CAR
Saturday first of June 2013,
my car sat in a shadow
waiting for me.
Ten o’clock in the morning, hot
I strutted toward the car,
remote control in hand,
click, lights flash,
doors open smooth
as a brush through hair.
I get in the car,
my knees’ feel the strain.
I’m getting old,
I’m moaning again.
Keys in the barrel,
ignition on,
on goes the stereo
and I’m singing the song
as the tunes flow out of the speakers.
It was a hot kind of day,
the air-con was flowing
as the engine purred like a cat.
It’s a tiger.
It’s a jungle.
Into gear and off and away,
Nottingham the destination that day.
I go through the gears,
up and down,
rude boy style
through the town
windows down,
arm resting sweet,
I’m King of the street.
So out of the town
and into the sticks,
pedal to the metal,
I smell green and yellow fields
and think of summers gone by.
Sixty, seventy,
pedal to the metal
running smooth as ice,
the car eats the road
like a crocodile on prey,
the miles come and go away;
the turbo clicks in,
G Force forces my neck into the headrest,
the air-con keeps me cool and collected,
fifth gear is selected
and I’m cruising one hundred an hour,
the field holds the flower
smelling sweet as the rose,
the sun is blazing,
my visor is down,
the cows are grazing.
I’m out of the town.
I see for miles around.
A tractor stops me on cruise –
which gear do I choose?
I ain’t got time to play today,
I slip into third and peel away.
I see the power stations bellowing smoke.
I cough and choke
as I consider the environmental damage.
So urbanism comes into sight,
it’s Nottingham, I hold on tight –
I’ll soon be there at my destination;
my celebration
as the car purrs like a tiger…!
James Mcatear.
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Ashanti.
I WISH
I wish
I wonder
I flip the coin
And then it lands asunder
Knocking at the bumper
I fear the thunder
I feel the rain
I feel the sun rays
The tape records
The CD plays
I play football
Honest work pays
I pray and pray and pray and pray
Nothing stops me
Nobody says
The sun is yellow
The clouds are grey
I’m here today
I’m here tomorrow
I feel the pain
Subside the sorrow
Lend me an ear
And hear my song
I try to do right
And not to do wrong
Death is short
Life is long
Resurrecting the thoughts
Of a love once known
Blown
Out of proportion
I’ve had my caution
I fall like leaves in Autumn
Only to begin again
My dear old friend
My dear old pal
Nothing gets the best of me
and only God shall
Ruler of creation.
Ashanti.
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Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee knocks on my front door.
He was all in white.
The angel said, Carlton
I’ve come to bring you some precision
in your training. Carlton, Carlton
I’ve been watching you in your living room,
you have my powers.
So he came in and sat down
and we practiced together.
We worked on precision
and prayers together
We worked on coordination
control and meditation.
I said, Bruce Lee
there are lots of things
I’d love to ask
but a warrior never knows
when it’s done.
MC Major Sass
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MC Pinball
ME AND MY PAINTING
Morning and night,
Sleep and wake,
I will work because of your love,
Finding your love I become manic and crazy,
So I will shout your love
And say to people:
‘I find God in the colour of my paintbrush.’
I find love
So from this love
I become a bud
and I grow and blossom into a flower,
I change colour,
I become flesh,
I’m not wanted so I become free
And I’m free with your love
And I become happy, happy, happy…
Mohammed King Amir
I FEEL BETTER.
I was a lonely breaking heart,
Find me
And love me,
I’ve become crazy with your love
An artist with your love,
The sketches are here but my heart is there.
What can I paint?
I’m an artist with bipolar,
I find you in my paintings,
I find you in the colour of the blue sky,
Power of the yellow,
Compassion of the red,
I sleep in the dark black
And the white becomes brighter.
God, I see you in the paintings of the small fish,
I become crazy and I lose consciousness,
Shout ‘Love!’
For the whole world and nations
Because the power of art and love is for all.
We need to see.
Mohammed King Amir
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Turntable love
12inch dub plates
Drum n bass rock
Hardcore sounds
Warm deep smooth
10inch press 7inch
Reggae mix n blend
Black vinyl Magic
Ride the groove
Set speed, drop music
not bombs
Spinning pitch shift
Stop start
slow down
Praise the decks
Bless the decks
Turntable love.
MC AtmosFeare
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SWIMMING OUT TO THE ROCK
I AWOKE FEELING READY TO GO – GIVE IT THE LARGE, SWIM OUT TO DE ROCK. IT WAS SUNNY MORNING WITH A NICE BREEZE, GAVE ME THE FEELING OF OOH U KNOW, IT CAN BE MY DAY. ANYHOW, MUM WAS WASHING CLOTHES AS USUAL. KWIK BREKKY THEN GT A TRANS TO THE BEACH. YEAH MAN, ARRIVAL WAS GOOD AND THE BEACH WAS QUIET. EARLY MORNING STYLEE. ANYWAY I WAS UP FOR IT, IN OTHER WORDS. GOT CHANGED AND PUT ONE FT IN AFTA THE OTHER IN THE TEPID BLUE COLOURED WATER, NATURALLY. SWIMMING OUT TO DA ROCK STROKE BY STROKE GIVING MY BODY A NECESSARY WORK OUT. FLOATING OUT YONDA DISTANCE, HEARING THE HOOTERS OF BOATS BIG AND SMALL AND DE EARLY FISHERMEN AWAITING A CATCH. BOATS COMING INTO THE HARBOUR WITH HOLIDAY MAKERS LOOKING ONWARDS. MY EXPERIENCE TO DE ROCK WAS LIKE HAVIN A LYME N NJOYN MA SKIN, PEACE.
IAN LIBURD.
CHARITY SHOPS
Bargains galore,
items for sale,
Armani suits,
dat small like Lenore,
T-Shirts 75p each,
almost free.
Books of cooks,
novels, children’s stories,
meltdown costs.
Ties and looks
to mek de guys and girls cry,
take a break peepz,
some may say and sigh,
peepz get refunds if desired.
Tanx bye:
Have a nice day.
IAN LIBURD.