Last updated: 02-25-2014
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2013
Miss Smith the Downtown DJ
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A Rant.
This is a rant, applicably
formed with the purpose of
Ranting, My hand is shaking
as I write, my heart seemingly
skips and jumps like a little
annoying but necessary Kid,
my handwriting resembles my
mother's today, a rant.
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Hold still a minute stop
I can't catch you to love you
You move to quickly with
Uncertain movements I just want
to tell you something to help
you. be still you move too quickly
you're upsetting yourself. I can't chase
you, you'll run. I wish
you would stop. Hold still
So Still your hear might drop
you went, It will I can't catch
you to tell you, my heart pales
down when I see you.
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2014
Miss Smith the Downtown DJ
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Poem for Paul
What Kind of Poem Should this be?
First off this poem isn't for me.
This Poem should not allow for reading between the lines.
It should say what it means.
Don't try to interpret it as you see fit. It will speak
For itself... listen to it.
This Poem Shouldn't be too deep....... or strange in thought.
It Should state facts That are easily Taught.
Don't Argue the premise, Don't question the form,
Accept that this poem is the real norm.
No hidden agenda Herein Contained. The ideas and meanings
are easily explained.
. . . obviously, simple . . . . . . . . The rhyme is refrained.
Don't Jump to conclusions, you won't be able, this poem
is somewhat Unstable.
It's not for me as I said before, When it's done I'll slide it
under your door. It may be for you, if you're reading
this it's true, you're one of my crew.
What should you do? Don't interpret this poem as you see
fit.
I wrote it so you could read it.
I'll write what I want it's my pencil, F**** that!
This freaking poem is where it's at.
So even though I wrote this poem for you,
Don't tell this poem what to do.
Hell yea
From Brooke Smith
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I Guess.
The world is mine, but,
I will share
God gave it to me, he knew
I'd care.
But you're here too . . .
What must that mean?
Maybe we should be a team.
Me and this tree and all the
powers that be,
The world is mine . . . , but,
Just this one time.
I will share.
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Brothers
Walk by like you don't know
me, as if we were never kin.
Overlook my Eyes, Shield yourself
behind a mechanical grin.
Smile at all our brothers
methodically wish them well.
Walk by like you don't know them
They won't be able to tell. God
Knows that we're Related, you must
Know as well, walk by like you
don't know me, I won't be able to tell
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Critical Poem
Read this poem to Know what
it Says, Remember its a poem
it doesn't have to make sense.
Criticize and analyze and pick
it all apart use theories
applied from long ago, start
at any part. Find a pattern,
study language use. Perhaps it's political
maybe I'm being aloof . . . Just
Read this poem,
Apply your own truth.
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A cat in the city, u might think
it common, u might think
nothing of him, he sits and
thinks though it might not
show, u see in the night his
green eyes glow, u think that
this is a cat in the city? U see
that's such a pity, this cat was
here before, the city grew
around him until he was no more,
A cat in the city, a city around
a cat.
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all types of Poor
I've seen all types of poor
Poor manners
Poor grammar
...I've seen persons poor Enough
to Cry for.
...I've seen people poor, people
who just want more.
Poor hygiene.
I've seen all types of poor
There are folks poor with
nothing.
Folks who just Complain
Sick folks with poor health
people with no name..
people poor financially,
persons with no home.
I've seen all types of poor.
No matter how many poor I've
seen, I always see more.
I wish my brain and heart didn't
know each other, never met,
they always converse and make
me nervous with the clatter and
chatter in my chest and skull
Some is null but none quiet and still
I feel this hot rush going through
my veins tied like guitar
strings from my stomach to my head
the neck bypassed and all covering
an open hole in my stomach but
yet strum my heart with one
thought and my chords are loud
and obvious, its obvious I'm not
a musician, I'm just an instrument.
