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Ephemeral online moment...
Yours truly plagiarizes himself with zeal
courtesy mental cogs and rusty wheel,
thus no literary crime committed to steel
I broadcast material shown thru rickety
black and white Roman Times newsreel
forthwith shoddy wordplay exempts me
against copyright infringement meaning
only I own privilege to take self to heel,
nevertheless yours truly hoops longshot
to score brownie points a higher power,
I will not cajole, bribe nor appeal...
while sitting on haunches horsing around
contemplating how to clearly expound
idea that the here and now does not exist
cuz no sooner then present moment
experienced than bitta bing bitta bang...
little block of time immediately gone,
hence quite profound...
Whereby present, i.e.
2:24 PM March 4th, 2021
instantaneously becomes past.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
RAPPERS & LEGENDS IN THE UFC
In the Octagon, where fists collide,
All Eyez on we, the view is worldwide.
This battle's a wild mix of might & rhythm,
But when the ref calls time, it's all for a gold limb.4
Tupac enters first with ferocity and might,
Throwing rhyme-punches at anything in sight.
Shakur is a warrior with words that pierce,
In the cage, his passion is so fierce.8
Biggie Smallz steps in, swagger and style,
His lyrics hit hard, his punches fueled by guile.
A heavyweight with rhymes so smooth,
In the UFC, his flows would make crowds groove.¹²
Eminem jumps in, the lyrical genius unbound,
With lightning speed, his opponents confound.
The real Slim Shady proves he's the lyrical master,
His rapid-fire knocks out opponents faster.¹6
Here comes Kendrick Lamar, a UFC pro.
In the octagon, he brings the flyest flow.
A warrior poet, he weaves a lyrical spell,
Knocks-out his foes before the jingle of the bell.²°
50 Cent's in the ring, ice cold, bold & untamed,
Knocking out opponents, leaving them maimed.
When he brings the Gorilla Units, there's tremor
But when he's solo, he's sharp as a razor.²4
Snoop Dogg's turn, laid-back, swag & chill,
His flow hypnotizes, his punches kill.
Unleash him in the cage, watch him brag
With hit smash, he's always on track.²8
Lil' Wayne joins the fight, tattooed and bold,
His wordplay stings, his punches take hold.
Young Mulla won't back down from any rap mission,
His punches hit hard like a lyrical collision.³²
Wiz Khalifa enters, smooth like no other,
His punches light up foes, he's a stunner!
With his cold-chill swag & cool demeanor,
He brings the smoke & reigns like the guvnor.³6
And last but not least, Travis Scott takes a stand,
His melodic punches echo through the land.
Trap Music King with energy on full blast,
In the Octagon, his performance would last.4°
As the rappers clash in this UFC rap quest,
Their words like punches put their skills to the test.
Each with their own unique vibe and flair.
Envision the battles they would share.44
As the crowd roars, this sight appeared sublime,
Their applause jubilant, returning us from the dream,
For in this arena, these rappers reign supreme.47
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Mysterious pulse of old Japan:
Oriental strides of nurtured grace;
Cultured impulse in mindful trend.
Painted faces with measured trace:
Years of training now fruit fine skills;
Motif graces that gently pace.
Merge with duty in kind goodwill:
Delicate moves put men at ease;
Fine robes silky as softness fills.
Walk on still air with radiant peace:
Sweet music floats in song and dance;
A touch most fair as charm funds ease.
Sweet scents abide in steady stance:
Fragrant cherry blossoms delight;
Hostess makes strides to flavour dance.
There is a heart that sees things light:
Whispers most sweet warm murmurs here;
Choice sparks fond art in precious sights.
Listen, art weaves sensuous cheer:
Know sure finesse in cultured ways;
Petals and leaves, poignant grace steers.
Geisha maiden livens sure sway:
Gentle yet firm with sacred code;
Courteous haven that honours play.
Evening comes by nature's mode:
To waltz the guests with tender poise;
Explore and sum the festive lode.
Feed special treat for merry choice:
Discipline tells in cultured plot;
Look to chimed feats with measured voice.
Geisha knows how to prime each lot:
Pulse of movement that entertains;
Swaying flows now with subtle thought.
Years of passion as purpose trains:
Looking to sculpt a way of life;
See pure action where intent gains.
Glimpse the lure of cultured strife:
Here by the gate on Eastern shores;
Costume feels sure a beauty's life.
Mind and heart sign in craft and more:
Body allure that tells a tale;
Zen-like fine art to unleash core.
Delicate moves in rice brewed ale:
Joy serenades the party mood;
Crisp movement grooves as freshness sails.
Bright moonlight streams a dazzling good:
Lovely looks flood the surge of play;
Dream follows theme in wine and food.
Strains of music dwell with verse say:
Song and haiku to paint a glimpse;
Rhymes string magic as movement strays.
Geisha my dear watch wordplay scheme:
Look to beauty that hides within;
Notice lines steer the path I dream.
Geisha maiden from times unseen:
Fine tapestry from ancient times;
Sculpted haven from ageless scenes.
Geisha looks quaint in modern chimes:
Face laced in paint as silk robes time.
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2014
Singapore
Readers, please lend me your ears
I am Lord Avon, your lovely poet ,
have come here to clarify your doubts. I have mentioned seven stages of human. in my poem All the world's a stage. Human life has twelve stages. says psychologist of modern era
Anyway it's true that
The world is a stage, every one is a player
Pardon me ,
romance is found only in my later poems. I am a messenger of love
which is noticed in all my comedies
Readers you may accept that. I am the first poet
who introduced comedy and tragedy
I have given you a chance
to read comedies, tragedies and histories. My advise for the new poets
Rhyme scheme is not necessary for epics
Hardly you can find rhymes in my poems. Blank verse is well used in my poem. including metaphor,a poetic device. Monologue is criticized by some poets. It's a fashion of the Elizabethan Era
Used more pun in my poems
wordplay is a figure of speech. Punch dialogue is unknown to me
And I am a morning star. which shows way to new poets.
Readers, please lend me your ears
I am Lord Avon, your lovely poet ,
have come here to clarify your doubts. I have mentioned seven stages of human. in my poem All the world's a stage. Human life has twelve stages. says psychologist of modern era
Anyway it's true that
The world is a stage, every one is a player
Pardon me ,
romance is found only in my later poems. I am a messenger of love
which is noticed in all my comedies
Readers you may accept that. I am the first poet
who introduced comedy and tragedy
I have given you a chance
to read comedies, tragedies and histories. My advise for the new poets
Rhyme scheme is not necessary for epics
Hardly you can find rhymes in my poems. Blank verse is well used in my poem. including metaphor,a poetic device. Monologue is criticized by some poets. It's a fashion of the Elizabethan Era
Used more pun in my poems
wordplay is a figure of speech. Punch dialogue is unknown to me
And I am a morning star. which shows way to new poets.
Readers, please lend me your ears
I am Lord Avon, your lovely poet ,
have come here to clarify your doubts. I have mentioned seven stages of human. in my poem All the world's a stage. Human life has twelve stages. says psychologist of modern era
Anyway it's true that
The world is a stage, every one is a player
Pardon me ,
romance is found only in my later poems. I am a messenger of love
which is noticed in all my comedies
Readers you may accept that. I am the first poet
who introduced comedy and tragedy
I have given you a chance
to read comedies, tragedies and histories. My advise for the new poets
Rhyme scheme is not necessary for epics
Hardly you can find rhymes in my poems. Blank verse is well used in my poem. including metaphor,a poetic device. Monologue is criticized by some poets. It's a fashion of the Elizabethan Era
Used more pun in my poems
wordplay is a figure of speech. Punch dialogue is unknown to me
And I am a morning star. which shows way to new poets.
Readers, please lend me your ears
I am Lord Avon, your lovely poet ,
have come here to clarify your doubts. I have mentioned seven stages of human. in my poem All the world's a stage. Human life has twelve stages. says psychologist of modern era
Anyway it's true that
The world is a stage, every one is a player
Pardon me ,
romance is found only in my later poems. I am a messenger of love
which is noticed in all my comedies
Readers you may accept that. I am the first poet
who introduced comedy and tragedy
I have given you a chance
to read comedies, tragedies and histories. My advise for the new poets
Rhyme scheme is not necessary for epics
Hardly you can find rhymes in my poems. Blank verse is well used in my poem. including metaphor,a poetic device. Monologue is criticized by some poets. It's a fashion of the Elizabethan Era
Used more pun in my poems
wordplay is a figure of speech. Punch dialogue is unknown to me
And I am a morning star. which shows way to new poets.
It was a cold night; reach for the pocket to stroke light
Smoke exit his throat ‘til he choke on his own spite
Rolled dice when he walked this concrete
Felt blessed when he didn’t end up on the wrong street
This day felt different; maybe shady
Started out fine; met a dime, a beautiful lady
Took her to a local bar, I forget the name
Taken back; she was a scholar with a perfect frame
Commence to conversation, they spoke knowledge,
She's been through college, now buildin’ a foundation
A female simplistic and very artistic
Now they gettin’ in it and wordplay gettin’ vivid
Thinkin’, “this one is special, she's so interestin’”
Catching every word that passed her lips, always listenin’
Gleam in her eyes, he knows he found something real
Used to be about what he sees; now it’s all in how he feels
Used to be about what he sees; now it's all in how he feels
...
Usually, here’s where he steals her heart, but she has trust issues
'Cuz the last one she trusted misused
She said, “Within my soul exists you
And I remember it every time I kiss you
I miss you when I reminisce
on what we been through." He blew one back, asked “Will this do?”
Cold eyes pierce her like a pistol
Shook her system deep down like a missle
...
Back to the present, she says "This'll never work
'Cuz no offense, but you remind me of the forever hurt.
And to go through it again? For what is it worth
She turned, whispered, "There's nothing real left on this earth."
This hit him in his gut, but he walked and followed
'Cuz when she turned around, he looked deep inside her and saw the sorrow
He said "I wanna be here for you tomorrow
Don't have to give me your whole heart now, just let me borrow
I know how it feels, and I'll never leave you hollow
Don't gotta believe me, but the past is something to swallow
Time moves fast, Apollo, and it's obselete
So girl, I'm glad you and me took the time to stop and speak
And if our paths cross again, see ya soon."
Penned her number on his palm, walked off in the light of the moon
And there he stood on that cold night, flame ignited
Choking on his own spite but his own life is what he's rewriting
Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?
So you a prophet poet, regular Marley meets Dylan
Writin’ about oppression and unjust killin’
Shootin' the Sheriff with a Reggae song
Inspirin' your generation with a sing along
A shot of tequila with a wedge of lime
Saddle up and bide your time
Every line don’t need to rhyme
I can give you a million examples
You don't seem like the lyrical type
Kickin' cold turkey with oranges ripe
That's the fruit that rhymes with nothin’
Fresh squeezed it's good for somethin’
Citric flashback, Tang for the brain
Hyperspace wormholes one cannot explain
Sun dippin' below the rim of a rhymeless plateau
Cow skull and cactus, a timeless tableau
In the twilight gloom, a weather-beaten sign
Free Verse Ranch is the place to dine
Gorge on rhyme-free wordplay victuals
Linguistic linguini and cage-free visuals
Specialty of the house: lemon chicken couplet
With a side of mashed onomatopotatoes--plop!
Gravy sloppin’ down slopes like molten lava
Washed down with mugs of fresh-brewed java
Buzzards circlin' the sky in a lazy ellipse
Moon moseyin' in for a total eclipse
Flee in the dark, take a steed for a ride
Jump the split rail fence to the other side
Leap back in time to a buzzin' hive
Looks like the vortex, circa 1995
Can barely think amid the din
Perfect time for the ‘shrooms to kick in
Tie-dyed girl where I left her spinnin' in place
Band still playin' a trippy Drums n Space
But how strange that I cannot feel my face
How did twenty years vanish without a trace?
Tumbleweed twirlin' down the rutted street
Empty rocking chair swayin' skee-reet skee-reet
'Taters still steamin' like a mini-volcano
Room reeks of whiskey stronger than Drano
Spilled orange juice tricklin' a fly-food slurry
Someone cleared outta Free Verse Ranch in a helluva hurry
The clip-clop of iambic beats, Sheriff on my tail
He wouldn't shoot an unrhymed man, would he?
real life wasn't real nice
so conceal and disguise
and let fly many lies
which fill minds and survive
'til alive and realised
as real life which feels nice
as real dies out and hides
deep inside where it thrives
as real memories arise
of reality and life
when these guys telling lies
showed their nastiest side
and true colours dark and sly
which have changed over time
to a bright light and blue sky
seen as nice now and kind
as real lies are real life
now that real is denied
as real memories in me
most alive aren't supplied
to the outside kept inside
cus if I let them fly
it means I am not nice
and they don't fit the vision
made by lies as real life
with its feeling of nice
which is now factualised
as the reality prized
with such loving delight
and people weren't evil
just so damn bloody nice
and I alone know of the lies
that I must never speak of
because lies are now life
and real life has now died
twisted up tightened twice
what was real wasn't nice
but what's real now delights
twisted up to entice
so now sinners are saints
from when saints weren't alive
and the saints are the sinners
but are saints through their lies
which means the nastiest people
are the best at disguise
whilst the honest real people
become those telling lies
because nasty memories will be wiped over time
replaced by nice ones,
whilst nice ones keep the nasty alive
the nice speak of nasty and are seen as not nice
while the nasty speak nicely and con you for life
honesty suffers and pride comes from lies
I think I'm now wiser since I realised
for me honesty will always suffice
because lies are for people who should get a life
*well done if you followed that, (the real and the lies interchange, the lies become real and the real becomes strange, the unreal becomes real and the real unreal, like a really rapid wheel stopping still, ha, paradox wordplay, if they all agree to disagree, then all agree and disagree, and therefore all agreed and none can disagree yet all do disagree, a metaphor of life and lies)