Seriously...did Vanchau, not declare a Winner last night...?

iam4u HAS MY VOTE!

this game is not over,we are still playin',
you may say I'm th fool,but here I'm sayin'
you can call me a jerk,as this is your plesure,
you know not of my size,nor of my mesure,
to sit and say this,is just foolish speak,
go back to th alley,and sniff some more tweak,
you cannot insult me,for you have no clue,
is this all you have,this,oh BOO,HOO,HOO???
take yer place,at th back of th line,
you lose this round,my mind is just fine,
and Ms."Txs"not for you to vote,
and you would know this,if you had read my quote,
we asked this,of "Vanchau",to please be our judge,
hoping for truth,not yours to fudge,
to all th other poets,and critics alike,
crown me whatever,or not if you like,
for I come to rhyme,I'll say one more time,
that I do not hate,you only castigate,
look this one up,so you will know,
I'll sit back and wait,more feelings to grow,
for this is my art,as all you can see,
so get off my butt,and leave me be,
if you wish to feel it,just reveal it,
sit and write,your poems with delite...

If I were to die
tonight I would
die a happy man
in your arms, swept
up in the knowledge
that we love each other.
Lover, I would declare
before the heavens that
you are my angel. God
himself knows you
hold my heart.

you tell a good poem,yes,you must know it,
for in your heart,you are a good poet,
you have respect from me,you give my soul glee,
you allow us to feel it,and you do reveal it,
stay in this rhyme,feel it more this time,
the poems you wrote,have many a good quote,
please stay the pen,untill we meet again,
on these pages,you have earned your wages...

YOU JUST KEEP TRYING AND TRYING
AND YOU HAVE EVERYONE CRYING AND CRYING
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE SATISFIED
WHEN GOD TELLS YOU, 'YOU DIED'
BOY TAKE ALL YOUR SHOTS
YOUR MENTALITY IS THAT OF TOTS
IM THE ONLY ONE HERE TO PROVE THE CROWN
YOU NEED TO BE IN THAT CIRCUS, AS THE CLOWN
PEOPLE WILL READ AND NOT UNDERSTAND
YOU,YOU BACK AND FORTH, LIKE A RUBBERBAND
IF IT WAS YOUR WIFE I NEED
I'D JUST WAIT FOR THE HOGS TO FEED
YOU CALLED ME I DID'NT CALL YOU
NOW DECLARE ME BEST SO YOU CAN REST
DUEL ME THIS WITH IMAGINARY LINES
CAUSE YA CHOKE-N AND SHOWING ALL THE SIGNS
YOUR TOOTH-PIC DONE GOT LIT WITH A BIC
AND EVERYONE HERE TOLD-ME IM THIER PIC?

Oh mighty horse dick/You hero to us all
God knows you're the poetry king,one who never falls
I for you and you for me and we for we,holy shit thats amazing
man you speak the words of power,this community has been craving
And to think that beneath your tree,a revelation you would envision
saying now my son the time has come behold a poetic mission
Heed this sign theres much to bring-all hail the angels sing
to heal us with your mighty words..behold the king of kings.

I second JT's emotion.

No winners only....writers..WILL
Unless of course you want to choose..Ontario..WILL

I have not chimed in becuase this is more like an emenim movie than
poetry..A yo momma contest o fhigher intellect no doubt but still
entertaining..Maybe i will try evetually..But i woould like to see more
poems and less rap insults. not that they werent really good almost
inspired...But think what you could write if you put this enrgy into
something else..DEVILS ADVOCATE WILL

good movie Will

Michael, as you sit under yer tree.
With only the birds and the bees.
You're only thoughts are of smoking grass.
In you I have seen a total ass.
You sit and dwell upon the past.
When will you every learn at last.
That you did not start this post.
You seem to think you should win at all cost.
It is your mission to wear that crown.
You think you are the best all around.
Listen to these words of mine.
For you are losing one more time.
So sit there and roll yer joint, give it a lick.
For I still stand my ground on the one that I pick!

Txs lol good 1

this is not up to me,but we,
I speak of we as a community,WE,US,YOU,NOT ME,US ALL,WE,
THE COMMUNITY!
so instead of hackin',with your jaw still slackin',
about how BIG or,what she sees,
but to be just hackin',,,just isn't poetry indeeds,
th' LADIES are RIGHT,we take it too light,
when th' men just get weak in th knees,
for when they look into our eyes,
and they give us big sighs,
we ALL start playin'with our weenies,
'tis what poetry's about,
th'feelin' ya get, when ya get weak in th knees,

'tis what poems are about,
it's why we'er givin' this shout!
let's hear from th' GIRLS,
and see what twirls,PLEASE,
please see what makes us weak in th' knees?

WELL, Hey! Let's ask,if they'll take th' task,
write ladies rights,give us yer pretty poems please,

cause we've heard enough,of gruff and huff,
PLEASE MAKE US WEAK IN TH' KNEES!!!................M.

if we are all still here to speak
ive got to go to work and sneak
will be back by morning light
hope ya all catch my flight?

becarefull and dont work to hard

this much is true, "Iam4U",you gave good fight,
please heare me right,we needs naught fight,
we have no rights,we ask Ladies, write ladies right,
to please make us weak in th' knees,
I only try for th crown,if I must clown,
so be it if you please,if I'm th clown,then so be it,
but please Ladies PLEASE,please make us weak in th' knees!

How much blood must spill before you cease these words of steel
No one asked you go on and on...look here comes the dawn.
You almost poets have had quite a thrill... but please consider
your writing is fit to kill, so before I go I must let you know
that this is the end of the show...!

not bad Ontario...Keep trying :D WILL

Trying what...I got that off the back of a Beer Can...!