Tu Pac Shakur was a June Sixteen
And I, a June Fifteen;
Also, a full year my younger
But on our Third Planet didn’t linger
John F. Kennedy,
A bashed head, no remedy,
A May Twenty-Nine,
Like Tu Pac not a cat with lives up to nine.
Gemini Greats seem destined for the bullet,
Wherefore my fervent wish is that I remain a pullet
My everlasting consolation, our mercuric intelligence
The stupendous achieving with the poorest diligence.
Always The Ever Clever
To cobwebbed wisdom flinging 'A Never';
Of a soul crazily restless
With tasks striving even while listless:
Dying Laureate Yeats still pushing his poetic pen,
Perhaps thinking of another impossible ten!
Geminis are special people:
Both the seemingly simple
And the liable to cause a ripple...
Good bye to the late T. B. Joshua,
Whose healing of T. B. were sure.
Born "Lesane Parish Crooks", Tupac Amaru Shakur
Gone too soon; flung " Hit Em' Up" at his rivals, hardcore
Misunderstood, influential; the emperor of rap, in my view
His versatility, undeniable; he was a fine actor and poet, too.
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Date written and posted: 03/20/2019
The acclamation Assata Shakur received came from her political activism.
Acclimation from a political asylum was not that easy.
Yet, the ease of acceptance was aes in the political world.
A wraith of admiration was given rathe.
Esprit de corps areally existed.
Aerial Assata was in focus.
Visionary to the cause and appose to the needs of others, she was not opposed to the
struggles that manifested.
Assata Shakur is the essence of true grit.
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Written March 19, 2016!
Political Outlaw was his mother
The offspring was he
A fallen thug
He thought he was immortal 'til them five slugs
Doctors couldn't save him
Angels had to take him
He had become legendary
In the hearts of his fans they still love him
See he wasn't a bad person at all
Just not understood
The Elvis of Hip Hop,
United passion with verbal skills,
Poet, actor, model, Revolutionary,
A young Soldier, ready to die,
Created for a purpose.
Sadness embraced the world,
He had to go.
Actively remembered by fans.
Killed by misunderstanding.
Unbelievable prediction of his own.
Rest in peace Pac.
We all make mistakes…
But unfortunately yours,
Were all on a stage.
He
Looks like
A hoodlum?
Tattooed and hard –
Judge not the surface!
Be like God, look inside.
Let love flow; watch joy abide.
Tupac’s rhyming brightens sorrows.
Rapping beats to famed masterpieces.
Singing the wisdom he learned from the streets.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 7, 2010
Poetic form: Etheree
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