Black Poetry : How Me and Your Mum Met…

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  1. waynethomas

    waynethomas Active Member MEMBER

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    I’m no ‘Morden day’ Shakespeare,
    But I’ve danced with a few men in my time.

    Danced in the context that
    As men chosen to be born on this earth,
    We’re all trying to jump on this beat.

    A beat that we
    Sip and thrive enough to dip inside,
    And the beat in question is a ride we call life.

    And though
    Played and heard us the very same beat,
    We seemingly
    (Like it’s out of our own personal choice)
    Seem to all be able to hear it played,
    But allow for it to affect us differently.

    And as I allow the
    Bass of drum to pulsate my blood through
    All nerve connections
    So that each one of my bodily tips is filled
    I’m able to moves rhymically within music’s perfectly timed
    Time lines –
    In my eyes,
    One of the highest forms of multi-tasking.

    So where I have been blessed with time,
    Others…
    Well,
    Let’s just say that others seem to have been blessed to
    Catch the odd beat or two;
    But with all our different types of rhythms in view,
    We are all still pursuit to be the one you choose
    To be the only one tonight
    That holds your entire view.

    Now,
    In this dimly lit visual environment
    My experience over the out come of this situation
    Is not just the
    ‘Simple but effective’
    Dance moves that you see from me,
    But comes in realising that…
    She will only see what she desires to see.
    And with so many to choose from,
    Who am I
    But an addition to this
    Hazed meat market view…

    So rather than
    Approach you with my unique style leisurely,
    Hoping to apply the ample measure if words
    To tip you in my direction tonight gradually,
    I have a need for my actions
    To speak more than my words ever could be…
    And on this occasion,
    I want my words to move you towards me…

    Because you see now
    This note that I know that you have been reading
    Since my Shakespeare introduction,
    Has almost completed the task that the
    Others had calculated for winning you.

    So let’s firstly address your first question…
    “What are my intentions tonight towards you?”

    Well… as this note was made in the
    Frustration of
    You being the only one I can see in the room,
    The frustration of seeing a smile from you
    Fade into
    Us being lost in a momentary gone astray stare,
    From the lucid brown eyes
    Found within someone I can see spending the rest of my…
    Well,
    I just wanted to show the
    Instant connection I had felt with seeing you.

    And just to show you
    That this is not just another premeditated fib,
    That is brought with me,
    Neatly folded,
    Every time I need someone to go raving with,
    Tell me,
    How else would I have been able to write…
    “Who really is that ugly girl in the red dress you brought with you
    As you know should have told her before you left out tonight
    About the lack of co-ordination between that dress and those shoes”

    Ahhh…
    The mere fact that I’m seeing you smiling
    After guessing what your part of the note you’re now reading
    Give me a clue that… I’m going to like you.

    As already my jokes you applaud
    And that my approach seems to leave you wanting more
    But I see your intelligence now thinking
    “Nice try brother, confidence exposed your wishful thinking…”
    But have you fail to realise that my note young lady
    You seem to be still reading…

    So now the pause in your thinking,
    As now its time for the split seconds needed
    To weigh my known pros cons
    Which will move you to deciding
    Whether a verbal conversation in a quieter environment
    For the us connection to
    Carry on,
    Or stay to continue with your whispers in to the ears
    Of those that confuse the view of what I see as confidence you oozed,
    As a three word abuse when said “Please…. Jog on”
    But after seeing them doing the
    ‘Logon’ to Peter Andre’s ‘Mysterious Girl’
    Then asking you to dance,
    That’s really not on!

    But can we move on…?



    Dúbb’l yoo T © 2008
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    word up ...feeling ya here
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Tried to be the gentleman who shined brightest amongst the rest, I enjoyed the detail of this encounter poet.
     
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    triniti424 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    You really aim to tell a story Brother Wayne :read:
    I enjoy a good story :)
    Particularly a well-told good story :)
    :read:
    Glad to see you enjoying the destee house
     
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    Wow Brother....exceptionally AWESOME
    I really loved the imagery
    Flow on Bro!
    Keep up!