Short Throw Down Poems
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Sound
Rounds
Hound
Crowns
All howl throw down
Be with calm zone
-October 28, 2018 Chattogram
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Rare Stanza -Reza Syllabic Verse
Form:
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angle.wrangle the attempt to a wimp named bo.so/he knows.the throw down
would last that long.long as a song.
Throw down the gauntlet
We live precariously
And vanish in the wind
Love may never conform
To our swollen expectations-
Titanic shifts emerge unseen
But where there is a seed
Love must always grow
Opening more beautiful lives
he was gods top angel
lived in his manger
he was throw down
yo crawl on the ground
cause he deseed
over power his deeds
now he is sick and quick
to fool you so don't do
what he say do
its a bad fixs
DEVIL HAS MANY TRICKS
Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not?
The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought.
To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle.
To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle.
Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not?
The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought.
To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle.
To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle.
I am the rain,
A pain,
A tiring drain,
Making you wet,
You can bet,
Putting you in a wetness debt,
I am a misty fall,
Standing tall,
Having no good at all,
I throw down a drizzle drop,
So go on, enter a shop
Then ill have a need to stop,
I know this young youth
who was so full proof
he throw down the wrong sign
at the wrong time
so he got shot up
In front of that seven eleven
now he bent on heaven
still acting full proof
and not trying to act so bullet proof
so he wont make the same mistakes
but damn its to late
BE
Look at me;
And just be;
Come and see;
What is really....
Just as free;
As the autumn breeze;
Be yourself, just be
Loosen up
Throw down those shackles;
Jump up for joy;
For it does matter;
To be, be more;
1/22/2015
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr, ©2015, 2018
Yield? Not to you, I certainly won't.
I'll parry on hot coals, I'll lunge to your affront.
Succumb? I'll not breathe your air of lies,
Since no honeyed sweetness makes me compromise.
Supplicate? Then throw down your armor at will.
Once freed from this battle, you will be my love still.
Poetry, throw-a-three
Dactyls for you and me
Six silly bulls, I see
All in a field!
Myrtle McWhirtley
This is the life for me
No silly names, I see
Less junk to wield.
Dactylly Practical
Superfantastical
Equally Whimsical
More Flexibly
So dactyls or whirtles?
Just tighten your girdles
Throw down some poetry
Effortlessly!
Your everything is so easy to take
Straight ruthless & never fake
Try to throw down a fierce fight
Stole your innocence-
it faded with the night
Unaware of what I can really do
Jaded sadly without a clue
Risk everything you could ever want
Chance it all on a flaunt
All wanders seem to get lost
I can turn you out at any cost
~Stevie McLain
Your everything is so easy to take
Straight ruthless & never fake
Try to throw down a fierce fight
Stole your innocence-
it faded with the night
Unaware of what I can really do
Jaded sadly without a clue
Risk everything you could ever want
Chance it all on a flaunt
All wanders seem to get lost
I can turn you out at any cost
~Stevie McLain
When they come back worn out
from work (usually) late
in the evening,
the men ugly throw down
their shoes polished
with much care in the morning.
Behind the table they stay
chew quickly
a sharp morsel
and go the cold beds
(the children sleep with the new toys).
And they think to get to sleep
this night without a dream.
Sometimes in their dream the men cry …
Slamming back from a pedigree
Feather weights accentuate
Dodge and dart, meditate
Throw down the majesty
Standing statue to lumbering birds
Grotesque reflects off the shin bone
Moses parting the red sun
Hauling banquets with captors
Captives sling up the frozen masters
Atomic beats streaking spleens
Intestinal with pesicide, the tics grow dreams
Split to dull gather, sending cinders
She asked is this,
lipstick on your collar?
He said wait a minute.
She said you're a goner.
Whipped out her pistol,
Boom Boom.
No witness found,
Boom Boom.
She used a throw down.
Boom Boom.
The Lady walked out,
Boom Boom.
If You lay around,
And play around.
Soon you won't be around.
They place you in a Tomb.
Maybe six feet underground.
Boom Boom Both Guilty, No Doubt.
In that calm before the storm
tranquility’s bittersweet,
though, no two tantrums are alike,
nature self-defends;
Never staid,
she rides her tides hanging ten
and reaps her reward.
The prize is not always golden
but the fight is necessary.
The wandering breeze locates her
opponents and she’ll throw down
the gauntlet;
accepting the challenge,
we weather the storm.
What do you call them? I asked taking a peek.
They each had an expression, and they were sleek.
Bouncing at least six times for every throw down.
These moon balls with smiles took away my frown.
Who shall I give them too? I asked the joyful man.
Give them to the children, and you may call me Stan.
I passed them out, spreading excitement and joy.
Watching enormous grins happen on each girl and boy.
Lift up your hand
He is here now
Jump up and stand
Come be blessed
You were not crucified
You have never died
Why would you want to hide
From this
Throw down your sin
You’ll be forgiven
Shout out you win
You’ll be blessed
Run to the alter now
Don’t deny this
You don’t know how
But you will be blessed
Cry out his name aloud
Don’t deny him
You should be more then proud
You have been blessed
Form:
Theres an ancient song thats sung
from the time that life begun
that seeps into the cracks of my heart
leaving stains till the day I depart.
Surviving this winding long road
carrying more than my load
but im breathing and will to the end,
by the courage you lend me my friend.
Let us throw down our burdens for a while
to dance and be free like a child
let us swim in our joy like a river
and cling to this friendship forever
How do you write poetry? Someone asks me.
I am not the one to ask.
For I have no idea how it happens.
I just throw down some favorite words
I love to watch them dance about,
Adverbs chasing verbs, nouns snatching up adjectives
Before I can have a thought,
These favorite words
create something on a page
Sometimes it is a story,
Other times it is a cheer or a song.
They need me not at all.
I am merely their means to get onto a website.
Breaking Up Early
(Argus)
September 10, 2015
I chased you:
Time was in my favor.
Living in this sometime world,
Words blowin' free,
Falling out of my mouth.
Reckless, I couldn't carry on nor care.
The king will come,
The one I'll give my heart to,
A poetic leaf
And a stream of tears
Will be received
Willingly.
My heart
Wants to collapse.
This warrior
Will throw down the sword.
I can't keep up,
I can't think straight
Anymore.
One could see from his mood
That he had long been denied food;
A new way of walking pointblank crude,
Ninety-Five percent of his speeches rude!
Eyes that now like the mind brood,
Easily the same stripping nude
And a neck that had to slant
Like a non-watered dying plant.
Then, the man could by bread live alone
If God would a loaf throw down from His Throne...
Right now, still hungry and quite angry
For its not stretching to all and sundry.
Throw down your pearls before swine
Midst mud that looks like sweet red wine
Then watch them build lies like picket lines
And leave you on the losing side
Take the blows in step and stride
With cloaks and daggers not far behind
Pick up the place to outrun the swine
You’ll find out who they are in time
Plastic hearts and painted smiles
Melting, leaving puddle signs
That point toward friends who live between lines
Guess I should leave them all behind
Dark clouds creeping
slowly placing gnarled hands
around the throat of an innocent summer day
squeezing and holding tight
until the life of blue and gold lies
...silently in a heap of a July afternoon
silence the birds and cover up the shades of blue
spread the clock of blackness and take hostage
the lovely lady who stoles across the landscape
throw down her roses and her breezes
strike her with the lightening and the thunder
as in the setting sun she weeps...