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Andy Richards Poem
Renegades Foreva!
Renegade teenage rage babes
thinkin’ they all grown, all knowin’
when they seedlin’s barely sown
bleedin’ teenage angst with teenage crankst
always rhymin’ and mis-timin’ some poetry-crimin’
mis-mashin', diss-bashin'
word-clashin' song
heard on some half-sappy, sex-happy,
yap-rap, smack-attack vid
made by some brotha who’s just anotha
angry angst-ridden
wannabe gangsta kid
With a street beat
they be hummin’ or singin’ along
repeatin’ the deceit
not knowin’ curse verses
are just plain wrong and mostly maligin’
while grownups in earshot
takin’ all them swearshots
wishin’ them words had sweeter rhymin’
or that kids be more discreet
would take their claptrap,
no-class, crass-crack lyrics
and just tweet ‘em or mime ‘em
But if ‘dults could go back, meet themselves
when they was punk teens
fittin’ into pre-shrunk his or her hunk jeans
listenin’, partyin’ to poppin’ rockin’
unusual musical junk boy band scenes
and lettin’ out star-struck
super-charged
groanal hormonal
no-one-could-understand gland screams
then they’d be amused ya know,
might change their views ya know
cause remind ‘em not so pristine
when child and ‘dult they was in-between
Kids always lookin’ to find
who they are and who they be
imprisoned involuntarily
in their youthful penitentiary
no matter what century they be from you see
So if thinkin’ rap sucks cause
it’s just no-class hurls and low-class slurs
then fire-up that flux capacitor of yours,
head back to yo’ past and meet yo’ younger him or hers
see your own rebelling mis-teen-stakes
then rapping notions you might reshape
or rapping judgments remake
or least maybe now tolerate new-age teenage
rapping outbreaks and in-yo-face ear-quakes
realizin’ that come whateva or wheneva
that all teens now, before an’ where-eva
will evamore and eva be
natural renegades foreva!
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Love’s All I Need!
Winter snows melt away
Awakens sleeping things
Mother nature starts to play
And I too with my swing
Cause golf comes out in Spring!
Amid ablooming flowers
At Master’s, golf’s big scene
Did golf for several hours
Living out my dreams
To play Augusta’s greens!
Three stroke lead on seventeen
Victory now was nigh
When did my chip careen
Into water ‘twas nearby
Off a Monarch butterfly!
Short putt to win the match
All grew quiet, not a word
But victory, it was snatched
As startled when I heard
Loud screeching from a bird!
Golf’s such a cruel cruel game
I've given up thereof
At tennis taking aim
Won’t need no blasted club
And tennis least has love!
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written May 10,2014 for
A Spring Day in English Quintain Free Poetry Contest
using words Spring, green, butterfly, bird and love
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Temporary InSlamity
Two a.m , still awake, gettin’ leg-shakes
Gaggin’, burnin’ on my mis-slam-stakes
Tryin’ to win some judge judy’s hot damn
Thank-you-ma’am for hosting this con-slam-test
As I sling slam sludge like hogs in a hookup ham-fest
Just a small-time soul slammin’ junkie motha
Hopin’ this funky slam betta than at least one otha!
Didn’t know when I started tho…
Twenty-five crappy lines could sentence me
To prison time for petty poetic crimes bro... or should I say brotha….
Cause this fussed-over cussed-over rhymin’ over-doses
Ain’t no Gun and Roses, hell it ain’t even close-es
More like prosetry psychosis
Induced by late-night deep hypnosis
Where am I??? maaannnn.. time to be poppin’ some more no-sleep no-dozes
Hope the Judge J. rules summarily
That I suffered temporary in-slam-ity illiterarily
Or had an unnecessary ca-slam-ity vocabularily
And no matter which way judge rolls, just so she knows
I didn’t write this slam ma’am… this slam is writing me (very eerily…)
So Judge Judy of poetic tort, appealing to your phoenetic court
Don’t abort this sham of a slam to the sordid slammer
Order it posted where it can be toasted on glam slam site Instagrammar
Cause tryin’ me, fryin’ me over crimey slammism
Means death of ode age in poetical prison…
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ELUSIVE
Puppy love’s kiss when I was thirteen
First time a butterfly fluttered by me
Learned all the cheers of the cheerleading team
When next did the butterfly flutter by me…..
Cause one of those cheerleaders my special she
GIMME A B!
for the Butterfly that fluttered by me…
Went off to college to get my degree
Again did a butterfly flutter by me…
Math degree earned plus matrimony
Sei bellissima butterfly fluttering by me
As my children born, each one a beauty
For each did a butterfly flutter by me
Alone once again, yet hopeful I be
by and by that the butterfly flutters by me…
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Written for Butterfly Contest
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January Designs
resolution time
last year, waist did not decline
this year less I’ll dine
resolution time
last year, love I did not find
this year she'll be mine
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for January Two Haiku Contest
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ACHOOO!
tissues, Claritin
Spring is in the air again
ah.. ahh.. ahhh.. achoooo!
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WEDDING
Crowded room
Nervous groom
Subtle glance
Heartbeat’s dance….. promises
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VANISHED
Where traveled all the rhymers?
On this Earth seems they've dispersed!
Did they leave and travel skyward?
Did their rhyming bubbles burst?
Perhaps they're all still here
But rhyming poetry accursed
As penned words vanish... then reappear
In a parallel rhyme uni-verse!
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ALL IN!
Soul's caress
Heart's undress
Bodies melt
Fate's cards dealt ... JACKPOT!!!
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