Question:
Okay, I had to write a narrative poem where we personified a color's personality (IE: the emotion it evokes.)
And rhyme master that I am, I got a little carried away.

Here goes:

Blue

He holds freedom above cash. Why?
He doesn't want his life to just flash by.
He gets by on art and stashed rhymes.
He's done the occasional commission, but that doesn't really count.
Everyone needs some amount in their bank account.
Moved from S.A. to Boston, where he hoped to find
a place to get lost in his mind.
His heart is where he would hold
his affinity for cold.
Embodiment of winter, cold as ice.
For the morons out there, that means he's not nice.
Tries to be the best he can, though he is the rudest.
Strange as it seems, he's also a buddhist.
His real name? Barely anybody knew.
Over time he became known as Blue.
Sees the potential the world doesn't see.
He sees possibility from which the rest flee.
The corruption of others. But to himself, a decree:
I won't let that happen to me.

It's something that happens enough.
Overlooking diamonds in the rough.
But overlooking this one was tough.
At a club, rhyming for donations
and watching? Some DJ from a corporate station.
He was offered a chance for a real occupation.
The chance to tour this clear-channel owned nation.
Money would skyrocket in return for creativity's eradication.
He needed meditation, or at least some time to think.
Should he really sell his soul to Clear Channel Inc?
But the gray-suited DJ wouldn't decide just yet.
Apparently, Blue had to go against some other rapper the DJ met.
"Don't prattle. I got it, it's a battle.
Tell me when/where, and I'll be there.
As much as I hate those, I guess it's alright."
"Better get ready. It's here and tonight."

Blue returned to the Apartment.
His life revolved around this compartment.
But try as he might, though he knew he'd win the fight,
he couldn't think of ANYTHING for tonight.
He needed something to proved he owned.
Something to drive the point home.
Fibonacci rhymes? A whole verse that's a manifesto/ palindrome?
Well, he had to at least get his clothes. And maybe a comb.
His life begged for something more.
All his life he'd been poor.
But something inside him told him he shouldn't even open the door.
He would do again what he'd tried before.
But he would not become what he deplored.
A man is not measured not by if he is knocked down,
but if he gets up from the floor.
He'd show them what real talent is good for.

He stepped up to the stage.
Feels caged. People still shocked by a white rapper in this day and age?
Being booed already, enraged.
No gold chains or stoned brains.
Just his blue eyes, blue shoes,
blue soul, blue mood,
blue shirt, blue jeans.
$250 net worth, and he screamed:

"I'm the freaking best thing to come from that southwest thing.
I'm interesting. My raps are contesting with that propaganda
you're ingesting. My tongue is never resting. See? My five fans
are attesting! The people who hire me are the same people I'm protesting!
It's them they should be arresting. Their insider investing. Information divesting.
The special treatment they're STILL requesting?
Hear what I'm suggesting: Shut up.
In my head, rhymes are nesting.
The vocabulary I'm manifesting makes it me you're detesting?
It also bugs the other rappers I'm besting/pesting.
They already rhymed that last word, from what I last heard.
Cause I'm the master who's carving the obsfuscation.
All the faster I alarm the groove nation!
Clear Channel can't handle
my rhymes uncensored. I won't be "indentured".
I've adventured too far beyond the mainstream.
For me, I suppose fame is a pipe dream.
My monochromatic color scheme apparently can't be redeemed.
I won't fall for the new advertising scheme your team made that's "extreme".
Conforming in the dark and I'm a light beam.
Suits so full of cash they're bursting at the seams.
Face it Clear Channel: You've just been reamed.
You can tell I have no problems with self esteem."

He was disqualified. The execs had all lied.
Thus, they were disrespected.
He was rejected, but he was disaffected.
He was unsuspected, so he interjected what he truly detected, and directed the words he ejected
at those would not let his music be perfected.
Instead it would've been dissected, inspected, socially connected, misdirected, neglected, and finally resurrected.
I guess it was to be expected, instead of neglected.

So he goes back to where he resides, his stride untried,
full of pride on the inside. He was snide.
He defied Clear Channel worldwide.
He looked on the bright side, since it would coincide
with him becoming a legend, bona fide.
It was that or a free ride, but he would've had to abide by the implied
guide of those who denied him and chide him.

He never wanted to foray into
the hullabaloo that some he was long overdue to.
What? And be like Blink 182?
Besides, to be a rapper and say "Thank you"
is probably taboo.
He stayed on his path and his talent only grew.
Got an underground indy label debut.
Started his chances anew, his view no longer askew,
but he remained true to his hue:
Blue.

Choices:
That was the most awesomest thing EVER.
pretty good.
Meh
The suck is this.
MY EYES ARE OF THE BURNING.

 

Woa...you just completely changed my opinion about rap in less than 3 minutes...Well done.

duh. charlie is my dogs name, thats why my name is charlieismydog not charlie is me. come on. i like fangirl better anyways.

Hey, if you want people to know you're a girl,
don't put "Charlie" in your name.

But Fangirl is still good. I can handle that.

quote:

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fanboy

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*girl*

and thanks.

Sure, you can print it, as long as you also include the URL of my website

http://www.drunkduck.com/Nerds_and_Such/

And flaunt that to all of your friends. Good fanboy. Good.

There's no constant rhythym throughout, but when I sing it, I have a definite rhythym for different parts of it.

hey i have a whole bunch of peoms on my binder and i was gonna print that one out untill i saw the whole copyright thing. can i still print it and not have it affect my physical condition? *this is my way of asking for permission to print it*

god, you can write. dont let anybody tell you you cant, because that was the best freaking poem i have ever read. i am a poet too, but i prefer joking around. but that was deep. i so wish i could write like that.
you are the rhyme master!
sunshine
ps is there a rhythm to it?

Wow! That is fantastic... I would have quoted some of your lines on my post but I don't know how to use the quote thing... Anyway, Great Job! It's really good! Better than my crap that I right. Good thing you got yours on copyright.
-DWR

I'm on thoughtcafe now too.
I'm Neil Hughes,
He's Andrew Moursund.

Hey! I'm on Thoughtcafe too! Check out 'Rebecca Varley-Winter' and 'Alex Varley-Winter' (myself and Penmagic). Also READ RACHAEL HALL'S STUFF. I MEAN IT. 'Flower Garden' is the most awesome thing ever.

Who are you on Thoughtcafe? I'm curious now…

Bex

DUDE!!!!!!!!! STUNTMAN SIGNED UP!!!!!!!!!!! **** YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway... Awesome ****, Poncho. I was gonna write down my favorite stanzas, but that would be pretty much the whole thing.

Post your **** on Thought Cafe, man.

The poem "Blue" is © 2003 Neil Hughes. Infringe that copyright (IE: Print in publication without giving credit or paying me, or claiming it is your own) and I sue you so hard it affects your physical condition.

"He holds freedom above cash. Why?
He doesn't want his life to just flash by.
He gets by on art and stashed rhymes."

"His life begged for something more."

"But he would not become what he deplored.
A man is not measured not by if he is knocked down,
but if he gets up from the floor.
He'd show them what real talent is good for."

"He was offered a chance for a real occupation.
The chance to tour this clear-channel owned nation.
Money would skyrocket in return for creativity's eradication."

Just a few of my favorite lines. This is awesome! I worship you for using actual vocabulary (hell, actual words!) in a rap. You've totally changed my opinion of rappers. And the whole thing had a great message. Make sure you don't let YOUR talent get lost in conformity. Excellent, excellent, excellent. I can't say it enough. Love, Jen.

wow! that was good, better than any of my stuff.

quote:

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A man is not measured not by if he is knocked down,
but if he gets up from the floor.
He'd show them what real talent is good for.

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these lines really spoke to me, they were really good. hell, the whole thing was good and you have a point with what you wrote. I also like the idea of "Blue" as a name.. heh, is that copywrited?

i like the color blue.

Dude! That was so frikin awesome...It makes me poop. Just kidding. Coach Sheppard is really gona like this!