Vault over my head
Blue and grey threads
Floating like ripples in sea
With a golden tint between
Encladed in hovering creeps
Flying to North, West and East
In the search if relishing feast
Soulful music in the scene
Chuck Cluck Chirp Grunt Coo and Bleats
This synchronity none could beat
Harmony composing perfect melody
Perfumed aura in scented dazy
Blushing up cheeks of dull lady
Sun rise high and belt up wise
Knot neck tie and dress up nice
Welcome bright daylight
Win the race of life
Lift up the satchel
Kick off the paddle
Bid good bye to gorgeous wife
Folded in kiss with warmth in eyes
Categories:
belt up, blue,
Form: Rhyme
4.30 cockerel crows,
Turn over back to sleep,
4.50 it crows again,
Cockerel is doing my head in,
It crows yet again,
May as well get up.
Sitting in the garden in the sun,
Cockerel still crowing at half past ten,
Blocking it out as best I can,
Stay sitting in the sun,
Crowing yet again.
Next morning 4am not again,
Cockadoodledoo it goes,
"Belt up" I yell closing the window,
Neighbours up in arms,
With lack of sleep,
Cockerel moved peace at last.
5am cockadoodledoo I give up.
Categories:
belt up, animal, bird,
Form: Free verse
Only one person he trusted with his virginal wife while he was on crusade.
It was his best friend Nicolas, who was a rather handsome blade.
He gave him the key to her elaborate shiny new chastity belt.
Sure that he would only use it if an emergency was dealt.
Nicolas was honored by King Henry’s admiration and trust.
He resolved to only use that key if an emergency was thrust.
The wearer of the belt was Queen Anne, a beautiful wife.
She gave him a come hither look, but he ignored it with strife.
Queen Anne was gorgeous, prettier each day, Nicolas had to admit.
She did not like that belt, it irritated her more than a bit.
Nicolas spent years with her, more delighted and enthralled each day.
He finally had to chip that damned chastity belt up and away.
When King Henry returned from the crusades so fine,
He had sons all over the kingdom, the newest made nine.
Henry was delighted with his sons; all strapping and true blue.
He was a bit light in the belfry, just between me and you….
Categories:
belt up, hilarious,
Form: Rhyme
Who needs a boost?
With endorphins you are always in the driving seat.
Belt up about clean bill!
Self love, self acceptance come in standard and
De Lux Editions, jewel case or soft pack
signed by the inner peace within.
Put those axons and dendrites to work.
Pump up those dormant alkalies asleep on the job.
Treat yourself well,
be your best health care plan,
be that one and only healer,
wave goodbye to doctors bills!
Categories:
belt up, care, character, deep, destiny,
Form: Prose Poetry
Belt up.
She was one of those old baby boomers
Who was constantly spreading false rumours
But she found all along
What she said was quite wrong
Now red faced, she stopped dropping her bloomers.
4/ 30/ 2017
Categories:
belt up, giggle,
Form: Limerick
Geez fella won’t you look at me,
I’ve got my best frock on.
My girdles tight, my bosom heaves
and I’m stuck here ‘til mornin’.
You’re welcome in this Rotgut bar,
but kid you heed my warnin’,
git rid that ol’ ten gallon hat,
and don’t you start no brawlin’.
Stop fumblin’ with Sally-Anne
she’s just a broke ol’ toy.
It’s my turn for a night of fun
So come o’er here cowboy.
Hang yer belt up on the door,
ignore the ol’ grave digger,
the whisky’s cheap and I am too,
So come on, squeeze my trigger.
Categories:
belt up, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Off to Kaduna my mind flies,
Off to Zaria my soul first alighted,
Gently ! Gently !! Gently !!!
Echoes the man behind the wheel.
He trudges on day-dreaming
Concerned not about our hues over cries
His pace was like that of a snoring bush pig.
We yawned , jawed but move up
Our faces full of displeasure
The Lagos lady banker took him up
As Alhaja and Alfas added flavour
Can he ever gear up even without bump?
Nothing changes his old leopard nature
I tried spice it up when I woke up
But to the face of him I met no favour
As he shrug off, and belt up
He returned to his snail-crawling seizure.
At the abysmal of his mind
He must be feigning fulfillment
Cat-walking at a speedometer of a tortoise
Fast like an archaic “Loko” train.
To the driver whose forehead reads . . .
And whose lips echoes endlessly
“Its better to be late than to be a late”
For a Life is duplicated not
Nothing is as sweet as cat walking
Snail-pacing in all sojourns.
Alayande Stephen. T
1.10am
21st ,July, 2006.
En-route my way to an NCP meeting in
Kaduna, the luxurious Marcopolo boarded
Merely cat walked all thorough.
Categories:
belt up, adventure, angst, life, people,
Form: Free verse