Short Lamar Poems
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L-ove
A-lways
M-akes
A-ffection
R-ema in
C-reating
O-ne
L-ikeable
E-mot ion
Topic: Poet (Lamar Cole)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
O-vercome
R-ainy
D-ays
A-s
N-ature
L-ets
A-ll
M-en
A-bsorb
R-oughness
Topic: Birthday of Jordan L. Lamar (October 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-larity
H-as
R-eappeared
I-n
S-hining
T-winkle
I-ntroducing
N-ew
E-arly
L-ight
A-s
M-orn
A-bounds
R-egularly
Topic: Birthday of Christine Lamar (August 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Many Ziegfeld Girls started out wearing costumes so fine.
We did not know them, but they were gorgeous and danced in a line.
This photo is amazing from 1941.
It has Hedy Lamar, Judy Garland and Lana Turner, what fun!
(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
That's what it must be. an Empty
tomb
For there's No trace of you, in
Mother Earth's womb
That is what I have come to
assume
Recollecting on November 4th,
No sounds of a boom
Despite, what remains Empty,
is your room
Still, I believe, your Spirit does
bloom
(In reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
I must be dreaming cause you
can't be gone
It's like FATE went:POOF! with
its Magic wand
And, that put an end to Our
forming a bond
Yet, I see You as My reflection,
in a pond
Now, tell Me, what type of
drugs am I on?
For, I am shy of the One, I've
grown Very fond
Alone
I turn in bed
Face,
The empty space.
The warmth is
Gone.
A light that shone
And blinded
My fears.
Staring
Knives for eyes,
They rip my soul,
Apart.
Warmth,
Where are you?
Not enough…
Anything?
No texts or calls,
Even emails.
Put lamar
On,
And sink,
Back into time.
Narcissism,
Thy name is
Poetry.
Im all
I have.
I write
So
I know i
Exist.
(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
Constantly, does it leave on My mind,
a mental strain
Everytime, I think of how you died,
in vain
Upon leaving your mark here, a
hard to get out stain
It's funny, for I never knew you
were in pain
Yet, outside My window, down
came the Rain
How it hurts, that I'll NEVER,
see you, Again
The theatre is open, acting tactics keep it in theatrics
Making a scene says Lamar llama, is for stage queen drama
The theatrical kind we see and hear, save it for Shakespeare
The easy life isn’t enough for some no, they go, on and on
Wherever from, the USA or all the way to the United Kingdom
Some folks only exist, to insist on creating a bit of drama
An aweing sight, at the Eiffel Tower I glance
I am in the city of love called Paris, France
A romantic heart and enamored of my miss
At a local diner and leaning in for the kiss
A kiss so deadly that can never go wrong
As an accordion plays this lovely love song
With the velvet rose to set our sex on fire
In this night we can fulfill our sexual desires
Track: Kendrick Lamar - Backseat Freestyle (Explicit)
(In memory of Lamar Featherston)
MADLY in love like
Rose and Jack
You and I could've
been like that
If only We were on
the Right track
And, the hands of
FATE, would've cut
Us some slack
By making it possible
for Opposites to attract
Despite, Our relationship,
would've been like whack
Still, I wanted you, My Big,
Daddy Mack
As if aboard the "Titantic"
to have My back
Be there to guide ME, when
Everything goes black
Deada in ashes fallin to lamar cold
Unsing it vanity in time concealed
Like leaveslight winglesssta
Listlessly lain where unburried we wither away
Lull inkfro fettered eternity
I call dull life what it is
Greycoated only dream
Hanging athwart the ending stream until sunset
Totell moreonce the story old
End under streetlamps invisible names in shame
Narrating oursins
Diligently like blackbirds cawing
Sweet nothingican understandin grant.
Homage to Poetry (Formerly PoET a Tree)
By Brett Somers
3/19/16
Poetry is everywhere
It’s in our hearts
It’s in our minds
It’s the purest expression
Of human kind
It’s the breath
Of our inner creation
A touch of the divine
As they sing the lines
Of Dylan, Morrison, Kendrick Lamar
To the base of their idling car
They may say poetry ain’t cool
Wiser – They know
For poetry at times
Is an abstract old fool