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Unpleasant Bruises To a Pg Pic

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

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018



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Do Not Skim, Really Read It

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

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Silence For Ali

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”

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Opportunity

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

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Flawed Pattern

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.

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018



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Your Friendly Neighborhood Poet

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

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Eloquent Banter

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

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Adored

Instant, picture for pose 
When, a vision arose 
I love you baby 
Cause, you’re my center fold 
So, take my hand 
Yeah, come in close 
For warmth, let’s dance 
Babe, watch my toes 
It’s nice when we 
Are one, in sync 

So let’s twirl and be 
What the birds and bees 
Know closely 
Flying high with cheeks 
All bright, you’ll see 
That we’re meant to be 
Past flight, debris 
Dust fall to sea 
Like autumn leaves 
I’ve fallen for you baby 

So let’s twirl and be 
What the birds and bees 
Know closely 
Flying high with cheeks 
All bright and green 
With eyes that’s deep 
So let the fire creep 
Cause we’re the match to seek 
With a flash of dreams
You’re meant for me 
Like lungs to breathe 
Don’t leave me weak 

Let’s twirl and be 
What the birds and bees 
Know closely 
Flying high with cheeks 
All bright, you’ll see 
That we’re meant to be 
Past flight, debris 
Dust fall to sea 
Like autumn leaves 
I’ve fallen for 
And I’ve, more than adored you 

So let’s twirl and be 
What the birds and bees 
Know closely 
Flying high with cheeks 
All bright and green 
With eyes that’s deep 
So let the fire creep 
Cause we’re the match to seek 
With a flash of dreams
You’re meant for me
I love you










2/04/18                                    “Fun With Lyrics” contest 
                                                 Sponsored by: Craig Cornish

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Before I Leave

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.

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Hearts Song

When enclosed in your space I feel...joyous, 
For the lotus I adore from the door 
Focused for your allure seen, mi amor 
For this is for you and I made…

Ruckus on center stage, I love your ways 
So much so, you can get me…in my way  
Without delay I caught fire from the raise 
Toss of hand grenades, I am for you babe 
For this is for you and I made… 

You and I wade from heat and floods that stayed 
I loved you days in great pain from the crazed 
Other day to yesterday, I love you 
And I probably love you tomorrow
Right after my heart skips from today, babe 
For this is for you and I made…

I care for your well being and thoughts in 
A bubble flick for hope, you…I love you 
You know, your troubles are my own till rose 
You float don’t panic for my destiny 
For this is for you and I made…

When enclosed in your space I feel…
For the lotus I adore from the door 
Focused for your allure seen, mi amor 
For this is for you and I made...joyous 


2/11/18

Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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Book: Reflection on the Important Things