Your spot without you standing there
Could never be the same
Even if it's occupied
By someone with your name
There's only you, your rightful place?
Mic 3 up on the stage
And in my heart you've all the mics
I strum for just you babe
Categories:
mics, devotion, i love you,
Form: Rhyme
Get offline. Meet me at the corner!
My words are like the wind,
whistling in unassuming;
Your words are filled with daggers,
attention seeking shouters;
Can’t come up with ideas of your own,
you’re too focused on yourself to think,
much less see anything else;
Are you just daft or do you
have a death wish?
Get offline! Meet me at the corner;
See I write everyday.
you write when you feel it suits you;
You have no connection to the Muse,
but that’s something you won’t admit to;
I said it before, you’re a one trick pony
and you’ll never change the game;
You can have your five minutes in the Sun,
open mics are merely a small piece of me;
My focus is the words, I’ve already won.
Get offline! Meet me on the page!
Dunk on people?
The one with a vocabulary holds the record;
Will your slang stand up on paper?
Your backboard sits shattered;
I could say it vaguely
but you’d choke on the metaphor;
Such fluid electricity
can’t be found in acrimony;
Are you just daft or do you
have a death wish?
Get offline! Meet me at the corner.
Categories:
mics, anger, emotions, feelings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
For those of you who aren't
Musically au fait
Let me describe to you
How to set up gigs to play
Despite your best efforts
And the preparation done
Inevitably some snag
Will bite you on the bum
You lug in all the gear
It weighs a helluva lot
Only to discover the stage
Is the size of a table top
Only a single power point
Is available for you to use
Leads are strung up everywhere
To trip on as you choose
Tension is running high
As a preliminary strum
Causes feedback squeals
But the worst is yet to come...
The mics are on the blink
The lightings really dim
Someone breaks a string
It's pandemonium!
Categories:
mics, humor,
Form: Rhyme
From the time we opened their door,
it’s not goodbye when it’s a vibe;
Poetry lives forevermore,
the strongest bond we are a tribe;
Memories held so dear describe
all the mics at Constant Coffee;
We will write and never subscribe;
Artists question authority.
Categories:
mics, emotions, feelings, memory, poetry,
Form: Other
If Dania makes video of her husband that is offense but If Zafar Sapari spies us through our cell phones tabs, laptops, cams and mics and records everything that is gerat???
Couplet
Kahin IG ki sifarsh to kahin DG ki meharbaniyan,
Zafar sapari bari lambi chori hain teri kahaniyan..
Categories:
mics, celebrity, character, education, graduate,
Form: Bio
I could care less about
getting a haircut or
finding hair color to
dye my nappy roots
So what my nails need
a fill and my feet look like
I've been walking on eggshells
and frustration
I don't give a damn about
having to cancel weddings
parties
open mics and
play dates
I'm not interested in
swinging on conspiracy theories
while binging on fake news
None of that matters
My first priority is making
it out of this thing alive
mentally
physically
emotionally and
spiritually
I keep busy so depression
won't trump my faith
because in trump,
I have no faith
I want my anxiety to
calm the hell down
and leave me alone
and the more I try to
distract my thoughts
the more those social
media mail carriers
put their junk mail
in my inbox
I wish for a way to return
it to sender
Right now
in this minute
all I'm concerned about is living
to see the return
of another tomorrow
Reclaim my privilege to
openly breathe the air
that lives on the other
side of the wall
©4-8-2020
Categories:
mics, anxiety, depression, emotions, fear,
Form: Free verse
My name is Mario,
I know yall may not know me yet, but you will soon.
I got poetry for days, stacked on my Youtube playlist, ready to be viewed by millions.
I have been writing for almost 8 years, and I know it's time to turn my passion into a profession.
I got poetry that'll make you laugh, cry and might change your life all at the same time.
I'm the one who yall been sleeping on, I got the skills, the discipline, and the body of work to touch mics on any stage, for many this was just a phase, but for me, this was a calling.
I'm not saying I'm the best poet, but I know I'm underrated. Just take one moment out your day to view one of my poems, and I guarantee you'll want to book me to your show.
I don't plan to plan to live the starving artist life, so I'll do whatever it takes to blow you away because I know in those dark cafés I was made to be a light.
I may be young but behind this voice tells the story of a young man who's dealt with hurt, pain, loneliness, and doubt.
Give me a chance and I promise you will snap, clap or shout.
Categories:
mics, character, inspiration, poetry,
Form: Concrete
Tried to stop them, think I failed
everyone who listened, dead or been jailed.
Countries been taken from sea to sea
citizens imprisoned, not roaming free.
We must to try save this great nation
they're tracking monitored communications.
Cameras everywhere, watch where you tread
implanted mics hear every word said.
Only one-way the enemy will stop
cut off the heads of the traitors on top.
Nobody cared when showed the facts
it's easy to see how they looted our taxes.
Remember those jobs, we fought hard to save
now that work's done by third world slaves.
Spread the word, our people need to know
some heard me screaming as highways closed.
"We'll save our country, do all we can
this ain't theirs, this is our land."
And if I die trying, it will be just as well
God, I pray to you, put those bastards in hell.
Categories:
mics, america, conflict, freedom, independence
Form: Lyric
What bound my soul is as hard as bromite
i might not be so intricate with words
i leave sixth sense condescending
my metaphors absolutely power driven
you'd be using Greek mythology if you tying to describe me
like a deadly earthquake i erupt your souls from poverty, exacerbate your minds so you can think properly
while other Emcees dig with mics that are temporal i rock with heavily monumental rhymes and mics that are deadlier!
looking for what bounds my soul is like looking for what bounds Ethiopia and Biafra
Hip Hop is my game
what! Hip Hop is my name!
i write for every black child, black magicians, black slavery and black myth
it was i who spoke about gentrification
i spoke about killings in Africa and poor girl education
Hip Hop educates every black quixotic child
saying to them; be idealistic and practical
the power that i speak of is truly magical
dangerous, nebulous magnetic resonance
what bounds my soul is rocking shows with steady mics
steady rhymes and steady vibes
This is Hip Hop
and it shall not be televised
Categories:
mics, addiction,
Form: Free verse
its in me, the music in my blood my veins it flows continuously.
my heart speaks lyrically as my mind rejoice spiritually.
i live and die for this, music how can you not vibe to this.
let the beat rock, go on and on let the beat rock.
from the blues to r&b from reggae to hip hop the music don't stop.
poetry of the mind to floetry of the heart you can write this and flip flop.
but wait...
if music is your lyfe then don't miss treat it.
if music is your lyfe then put your hands up and gladly repeat this.
Music, this is my vow to you, to stand tall and only speak on whats true.
to represent and respect as my true love, other then the Almighty you are my first love.
us together side by side taken over the world let everybody b a witness.
As we watch the haters grow in number we give them our ass for kisses.
from jazz to rap from country to even pop the music don't stop.
floetry of the heart poetry of the mind you can write this and flip flop.
i live and die for this, music how dare you not vibe to this.
let the beat rock, as the flow continues on let the beat rock.
if music is your lyfe then then pick your mics up and gladly repeat this.
Music, this is my vow to you...
Categories:
mics, passion, heart, write, music,
Form: Rhyme
Plants need water; stamps need glue.
Bricks need mortar; hair: shampoo.
Cars need gas; food needs spices.
Technogeeks need new devices.
Dogs need leashes; letters: stamps.
Folks in wheelchairs need nice ramps.
Zoos need visitors, so do shows.
Igloos wait for Eskimos.
Bands need tubas; singers: mics.
Hiking boots help out on hikes.
Laundry needs detergent; church needs sinners.
Marathons need runners, with some winners.
Teeth need toothpaste; dentists: drills.
Roller coaster riders require thrills.
Tattoo artists must have ink.
Skaters need a skating rink.
Gyms need trainers; schools need teachers.
Stadiums require bleachers.
Beds need pillows; sailboats: sails.
Hammers must desire nails.
Symbiosis sees us through,
Which explains why – I need you!
Categories:
mics, introspection, love,
Form: Couplet
I finally ficsed my scatter brained poetic mind
My friend Bacster gave me an unorthodocs answer
He informed me about tacses and IRS back pay
We discussed the ecsploitation of a falsified matrics
As well as why acse murderers are so scary
How secsy we think pierced nipples are
And why Sacsophone players continue to play the blues
We discussed why Checs Mics tastes so damn good!
And how much we absolutely hate the facs machines at work
Macsimum discussion of an off color tone
Never interested in three sicses
Portrayed through lack of secsual practice lately
Lack of secs can really ecspand your mind
Quite unecspectedly
Categories:
mics, art, funny, imagination, me,
Form: I do not know?