Topic: poetic duel II...Lonely Soul | |
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Sat 11/04/06 02:57 AM
gee,y'all are but lame, 'twas in jest,with this game, you only did hack,for us to see, wasted yer rhyme,hackin'on me, you forgot to show it, th you, th true poet, we all have one deep inside, most of it, boast of it,yet did you hide, I've seen more poets,on posted past, but few come calling to give repass, 'twas lookin' for love,and wonderful things, tho most did just boast,or jack with me, 'twas searching for love,that most poem brings, I do not truely wish this crown,I'm th clown, love was th challange,not to be put down, please put down you arms,I mean no harms, I'll live life to th' fullest,in my own way, you gaawk me,then mock me,rip pieces away, most just had to bicker, this only says,yer heart is only wicker sad for love,but did get a snicker, I throw down,th' POETIC DUELS crown, you few made me frown, me into a clown, was love rather found,not clown'd poets crown, I bid AD'jue" to most of you,trying to take me down. |
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Michael, Michael, this is your time?
im back from work and ready to rhyme I read on the post and give you a toast I got three hours to play ya wanna try to make my day? you and I both know this shit but to the rest I will explain it these are words from inside our brain this is all for FUN, not to make pain so this being said right up front its my time to attack this little runt(nice) to the folks that all hung with me I thank you all for believing in me as for Will he is my deal, this man who thinks he's the al-mighty is going to find out its HIS nighty, nighty Mr Will, you preach of FREEDOM OF VOICE but you want to pick my words, like its YOUR CHOICE you cut us down for words of slang but damm-it-boy where is YOUR big bang so quick to judge so quick to try and rule you SAY ya got rhyme, I say your a mule pratice what you preach stop being such a leach put forth a few words and THINK your a critic same old lines and same old rhetoric pop-in-here, and run out there lets see your strentgh lets see your INK could it be YOUR the missing link you put us down like this ain't shit but I say YOUR the one with NO WHIT want-it-your-way or your not going to play then critic out of my motherf---kg way I've never done this before in my life ya don't believe me, call my exwife I never went to HARVARD, or to YALE, BUT YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS I CAN STILL WHALE personally I think your words slack but who's to say your not on crack Now back to michael who I believe is PSYCHO BACK TO THE ATTACK, AND IM NOT CUT-N YOU ANY SLACK YOU BRAG OF WIN YOU HAVE NOT WON THE CROWNS STILL THERE MY POOR SON |
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mime!
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STFU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You think ya all or poets, and use your words from your brain! you
wouldn't know a real poet, for a real poet knows that poems come from deep inside, not for the brain only to hide, starts from the heart you see, gets so deep it's forgot about reality, I know i'm not know poet, never claimed to be, so I don't won't that stupid crown of victory, I really enjoy being to poet clown of instensivity, with feelings that or true, and not words from the brain, now I need this dude, you or really not in the right game |
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Well that could have been cool, something quite slick. Its a pitty your
spelling made everyone sick. I know Im no poet go back to part one. DaBadGuys just here to have a lil fun. Ive said it before so please lets not frown, theres no champ, theres no prize and there isnt a crown. This wasnt made up for you true hearfelt poets. Its simply for laughs (the originals know it) So with that Ill be going to look around the threads, I guess my new catch phrase is PLEASE TAKE YOUR MEDS!!!! |
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dAbAD, YA GETTING GOOD LMFAO?
ME, I FOUND MY STOP?LOL |
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yes I knew this would help,
to give us true rhyme, not just hear th yelp, from th HEART,was what we asked, not th mind,but th heart had been tasked... from th heart so true, comming only from th true you, don't just say yer a poet, please let us feel it too...........M. |
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no mine is not,the lost art
I do my best,do my part, and I do ask,th' ladies this task, please ladies please, please makes us weak in th' knees, but if you must do it, then just get down to it, cut me down if you please, this you must know it, th' better th' poet, will find love true,not just a tease, so cut me bare,if you dare, leave your mark on th' breeze, then your repass,comes from an ass, who'll never get weak in th' knees, be good poet,feeling us, know it, give sweet rhymes if you please, don't wanna fight,we got no right, would rather feel weak in th' knees...M. |
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I am but a country chick
my spelling might need help, but you see, you knew my meaning!! you wanted a ryme, so in time, ryme wasn't a crime! but you called it poetry an in the end, you got your ryme! |
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Surely every one of you doth jest,
writing lame verse and you think your the best, To quote a famous man "I've not yet begun to fight, but dont let my words send you to fright, I come to you with a smile in my verse, but with your harsh words my crown you doth curse, If its the crown you seek then its yours to take, but you wont win it writing rymes so fake! |
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