Best Dupe Poems
The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,
where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;
so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.
Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,
both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.
These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,
deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.
In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,
creating, demanding a need to invent
a song to attract a new or lost mate:
so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.
EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS
whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo
A golden fish in the
Blui-sh ocean of love
A Flounder with no blunder
That makes me hover at yonder
Like a loose hook surfing for
A Deltan fish with a Yoruba scale
Dupsy, the Dace
Vaunting several medals with curtsy
Dabbling like a Dab in a race
Against the Lampreys and Spermaceti
I salivate endlessly beholding
Your rare but momentous beauty
Portable and wrap-able in
“War able” situation
Remember your twirling thighs
Flaunting without blemish
Your voluble hips like that
Of no one but J - LOOO
Helpless I remain setting
My eyes on your ever charming eyes
Winking at me with a smile
That graciously get you noticed
A voluptuous you remain.
Keeping our promise
Keeping my words
Keeping your covenant
To be with me all along
As a rodent in my Heart
As I re-echo to strive on
Until I become the Knight
And the war Lord of the People’s Army
Advocating for the less privilege
Mobilising and Strategizing for
A revolution to come
Where we will have a land
Full of honey, milk and
Manner from Earth
For the consumption of all
And sundry.
Then, I mean,
Then only
You shall proudly become
My Queen twisting your
Bakassi only in front
Of my Pennisular
Lest I forget
As you voyage along with me
In our historic sojourn
Am promising to continue
The witty-wagging moment
With seasonal wanderlust.
Alayande Stephen T.
23rd September 2005
2.30pm
Form:
OH ! WHAT A VALENTINE !
As the clock tickles away horarily
On the day set aside for Romeo
In the heart of a Juliet
I waited , I did waited
For a once Golden Dace of a Juliet
Whom I have longed to Romeo on this day
I rang the ring unto her hearing
Behold my Juliet jumps from
One hour to another, posting her Romeo
Like a letter whose destination is lost
I waited , I did waited
Till time waits for me no more
It dawned on me heavily
I was not Today’s Romeo du Valentino
Neither was I the Romeo
Nor the chosen Valentino
I delude myself into a lover’s garden trance
Where I held tight unto her
Our tongues lost in each others’ mouth
As my heart- beat ran through the
Speedometer like Ben Johnson
Our urge for each other.
Made us surge forward in a frenzy order
We got lost in another cloud
“I love you” chorused us simultaneously
From my trance, I transited back to life
I spoke to my mind to come off
The rituals of Valentine
My feet was heavy to free itself from
The dancing steps of the “Koko of a Dome”
For there is no sanity in the vanity of a Valentine
She rang the ring unto my hearing, pleading
When darkness has come upon
The surface of the Earth.
It was a time for “Bobo” Valentino
I shrugged it off!
I am not Bobo Valentino
I was to be a Romeo du Valentino
Oh! What a Valentine!
Alayande Stephen T.
14th February,2006.
11:36pm
A spiced up story of what happened to me on the
Valentine’s day and the vanity in all the myth that
Goes with the day called Valentine.
Form:
A young Souper was feeling the burn
When his poem count took a downturn
First, he wrote a haiku
Then a monoku too
By deleting some carriage returns
poker face
covering a bluff
the all-in bet
intensity
building
under breath
random hit of
chance and skill
cuts her losses
from her wins
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 29, 2019 for contest THE CRAP SHOOT POETRY CONTEST sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS