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Day 18 – Ode to Ass lips

How can I forget
To spread my cheeks
And expose my ass lips
Amused by raspberries you can do
And a lit match, you can blow fire, too
Like my mouth, your burps are excused
But it’s weird that you have taste buds?

With diarrhea, my front line defense
known to keep a tight lips or talk shit
You pucker my posterior
But hold the flood gates closed.
Clean inspection after bombing is done
has left you with a shit eating grin
Sorry for all the burning
I forgot to drink water

If lips get chapped, apply the Vaseline
I’ll get a smile from ear-to-ear
that will seems obscene
And for those who dis, I insist
You can kiss my ass until my ass give you a kiss

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Poet are Makers. Literally.

History

I just finish reading Webster article on the history of the word “poet.” It states the words early origin was Greek (poiete) and it meant “maker”. Then the 15th century, English Speakers put  the word “poet” in a high esteem role in the English language in association with God. It, finally, evolved to word maker to speakers and writers of poetry.

‘Poet’ comes from a Greek word meaning “to make.”

Emotional Scientist

This history lesson is incredible. A word that is commonly used for a word artist.  The evolution should give some pride to today’s poets. Plus, it is National poetry month. So, Poet, you have been told that your title has been used to represent deities and, now, it represent you. This title means your thoughts are connection between gods and humans.  You are an emotional scientists journalizing results to all social, environmental, spiritual, financial, political, and technical experiments. You are the vessel for understanding the world’s dark and light moments. So, be the god. Maker. Sayer. Poet.

Webster’s word history – Poet

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Day 17 – truth’s eclipse (nocturne poem)

The constellations design
Characters in mind
That no logic can decide
The truth from your eyes

For the stars will shine
And others will believe lies
But they’d crossed the line
The truth is in your eyes

So the night starts hide
All demons far and wide
I know from your soul
The truth is in your eyes

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Day 16 – Letter to the father (sonnet)

Dear Dad,
Your life on this earth is missed
My mind is left to reminisce
Your life resembles a play
And it’s shown by Grandma’s dismay

Her words strike my confidence
That I lost my common sense
A coward who didn’t interfere?
That your grave is buried somewhere

Is this how my kids will leave me?
The truth will likely scare me
I don’t entertain this picture.
Somedays, I wish I had a sister.

A grandfather to others but, not to mine
God, why couldn’t you give him more time?

Miss you,

CHARRON

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Day 15 – I am up to something

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I enter poetry

to have some therapy

Rap was hard to perform

and my DJ stuff wasn’t close to me

So it was back to basic

I found open mics

where I recited my lyrics

didn’t get many likes

So, I started training

Poetry became my study

Rap became a hobby

I was up to something

I wrote poems long

I wrote poems short

I found different arenas

this became my sport

I started to do features

I even host a show

The rapper merge with the poet

My coach says I am on a roll

I formed an alliance with others

They saw I had a thing

I am starting a movement

I am up to something

I created a zine

for my poetry

but an idea come up

so I change it up

to express the community

I presented it to the world

and it became an epidemic

to honor my poetic journey

I called my zine, Iambic.

I created all of this

you may think this nothing

but this is just the middle

I am still up to something

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Day 14 – Clerihew

Gordon Shumway

Want to cook a cat someday

His flight to his planet went south

Crashed on Earth and, now, he’s known as ALF

George Foreman

Is a boxing champion

But he retired and change fields

Now, He is the king of indoor grills

Bruce Lee

Made martial arts, style free

Racism in movies was large

But he change it and became a superstar.

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Day 13 – My Blue day Ghazal 


I woke up while the sun was asleep. Commuting to work as I await for the sky to turn blue.

Walking down the street and got stop by an oxymoron. He asked me if I had any blues.

Browsing through my dad’s records. I listen to the musicians play the blues

Riffing with comics and one was shock. My material is quite blue.

I got Rap music playing in my headphones. I’m vibing on songs with MED and Blu

I worked on the character of my logo. He is not a smurf but he is blue.

Gangbanger live in my neighborhood. Crips all around. Just Blacks in blue.

They hoping to find a sucker slipping. So, they can beat him down black and blue.

My father & brother are Marines and my cousin is a coast guard. My family wears navy blue

My girlfriend, on the phone, is depressed. She hopes I stop by today because she feeling blue.

But I just got a call on winning a new car. It was out of the blue.

It funny how middle Americans are racist and sadistic but they believe they’re true blue.

I wear smile on my face but a middle finger to cops. Never trust the boys in blue.

I had a slam in Paris and finished with high numbers. The host screams sacre bleu.

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Day 12 – Scary movies (alliteration & assonance)

Is it a coincidence to coexist in this climate?
Consequently, the cliffhanger is climactic.
A suffering sadist is cinematic.
I’ve seen scenes should be unseen.

So why so soon?
Is it the doom that consumes the room?
Certainly, a sick cerebellum sort
What it distort, contort, support all this sightly content.
I feel content away from the contact.
But to see the contexts
Set me in an unsettling state of uncertainty?

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Day 11: I exist, Why? (Bop)

I was born with the blood of a serpent’s poison

Hazmat suits were administer to keep their distance

Given two blood transfusion in a capsule home

My mom’s birthday present was in Intensive Care alone.

First five days of living & this is what I get

If God loves his children, then consider him a hypocrite

 

I wasn’t supposed to be here.


Survived as a toddler with a few tumbles

Left by my father so here comes the struggle

Society little problem graduates every year

See my degrees, a professional is here.

The Military had my life on stilts

And civilian life is still difficult

 

I wasn’t suppose to be here


So I have 2 children from 2 different women  

My life at 40 is in a weird transition 

I attempt new things so I will never be bored

I accept the risk so I’ll never go poor

So to win at life, let’s be clear

I do everything now to tell the world why:

I am suppose to be here.

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Day 10 – Two children


Two children
Two mothers
Two families
One link

They live two different lives in one time
Only seeing the other in one moment
They don’t understand
why they need to know each other.

Two ages
Two cities
Two houses
One choice

Her ponytails and brash attitude.
A born leader
Born a single child.
Older than her young cousins
She follows a beat to a different drum

His curly hair is as wild as his spirit.
With Emerald eyes that reveal he is special.
New to this world, his family will be his foundation rock as he builds his life.

Two decisions
Two fates
Too young
One father

They are young and strong.
With an ambition
that’ll never steer them wrong.
Now, our family picture
Reminds me that we are one.