Legends in Verse

By Ralph B. Cooper

Legends in Verse are stories told poetically.  Life is  full of rhythms and rhymes captured in distinctive moments in time.  These are stories told creatively, with moral, rhyme, reason and filled with social commentary that adds to the spice that is apparent in our lives lived.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ralph B. Cooper (aka 2b2b2)
• Release date: Nov 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393668770

Ralph B. Cooper

My name is Ralph B. Cooper, I started writing poems on various online social media groups and poetry sites.  My poetry name is 2b2b2, which can mean to be; to become or just being.  The #2 and the letter "B" are my favorite number and letter and that is basically the origin of my poetic name. My writes mostly focus on humanity and the chronicles of the human experience, good, bad and all that comes between.

Book preview

MY EXPRESSWAY

Take a ride with me, I am cruising literally

As I express my mind in ways and movements

Cross Bronx Expressions of Writes of Way

Highlighting places and tracing transfigurations

Tri-borough lacings of passages in destinations

Spending time in toll lines regulating fare signs

Acousting minds as I rewind in leisure seating

Peeping sweeping insights reflecting off smoked glass mirrors

Tinting views of ‘hoods once ran through, non-stopping

I-95 my mind down southeastern corridors in delivery

Products are placed in stash encasements, never found

Locked in mindful of camouflaging mental telepathy

Travelling on violence strewn MLK boulevards cross-country

Seeing sanity in simile in other heads feeling me coming

This write is my drive of expressing poetic trafficking

Stopped several times for not following signs regulating

Producing license revocation and spending nights in bars

Writing songs of stranded, no car service catching locations

Or maybe it was me with a hand in coat pocket bulging

Projecting danger in front ot Pink to Red Fern housing

Cab jumping as way of transportation to and from parties

Infamously wheeling and peeling out of sight, from blue and whites

Burning rubbers form Staten Island to the North Shore of Long Island

Blasting jazz for family, r&b and oldies for granny, from woof-fers

Alpine scoping, hip-hop windows opened, no matter weather coming or going

Maintaining distances of automatic lengths from stick shifting syntax

Drive with me or ride along as I trip off my expressing way of poetry

Flowers on a stem BEHIND BARS

Glimpses locked into prisms

Shades shielding schisms

Cells lock rocking rhythm sets

Hearts pumping hype for this life

Rights opposing left circuits passing thru

So, day is night and night are day for some

Depending on what sidetracks, run on time

The man, the plan, your fam, your God, rules

Tools behind glasses, broken only in emergencies

Mercy is hailed in grace, for those to slow to show

While the multi-faceted are checked for overdosing

Self-imposed passive aggressive aggrandizing misery

Mystery shrouds eyes on the lookout for bad faith

parties

Tearing the roof off the next sucker, for tearing roofs

off mothers

Meanwhile running wild and up and in the next baby

2b’ mamas

Leaving bad feelings that marinate and saturate into being in feelings!

Looking down your nose on wind flows,

perceiving instead of sensing

Commenting on half past judgments of currency

worthless as two cents

Pennies for thought been sold and re-told

by cables controlling circuitry

Blockbusters rediscovered as the same old jazz

tunes in memes covered

Even when both eyes close, images expose true flows  

Blind to the facts,

does not necessarily mean I'm not in the know

For sure as eternal connections run,

rule and manifest within these confines

Is my divine assurance that I may breakout of

imprisonment at anytime

MEL & ‘NEM

aka (Melanin)....

Another Brother Diaspora Come Up Story

Mel and ‘Nem, family jewels, from way back days when Never lost to some, except in Yakub, the jeweler, conjuring pseudo algorithms  Tools implanted by tattoos as rubber stamps on bullets Damp selling, dat piff on stoops, weighting for dispensaries to open

Mel and ‘Nem, stays scalded, from patty rollers, after burners on corners

Catching trains of thoughts to ‘da-deuce, riding up and down on metaphors in transit

Blocks be hot, so they draped projects in ice, to hide the burn from cook up

Marrying our daughters to go father with our sons undercover

Bangs curl on lace fronts, as Knights look up to blue and red curbside pickups

Mel and ‘Nem, tried not to fiend on them junkie dreams during that dome come up

Pushing wax back to squeegee them oil flows into neon signs of Aarabs’ bodega lit arrows

Jars and bars stay open, after hours, plated bullet proof glass home shopping

Sneaker boxed’ on the down low, can’t let your family know that you are hoping

Chopped cheese to catch up, without snitching or cuffing  mustard when peppered

Mel and ‘Nem, left the hood on, then they passed thru local exams to go  on to state regions

Legends on walls of 8-balls, as candles kept light on for the followers to see through them holes

Never been told, truth too old, the walls were re-purposed as gentrified farmer markets for coping

‘Cept  the  block  is  gone,  as  old  heads,  gave  away  gems  to  tour  and  bussed in spectators fancy

Worn

Reviews for Legends in Verse

[jolaun3hunter · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Legends in Verse is a moving and profound body of work! I highly recommend it to anyone that enjoys poetry and engaging storytelling.