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Normie Payton Poem
Silence for Ali.
A hero in and out of the ring.
For justice in every round,
as he lay low molding the best.
“ALI, BOOM-BA-YAY”
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My eyes are leaking more,
my throat is kind of sore,
my nose is runny
like a captured and released, single witness
that knows of the buildup.
I can’t take it anymore.
From me breathing hard
to this sneezing, sinus war.
I only had the hiccups, HICCUP.
Now I got to pick up
prescriptions for my prescription,
in my Nissan, violet pick-up
while strung on frequent violent, HICCUPs.
Next time I’ll read the fine print
before the theatre violin blends to…string along with my,
HICCUP, HICCUP, HICCUPs.
Oh boy, HICCUP.
2/04/18 “Shoulda read the fine print – 2” contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
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Here she come in a cloud of rage.
Who?
Violet.
Shut up, you know that’s my baby.
Hovering with her beauty as we speak.
She crazy man, she crazier than Sofia.
Monica, why show sour grapes for
my love of violet?
As a friend I have to tell you
that you sound plum, stupid.
As long as I can be her Prince.
Be her pick from all the shrub,
as music, strums.
She weeds through the fog, the haze
and with hungry eyes, see…
Ernie, you know how many
sorry saps that love Violet.
So, whine.
Throw an almost stormy fit
because you’re squished feelings are
comical to the girl with the long loosie.
Sit, calm they’re all pictured blue
for that tan, bimbo.
You mad cause she accidentally stomped on your donuts
that one time.
You dang right and how can you accidentally stomp donuts?
Well anyways for seasons as skies turn
she's always posted like she's the shine for the end of days.
Smirking at your egged face.
So plant it boy. Perp...pull back.
She don't want you.
You're not that girls primary focus.
2/14/18 "Sunrise and sunset" - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
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Thank you for your attention.
A blubbering idiot’s here.
After I chose those that can be trouble for me. MY IDOL
just to better me in a conversational given verse.
As I take note to better work with
my easy killers to help sharpen steel for the house
but I must talk with hidden under armor,
till I’m a head with the shot. Guided ink by the likes
of Em and Bob
Meghan and Jay and J Blige.
Tim O’Brien and any known to known for unknown,
that should be um known
before that artist death. Dead broke.
I’m sure the talented Rupi Kaur have unsung idols
or Stephen Spielberg’s energy
for shot but from which part of shoot came from a down muse
to help with his title.
Help with the edits for my benefit mostly,
while I speak in skill instead of walking to you
like we’re neighboring homies. Till actual smoke leave me laying cool.
Naw I’m cool. This a resume…
and you responded to it, why they wouldn’t?
I’m Joking fore’ NOTS
and tears for aggression before a cool calm
for a silent kid that made it with his crying mom’s happiness.
She knows it’s not just me, we made it
from an actor’s other face. The mask is helpful
because the helpful unmasked got blasted.
Well I’m not the second coming those shoes are too big
for any one man but I’m bred from his pain.
Even though I’m super ignorant me being talkative
guides me with my placement in bigger feet.
While I pull the train till cheers after smiling rings.
To conduct from wasteful ways.
I want my kin and close to have the stage
and then I can not answer while being told about
my sinful known mistakes. If I burn I don’t care
as long as my blood line are no longer enslaved
mentally and will plan and take the good
if I left any, add to it but do it their way.
That’ll make my day after I’m captured
just as long as they’re happy, full and safe
and I left with my brain even if it’s
unnoticed as sane.
The big guys watching.
So say what you want but if you
don't want to be in the dark alone
and especially if you want to reach,
not just English but Spanish, French,
And Hindi speaking people. While the blind feel it.
Scribble for communication from a difference for difference
Of differences can be different with the same peace.
Boy I know you got it, now speak from heart
without causing intentional damage because you will burn you
and the ones you can help will not receive it.
You're uncomfortable, good.
Remember what you’re here for, now play.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMXzLhbWtmk
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I rather mystic
to stray from the heap
but my flaws,
should always take the lead
or why would you listen to me.
From pains I lay,
for you to take heed
before knots mole your steel
noggin for hills.
So I write
with the versatility
in deal that's immersed
in me till emergency
and my rear...rear
has to help to breathe
life into the catatonic
with senses frayed in sense.
Even remote from
click, right or wrong,
black and white
is bred and or personal.
I want a sense of you
if you would like to let me know.
So grab my hand,
look in my eyes
and show me your rightful color.
If you're drawn back because of me...
well I know I'm obnoxious
a lot of the time, I'm sorry.
Shine.
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I’m trying to glide tight roping
with what I deem fly for whip lash
and hoping. I’m sort of bat crazy,
even though I’m a nonchalant Godly warrior,
with rhymes that’s potent in riddle, enigma I am,
old school with the gym raise of bar.
So get carried away I am
because I am magnetic to the field of static
with the shock of real pandemonium.
2/03/18 'The Creative Collective Anthology Series - Comic Version ' Contest
Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor
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Crackling cold, satchel in tow.
Back for the role of baby for home.
For mama and daddy,
I’m proper lil Natty.
Back for the holds, cuddled for soul.
2/17/18 'As I was Walking in the Snow' Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
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Bobby and Dot, are playing well together today.
Without stomping and hiding
till the other swells and mommy realizes, she has to break
up a rumble, they’re fighting, cage ready display.
What’s going on Bobby and Dot?
Mommy then stops, and she spots chunks of ceramics. THE VASE.
So now Bobby and Dot, know they have to
bob and then dodge fore’ a dot is four eyes for the top of, horded lies, lets race.
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From the slide of hand and teeth chatter,
my eyes, don’t expand with me madder.
Cause she’s aware of the emphasis,
so despair isn’t imminent,
when she’s prepared to dissect me in increments,
but my nose doesn’t flare, it’s interesting, innocence,
when ping ponging ignorance
is shared with smiles and strawberry licorice.
2/04/18 'Eloquent banter; You tease me so nicely' contest
Sponsored by: Edward McCall
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Captured a roaming flirty me.
In my nice tailored garb for Eve.
Rosy cheek, nervous, served in sleet.
Cookies and milk scarfed, forced fore’ leave.
Then I ride, slay.
Kiss…alright, babe.
Urgently, sturdy, hurried me.
For thunderous powerful steed
like stag, not solo curling feet.
For exercise in far from scene.
Seen in star high.
Sleep a warm night.
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