Black Poetry : The Playground (Destee's fame)

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The Playground​

(Destee’s Fame)​

The avenues and boulevards
To virtual back alley courtyards
And intersecting cyber streets​

~ This global WEB from which we speak​

Destee.com is a farm (land)
For homegrown calm and astute Ci-Ti-ZeNs
Of the creative flow persuasion
(Of every nation)​

~ UPlifting peace and downPLAYING violence ~​

I WITNESSED…as its humble beginnings
Flowed into a circular
Never-ending society of
“You and Me”
Friends​

Born out of the ashes of her AFRONET dayz
Destee.com has CULTIVATED the ways of the flow
…The place to go to let musings thrive
Where fantasies and dreams come alive
Through discussions, and
Chat rooms, and
Poetic schools, and
Short story class rooms, and
Anyway you wanna be
That’s alright with me, too​

We are a dotCOM community
Of love, (support), and great unity​

A venue
Where madd skillz are displayed
As flows are arrayed in
Dazzling shades of
Sizzling word play​

A wordsmith farm
For poets—like me
We maintain the river’s flow
Gracefully​

A playground
That resounds with the
Chitter-chatter, and
Booming laughter of
Poetic throw-downs
From the meek and flamboyant
The shy and outspoken
That serious sister
And that joking brother​

A playa-playa kinda lover
(See what I’m saying)​

Come on ova and play wit me​

Like the hoopsters
And Big Ballaz
The playground has always been
The spot (to come to)
To get down
To display your talents
To showcase your skillz
To live to the fullest of your gifts
As your **** develops into
~ ALL IT CAN BE​

I see poets like
Amun Ra
And his other-worldly musings
Showing us how he be living​

I see His $$RICHNE$$ flying the air waves
Bishop’s in the lighthouse
And Watcher—RIP—rounding out
The brothers xtreme
With Blakverb making the river scream
Its consciousness​

I see…
The Queens and Kings
Of the river’s flow
Wordsmiths
Poetic junkies
And addicts of the soul​

Swing low, my chariot…go
You know…you know
Mutual admiration
All wrapped up in
TRUE​

I give to you
No ghetto ghost riders
Or, poetic phrase biters
We’re non-fighters
In this poetic crew​

(Just wanna make mental loving with you)​

I see poets like​

PLATINUMILLITY1 of the valley
Where dnommo planted thee
Let me Reason out the possibilities
Before Rhymebad captures me​

Maple Xtract’d from her classes
All she wanted but did not know
Gave MsDlite her favorite syrup
Told her to eat and get out, yo’​

My little Huntress…Blackbelle
She hails from Jamaica
By Toronto, Canada’s way
Left the vagina chronicles
For me to fondle
But NO…they don’t flow that way​

Ga_Sunshyne
Touched a gold mine
When you let her N2URSouL
Left you standing…shivering
In that wet, Georgia cold​

I fell victim to the notion of
Watzinaname
So I gave it no fame
‘til I met a poetess named
4everluv​

And everything I had ever thought of
About a name
Went by the way…as they say​

Then came Hodee
And Harry Hyman
Asimplepoet I aspired to be
But she wasn’t having me
So, I tried to become the 1poetsought
But, instead, became lost​

Da Street So’ja found me
While patrolling the streets
Of the concrete jungle
I had been humbled
By the experience of a
Desert Storm
Who did me no harm
As Alyce tried to see
What Astrologer4U had told me
But triniti warned me
To stay away
So, I held sway
To the many who came before me​

Now…I can’t lie
Sweet Apple Pie got scandalous
Told all the ballaz
“You couldn’t handle this”
If she got down like that​

Like what???​

Keita Kenyatta and Queentswana
Opened a corner spot next to the playground
Where poets could chill when they came around
YOU KNOW HOW THEY GET DOWN​

Sheryka took Afri-dancr to a party
With Mr. Africa at B.E.’s house
Where Poetic Quest and MsLuciousB
Were going the spoken word route
‘til zorbi got called out
But seanthepoet had her back
No doubt​

I met an epiphany
And it came to be (that)
The skies opened wide
As her light shone brightly (on me)​

Mz Cocobutterskyn did colabs
With a Balla…on the smoove tip
Took a sip of the erotica
Made her holla her MADD LUV
For a brutha’s skillz​

~ But that’s how we live​

There was an OG playa—MADDRAPPER
Wearing GQ styles
He’d stop in and play
Every once in a while
He and DimePlaya2G
Were throwing the street thing up
Profusely
Katana came along to save them
‘til they tried their mac-daddy lines on her
And she played them
But that’s the kinda things happening
On the playground
Where poets and poetesses come
To get down​

And then there be ME
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I’d holla across raging rivers
Asking the giver of all things
If HE would allow me
To be the me
I always wanted to be
…allow my soul to fly free
And my pen to bring to life
The fantasies within me​

~ O, Father, I beseech thee​

But at the head of the class
…the top of the hill
Spitting fire with dope rhymes
Str8 popping madd skills
Lives the playground Queen
Doing unworldly things
As she paves the way
For others…unseen​

Destee
My sista
I remember your swag
And the sway of dem afro-puffs
Once you lost your do-rag
The lines you would drop
Yeah…I remember them, too
Just wanna say thanks
And much PROPERS to you​

 

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SORRY...

you know i couldn't get everyone in here...but, yeah, a brutha was thinking 'bout ALL'a you. ENJOY THE FLOW.

Destee...you know how we do.

much luv

 

[watzinaname]

All the talented effort you put into this flow, not only shows, it shines. This sure is a wonderful scribe Brother Baller...wow.

 

[Lataisha Nicole]

This was really sweet and all I've got to say.....is can i play? circle yes or no, give it to me when you meet me outside by the back door, I really do love the way that you spit, so 123, tag! your it!
Write On! Write on!

 

[Da Street So'ja]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

great props poet

thanks for the shout

yea i remember all these names, names from back in the "day" lol

and i remember afronet too

we've come along way

it's good to see good people like you still around

thanks for the tribute

and of course props to the namesake

DESTEE!