YELLOW KICKS
Damien J. McKnight MD 1966 (Freeport,NY)
October 23Yellow Kicks
Once upon The Truth
there can be no floor no roof.
The wide open spaces of new souls
new faces
That's where we wanna wallow and wander
Till the tip tip tippy glow of dusk
till the nadir of Dawn.
She’s exclaimed at camels
clubbin with Kayla,
She speaks to strings
like birds speak to wings,
Like we speak to kings.
Her presence
her sound swiftly triggers
an instant wide eyed
pizza pie sized sublime smize.
She treks earth from quest to quest-tion,
Planting precious ear worms
backin’ Rappers, RnB'ers, Spokenworders
Sinfonietta-ers
and best of all fronting D.J. Violin
ALL HERS.
Post gig she sun soaking
in The Dry Tortugas
Tentin with her ride or die
AKA Kai.
Since Grover showed her Itzhak when she was three
she kept at the TRY UNTIL SHE FLY
Incredibly successfully.
Then BAM she busts her own GRAMMY, (now I got a pause here cuz I want to be clear. that’s G-R-A-M-M-Y. I don’t want y’all thinking she beat down her own sweet frail grandmother)
then she tourin with Full on Forces of Nature, Tarrey n Sir J.IVY.
Maybe somewhere along the way she struggled n wondered why?
But at no point she ever toast
w/o lockin eye 2 eye!
All while Quenching with UnCommon Long Beach.
Once again upon The Truth
her bow bursts into beauteous breathtakin speech.
Riding “The Life Wave” is her unstoppable more than possible mission.
Loved to have met her sooner
Is all
I be
wishin’
About this poem
New love!
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Written on September 14, 2023
Submitted by damien_1 on October 25, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCXDXE XXFFFXGXC EXCGXG XCHHIHIDB HXHJAJ XD XIE |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,430 |
Words | 285 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 9, 6, 9, 6, 2, 3 |
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