R.I.P MITCH

R.I.P MITCH

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On the 23rd of May 3 years ago tomorrow my first cousin passed away, this is the poem I recited at his funeral.

R.I.P. MITCH

Memories will always be remembered,
They will always be stored in the mind,
Even when we are down on them bad days,
Our memories will be there to find.

Its mad how things change,
So many years have passed,
Just yesterday we were winding up Nan,
The time has gone too so fast.

You always said really long words,
Because you were so clever,
I had to carry a dictionary around,
Whenever we were together.

At Susan’s fancy dress party,
We were there with a wicked grin,
While Mitch pinched Nan Zena’s sausages,
I was taking Gordons Gin.

On Nan and Grandads Anniversary,
Singing, out loud too Bon Jovi.
Up in my room was me, Mitch and Sophie,
Along with Aimee, Tom, Alex and Jodi.

In front of my mirror,
The girl’s danced all night,
Mitch and I wanted to scarper,
They gave us a fright.

Not seen much of you these past few years,
We have only spoke online,
But all of these memories I have of you,
They are always going to be mine.

Like at my fathers Birthday,
They thought us playing wouldn’t be a hassle,
That all quickly changed,
When we fell off the bouncy castle.

All them weekends down Grandads caravan,
Having barbecues in the sun,
Stealing the adults WKD,
Then chilling having fun.

We are going to miss you so much,
Me, The family and all your friends too,
As a cousin I really feel blessed,
To have a guardian angel like you.

Thanks for everything Mitch,
The world couldn’t of been graced with a nicer guy,
So from everyone here today,
Goodbye.

R.I.P Mitch
By Corey Booth – Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

New On The Scene

Background Of The Freestyle

This is a freestyle I wrote a long time ago when i first started rhyming. I thought I should upload it because it involves some good wordplay and metaphors. Its a lot different to my recent work but i hope it still interests you.
I hope you all enjoy 🙂

New On The Scene

People start knowing,
There lyrics are like the waves, their flowing,
Because im going in harder than an olympian rowing,
This aint just a poem,
This is a Clown with a talent he’s finally showing,
Kept quiet since 1991,
But now he’s blowing stuff apart like a Gatling Gun,
New on the scene,
Constructing he’s been,
Just like a transformer he’s a machine,
He’ll mentally tear out your heart then rip you apart,
Infect your brain then drive you insane,
Now he’s in his element,
The destruction is evident,
Who you are is irrelevant,
He’ll take on you and your whole regiment,
Going down for theft because he’s stealing the show,
No haters left they all drown in this flow,
His verbal brakes are faulty,
So there’s no stopping,
No stopping these lyrics he continues dropping,
He’s like the Terminator he always comes back,
No where to hide everyone’s under attack,
Because there’s no escaping,
His verbal raping,
Clowns finally prevailing,
Only the best remaining,
He’s finally out of that abyss,
Narrowed from that gorge,
Climbed out of that pit,
And will no longer be ignored,
Here to destroy all the traitors and his haters,
To make a point to all the strangers and his neighbours,
That hes broke through the barricade,
Theres no longer an obstruction,
This is not a serenade,
This is just destruction,
Cause what you see if what you get,
He’ll put you out like a cigarette,
A walking talking nicorette,
Verbal carnage you will never forget!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 🙂

Jack In The Box

Jack In The Box

My names Corey not Jack,
So why am I trapped in this box?
It feels like the clocks have stopped,
And im locked in this hell,
Imprisoned in this cell,
No matter how loud I yell,
I will never get saved,
Still being enslaved,
Defenceless and trapped,
Senseless and strapped,
Unable to adapt,
To this everyday strain,
To this everyday pain,
To this everyday drain,
My life’s starting to decay,
I wish I was a Bird Of Prey,
So I could just fly away,
Everyday I pray,
But I never get assistance,
Helps keeping its distance,
Whats the point in existence,
When you got next to none resistance?
No there’s no point,
All I seem to do in life is disappoint,
Which is making me frustrated and deflated,
God im asking you why am I so hated?
I’m irritated,
I want to get out of this pit,
Its driving me insane,
I want to commit self harm,
I’ve sounded the alarm,
Someone come before I slice below my palm,
With a blade,
This is not a masquerade,
God I feel betrayed,
With this life you have gave me and displayed,
I’m depressed and afraid,
But I know suicide is not the way,
It would be ungrateful to take my life away,
So please just say,
That you are giving back my soul,
Giving back control,
And from now on my life wont be bad at all,
That’s all I desire and require,
As soon as you give that back,
My life will be back on track,
That’s all I ask,
So God please give me the keys,
To free me from this disease,
My life’s tough and rough,
So God please ive suffered enough…..

By Corey Booth 23/11/11

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

It’s that time of the year,
The clocks go back,
By 6 o’clock at night,
The streets are filled with black,
The 31st of October, better known as Halloween,
When the dead roam the streets,
It isn’t a scary dream,
Some think it’s fun,
But not anymore,
Cause there’s a clown on the run,
That is scarier than Saw,
He could be knocking on your door,
But you won’t know its him,
Hiding behind his gruesome mask.
With a vicious evil grin,
Ever seen the film the ring?
Well that’s got shit on him,
He’ll rip you limb from limb,
Then chuck you in a bin,
He’s a predator that walks alone,
Everyone one day a year he increases his death toll,
He’s in a mental zone,
And for one day a year that will stay,
Silently prowling around waiting for his prey,
He’s fearless.
He’ll put a blade right through Ya,
Light you on fire and make you look like Freddie Kruger,
If you see dead people,
Then he’s the 6th sense,
That will butcher anyone,
From children to their parents,
If you bump into him,
You will be left in a world full of hurt,
Savagely attacked,
Then buried in the dirt,
Striking at night like a vampire,
Plans he’s perfected they never backfire,
From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
He’s the Child Catcher,
But a lot more evil,
Cause he’s a Pain Dispatcher,
Count Dracula,
Would be too scared to get involved,
He’s pure evil,
Over the years his skills have evolved,
He’s caused bag full’s of carnage,
Worse than the Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
Don’t ever fight back,
That fuel just makes him angrier,
He can infect your brain,
Make you believe there’s spiders all over ya,
Scare you to the death,
This brings a whole new meaning to arachnophobia,
With supernatural strength,
Werewolf like Claws,
He can end a life in seconds,
And withdraw without a pause,
Now he’s in your brain,
You best call an exorcist,
Before you feel the pain,
Of someone who might not even exist,
So you decide if you want to go out this Halloween,
If you die it’s on your own head,
Things may be as real as they seem,
This is the real Dawn Of The Dead……….

A Poem By Corey Booth 28/10/11 🙂

Betrayal

Background Of The Freestyle/Rhyme/Rap/Poem

The reason behind this rhyme is that i used to have a friend who always gave me
abuse for being in a relationship just because he could never get one of his
own, id have the usual insults like “loved up fool” and “whipped mess” but that
didn’t really bother me. Then after i split with my ex girlfriend he decided to
become friends with her and ditch me in an attempt to get into her knickers!
When this attempt failed he tried running back to me, well this clown doesn’t
associate with backstabbers 😉

Betrayal

When I’m loved I’m up,
Up out of bed getting whipped,
The whip is hard I’m out of bounds,
Above the ground but under the thumb,
Not dumb,
In a relationship, the ship is never sinking,
No point thinking,
It’s not gonna happen, crazy pattern,
Which you don’t like, get on your bike,
You have had your say, cycle away,
You just don’t like to see me happy,
Now im angry,
But your jealous, now good friendless,
Just a lonely person who needs to get laid,
like a middle aged woman with no man and no toys to play,
You could play with your xbox,
According to you my ex rocks,
Well you couldn’t be more wrong,
Then again two wrongs may make a right,
Both bad on my sight,
So i suggest you have a Muller Light instead of a kebab tonight,
Just some advice, I suggest you take it,
Making me irritated, Not anymore are you needed,
The only thing you need is a beating,
Like a heart, I hope it attacks, Fatal if that,
And if that happens I’m going to smile,
Cause the word on the street Karma’s been waiting for a while,
Now your fucked, outa luck,
I don’t care, Go over there,
Outa my face, As a friend your a disgrace,
Disgusting,
Your the worst thing i’ve ever put my trust in,
I engraved it into you like you were my diary,
Then over that little slag you had to lie to me,
Do the sly to me,
Your never going to be forgiven,
Now its time for me to relax,
Ive just ripped up our friendship like its a piece of paper,
So cry me a river and go and drown yourself in it later!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 25/10/11 🙂

Left With Tina Turners Album

Background on this poem/freestyle/rhyme

I woke up this morning and thought it would be a good idea if i tried to make a freestyle poem before i had even left my bed to see if it would make my brain function better throughout the day and make the poetry i write later on that bit better! I woke up in a funny mood so this is more of a comedy freestyle, so don’t get offended by anything it’s just some fun, this is wrote down with no changes it’s exactly how it came out of my little clown brain 😀

Left With Tina Turners Album

This rhyme has not got a meaning,
Like a woman, stick to the cleaning,
Screaming, like I’m on a roller coaster,
Or little girls seeing a Justin Bieber poster,
If your big I’ll toast ya,
If you’re a chicken I’ll roast ya,
Then ill feed you to my kittens,
They have cold paws, can’t find their mittens,
Good riddance, Gadaffi’s dead,
Found him in a tube, he made his own bed,
I enter a tube with lube,
I don’t want to be crude its rude,
Like running into a care home nude,
So I get naked,
Then get a kitten and shake it,
Irritate it,
Find a blackboard and with my finger nails scrape it,
Damn, now my middle nail I have injured it,
Disfigured it,
It’s now an emergency,
Really needing a shit adds to the urgency
So I found a donkey who gave me surgery,
Then he kicked me in the face and nicked my phone, burglary,
So I lay on the floor and nearly got hit by a woman driver,
She got out and said “Ouch you look sore, you’re lucky to be a survivor,”
She offered to take me home, I had to guide her,
I whispered in her ear that I wanted to divide her,
She went crazy, scarier than a spider,
Rammed lip-gloss in my mouth and stabbed me with her eye liner,
Called me a disgrace then chucked me out of the car and spat in my face,
There was me thinking she thought I was handsome,
Left me there clutching to her Tina Turner album,
Remember Donkeys are a phantom,
This freestyle has been a lot more than random =/

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 21/10/11 🙂

Trapped

Trapped

In my life now I’m in a dark murky place,
There seems to be no way out of this bleak confined space,
I’ve tried so hard to get over this hurdle,
My mind is scarred and my body is hurtful,
I’m not to blame for this mental tragedy,
Not much keeping me sane, people causing catastrophe,
Without these people my life would be splendid,
I want it to be peaceful, like God intended,
A horrible feeling of worry, pressure and hassle,
Life’s deplorable, I wish I was the king of my own castle,
This is an emotion that is just attached to my heart,
Hanging down from upon it, like it’s a piece of art,
The problem with this art is its dingy and black,
Tearing me apart, my brains under attack,
I feel helpless, someone move the obstruction,
leaving me breathless, This is basically abduction,
Hopefully my strength will get me through this torment,
Happiness at length,  just a part of life, an evil segment,
So the challenge is to break through this barricade,
So I’m going to charge forward and blow it up like a hand grenade,
People who relate to this you need to find your voice,
Don’t await bliss, but if you do that’s your choice…

A Poem By Corey Booth 20/10/11 🙂