Echoes of the 90s Hip Hop
In the dawn of the nineties glow, Beats dropped heavy, spirits in flow, old school vibes, raw and true, rhythms that kicked butt shaped a culture anew/
G-funks smooth, West Coasts ride, East Coasts hustle, man, pride you can't hide, from Tupac's voice to Big L's rhyme, legends etched in the sands of time/
Boom bap beats and scratchin decks, Classic cuts that still connect, Undergrounds dance steps, popin' and deep, secrets that the old 90's school keeps diggin' on ya, that's for keeps/
Mix tapes spinning, smokin' joints alive, every rhyme a hustle, a story to survive, from Diddys
drops to Ice Cube's boombox stance, Hip hop's soul a fierce dance/
So, dig this, here's a high-five to hip hop's golden age, the craft, the passion, the music, rapper's rage, forever in our turntable hearts they stay, the timeless sound of hip-hop's "beat down" lies in its aggressive, stripped-back rhythm, take no prisoners sound, a blueprint for heavy social commentary/
Man, it's the message, hip-hop history, forever new/
Yesterday…
As a cherubic child,
do you have grand dreams, Pete,
of becoming, when older (but not wiser),
famous world-over (as a war criminal)?
Today…
“No quarter, no mercy,” you say.
“Punching them while they’re down,
as it should be” and with
“no stupid rules of engagement.”
To “provide quarter” ensures safety
of all combatants who surrender,
who lay down their arms,
with their hands in the air.
“No quarter” means to take no prisoners,
to execute on the spot all those vanquished,
without mercy, without justice, without due process
(like blowing-up Venezuelan boats),
a war crime by Geneva Conventions,
and war crimes got Nazis hung decades ago.
Yet now you brag about committing war crimes
while promoting reckless, endless war?
Tomorrow…
Years to come, on Judgment Day,
the cosmic Courtroom is full
of the formerly famous mighty
as well as those “following orders.”
Please take your seat, Pete,
next to jealous Nazis.
We take no prisoners, for if they escape,
fears and desires may burrow deep in our mind
and then in stupor we will foolishly ape
suggestions proffered that grip us in their bind
and before we know it, disfigured's our shape,
so we nip in the bud, such thought forms unkind.
May the garden of our mind be thus nurtured,
lower mind censured and love and light treasured.
15-January-2023
These children need a male role model, the teacher said.
But, I argued. He would have to be sane, right in the head.
She rolled her eyes, believing that all males are well-bred.
Which tells me that her global knowledge is all but dead.
What about that dude? I ask as he climbs off a mo-ped.
He doesn’t look like our type, said the teacher, Miss. Fred.
The guy laughed at her idiocy, and picked lint off his thread.
This, my dear, is our Principal, Mr. Theodore also called Ted.
She looks embarrassed, and her face turns a lovely red.
These children need a male role model, she quickly tells Ted.
Ted nods his head and says “I have been to my homestead.”
“Shortly, we will be joined by my big brother Take-No-Prisoners-Ned.”
I am dressing as Elvira, the very sexy witch.
I will walk with her arrogant, self-confident twitch.
I will use a sultry voice, and leave admirers in my path.
I will take no prisoners, sashaying a widened swath.
I will tell my children if they call me mommy I will deny them.
I will be too beautiful and fabulous to pay attention to their grim.
Who got the biggest caramel apple. Frankly do I care?
I am ready to do Halloween up right. I will start with my black hair.
If my grandchildren even whisper the word grandma I will take them down.
Grandma is not a word I want to hear when I am wearing my Elvira crown.
And if the dog tries to follow me, begging for attention I will say,
Not today Sophie Helen. I am sexy and sensual and young –not me today.
They will stand back in awe, staring at my beautiful breasts.
I will tweak the imagination of men and women and all the rest.
I will be sensuous and fabulous, and they will stand back and leer.
I will be Elvira, Mistress of the Lark for Halloween this year.
There sat the knight
High up on his steed
He was ready for battle
So ready indeed
They invaded his lands
They pillaged and raped
At the edge of his kingdom
So ready to take
Not soldiers but savages
They howled and they screamed
Their goal was to conquer
So ready to bleed
Their strength came in numbers
They outnumbered his army
There were way more of them
So ready an ornery
The Knight kept composure
They'll stick to the plan
He thought to himself
So ready I am
Enemy starts advancing
The horses they trot
Now the battle begins
So ready or not
The Knight gave the signal
For his army to go
Give then all hell men
So ready your blows
The army's they clashed
They fought deep in the night
Barbarians relentless
So ready to fight
The Knight he was brave
Said leave no one else
Take no prisoners
So ready yourselves
Savages turned and they ran
The battle caved in
The Knight was victorious
So ready to win
By Troy Toney
7-8-19
Sit down. Shut up. Be quiet.
I need no aide in my quest. I take no prisoners and I expect no help.
If a Prince Charming comes, I will kick him into Neverland.
Have sword and shield, will travel.
A pirate queen, a shooting star, a force to be heard, and revered.
I take no prisoners, and I expect no help.
What did I say?
Sit down. Shut up. Be quiet!
I was not kidding then, and I am not a changeable woman.
I can do this. I have done this. I will do it again, even if there is blood.
I have smeared myself onto lamp posts before, no biggie.
What did I just say?
Sheesh!
Men are so difficult to control these days.
I glare at him with my deadliest glare as he jumps up and patters
off into his man cave.
Husbands are so difficult when they decide to liberate themselves....
Second Chances 1
Written: by Tom Wright
5/24/2016
Tears often escape my eyes,
When I reflect that,
More often than not,
Only God gives second chances.
For all make mistakes,
While living life in combat,
As man’s credo of,
“Take no prisoners” advances;
I was shy at twenty, afraid to look in mirrors,
Scared of what I saw.
I remember the first time I looked in one and saw that I was pretty.
I gasped, and it frightened me.
I felt proud and ashamed.
I am so beyond that now,
feeding my muse with happy antidotes,
flinging poetry and art onto canvases, confident
I am doing so well it might embarrass another, not me.
I was hesitant when I was twenty,
Careful to not alienate anyone,
Never using a swear word,
Hoping everyone would like me.
I have fifteen hundred facebook friends now.
I had eighteen hundred, but I de-friended three hundred of them.
Unfriended them, unfollowed them, and loved every second of it.
Knowing now the only opinion I care about is mine.
Today I thoroughly approve of the "me" I have created.
Trixie my muse is my pirate queen.
We take no prisoners now, and make no apologizes.
When the phone rings we laugh -slaves, and minions to no one.
Mirrors make us happy.
The Mask
By: Miracle Man
10-19-2018
Sometimes I fail to recognize the man
That hides his face behind a mask.
Who prefers the periphery (And being alone) over the public eye
While finding no task too daunting to attempt;
But behind this mask,
Lurks the face of an angry man;
Most days this man is filled with compassion,
But depression constantly tells him he is worthless,
To fire back and “Take no prisoners”
On a ship showing a skull and crossbones
A brutal pirate decides on whom he shall prey
The years have not been easy for ships in these waters
For the pirates
take no prisoners
Gold and silver is what those rogues want
and they get them through fear and sharp swords
So take care when you pass into waters
where pirates hold sway
For they are merciless and strong
They have no sense or concern
for the sanctity of human life
I spoke to a daughter and she rallied another daughter who ran into
The hospital to save me.
she brought a beautiful purple vase, pink carnations, and briefcases,I think there were at least 53 for thee.
“what doctor has been here.”
“What does he look like? What is the medicine you take at three?”
Try to always bring
An assertive smart
Take-no prisoners
Daughter-to the
Hospital with you
Because not only
Will you get your meds,
They will get so flustered
You will get 3 dinners.
As my daughter followed Dr Try ToEscape
Back to his office to watch him data in my pills
And their frequency I grinned.
Angela, an adult was here
To make the Carens feel better.
We all cheered!
Are dreams shall not be torn to pieces
Hope will not fade away or wither
Repair the fragments of are broken light
Bring forth a strategic push of relief
Slice the strings of the draining struggle
This still burns, we embody the essence of the sword
Becoming conquers, free are lands
Tear down the enemy walls
Take no prisoners and destroy their heritage
For every one of are solders that have fallen
Order shall bestowed until we dominate
No mercy, just the glory of winning the battle
We must free are selves from the serpent’s coils
Saving are future from a torturous world
It's getting late at night
The perfect time to start a war
All we needs a keeper
Someone to hold the score
I come on rather strongly
Right out the starting gate
Throwing two yawns in your direction
Because it's getting late
The first one catches you by surprise
The second you deflect
But you can see by the look in my eyes
I'm not through yawning yet
Before I have time to react
You throw one back at me
Pretty soon the entire room
Is in a yawning melee
We vow to take no prisoners
In this battle between you and me
We will both keep yawning
Till one of us falls asleep
Hurricane Hermine is coming ashore this dark night,
Descending with wind and rain and a stormy appetite.
Nature is throwing a tantrum, and we will respect its wrath.
It may take no prisoners in its tempestuous path.
People are hurriedly preparing with water and food.
Some will have a hurricane party, daring the storm to intrude.
Most will say a prayer that the damage will be light.
Mother Nature will show her fury, with a view to excite!
A hurricane reminds us only God controls the weather,
And we are all put here on this Earth together.
So we will ride out the storm and say our prayers,
Leaving the weather to command for the Man upstairs.
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