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Genre: Love, Rhyme

The Tart

by N.B Mpila

Do you believe in love?
Then how come you be living (believing) lust?
Ever read James 1 verse 15 how lust easily gives birth to sin!?
Is that the song you want to sing?
Let those niggas play your broken heart trying to be a legend!
Building memories you cannot re-member
Like who broke your heart?
Who took your virginity?
Who loved you first?
Who lied at you first?
Or who fucked you last?
How many niggas had their dick penetrating your private part?
Is it still private or public?
Do you even cry?
Or pain is now sweet as music?
Let my questions remind you who you originally is
Before all this happened
Before you had no house
Before nobody cared
Before your 8th abortion
Before you lost a heart
Before you changed your name
Before you forgot to shine
Before…

Genre: Cycle of Life

Evaporate
by Tina Shields-Kerr

Love…that’s where we start

Up there in the bright blue sky

Up there in the evening twilight

Up there in the Milky Way

Ah… but gravity…yes gravity

Gravity pulls…gravity drags

Down, down, down we go…like a raindrop

Dust sticking…dust tainting

The patient puddle waits

A foreboding lake…full of raindrops

Full of lost love, dust, and gravity

Ah…but the sun…yes the sun

The sun is loyal…the sun is warm

The sun comes back…the sun takes you home

Rise little raindrop…rise I say

Back to the sky…back to love…back to the warmth

Gravity…hah…what is that anyway?

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GENRE: Inspirational

Ode to the Writer
by Siza Sibiya

Play you noted Lyricists!
Let not your lyrics be missed!
Your silence is the frequency,
Enticed by a laced melody
Condemned in a rhythmic spell
Only time will really tell
Your lyrical harmony
Etched in life’s symphony

Oh, Hail! Or Hale! Kings of speech!
May your words reign or rain on minds inpeach
Let knowledge rule as you teach
You are to blame for the popular fiction
And the lost hip hop depiction
Your vowel movement is the mission
As they are turning to wrong station

So arise oh sons of scribes!
Let not fame be your weakening bribes
The mystery is your story is still empty
But the words to be written are plenty
I plant thee in the soil of possibility
Growing history in eternity
Let the acclaimed awaiting your spark, put page to flame,
Illuminating the shame where…

Genre: Family, Relationship

Daddy Warm Me Up
by: Lexys Yocom

Daddy I am cold
The blankets of mommy’s words can’t warm me up
The millions of goosebumps on my skin
Each a minute thinking of where you went
Why can’t I find comfort?

Daddy I’m chilly
The fire of passion I have to find you can’t warm me up
The chills going down my spine
Each a thought of what you might sound like if you said my name
Why can’t I find comfort?

Daddy I’m bleak
The space heater of support from my peers and family can’t warm me up
The many breaths I have taken of frigid air
Each a moment I thought I should waste my oxygen on asking mommy if I could see you
Why can’t I find comfort?

Daddy I’m frosty
The warm hot chocolate of other boys’ attention can’t warm me up
The hundreds…

Genre: Life, Relationship

Whole Life
by Saoda Reza

Following the flashbacks
they keep me
alive

remembering the very first time
when you held my hand
when you locked me in your arms
the way I fell in love with your smile
the moment I heard you laugh, I knew
I could travel a million miles to hear your voice
to see the sparkling eyes
to admire your presence
to look at you and tell you that you are my pride
you are my strength and you are me weakness
you are my life and you are my whole world

We had the beginning of something so beautiful
even though nothing remained the same
I am not feeling hollow
I hold you in my heart, as I go on
somethings don’t change with time,
you won’t change for my eyes
my love won’t change
my prayers won’t change
I don’t miss…

Genre: Marriage, love and everything in-between

the Cowardly Lioness
by Ruth Bowley

Pangs of conscience, willows of contrition.
Gilded lilies of guilt.
Reprimanded into submission.

To seek the words I cannot allow myself to say.
To relinquish into your soul…
the gifts I cannot give.
These, these, are just simple plots.
Veiled hand me downs,
and all too familiar way to live.

When you cry my pain,
or
shower my thorns with love.
There is an unkind peace.
There is an ill fitting glove.

But it is right here, at this forever gone
moment in our time.
That I must rise above.
Leave shallow…behind.

In eternity…your charity in me beckons the corners of my mind.
For eternity…your charity in me will beckon the corners of my mind.

Ruth Bowley/Randomwordbyruth.com/4/2016

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Genre: Life, Society

Pillar of the Community
by Monica Helene Thomas

Some say don’t blame them they’re just pillars of the community,
Just prominent leaders who speaks up for them,
But others say that don’t mean nothing to them,
That’s a cult, pillar of the community is a new form of highway robbery,
Question then being, who are you investing in?
When you fall short, who then can you depen?
Everyone nowadays are just out for self, they’ll reach the top if only they’ll play their cards right out of the hands they’ve been dealt,
While others on the other hand, lag behind, they’ll stay in the back drop helping others along teaching them how to rise, grind then watch them shine*
With all that being said tell me what thanks do you get?
When you got bullets coming down through your town like a rain shower, who you suppose…

Genre: Life, Society, Adventure

Weathered
by Andrew Stump

Evergreen forests mildly sway
Afternoon music speaks a drifting page.
The souls of his parents declare disdain
The voices bend to swift decay.

He packed his bags and went
Without a care for the life behind
Following a paper road map
Written with his piece of mind.

Head west, head west.
As the sun sat muttering.
What’s next, what’s next?
Moon’s eclipsed hovering

Onward, he moves with warmth
Turning keys to unravel doors.
His eyes, stationary
Under the shaded valley
Of conformed tourists.

Has the dream begun?
He digs to the back of wisdom
Way back where the war on war is won.
See the symptoms of a moonstruck victim.

One evening he confronted a perplexed entity.
And instead of hiding in the green, dusty tent,
He followed her through the forest without fear.
And she brought him through.

Remains of the…