Poetry bone

Post by **Nazz** » November 27th, 2008, 4:36 pm

Nothing reliable.
Religion can't agree on sex.
Numbers can't agree on pi.

Normandy to freedom fry,
freedom dye and freedom buy,
freedom flies in the face of pie.
You play the ball where it may lie.
Whack! Dancin' on a cheap device.
Got ya hummin' a tune, runnin' advice.
Got ya crackin' the ice and runnin' vice,
runnin' leadfoot shine on glassy pine.
Now is no time to opine.

Cut up jam, jam up jam.
Interference perseverence,
disappearance, high clearance.
Nothing goes on up there I swear.
I was born with the Fed in my hair.

Let's play politik, left right left.
The calendar becomes a March.
Suddenly I have enemies and arch.
Fight and age, fight and rip off a page.
All of Shakespeare is a bi-polar stage.
Rage is the latest age.
My age is the rage.

Cheap device.
Melt polar ice.
Look out Miami.

Post by **Doreen Peri** » November 27th, 2008, 4:44 pm

fun rhymey stuff, sir nazz

hippy thanksgiving to you

Post by **Nazz** » November 27th, 2008, 5:09 pm

You too, Doreen.
hippy T.

I think I should switch the 2nd and 3rd lines.
I'm the big beat mixmaster taco supreme with guacamole today..

Post by **mtmynd** » November 27th, 2008, 6:20 pm

i hear them double tables spinnin'
winnin', scratchin', batchin'...jazzin'
to the b.e.a.t. as if the pulse wasn't' enuff

Post by **mnaz** » November 28th, 2008, 1:55 pm

Yes, DJ C., about all that's missin' is a little beatboxin'...
Curve, swerve, reverb..

Post by **hester_prynne** » November 28th, 2008, 8:17 pm

Poetry bone with alotta meat on it!
Tearin it off I am!
I love this
H

Post by **goldenmyst** » December 9th, 2008, 10:24 pm

Rhyming rhythm with brilliant metaphors. Well done.

John