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Columnist:
Stacey Tolbert
Damnyo
da "Genius chyld"
Damnyo
da "Genius chyld": is a
homegrown LA poet, that has accomplished lots in her poetry career. She
has had open mic venues and has produced numerous shows. Damnyo has
published work called " Trap'd". She is the hardest working poet
on the LA scene, always supporting poets and hosts; always ready to help a
fellow poet in need, especially touring poets; by booking them gigs. she
was also the slammaster/coach for the LA slam team. She does promotions
and booking for local poet's venues and for different businesses, such as
100.3 the beat. Damnyo does all this and still has time to push her own
work. She has performed in numerous venues all over
California
and conducts a youth poetry workshop at her local library. she is truly
the poet on the go Search the Web:
California
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Songs
for A Minor
When you really love someone,
you write them a poem.
This poem could be about anything,
from the BUTTERFLYZ you feel when we lock eyez,
or without you,
my heart is a CAGED BIRD.
I mean this poem has got to be deep!
Express all your passion,
even if YOU DON’T KNOW MY NAME,
but you will!
Because this poem will capture you,
like when you first meet your piano,
and you couldn’t keep your hands off of it.
It so simple,
I know you see it!
Your long lingering conversations with me give me HEARTBURN,
when I know,
you don’t know.
So here I am writing this poem,
because I want to slay your DRAGON DAYS and scare away you’re TROUBLES,
but that’s just me,
caring too much,
like making you chicken soup from scratch for your weary soul.
It burns holes in me,
to know there is something wrong with you,
even if it’s KARMA.
I’ll go back in time,
just to pay off your spiritual debts,
so you won’t ever have that problem again.
I WANT TO ROCK WITH YOU,
even if we got to rock as friends,
and I’m cool with that,
long as I’m in your heart writing you poems,
such as this.
I’m there like………
like your DIARY,
faithful,
never-telling,
keeping things between us.
Because I NEVER FELT THIS WAY,
and I never wrote this way,
left-handed,
straight up & down,
right from left,
in haikus,
about the life of HARLEM’S NOCTURNE,
Harlem’s special renaissance,
Harlem’s finest,
that’s got me FALLIN from every move,
every flow,
every single word,
that is lucky to come across your tender lips,
blessing every language you speak.
This is why I write poems.
For you to recite them,
for me to feel closer to you when you do.
Because if I AIN’T GOT YOU,
then that’s life without my pen,
and that’s not living!
So if that’s the case,
we might as well say GOODBYE,
because I’m not MR. MAN and I ain’t like JANE DOE,
I’m different!
Like sleeping in on a Sunday with nothing but a good book in mind,
and this is the part of the poem,
where I’m FEELING U, FEELING ME,
because I got you wondering the outcome like a good Hitchcock flick.
And I know you not down,
but IF I WAS YOUR WOMAN and you was my GIRLFRIEND,
you would do more than,
walk by,
you stay for chai and a whole lot of poetry,
written at your site,
putting together simple little metaphors to keep you searching for more of
this, this, this, this POETRY!
so real,
it has no pages,
it has no endings,
like my love for you.
I want to SLOW DOWN the day and prolong the night,
because 24 hours is never enough with you,
and if I was bless with a 25th,
I’d name it after you,
and I would make apparel sacrifices in you presence.
But I must WAKE UP,
because these fantasies are just fantasies,
praying to become realities,
like Pinocchio.
When you got me sitting here,
wondering,
HOW COME YOU DON’T CALL ME?
When I gave yo peoples my number.
Because you’re the epitome of a WOMAN’S WORTH,
praying every night,
you don’t fall in the arms of some SANSONITE MAN,
a professional heartbreaker,
but who am I?
Just think of me,
as the pages of your DIARY,
just think of me,
as the keys of your piano,
just think of me,
as a reflection of your gift,
and I thank you.
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