Just around the corner love the yesterday when bloom zenith popped kaleidoscopic inspiration hieroglyphics Nu generation linguistics folly pledging apart stance b-boy and b girl dance hold glance begin helicopter leg spins breaking the wind taking their bite out of the Apple out of sour making it all so sweet enough to eat borough to borough travel squads Queenside Bronx boogie down ...Sedgwick Avenue, Bk - Bed-Stuy, Harlem World and Staten Island novelties like baseball Jackie Robinson the Brooklyn Dodger turn bull stick ball kickball Scully was gully the whimsical delight brings to light stories on Story Avenue everything old is always going to be nu trailing ones Constitution esoteric evolution through a free Love revolution red rooms a sacred bath House of Plato's Retreat sexual liberation free to rejoice a dance to the DJ spin heathens anthems held and embrace of bolting strobe of limelight the Disco kids the Disco wiz jelly Bean benitez,kaz, Mr. magic, Knuckles, Larry Kevan, Herc gave birth to five boroughs crews formula for nu rules graffiti notebooks flip out back pockets rocket rocket aerosol cans declaration painted dreams you know what I mean scratching and surviving scrawl wet, crawls sides cement walls abandoned Halls bathroom doors across steel carriages that married the minds and mirrored the times that crippled Nations and photographs headlines in the daily news rumble of jungle Brothers teams of others...Africa bambaataa Zulu Nation cross-pollinate generation born out of ghetto tombs burden wombs rumble turned into towers of rapper's delight The sugarhill gang the stars of the sun the moon and the planet rocks baby pebbles out ghettoes from out of the five boroughs who rumble black and Puerto Rican pain of gangs Technic Crews groove into flipping Jazz licks and r and b hits to rock the houses of hip-hop gods just around the corner dragon wagons of record crates to cassette tapes now relate on times fledging hustle corporate vampires cashing in on zenith of smoke and fire ashes of ghetto rap Kings Burroughs of slum hell storytellers DJ Kool herc blew birth into nu nations Grand Master Flash and The Furious Five, DMC and LL and other tribes already on the move ... finally register to the ears of music executives pad pockets full bank accounts to million dollar ringing of rebel rap Kings of yesterday when I was just around the corner looking in at myself a lost Buffalo gal
still guns be smoking hearts broken lives toking change hoping... just around the corner tagging the times... nu rules nu rhymes nu game and a nu RAP!
Copyright© 2019 Lydia Elizabeth Percy
Comments
Is this a form...
of what is called 'machinegun' poetry? It does remind me of the rapping of a machine gun, spitting out words in a stream of
related conscious bullets. No matter what you might call it, it is nothing, if not entertaining. I followed the rhyming rhythm
that made poetic sense, all the way through. More, please. ~ Geezer.
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No particular form
Thanks for the read . As per your comment ;no it's off the cuff free verse...a memory tap attack.
Namaste,
Lep
No particular form
Thanks for the read . As per your comment ;no it's off the cuff free verse...a memory tap attack.
Namaste,
Lep
Okay...
Liked it anyway. ~ Geezer.
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Greatly appreciated the read.
Thank you.