Hildalicious Party Time!

[Hilda Rumambi]

Yeah…


:seeya:Me, to the H, to the I, to the L to the D to the A, go to L-I-C-I-O-U-S


Let me tell you


How promicious I am


How you got vicious to my words


and


If you go suspicious to this rhythm


Brings your mind to the fictitious


Yeaaaah…


Me, to the H, to the I, to the L to the D to the A, go to L-I-C-I-O-U-S


As you may be furious of


Because I am going my way to the nervious tonight


Will make you curiuos


Will make you bang bang


Will make you bang bang to the rock rock


Will make you headache in the back bang bang


And so I put you on the cross-world words


Hoooraaaaaaaayyyyy!:hurray:


me@

the H-I-L-D-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S party time

:party:


(…..beat the rhythm on rap.mode.on, guys…:ladysman:)

[hillwalker]

Like rap it rhymes - I can't find anything else positive to say about this I'm afraid.

And as for all the emoticons - they suggest you don't think the piece is good enough to stand on its own without decoration...

Having said that, if there was a killer tune to go with it who cares about the words anyway?

H

[tailor STATELY]

Lol. Playful little ditty not unlike a school cheer. The first typo unveils a subtext of intoxicating lightness. Interesting.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Delta40]

lol. I can only imagine this as some cheerleader song which sounds like harmless fun but not poetic. G goes with the O to Go Hilda!

[Hilda Rumambi]

thank you guys for the nice comments here....
I just wonder, what do you think about contemporary poetry?
I still think this also a poem like a contemporary form..
why bother about the rhyme, rhythm or structure in one poem...to make the poem cute, nice? or just make it because its flows from the heart, because it is our lyric, our life lines...?

[hillwalker]

It is a poem if you decide to call it a poem because it fits in with the tradition of spoken language where rhyme and rhythm were applied to stories to aid the memory of the 'performer' as much as anything. This was often the only way 'ballads' or 'sagas' could be handed down - by word of mouth - since writing was still a rare skill.

And I'm also pleased you realise that poetry doesn't have to have rhyme or rhythm to make it work.

Do I enjoy this kind of poetry? Err, no. Not really. Mainly because if you try to read it as a rap it tends to break down rather quickly into a series of sound effects. But at least you've given us something original to get to grips with.

H

[Haunted]

Looks a lot like a Shoebox greeting card. Definitely worth my 99¢.