hexed poets conner
AMA POEMS, for the poets by da poets
this undying pain
i script in tearS to this undying pain...
i gaze upon the partchment as it bleeds from my ink stain
as i cut through the paper in anger....
my eyes wheep a flooding rain...
im as cynical as a mengler
sublime poets... shout word up... i descend hell from heaven
hexed as i am... im still the innocent poet...
look through my glisterning eyes....
witness hell, pain and suffuring never seen before...
how could such an innocent soul bear so much darkness?
so much sorrow and sadness?
all his contempt and abhorence have eaten through my happiness.....
so vile, so demented ...i wish i could show him the horizon...
his rave is enough to kill lucifer....the morning fallen angel...
has made this young boys life an ELEGY....
his name is BEREAVEMENT.
What more has his pure heart ensnared...
transcending sublime level
my flow follows no decrees...
i just recite it hot like burns from 3rd degrees
it poures and floods waves as thou beats it against shore
it make cash if i was a poetic store
im raw.....world war 3.....
the only hottest poet to hit it beter than shakespear....
iambic pentameter be pentagrised.....
and hit in more conners than pentagons
is recite polygons.......
hexedsant3 the toughest poet alive
hoaxes be erradicated like water vapour.....
The end is . . .
I may write what i may have been written before
scrabble or even recite in a familiar way
my words may be enthralling, confusing
or they maybe just plain devestating
however how i write or recite is just the P in poetry
Theres still the o, e, t, r, y....
o is the voice
e is the emotions
t is the trance
r comes before y and..
y well y is the end
and the end is .....
F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us in
a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed,
don't you think?
So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
thanx anshwy this one is sweet
Sent with all my love just for you.
REALIZE
To realize
The value of a sister
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
who has given birth to
A premature baby.
To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
you can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend or family member:
LOSE ONE.
UNTITLED
ALL THAT WAS KNOWN AND SAID
ARE ALL FIGMENTS OF PAST IMAGINATIONS
PLACED EXHIBITIONS OF OBLITARATED FIENDS
ENSNARED IN CRUMBLED PARTCHMENTS
GLORY TO THE INK-HEARTED POETS
WHO THRIVE BY CONSTANT ISSUING OF OATHS.
DEARTH ENTHRALLS THEM
LIFE INSPIRES THEIR DEVIOUS WORK
AND LOVE .......
WELL LOVE IS JUST LOVE!
WELL DONE TO OUR BROTHER RUDOLPH WHO GAVE US THIS MYSTIFYING POEM BIG UP BRO!
"CLICK "CLICK "CLICK"
BY CHROMATINE
sant3
im an archangel of rap and poetry...
literally...
A man made chatastrophy.
i recite in binaries...
apear here and there
i blantantly entwine the mic waves
an african brother,decended from poetic slaves...
im sublime,
like subliminal messages... buried in my simple sentences.
im not obscure, but just a phenomina
live amoungst beings and phantoms
i define sacriledge and blasphemy
sant3
an arch angel of rap and poetry
by katlego maaba aka hexedsant3
big up to our brother katlego, his poem was selected to be published, in a book titled immortal verses.
Poetic synapses
its a verbal space between speaker and listener.
A speech conjured between people.
messages transcripted
voices projected
Through a synaptic space
in an intertwined phase
the wavefronts travel simultanoeuosly
from mouth to an ear of another.
the poet recites, lister telepathically picks up the
images potrayed .
poetically equiped, physically inclined
and literally defined as a synaptic poet.
Thats freedom to connect verbally,
through this poetic synapse
by katlego maaba
poetry is amazing it is art, a skill and subliminal
