Best Allover Poems
Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~
Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be here this year.
It doesn' t matter too much,
because I don't have a chimney or a holly tree to leave the presents.
I'm strolling with my friend,
a bullfinch that joined me
scared and injured.
I named him "Rocky" because he is strong.
Now he can fly and go,
I wish I was him and I could fly too.
But Rocky doesn't want to leave me, he stays on my arm.
On one hand, I'm sad for him,
but on the other hand I'm happy to have him with me.
Am I selfish?, maybe yes.
Tonight we found a refuge
to stay in. We both have mixed feelings, we both are scratching, we both wonder if God forgot about us.
We only have a pretzel to share for eating and making it last as much as we can.
We try to sleep with the noise,
I did it for a while, my dear friend is huddle to me.
When I opened my eyes, a soldier was in front of us,
he smiled to me, I didn't know what was happening, he just hug me and took us from the refuge.
He talked to me quietly and explained where I was going to go.
Really?- I was jumping allover with my "Rocky".
My dear Rocky, we both go to another country. I have feelings encountered, but It's the hopeful door to take.
That soldier is taking us to the airport, he brought lots of pretzles for us to eat and many other gifts we didn't expected.
My dear "Rocky" will we have wings enough to be happy?
You say yes and so do I,
We have an open door to go out from the worst, we will fly for freedom.
I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food,
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz
Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free
If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable
Yesterday
I'm afraid to say
I spilled a plate of Ruby curry
Allover my computer
And now it's sadly dead
I was so upset with myself I went to bed
I cleaned it the best I coold
But still also it was' no good
Now I have to have it repaired
Good job I have computer on my TV
I fell so silly
Curry and computers don't mix
Don't TRy it at home
Or it will cost a lot to fix.
Anyone want to buy a computer cheap?.
RIP Ethel.
Peter Dome copyright 2914.Aug.
It was a long back time,
with a little sunshine in my life!
It was a party night,
Allover glittering with a light.
You caught my sight ,
Which made me to feel so bright.
But that night after the party,
I was mesmerizing the moments we spent,
And the moves you taught ;
Yeah!! I felt you were pretty naughty.
It was a long back time
with a little sunshine in my life!
When you were on your knees with pink flowers
down the lane, Waiting for me!!!
In that drizzling cold night you hugged me really tight!!
I dont know why didn't I fight?
Your eyes were so charming such that ,
I couldn't stop myself gazing at you.
I was shivering with a fear,
What's going to happen next??
Of course I got the best !!!
You were my Prince .
You are my sunshine for rest of my life.
I Will Smile
I smile, to dispense out the rage in my soggy heart!
Most folks smile, if they're dwelling in cloud nine.
I will smile, when I get that kiss from my child hood crush,
Like Bow Wow did from Tyra Banks.
Queen Elizabeth's kiss on my cheek will spark a radiant smile on my phiz!
Elegant, brief and delicious dreams tender smiles on my phiz.
A prior romantic night, will glow up my smiles, this is evident during the break of dawn.
If I ever fish out million-dollar woman, I will smile at the end of the day.
For a chitchat with Kanye, I will smile.
When I get to transcribe Rap lyrics for Jay-Z, I will smile.
Imagine me on the same comedy show with Kevin Hart,
What a diamond smile I would compose.
Writing screenplays with Leonardo Dicaprio and Nicholas Cage, why wouldn't I smile?
Ah yah! Oh yeah! Not forgetting lunch with Obama-
What a glowing smile I will tattoo.
Okay! I studied from Makerere University,
The best University in East Africa and the fourth in Africa,
Let alone, I have the happiest smile so far.
When I flicker to Trance and Digital Daggers music,
The hidden companion smile, is transcribed allover me.
Let's float through Def. Jam Records with Russell Simmons,
Where I would love to record an audio anthology some day,
Russell heed to my dream, because I want to smile.
Let alone, working with ColdPlay, their lyrics always drill smiles into me.
In the end I'm with Linkin Park.
Let my confessions be by my side,
And my phiz will smile eternally.
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T.m.T scripts
Translation below
Valse des morts
Je valse
Je valse, valse, valse
le journée, la nuit
Le long des rues
Le long de la rivière
Je valse jusqu'à ce que je ressens la douleur
partout, partout, sur moi
la pluie tombe sur ma douleur
Je murmure doucement
Tourner dans le vide
Je valse , mais pourquoi
Je ne peux danser
Je ne peux danser
mes jambes lourdes
Mon cœur dit non
Je ne peux danser
Donc, je valse
à ma mort
Translation
I waltz
I waltz, waltz waltz
All the day and all the night
Along the streets
By the river
I waltz until I feel the pain
All over, all over , allover
the rain falls on the pain
softly I whisper
I turn into the void
I waltz and you know why?
I can not dance
I can not dance
my legs are in irons
My heart says no
I can not dance
So I waltz
To my death
ooh! wee!
I've gotsta gets
up and pee
it is the late night's
wee, wee!
i gotsta go and pee-e
can't hold it in
it about to
blow in thee wind
can't hold it back
its about to be
a late night
warm water attack
so grab it
by the swizzle stick
now home it up
and hold it in
till you reach
the late night
watering bin
your inner teeny, weeny
is calling out
to your
inner walls
can fight it
so, off you run
run Forrest run
can't let it out
can't give up
it about
to spray
allover the walls
with your eye
half way shout
your running
like a slow
moving
Three-Toed Sloth
lost in the dark
but you can't
stop now
no! don't give up
emiction is just
a step away
and now weeing
is a look of
satisfaction on your face
aka: lyricvixen
Friday, January 3, 2020
This is a scent that never loses its smell its elements the rooms soothness and massage your mind she is called Candle Wax she lites the wax scentful. She lites up me desireable inspirational of her sexually tropical endless smell of erotic exposure that deorderize my sex drive completely to the highest exploration with a smell that lives the mood so graciously as the smell lingers the ozone of the rooms atomsphere that wax may massage mind of desire and body language that she expresses with a scent that boldges together as she clings to the smell that is so irresitable to let go and seizs it off with a vaginic smell of dice pineapples that tastes so delightful and delicates oh so magnificently to disquished as the two body combines to a smell of candle wax that holds such volume of turnt up flavorable scents and blossoms such rise of resistant smell that plunder me an my sex drive so uncontrollabley as i awaken my cinnamon apple of spice that mood me in a direction of her scentful passion fruit smell. In her endlessly smell that sails in a discription lawless strong scents that never leaves foul ordor but always have a odor that may lenghthens a smell that addicts eveyway in a one way position never fades to no unsure expriences that shows the logic way of ordor that resuface not jus past tense smell that may overcome negative meanings thats never hard to explain so simply like Candle Wax that climax and soar an story that flights everytime that allowed to enter a room that spray her flawless that nevertheless unfortunity to make so possible to smell and to connect within all smells that capture me directly like a direction thats one way in way thats freeway me allover again.
Rajanigandha – came in pristine dreams
A gardener – so keen - evolved within
Wishes accompanied – eternal stream
‘Was waiting for her, with a Mandolin
She came like a breeze; in my distressed life
And her aroma made me feel delight
Her cute smile played magic – vanished all strife
She brought fountain of joy; my little sprite
She would unfold her petals in the night
Wait until dark when the full moon would come
She would enchant you by her beauty – white;
Spread love allover; make the bees - all hum
Rajanigandha – my dream would come true
Waiting and watching the firmament – blue
01.09.2016
I dare to write my first sonnet to gift it to my dear daughter on her eighth birthday.
~teddy and the muse~
It looked as a monkey
With a huge bushy tail
It entered the office
Scarring brother Teddy
It scampered allover
Teddy offered it a banana
It screeched baring its teeth
I call it a muse for lack
Of a suitable or better name
It was a creature of the forest
Dark and very swift on its legs
Who visited teddy yes a muse
I call it a muse for teddy keeps
Churning out brilliant pieces
(for Teddy)
HOMICIDE
I shot him,
Blood allover the walls,
Night ain't real,
Scavengers poking his body,
Children screaming and panting,
Am numb,speechless and arrogant.
Silence is the environment,
Dark is the light,
Dead body still and not moving,
Anybody here is the question,
Scattered this and that,
Just a humble man that i killed.
Crime is not what i did,
But why i did it is the crime,
Hear everybody no races are better,
The man was respected,
Heard he had a daughter and son,
Why shot him?am mad,
No, I am and I don't regret.
Their race ain't superior like mine,
Am a prophet of God and he is a servant,
Stay still and do what i ask,
No more mercy,you understand,
You black snakes and chimpanzees,
Kneel for me and my master,
Or i shoot another man.
A group of ladies by the stand pipe
While the tassa men play their tune
This is the lawa morning
I getting marry this afternoon
A bunch of foreigners clapping
And their mom drinking coconut water
They come from the Middle East
Because I marrying her daughter
My wedding suit hanging in the closet
Made by ram mohess tailoring
Riad gone for ice by the round about
And the family home busy cooking
Roger and them boys down stairs
Sugar bring out a case of rum
Shirley and rianna join the lawa
Dancing to beat of the tassa drum
They wouldn’t let me see her
My beautiful bride to be
And her family in the kitchen
Tasting curry goat and dhalpurie
They have she down by nazim in penal
Three days I didn’t get to see her
And Suzy calls to say they leaving
And junior driving the wedding car
Curry goat, chicken, alloo and channa
Curry mango and nice hot kuchela
And the best roti in Trinidad
From uncle Jap up in Marabella
Roger packing his fridge and freezer
Cause Julie bring some bee,s ice cream
The whole place buzzing with excitement
Today I marrying the of my dreams
Family and friends come from allover
Texas, New York, UK and Canada
Omg she looks so beautiful
Coming out the wedding car
Here she stands in next to me
The woman that will share my life
And today before god, friends and family
We become husband and wife
I feel happy, but still I’m very sad
Because I wish my father was here
But I know he is up in heaven
Looking down from somewhere
Dead leaves fall, tumbling to the ground.
Beneath gray roots, where freed souls escape,
Near rough stones of chiseled names etched year round,
On the cliff above where the sea takes shape.
Women search an empty sky and cry.
They find nothing there but a sad sea.
No sense or reason, just a whispered why,
And bodies of men with their ship's debris.
Tomorrow brings the fires of right and wrong,
When those who go to sea await their fate.
Winter comes early, cold night will be long.
The sea gives up its dead for those who wait.
Standing alone, a bell rings for the names.
They pray, recite words over an over.
Broken ships washing ashore, still in flames,
Lighting the darkness of their lives allover.
contest..Tales from the dark side.
5/17/15
Language of birds I love
The salient words of the heart...
I want to speak tongue of birds
The very birds that fly free allover
Red birds that carry Valentine love
I want to know pulse of their oval heart
So I would know when they want
To fly distant mountains over
And cross seas vast and yonder
With gentle pinions that never tire:
Cruising deep into foreign hearts
With warm words of love
From lips of gorgeous birds
In lovely melody sung.
Love of paired birds
Sung musically in free verse.
Love that flows high in the air
Scented with pleasure of vast atmosphere.
Silent whisper of my heart to the bird over
Taught to the heart by that very bird.....
I love indeed the birds of the air,
I love to sail the winds above;
Where the spirit of freedom catches fire
Raised higher by the windstorms that gather
Blinding particles of dust and push the smoke up.
I love the love of lover birds
Speaking free language of birds
The very words of love.
A touch of desire stirred hatred for colonialism
A touch of love turned into wrath and rage
It forced colonialism into human semblance
Then the tragedy abandoned color and racism
And evolved into pure art of schemes and disguises
It pauses as intricacies of arithmetic and data
Today it thrives in blood and sweat of the poor souls
the world allover