Spontaneous Poems

A bit of classical high drama, or: teen angst never really does go away (for some).


Where are they now?
The people who would weep at my grave?
Who would say, he was such a great guy,
I always enjoyed being with him,
he meant so much to me -

They would gush forth, without fear
of commitment, bother or raised expectations
Liberated, their care would flow freely,
in shared regret of more time not spent together
It's easy to be a friend of the dead.

But where are they now?
Nobody needs their tears when they're dead.

I loved this one, Endy <nods>



This one too. Very nice. Very recognizable childhood memory, too.




Very funny ;-)

In my mood
I brood
No money
No food

hi nimh

how are you? I liked your poem, you should join us here more often!
happy 2007 to you

walking through the door
it opens to more
then the inside
in our hearts sins hide
where our regrets have bin died
an reincarnated
seeing our hatred
in the eyes of another
brothers
fathers
mothers
daughters
smothered
slaughtered by the pressure of persecution
we've had resolutions
and revelutions
as people press for execution
evolution
is a solution
do your part
make a contribution
use your heart
if your smart
you can see past the media
or what the goverments feedin ya
its in the tv your watching the paper your reading ,the
bottled water your drinkin
even education
has heathens feud the nation
i fuel the nation
with some brain food ,information
they forget to provide
cigarette's add death to your stride
cant catch your breath when you ride
adding stress to ya sides
loves handles
adding stretch to ya side
loves,candles , passion
a girl who knows how to handle herself an a sense of fashion
not the type who wants to cash in
but who feels attraction
to be real with ones actions
never fake
never brake
never take what you dont need to survive
only take if you need to feed your tribe
the professor prescribe's
hooked on phonics
well the even the goverments hooked on cronic
yea its medicinal
legalize from federal to municpal
gettin out on bail
getting out of jail
is like letting out a wail
a scream of joy
in prison even your dreams are paranoid
you got a pair a boys
but its an apparent void of friendship
bermuda grave yards where posiedon sends ships
people are angry i can sense it
they cant express what to say so i condense it
every sentense spit
the intense ****
girls are a powerful narcotics
when they know theve got it
moving there hips erotic
its hipnotic
cause every move
shows your every groove
knows she's getting eyed by every dude
like she's already nude
jaws drop
awe's dont stop
cause you know this girl wont stop
till her cherry's popped
she's a virgin but she wants it fast
she's a virgin but she want it ass
professor he's emergein she want's his blast
raw like she wants kids
naw she's screaming mike bondage
ravage
the patch of her cabbage
the cements paved
her innocense shaved
into a playboy rabbit
and two words stab it
grab it
fucked so hard her abs spit
and i spew on her breast
with all my flow on her chest
she moves onto her best position
the end of her mission
i took so much out of this girl her ass missin
no ass kissin
or ass fisting
but lets pass this thing
called sex
cause whats done is done next
on the agenda
is thats the end uh
peace

professor

Add a really dirty beat to that, and it's in it's element. I liked it, partly because there were things in it I didn't want to hear about.

ha thanks i guess ive been partying to much haha

preaching to the stones
laughing with the wind
in my madness all alone
seeking to make amends
then you bring me gladness

dangling from a line
bungied by myself
and i served the ball just fine
the return's on the shelf
but you brought me gladness

Good to see you back Edgar

How's that computer behaving?

Don't have a computer that works, yet.

Sorry to hear that

Must be a drag without it

I keep getting messages of error from time to time when trying to connect with A2K. Sometimes it happens when I'm already logged on.


phpBB: critical error
Latest in interactive terror
But I'll just reboot and try again
And hope the fault ain't in my brain

yo check this one all tell me what you think

come to prof's class to raise-ur-grade
you get cut fast due to razorblades
attached to my spinal
cortex
emcee's get scratched like vinyl
your-next
to fall into position
the final inquistion is for me to tell you the definition
of where rap-started
50cent raps-retarded
tupac rapped with heart-kid
wu tang rapped-smart-kid
sage francis raps- art-kid
well death rows-raps-parted
necro's death flow-rap started with ill-bill
decade later there was a movie named kill-bill
phycolgical still-ill
the ink in my hand will-spill
if i pull back-the-lever
full bodied rhymes attrac- the-clever
matter a fact-ya-never
get on the track you lack-effort
deaf-hurt
for not knowin what im saying
death-hurts
when you know im not playing
rhyme-spraying
time-betraying-yo-efforts
time-decaying-yo-best-shirt
like your birthday-suit-in the compost
on your birthday-shootin bullets that come-close
to the soil
in your pants thats turned to oil
fossilized-fuel
fossilize-fools
fossil-eyes-a-look-of-age
hostile-eyes-a-look-of-rage
you could be a major league catcher
and still wouldnt be able to-catch-ya-breath
this is the major leagues, throw your ass on a stretcher
to-catch-ya-death
im a machine like the-hip-hop-industry
im the hip-hop-in-the-streets
im the led dropped-in-the-heats
im the guy behind the pencil makeing sure there's no stoppin-the-beats
broke the off-switch
leave you cracked like a white egg
broke in to the oval office
ignite mags
makeing the national inguirer's front page
first-to-spit-a-verse
with seconds-of-time
first-to-spit-adverse
been through the chin checking-of-rhyme
first-to-spit-a-burst
intersecting rhymes with the mind alligned with the spine to defy the architect an design art effect mans sublime submachines go deep like submarines in your blow hole whale marine biology got a marines ideology you think your hard feen you get canned like sardines or kippers
the only way you flow is diarhia from flipper your body decomposed an hidein in the bowels of poseidon
pause-the-flow
fast foward the-point
rewind my jaws-ta-go
press play for everything i say to annoint
not to disappoint
the only-move left put me right-in-middle
if i only-move my breath im writing-riddles


thanks for reading it

Only just saw this thread and am in the spirit today
My heart is full and I have a lot to say...

Will be standing at my aunt's grave in a few hours
Makes me think about life and death and all that's in between
Is all that remains a couple of flowers
Where is she now, what happened to what she's been?

She's had a full life with ups and downs
Bury a child, leave home and friends behind
But there was laughter between tears and frowns
So in the end, in the last hour, what was on her mind?

I hope she thought life was worth being lived
I hope my last card made her smile
I hope we all value her past as a gift
When we stand on her grave in a little while

I like it Bohne.

Are you in Germany? Does that mean you're german? It is rare to find a member of that nation with such english skills.

Yes I am German, my dears!
However, was living in London for several years.
Also my husband's from the US of A.
So English is spoken by me every day.

Well, welcome to Edgars sponteneous pomers pile
I've already been here for a little a while
And I can tell that you'll fit right in here
So once again, feel welcome, my dear

I like the thread, thank you so much,
Going home now, but I'll be in touch!

we marshial our troops,the new revolution,stand for those standing in graves of pollution.the veil will be broken "in thirteen years..." but we don't hear their crying,or feel their tears. fighting babylon with all that we are; a small steel drum and an old guitar.

thanks for sharing it, professor


chris badmittons wrote

Welcome to Edgar's poetry safe house, Chris. He's got problems with his computer at the present time - or he would have welcomed you himself I'm sure.