An Ode to Rap
by John Bushore
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This is the first poem I ever posted on the web and the 2nd serious poems I ever wrote. Written in true sonnet form, it caused quite a stir in 2002.
An Ode to Rap
They can't be bothered with grammar or phonics;
ain't nothin' wrong with talkin' ebonics.
They word up a rap, monophonic
to music nowheres near harmonic.
Some play da gangsta, act demonic,
show off a gun and break sardonic.
Their fans won't think that they're moronic
'cuz most of 'em are catatonic.
Most got no talent and it's ironic
that they get rich off their histrionics.
I'm sure the world will never hear
a rap that comes remotely near
to a metered line, crisp and clear,
that holds the English language dear.
A poet elicits a sigh, a tear,
or a thought to cherish and revere.
A lilting verse that brings you cheer
when read aloud to please the ear,
or the little jest that you see here,
a poem is a gift, sincere.
The differences between a rap and a poem?
They're obvious but some don't know 'em.
Rapping is talking with rhyme, not reason,
but words have souls and the poet frees 'em.
An Ode to Rap was selected by Poem Kingdom - an
internet poetry forum - as the "Spotlight Poem"
for February, 2002.
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|Reviewed by Jerelyn Craden
|Yay-ess. And .. fabulous last line.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|If art is a reflection of the soul of the society, then this form reflects a deep and abiding spiritual sickness that has gripped this world.
A good write, and right on too ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg