Writer's BlockA Poem by Troy Baham Jr.influenced by LiLi and Xtremegentleman
I left Writer’s Block And went walking down I took a left on And my ears were bombarded with sound bombs Each voice launching a different missile Aimed at my earlobes I couldn’t cross So I stood in place and stared at the Inspiration Institute Men and women of all types and ages walked in a melancholy line Just to enter the building Some exited through the windows of the upper stories And others scrambled through the back door Stumbling home with manuscripts Held tightly in ink stained hands The traffic book opened and I resumed my journey I was reminded that it was Minstrel Month Once I passed Charming performers singing sweet ballads to the young lasses Hoping for free ale and a place to spend the night How romantic! Finally I reached my destination Poetry Place was right around the corner Just a figure of speech of course For I still had to cross the tracks That the Train of Thought always rolls through It’s amusing watching the wheels leave the tracks Leaving in its wake, wreckage comprised of organized confusion Ah Poetry Place I’ve reached you at last All the poets were reciting and the slammers were slamming I pity the poor notebooks thrown on the floor Slamming tends to be such an exciting affair I took a seat next to my Muse And as I embraced her I saw the other eight frown in jealous disapproval What would Zeus say if he knew the way we mortals use his daughters? After a severe bout of inspiration (No contraception required, for how else does one give birth to ideas?) I decided to exhale my art With the taste of the Muse still on my lips © 2008 Troy Baham Jr.Reviews
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Added on July 16, 2008AuthorTroy Baham Jr.New Orleans, LAAboutOk I'm an eighteen-year-old heart throb lookin for a good time. I'm from New Orleans which automatically makes me a marketable item and I write a lot of rap lyrics. I'm suprised you actually read this.. more..Writing
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