war raged on between myself and the very talented SchmuckyJones for several more rounds......
see below
That's all I have to say about it. - slc
You got me like a worm burrowed in
i itch and scratch under my skin
but I got some brass and stuck cream on that ass sealed it with sasssssss
your beef wellington is under dome
but your goose is cooked
shouldn't have let it loose
I'll give you a bone
cause we're both in the zone
and besides it's as poetic etiquette commands
the worthy reply it demands
cheers SS
Hret write! Loved it!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
SSmoothie yes ,
A bit toothy at best..
Rhyme schemes that scream
To my flesh
Past the bullet proof vest.
Penetrating elation
heavier than a stone to the bone
To hit my mid section.
You slay the rhyme like Hercules
Leave em gagging an hacking
Like a case of tuberculees...
Yeah , I made up that word...
But fuck it
I'm just that kind of nerd.
worded candid artful write.
love the flow, the choice of words,placement of artistic ideas, the whole poem captures my attention
quite a talented skater aren't you?
aloha,
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
"A skeleton?
Looks like I'm under your skin."
Love that
-Destinee
And I say,
fuck the norm!!
Who are they to tell us,
to conform?
So let your words flow
and screw the staus quo!
We're only here but a moment,
dont'cha know?
lol
Tell it like it is!
I charge like a bull
And I cut like a buffalo
My rhymes are full
And they jolt like a line of blow
What the cartels don't know
Won't hurt 'em
I'm the chef in this kitchen
Skyscrapers I'm gettin'
I shake and bake
For Richie Rich and fat cats
All the years I make
The cartels don't stack that
It's my invention
So cut your teeth on this heat
When I run the streets
You try to get me
I'm in your face with a dusty cleat
It ain't my fault I build skyscrapers
Those rich boys keep givin'
I'm the chef in this kitchen!
The idea behind this is I “invented" a narcotic.
Why is this drug related?
No idea.
I only drink. :/
(cheering)
Shes the chef in this kitchen
serving up Beatnik beef wellington
You got served Beatnik! Oooooo
Time for me to try and conjure somthing up again.
severed but good! keep it coming
okay I must admit the best part of this poem was the poem battle between you and Jones!
Much Love
Ashley
the hope still remains that others will participate too!
hint hint, nudge nudge, knwo what I mean know I mean-ing me eh :p
YUP
This looks fun.
you should have Your say in the matter?
This Gauntlets been thrown
As I stand alone
Ponder which pathways
the language could roam
I'll snap back to Vernacular
past traps known spectacular
A silly minds eye can split sides in fact
you could too
Let's not finish the story though
Stand strong terracotta warrior
* bleh, I tried :)
I got my butter from the gutter
Take a lick of that stick
but put it down quick
That margarine is old
and tastes like this <---could spell another word with these letters :)
Some rank old socks
Melting In the summer sun
Or perhaps once wore
by a streetwalking bum
*If you'd like to make a call please hang up and then dial again
- Operator
The last ten penance
are lost among the tenants
I strive to contrive
Somthing worthy of
Rememberance
My energy is low
But I'm going toe to toe
I'll slap back words
as if their absurd
crouching down like a tiger
Rising up like a dragon
watch out for verbal fireballs
as I scream Hadoken!
Gomen Ne! (Sorry!)
:)
Its a nice place to eat
if you've got the time
I could go for a burger
but now I gotta rhyme
I'm taking this slow
At a wishy-washy pace
But have no FEAR!
SchmuckJones is on the case!
shooting blanks from my mouth
My heads in a daze
a capgun flash from all this aftermath
Has got me wondering
Who's next to get slayed...
or possibily filleted?
The
war raged on between myself and the very talented SchmuckyJones for several more rounds......
see below
Poet! Poet!
That's all I have to say about it. - slc
You got me like a worm
You got me like a worm burrowed in
i itch and scratch under my skin
but I got some brass and stuck cream on that ass sealed it with sasssssss
your beef wellington is under dome
but your goose is cooked
shouldn't have let it loose
I'll give you a bone
cause we're both in the zone
and besides it's as poetic etiquette commands
the worthy reply it demands
cheers SS
Hret write! Loved it!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Damnnn
SSmoothie yes ,
A bit toothy at best..
Rhyme schemes that scream
To my flesh
Past the bullet proof vest.
Penetrating elation
heavier than a stone to the bone
To hit my mid section.
You slay the rhyme like Hercules
Leave em gagging an hacking
Like a case of tuberculees...
Yeah , I made up that word...
But fuck it
I'm just that kind of nerd.
very nicely
worded candid artful write.
love the flow, the choice of words,placement of artistic ideas, the whole poem captures my attention
quite a talented skater aren't you?
aloha,
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
"A skeleton? Looks like I'm
"A skeleton?
Looks like I'm under your skin."
Love that
-Destinee
And I say,fuck the
And I say,
fuck the norm!!
Who are they to tell us,
to conform?
So let your words flow
and screw the staus quo!
We're only here but a moment,
dont'cha know?
lol
applause!
Tell it like it is!
Here goes...
I charge like a bull
And I cut like a buffalo
My rhymes are full
And they jolt like a line of blow
What the cartels don't know
Won't hurt 'em
I'm the chef in this kitchen
Skyscrapers I'm gettin'
I shake and bake
For Richie Rich and fat cats
All the years I make
The cartels don't stack that
It's my invention
I'm the chef in this kitchen
So cut your teeth on this heat
When I run the streets
You try to get me
I'm in your face with a dusty cleat
It ain't my fault I build skyscrapers
Those rich boys keep givin'
I'm the chef in this kitchen!
The idea behind this is I “invented" a narcotic.
Why is this drug related?
No idea.
I only drink. :/
applause!
(cheering)
Aw shucks
An A, for effort
Shes the chef in this kitchen
serving up Beatnik beef wellington
You got served Beatnik! Oooooo
Time for me to try and conjure somthing up again.
indeed, sir...
severed but good! keep it coming
<3
okay I must admit the best part of this poem was the poem battle between you and Jones!
Much Love
Ashley
i agree and
the hope still remains that others will participate too!
hmmm
hint hint, nudge nudge, knwo what I mean know I mean-ing me eh :p
Much Love
Ashley
yup
YUP
Keep going you two!
This looks fun.
maybe
you should have Your say in the matter?
Oh Snap!
This Gauntlets been thrown
As I stand alone
Ponder which pathways
the language could roam
I'll snap back to Vernacular
past traps known spectacular
A silly minds eye can split sides in fact
you could too
Let's not finish the story though
Stand strong terracotta warrior
* bleh, I tried :)
(applause for Mr Jones)
I got my butter from the gutter
Check Oil light is on, so
Take a lick of that stick
but put it down quick
That margarine is old
and tastes like this <---could spell another word with these letters :)
Some rank old socks
Melting In the summer sun
Or perhaps once wore
by a streetwalking bum
*If you'd like to make a call please hang up and then dial again
- Operator
ha Ha! yessss..
Pretense last Sentence
The last ten penance
are lost among the tenants
I strive to contrive
Somthing worthy of
Rememberance
My energy is low
But I'm going toe to toe
I'll slap back words
as if their absurd
crouching down like a tiger
Rising up like a dragon
watch out for verbal fireballs
as I scream Hadoken!
Gomen Ne! (Sorry!)
:)
the talented Mr JONES!!
Five guys burgers and fries;
Its a nice place to eat
if you've got the time
I could go for a burger
but now I gotta rhyme
I'm taking this slow
At a wishy-washy pace
But have no FEAR!
SchmuckJones is on the case!
shooting blanks from my mouth
My heads in a daze
a capgun flash from all this aftermath
Has got me wondering
Who's next to get slayed...
or possibily filleted?