
denies the butterfly wings the room
like a inverted narrow mind blinds clues

let's preserve and branch from the lay of the track
if poetry stays then poetry slacks but if adapts
poetry won't wear weak crumble and crack
recycling the same will only sink in to the black

I don't want to conform to the common or normal
because I see it as a creative short fall.

So why refuse new styles when you could embrace all poetry?
are you a poet or are you a phoney?
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Resurrection

(Chorus)
You think you've got swagger but really you hobble,
you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble,
don't start on me mate 'cus I will bring trouble,
to put it into slang words I'm Barney Rubble.

(Verse)
I will ruffle trouble 
'cus I'm on another level
that bombs with the base 
and stings with the treble,
I'll strut face to face with any ace rebel,
and put them in their place with their constant bull.

When I rhyme with my contortionist wrist
it expels a mist that sits around my fist,
I spell magic out on paper,
I'm playing with danger,
Mr. Wizardry the word selectionist,
squiggling fiction at speeds that feed friction
into rhymes that are non stop hot and cool, 
so flames don't flame on the table top,
journey with me to witness the plot,
the earth shaker creator of perfected hip hop,
starting revolutions so that mumble is forgot,
dislodging the rust and rot it coughs that clots
and instating my Barney Rubble at the top. 

(Chorus x2)

(Verse)
That last verse was just a small handful,
a sample of something that you cannot handle,
a scan like a bar code,
so lets open up the road and I'll unload these words,
I can't conceal this skill that rolls like wheels,
a Rolls Royce wearing heels,
in fancy halls doing dancing drills,
with golden walls 
to an old skool beat treat.
I wont get signed up by any record label,
but I'm still rhyming better than mumble's able,
just admit you're tapping your feet to the beat
while my rhyme sits on top solid like concrete,
with the dancefloor crammed full,
they're pulling at all angles,
making the memories 
that'll last 'til they're O A P's,
they think they've got swagger 
and they're like Mick Jagger,
they're more like Sepp Blatter
but a little bit fatter.

(Chorus x2)

(Verse)
You can call me Trimendous and true,
you thought I'd flew crashed and was screwed,
but I took it back to what inspired my act,
an old skool hip hop sick rhyme attack,
I rhymed in flight with this write
and its smile's wild with sublime delight,
there are no poetic rare words 
and I don't need swear words
in this dictionary spared verse
with airstream rhythm you can't burst,
I'm wearing this deserved set of words
that pilots and surges to my re-emergence,
a certainty that was never urgent
and not an encore from behind the curtains.

(Chorus x2)
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Hit 'Em Up Collaboration With Brenda Chiri

I write like bakers bake
my rhymes make earth shake
Going into contest with me was your biggest mistake
I control the earths plates, tectonics, your rhymes are bollocks
I cause land slides and earthquakes
I don't hate but I do devastate,
Is the rhythm of your rhyme hidden?
I'm going back and forth with my decision
I'd like to think it's something I'm missin'
but I cant see it in what you've written,
You stagnate rhymes
I contemplate the punishment for these crimes,
don't harp that you'll defeat me 
I'm a giant you can't even see me
Now back and forth like red and meth I hand you over to little missy,
you pissed us both off so we share a rhyme to make you look silly.......... 

Your rhymes don't even matter
my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my homies gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
It might not concern you but
I'll thermonuclear burn you, you're a human sacrifice
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ and 
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices 
Me n trim shady here to party like Tom Brady 
We stay cooler than an Eskimo baby 
V is for Victory, we mastered your trickery
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me 
Fire colabs from here to infinity 

you heard her infinity
even with a radar and map you cant find our reality 
we're in another galaxy 
you've barely the ability of a fetus 
how dare you compete with us
 and this U S U K special relationship isn't putting you at a handicap 
it's natures act, you can't rhyme or rap 
put your dick between your legs and make a tail 
walk away with your head down cus your insults fail, 
the only insult that landed is that you went up against us
 with terrible stale dribble 
that you squiggle 
all brainless and minimal 
like an unevolved mammal 
writing without the opposable thumb by miracle 
sounding dumb and undesirable,
when I read it I became miserable, 
I desire a quick fire high flyer 
like me with quick wit that aspires but you were dire 
and dim, you aint no Trim,
you're a fool who should return to school. 

collaboration with Brenda Chiri
first and third Trim
second Brenda
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Victimized Female

Emotional conviction from a minds depiction
Lays out mind restriction 
But will only bring friction
I can try to explain my explanation
With the utmost diction
Elaborating the reasons for stitching a heart that needs fixing
The slightest concern never discerns act and repercussion
From the lessons we learn
Sugar coated poems read by a sugar coated poet
Leads the poet with info.but fails show it
Poor victims who are victimized
After I lay out warning signs
The state of minds
Do need to change with the time
I thought one would know oneself
If not no one elsebecause no one else
Would give no one help
Now ones health has declined far below ones wealth
I refuse for that one to help oneself
Trouble that finds she
Add to the troubles that blind me
Questioning why am I falling
Its because I am not crawling but I am walking blindly
I attempt to put all issues behind me
That night as my heart burned wit concern
Of one who was slow winding
My own business Im minding
But the placement of ones crying for help
And my boredoms timing
Leads to the finding and refining
Of my minds rhyming
Lost and bedazzled and utterly confused
Leaves me frustrated but yet shockingly amused
Even though its f'd up
It still aint shocking news
Because my foreshadowing was used 
But my mind refused to lose the info
That she would be used

Ni99az are stalkers seeking their prey
And most females are modestly blinded
Because they see them everyday
See every ni99as the same
But we have the potential to be different
The few females that know need to tell
Most females what they are missing
We all have choices
And one of them is to listen
I aint trying to preach to you
Im just trying to help you avoid going thru such afflictions
Because you to could fall victim
To problems to the point of no return 
With no one to fix em
Some have vivid perceptions
Im here to help you see
Cus THAT Ni99A
Can turn a night of romance 180 degrees
So before the moment is ceased
Ima need you to breathe and freeze
Before you get on your knees
And heed to his commands
Life may seem surreal
But it aint on demand
So I say to you all
Watch who you know
And watch who you trust
Watch who you crush
And watch what you lust
I jus hope no one missed my message
Because at any moment
A ni99a can steal
What you thought was precious!!
Form:

It Reads Like a Rap

Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use words repeatedly,
repeat you see,
repeatedly.

We'll use that as the chorus,
it's easy and thoughtless,
lets build a rhyme fortress
with verse summersaultus,
not a word but I don't care,
eating apples grapes and pears,
seeking angles of praise from flair,
story starts now take a chair.
Out in public with clothes removed,
I've had this dream but now it's true,
a dude that's nude and on the move,
without a pube all in plain view,
swing it like a helicopter,
round and round 'til someone stops ya,
grab some weed and party poppers,
run down streets to dart from coppers,
drinking aftershock that shocks ya,
always after the shot has docked ya,
stick your head between some knockers,
wake up thick lipped at the doctors.

(Chorus)

Write it like a conversation,
it might give it a new dimension,
in that last verse you forced the rhyme,
of course that's fine in this rap rhyme,
'cus rap is rhyme it's rhyme they rap,
that is a fact a fact is that,
by it's nature rap is rhyme,
if it reads like a rap then it reads like a rhyme,
does that mean always rhyme is rap,
of course it isn't it's less than that,
now that sounds mean, 
what do you mean,
rap rhymes are rhymes and rap,
rhymes just rhyme they're not rap,
well what's this verse then is it rap?
No my friend this verse is crap,
I hope they remember this is a conversation,
they're not reading you lost their attention.

(Chorus)

A third verse now this is long winded,
it's forced and pointless poets cringing,
get back to the story, 
now you were knocked out,
yes and I remember nowt,
then what the hell's this rhyme about,
it's like a selfie with lips that pout,
no one cares except the poser,
that means no one notes the nose hair,
wrap this up it's going nowhere,
rap it up like you're a rapper,
this poem keeps on getting crapper,
no one's read as far as here, 
in this worse rhyme you've wrote all year,
at least it flows like hip hop songs,
it flows with flow its flow is strong,
to flow like this use words not long,
here's the chorus lets sing along. 

(Chorus)
 
it reads like a hip hop 

POTD 17/10/2018
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Don'T Bide Your Time

In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by 
Define time 
Lives a ***** then you die 
Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate
In dire straight bathing as the holy water washes over my tired face 
I sate thirst 
I taste black words emerge that I wanna say 
and they say I'm shot away 
First and second take pressing play checking the record again
Third I gotta change 
Forth, fifth, sixth day Armageddon
Getting too close to the edges better slow down ya fast progression of mad acts of mankind's expansion of minds 
Enhanced heights
Drawing a line's unintelligible in the advancement of time 
At the end of our time do we start again? 
Running the marathon man labyrinth 
Passionate
Partaking in challenges 
Participant champion triumphs 
No standing on iron shoulders of arrogant giants
I'm the desert rat blazing a trail in my chariot of fire 
Call me Pisces Iscariot sia-mese dream
Twin town hide and seek 
Me, myself and I feature split minds spitefully 
My real self hides inside myself and screams blue murder 
From the tomb where my wounds tumor 
Terminal doom soon turns gloomier 
Duma key frenzied telepath terror streak
reeks havoc and brings sheer panic to every street 
Splashing ink on a blank canvas 
Painting the future with an exact accurate dooms day
In fact grab a seat at the master piece gallery of art of new fate 
As a new day dawns ya fates drawn 
Ya destiny's death till then you'll work just to pay for it 
I'm sleep walking with one foot in my grave scourging in flames and the pains more moreish than this draw that I crave
Mad thoughts on my brain scattered funny
I'm that ex druggy heard talking to my sex life in a language I actually haven't studied
Which way is up cus this ascension gets me spinning out twisting figure eights into eyes of the thickest clouds 
Brainstorm demon outcast from our modern lands 
Phantom of the opera mask 
Shock horror comic graph-ic novel 
Zombie slash monster mash 
Rapid action packed chapters
This mad dog's rabid 
Scattering the ashes and rise a hundred phoenix
Evoke the cross ghosts demons and summon the spirits of lost souls 
I'm like a poltergeist with a cross bow with poisonous bolts
I'll possess any joyous host 
Annoy me I'll destroy every toy ya own 
I enjoy walking through this void alone
Form: Rhyme

Narcissistic Commitment

People don’t think of you the way that you like 
who do you think you’re conning when talking all that ite 
blagging everybody you come into contact with 
proud of the first opportunity to take advantage of gifts
boasting about your blagging skills as if you ain’t known as a blagger who can’t be trusted with anything always a late giver backer
when the first impression you make shifts to a shady replacement 
to never reappear after that first meeting you’re different 
and when debts ain’t paid you never blame yourself 
you go and point incompetence at somebody else 
so it’s never your fault and therefore cannot be helped 
treating friends unfair 
until there ain’t no one there 
because you just don’t care 
but in your stories you swear 
that you’re selfless and prepared 
to save everyone who is facing despair 
after blaming the individual for their own fate 
comparing the fact you made decisions that they ain’t 
because you make the right choices and have superior vision 
sounding authentic to those who don’t expect to hear fibbing 
and when you big yourself up there’s also somebody digging 
and though they helped you back up you forget that as you kick ‘em 
saying you wanna help as you continue to hit ‘em 
acting like it’s all their fault as you leak criticism 
combined with a sad face to ensure the sympathy’s given 
because you lost a mate 
when they fell into this place 
but last month they were fake 
and it was too much to take 
for now they’re nowhere to trace 
as they avoid you with hate 
as you remove yourself 
from any involvement or blame 
and act all confused
saying they must be insane 
because to not like you 
must mean they haven’t a brain 
and then you emphasis this point 
by saying they’re the slow train 
who you have to help by shining 
a light that explains 
the simplest interactions 
that they take the wrong way
in fact if you speak to your friend 
they would be right as rain 
as the fact they don’t like you 
is their stupid mistake 

The narcissist in you evident 
cold twisted malevolent 
suffering though you’re innocent 
from someone far less intelligent 
now confused by developments 
believing things deemed irrelevant 
a friend you’ll save cus you’re brilliant 
despite the painful experience
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Form: Rhyme

Turn Around

I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become 
I’m different to all And not just some 
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me 
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I live like I’m dumb 
progression always stalls 
I guess I’m a chump
I left it to fate when I went for suicide 
it was chance pure chance 
I really should’ve died 
there’s no reason at all 
that I would be found 
I thought I’d be placed 
6 foot underground
So I live with this hate that I have for myself 
I will never have a family with this mental health
I must have been Hitler in my last life
Cus nothing good occurs just misery and strife 
Left-handed right handed ADHD 
depression self loathing and anxiety, 
I’m sick to death of how I be it keeps me inside 
every day I say I’ll fight then I just hide, 
I haven’t got a drive 
I haven’t got pride 
How can I fight 
with desire to die 
how can you make life 
when you ain’t really alive 
then I ask, 
If I feel like this I should be proud I survive
Trying to finish me off but can’t stop my stride,
And if I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm,
I think the anger hands me an angle
but unsighted what good is a candle 
senses blind and the brain sits tangled
but the body fresh able not mank or mangled, 
in a fight I fight if I can coordinate 
if you move and think you can harness strength 
Sighted unsighted you ain’t damned or too late
If you can move and think you must operate
change your world if it’s bringing you down 
climb up it laugh and clown around 
Cus everybody is destined for the ground 
when everyone stays no thoughts sight or sound
so taste the air the nectar and flair 
allow the dreams that are not there 
smell the roses get caught on the nettles 
And if life is bad refuse to settle
I’m not thinking of the person I’ve become
but what I can build what can be done 
I miss the people the scenes and sun 
why am I sitting when the option is run 
why am I thinking of what is and has been
wiped the hate and mean clear so the knocker is clean 
set out and enjoy the dreams achievable 
always be positive because the air is breathable 
Reach for the impossible however unbelievable 
I stand unbeaten and therefore unbeatable
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Form: Rhyme

We Are the Victors I'M Back

I’d like too invite all to be my guest
a dine of mindfulness and rhyme digest 
a week of conflict now victory blessed 
standing united to silence a pest

Since the last time you heard from me I was banned again
ran my mouth and pen and stand condemned 
taking a time out as the site suspended
yet always polite to poets I’ve befriended 

In my lifetime of few consistences 
a sucker for trouble 
not designed for resistance 
never stuck in a bubble 
don’t run nor crumble
my back’s up I stand tall
I’m one for the rumble 
not decided but natural

I’m an alpha with a non fictional reaction 
I can’t stray from friction I give it back to ‘em

They flint 
I flame 
retardants 
don’t reign 

Even with intense insistence I’m risky
back and forth witty hits get me frisky
I’m Jack Daniels confrontation’s whiskey 

and as it ascends force 
whistling me wolf
I submit my thoughts 
with all above board 

but as the war gets me bored 
within my core recycled and restored
enemy amo pours out below par
firing missiles I go to far

through lost remorse
this one track horse
gallops the course
with overwhelming force

only to fail care and I fall where I fell before

Standing up squarely 
Cus nobody scares me
then punished unfairly 
cus I ain’t no fairy 

Deemed out of line
as I mouth my mind
blow for blow with swines 
or write down rhymes

I’ve got one finger for sign language 
knowing 5 fold in flight damage 

You’re not the first to run me down
I’m not one to get the boys around 
“I know a lot of people” not my threat 
get me vexed I come direct 

Others rely on their made up crew
not me though mate I come straight for you

One minute you’re coming calling me chump
the next minute running Forest Gump
I’ve never experienced intimidated slumps
the altercation ignition leads me to jump

start the motor ticks, over being a victim
insults thrown deflect don’t sink in
get thrown back with hurt inflicting
stand his ground does Nick Trim

Will call us HMS Victory and him the birds eye on a French deck,
one cannon ball later he’s drenched in a shipwreck 

So thanks to the soupers standing with me,
the victory with us not he,
again I say soupers standing with me
are the ones standing victoriously
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Form: Verse

Can I Kartel You

You think you're Godzilla 
but you're just a Gorilla,
that's what happens when you've got gonorrhea,
my skin colours vanilla
my skills are killa and real
you're run of the mill, a fail
can't you tell you didn't do well,
that Kartel manure smell
of Kountry music don't sell,
a wannabe that wants to be on X Factor
in a field riding a wrecked tractor,
tracks that no mind will capture,
you're no rapper, a can't act actor and no rhyme writer
with poor rhyming from your core 
the fact is you naturally bore, 
getting done by amateurs
that means s**t for sure and below my stature,
take a step back and see the big picture, 
there's no record label coming for your signature,
you should turn around and head for the door
and not turn this battle rap into a war, 
snore, pass out snore music,
20 years and there's still no use for it,
your rhymes are insignificant
your average skill's no different
stop thinking you're magnificent
and realise you're just a hunt.

Yet you think you're good, 
umm missing a nail or screw
let's face facts your music is poo,
can you not make a beat with flow?
Your music makes me sit in a seat depressed and low
through ignorance your skill's seen no grow,
so excuse my rant but your music is pants,
professional status, you've got no clucking chance.

You're so unlikely to upstage my quickly written
lickety split thermonuclear lit quick wit 
with whatever you pick 
to pull out your bag of tricks 
because I'll make it unstick
quicker than thumbs can click through your music,
making videos in which you go on the phone,
cliche prone, stereotype replica
look at ya forever inferior,
making out you've golden interior,
but Postman Pat out delivers letters
and is better with more under the hat
you've empty space where your brain sat,
writing rubbish, getting fat,
one year in I'm getting published
you skank like a grandad with one wish
you long to be served a contract,
take note of the situation
you've been rhyming for a generation,
and you'll never be a sensation,
just a symbol of humiliation,

........ cus Rosko thinks he's the dogs bollocks,
while the rest of us just think he's bollocks.
That's all bossco, that's all I have to country cartel you.
Over and out, they call me Sue.
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Form: Rhyme

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