Similar posts in the past, but lets give this one a twist. Instead of naming names, emcees give 8 hard bars about what another poet or emcee on here has done to inspire you, or what a badass you think they are, how much you personally think they rip shit, etc. Poets, haiku or give a short verse about someone's style, how they've inspired you, the places they've taken you with their poetry, etc etc.

The trick here is to see if, by giving it props, you can guess which poet or emcee is being honored without the name. If you really want them to know, inbox them or something and say "yo, that was about you". I bet this will promote more personal friendships, make you feel good that someone is checkin for you, or make you want to work harder to get checked for (if that's your goal). Kind of like positive mystique, dig?

I got a couple poets and emcees I'd like to up, so I'll do more than one, but feel free to do as many or as few as possible, as long as it doesn't get muddled together. Give someone their OWN peace, aaight cats? And if you're good enough, the baddest honor you can give is to try to use their style. THAT'S hard, and to put fourth that effort is like awarding a silver star.
Heres's mine.....



Simple words she paints
pictures with emotion burns
sunsets with her love

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accepts challengers and doesn't differentiate
between bystanders and adversaries when
lines are crossed like jaywalkers
shit talkers and hawkers are lumped in the same category
like throats before tears spill
replacing proverbial blood
spray the crowd from a state of confusion
lost in a maze meant
something different
but now I know that
words are not monogomous to definitions
______________________

Moderator thugs
Lose my breath with every word
this chokehold or hug?
______________________

stealing and revealing
spiritual influence with indifference i'M
USEd to profound sounds pounding rounds of
clarity into my disparity,
assuming the identity of he who sent to me,
the link between words and music like
a roundhouse in my head
Showing me what I could be if I
surrender to the splendor of
my talent and accept my fate
he be the baddest poet in the seven one eight.
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two eyes are blinking
third one graces me with what
planets are thinking

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That's a few. Do with it what you will....but do it barefoot.

Plus I got niggas in DC
That'll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum's carry out!
Little Brother


Protest!
http://www.hal-pc.org/~edi/lih.jpg

sensitivity
and strength make for freestylin'
poet warriors




_____________________________
"But we are not anti-American. We are anti or against what America is doing wrong in other parts of the world as well as here... Now, you're not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or who says it..." ~Malcolm X

"as moons and responsibilities confound me/and death is my messiah, distantly arriving/winged and unconquerable/in the knowledge that I shall rest/I can continue, ever." (c) limbic_system

"siiilent night...i said a siiiilent night...."

~~~~
http://omidele.blogspot.com/
http://rahareiki.tumblr.com/
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/

broken sentences
fall on
hearing
ears
when dolls come
off their shelves
and
speak

(tee hee)

_____________________________
"But we are not anti-American. We are anti or against what America is doing wrong in other parts of the world as well as here... Now, you're not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or who says it..." ~Malcolm X

"as moons and responsibilities confound me/and death is my messiah, distantly arriving/winged and unconquerable/in the knowledge that I shall rest/I can continue, ever." (c) limbic_system

"siiilent night...i said a siiiilent night...."

~~~~
http://omidele.blogspot.com/
http://rahareiki.tumblr.com/
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/

the surreal taken
to another level in
bastarrde/body bags

_____________________________
"But we are not anti-American. We are anti or against what America is doing wrong in other parts of the world as well as here... Now, you're not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or who says it..." ~Malcolm X

"as moons and responsibilities confound me/and death is my messiah, distantly arriving/winged and unconquerable/in the knowledge that I shall rest/I can continue, ever." (c) limbic_system

"u can teach your boy to do that" (c) meshell

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http://omidele.blogspot.com/
http://rahareiki.tumblr.com/
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/

when dicks and pussies
were taboo in poetry
she free
styled
cumshots
that landed
in revolution poems' faces
she put pussy
in the mouths of every womyn
so that we cld write
with our own thuder
bolts.

www.sheflypaper.com

dressed in blk
hushtones
he made bitches out of
words
and strangled love
with metaphors

www.sheflypaper.com

LOVE that one!

Plus I got niggas in DC
That'll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum's carry out!
Little Brother


Protest!
http://www.hal-pc.org/~edi/lih.jpg

a break beat baptism, he
activated rhythm thru syncopated
thought patterns
like drum patterns
to program cats to get off them high horses
and ride hi hats w/
poe'm.c science/structured flow defiance,
cosigning on niggas' need to wed culture

This doesn't die anytime soon...LOVIN' it!

Plus I got niggas in DC
That'll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum's carry out!
Little Brother


Protest!
http://www.hal-pc.org/~edi/lih.jpg

he sprawl'd nigga mindset
into egg/plant'd limbs, lacin'
thighs with supercedingly romantic hymns,
had shorties wet thru well work'd intention,
hormonal harmonies shacklin' vibrations to sex'd heat
and placin' it square between
the lace of yuh panties and
the brink of yuh sanity
_____________________________

thnx fam. you made me want to write.

if i cld've picked
her basement flowers, i'd
birth a garden till her scent returned
plucking them petals like strings till
that old spice cld sing again,
but time is impatient so
i hold a bouquet of clipped p/rose in my cellar
in her honor
____________________________________

*embracing the silence.*

i'd fked this piece
and let it leave
its imprints
on my pillow cases
so i'd remember
it when masterbating w/ depression

pre-she-ate-it

www.sheflypaper.com

we grace the same stage...
a phonetical brotherhood of pCe and place
of mics and men, 2 rhythmologists
spilling inkblots of life thru pen,
we rhyme the colour of night...
making hardships sail into the distance
christen & bon voyage'n the word: our mission,
the expressed purpose 2 lace page with quillmatic writes until
those rights make left/overs get sober ,
striking troubled waters until the bridge is over...
______________________

clothed in venomous words
her style
unbreakable
shakes the world
at all cost
leaving remnants of
inspiration on
paper.



what else is there to say?

you're my Earth ©Meshell Ndegeocello

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my work
http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
http://www.lulu.com/content/7598631
http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

*holds out arm* "look...goosebumps!*

i likeded that one...yup *nod*

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My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

keeping focus on my mindseye
she cries the wisdom
of hurt children .....
while my sister's
buildings fall but keep rebuilding
mindless of her mission
but never sinking in remission
I wish for the best
eye plan for the worst
i come out on top ........(i)nspration (i)n my (i)nbox

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a tank full of gas ..$20
a new fit to wear at Dream....$200
culb hoping in the Gardens..Bar None ..Culb U ..and Dream...$250
to hear all the Young's and Joe's at

  

water works mircales weather us down th blak frakments of ayo ayo's.....to mellow mood enchant ya post with out articles of clothes....petey pob poe.......those nukka's I know spit venom with eye closed ...grumpy pappas dawning the birth of two Leo's
zin even got love for those that war and appose ......after i lock and load

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a tank full of gas ..$20
a new fit to wear at Dream....$200
culb hoping in the Gardens..Bar None ..Culb U ..and Dream...$250
to hear all the Young's and Joe's at

  

seems like jus when i think i see his soul
i turn around an he's vaporated back unto some mist
a sneaky trick for someone to fire off at blissful heads
much more than comprehending between the lines
more like sessions from outter space limitless
with the deployment of his pensroke holding the only
key to his mos saught after obys with other fingertips
that never rest

"catch me on the rebound like rodman"
--DEFinately

If I had a better voice
And more choice in words
That like birds could fly
And not by tired streams rot
Then I'd sing the pure clear
Notes of cheer and love
Solid groove
Blasting on with clarion tone
Like a real poet, hip't, hop't
Squared and cubed to fill this room
To overflowing, diamond madness showing.
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indeedilyjoinavajewboina
-Brother

Something like Eldridge
Cleaver meets John Lennon

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Something like Eldridge
Cleaver meets John Lennon

he brought boom-BAP! to Beat box to
box thoughts i thought were free til he
styled them with precision weaving passion
without the weave
we've
seen his domepome pound power
into lovegems jammin til the break
of mindbacks w/ backs to the earth toward the sun

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

she got woman power pussy tribes
follow alice walker watchin ants
and roaches dance w/ fury rage and thunder
breakin plunder with phonetics
u nvr wld no
her jesus child from buckwild counter-ethics
condemns the non-poetic erectin love
thru verses curses to no purpose in writing
she got rude lingo cuz she cant stand inspiration dying

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

oh my dear lord. standing by itself, this is simply one of the most musical pieces i've ever had the pleasure to read. it almost sounded like an effin breakbeat when i read it out loud.

THIS is the kind of writing i aspire to.

mute

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

and my curiosity demands that i know who this was dedicated to.

mute

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system

up ing

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a tank full of gas ..$20
a new fit to wear at Dream....$200
culb hoping in the Gardens..Bar None ..Culb U ..and Dream...$250
to hear all the Young's and Joe's at

  

in all areas
of work and speech
she came on
13 inch screens
manifested knowledge with
45 lines, gave us
pizza boy poems and young ass
chicks too stupid to realize
life was staring them
in the face.




what else is there to say?

you're my Earth ©Meshell Ndegeocello

------------------------------
my work
http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
http://www.lulu.com/content/7598631
http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

She offered spoken word with a lil tongue
gave birth to future nations
her name is belltones
delicate doll that only
pretends to write

His venom makes emcees
rotate on his axis instantly
classic setting my heart on
edge

post and reply had me
inspired waking up TWWWOOOOOO
his words. How do u repay a
poet was the question
asked and answered

His lips gave shape to words
that should deam him a Panty
Poet. Mythical creature i am
entraped in his words

Sharing the surname of my
nick name. He opened
pandora’s box and offered
black body’s release

My southern comfort
neighbor. Her skull cradles
the brain of a writer. She is
more peaceful than midday
sprinkles on georgia summer
days.

Amid washers and dryers
his pimpin’ had me soaking
in tha back of my Yukie.

Perfectly Grand
Purely Genius
Powerfully Grindin’
my hips

Receiving Great Visions
this girl my sign sista
i’ve been missing this
stars rudeness

My midnight sista
seducativly moving like
molasses ova honey brown
skin O Y O


i simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips-Saul Williams


http://www.geocities.com/okay_poets/

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

i love this collage...powerful potent and mmm mmm good.

:-D

MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

Aight I got mad love for alot of folk here and Ima be back to demonstrate and represent but right now I'm missing one in a big way

a lost light
bright orange like the sun
sometimes ashamed
but brilliant and young
bound to stand the world on it's head
little else needs to be said
but i've been touched by every peace I've read
even if it makes my fatherly face go red
where you at we missing you
Ima hold my breath until I go blue

mine are real easy....i see Ms Mindful got my stanza in her sig *blushing*


i simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips-Saul Williams


http://www.geocities.com/okay_poets/

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

LexM, Amazin, Ant/Lunch, Muse, and 3rd i...not necc. in that order.

Plus I got niggas in DC
That'll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum's carry out!
Little Brother


Protest!
http://www.hal-pc.org/~edi/lih.jpg

barefoot_aquarian
paperdollpoet
bastarrde
limbic_system

...but there were too many to name thru this post alone. i'da been writin all day lol

_____________________________
"But we are not anti-American. We are anti or against what America is doing wrong in other parts of the world as well as here... Now, you're not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or who says it..." ~Malcolm X

"as moons and responsibilities confound me/and death is my messiah, distantly arriving/winged and unconquerable/in the knowledge that I shall rest/I can continue, ever." (c) limbic_system

"u can teach your boy to do that" (c) meshell

~~~~
http://omidele.blogspot.com/
http://rahareiki.tumblr.com/
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/

paperdollpoet
Frakage
Amazin
Muse
Giovanni
Mindful
PG
RGV
Omoge all in that order


i simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips-Saul Williams


http://www.geocities.com/okay_poets/

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

pearls of wisdom
drop like water
from rainclouds
hungry for knowledge
she provides me nourishment
formed in poetry
me?
i'm the happy student
eagerly awaiting more of her teachings

----------------------
Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

sweet
somalian
raindrops sway and dance
in the stream of innocence
and serenity
and reminds me
how it is
to be a child again

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

----------------------
Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

he brings the ch ch-ch ch,
and sends it atcho brain,
political itch-i-i-itch,
that he scratches sane,
beautiful love, that he shares with words,
while still reminding,
that not all's right with the world.

-Tp

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http://fivedeadlyeverythings.wordpress.com
bamf.

I never knew a luh-luh-luh, luh- light like this
Gotta be something for me to scream "shiit!"
Me? I'm usually inspired by the vintage,
But you so young, and still get at me everytime you send it,
You prime, sweet, and little
Your words glow together
Age is no limit, your rhymes spin for Ever,
From the start I knew I'd never
know what words did for you
I ain't gonna front, I wish for me they'd do it too
Because of you, feelings are magnified and snared
In the tight grasp of the light,
but she still handles it with care
You know I ain't the type
to be giving people more than they worth
Ever since I read your shit I been tryin ta match your work
You have the power to make us happiest and hurt us the worst
The end of the verse is near, and it's almost at a close
...but, one more, line,:

Every expectation you defy.


-Tp

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http://fivedeadlyeverythings.wordpress.com
bamf.

that's hot

----------------------
Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

Haiku:

Mighty Mountains crumble,
In the face of the foolish,
Humility wins....

I listened to sounds from mother Earth,
Mother of our ancestors,
Sweeping clean the backwards animality of our youth,
Speaking truth with no lip movements,
Only lines on paper,
Words that hit me like being spanked for two hours long,
It still isn't enough,
Life's lessons are rough,
But you ease them and appease them with your prose,
Even in heat you could grow a rose,
That thirsts for more Earth,
C'mon back mother,
your head is down,
but look up to me with a kind smile,
Tell me stories like griots in old clothes,
Mother of our ancestors,
Shadow of me...

The person this is for doesn't post much, but the one that I read I think it struck me the most, I'm gonna up the post. ( i didn't mean for that to rhyme yall

I shot the bebe gun.