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The day poetry died,
I was ridin' high on cloud nine;
with four other feathers.
It seemed forever to complete endeavors
that equaled pit falls and failures.
My vision became better,
after long meetings and letters;
but the flow never mixed.
So I sat at the crib vixed and vexed,
cursed and hexed, because my dreams and bets
had fallen short.
So now I stand in my solitude
under silhouettes and shadows,
so low like criminals; so rude...
Never wanted to be that dude of destruction
cold cappin' and bustin',
but the whole journey
jacked me of somethin'.
I was robbed.
Robbed of righteous feelings and
elated emotion;
I used to think of peaceful waves
and cool crisp oceans.
But ever since I dived in
I've experienced sin and evil feelings.

So to relieve my chest I exhale and rest,
grab my pen and begin again:
I am not a poet, I am not a
deep thinking, cafe reading, mic holding, notebook toting
token of the American dream.
I don't see things in metaphors
and twelve foot deep phrases;
those self-righteous griots of present days will take you there.
But I don't care. Because poetry died;
my dream lied, and I became trapped in reality.
So much of a tragedy, I want to put it behind me--
no more a casualty, because I shall write no longer.

Every day I shall grow stronger against the stares and glares,
jeers, cheers, and slanted eyes.
Leaving the pen and pad behind, I shall climb
without my old friend, poetry

Clarence B. Barbee

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The following comments are for "Journey of a Spoken Word Artist"
by nabraska

Too Early Retirement
I hope you don't make good on your threat to cast away your pen and pad. This is good, damned good. You have the knack for flow, and rhythm and, which is more, non intrusive rhyme. I should very much like to see more from you.

Poetry never died my friend, but it has been on life support for close to 50 years now.

When poetry is resurected I honestly beleive that it will be to rap artists that the credit should fall. Ice Cube, Tupac and (wincing as I hand due to the devil) Eminim - to name far too few - were/are the vanguard of the new vitality. And I don't even really like rap.

Good work, please do more.

( Posted by: Enforced Bliss [Member] On: August 30, 2003 )

Damn good stuff here
You do have a knack for poetry. This is powerful on so many diffrent levels its simply amazing. Keep stuff like this coming

( Posted by: sub [Member] On: August 31, 2003 )

Well okay ...
I should have read this first Nabraska, this sings along, really great read, thanks, huni.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: August 29, 2004 )

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