Best Glottis Poems
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Categories:
glottis, funny, history, on writing
Form:
Free verse
Thank you, for excavating from dead tongue
Under midden of lies
The archive of our own history
The outlines of identity
So we under obscurity white sheet
Could find resurrection of self
In another voice oppressed
But unconceding of its comeliness.
Before I grew old I was only school
Afraid to be nobody unless I conformed
To class, and status and creed.
I could not see then how I consented
To condone the designation of a weed.
Before I was old
I did not even know weeds were revolutionaries
Resisting the pharmacopia of gods
And heal me in the old ways again.
Let this vernacular, this dialect
From in between the interspaces of existence
Reworking the problem of my preservation,
Let it flowers like weed
Gushing from unexpected places after rain.
Thanking you for understanding how to spade
With it the introspection of itself
Match with veins, leaves and flowers
The pattern of remain alive.
The tongue is archive of the soul, and language
The repository of all the culture holds.
Sure, folk songs are sweets, but our stories are more
Than words. Babel has no meaning
If it confused only words to flock in nearer trees.
Something deeper there was lost
Perhaps the lens by which we tell who we are
The frightening part of God,
The vision that must be consumed in hell
The staircase that if we trod
Would tear the scream of worlds from us
Making a new dilemma out of dust.
I sing not for Babel heights but the rights
To flock the founding tree of truth.
Thank you, for permitting me to speak again
To taste the lilt and roll of visceral sounds
Wearing glottis masks and labial screens
Spreading the germ of belief
And the sanctity of self in an ubiquitous air.
Folk people, balmyard man, healer
Kuminah giver, obeah veteran
Abeng blower, anancy teller, long spoon cook
Your anthropology will be the first page
Of my exumed biography, my life given back
Like raft to me. I am going to dig the moon.
Categories:
glottis, history, visionary, old, me,
Form:
Free verse
I write much hic cup ado
About nothing, which involuntary explosive release
comes clear out of the hic cup blue
nary a sponge bob square pants handy dandy bellows clue
where in tarnation this uncontrollable bout
jarring the body electric hic cup do
why such physiological spasmodic trembling whacky
baa closure of glottis hic cup ewe
moost likely find annoying as this hic cup ping buck feels few
breaths short of taking drastic action…
like hic cup swallowing glue
as an extreme solution per tha series
of being held hostage hoo
dee knee probably lacked escapist artist skills
even if he trundled to an igloo
to emergency room of a hospital or veterinarian
such hic cup caterwauling catering to gentile cat or Jew
lean, thus, time and again when said hic cup affliction
holds me hic cup ransom knew
does drive me towards acts of desperation
such as sticking ma head in the loo
which bizarre reaction on par with holding
out an appetite until famished for moo
Goo guy pan in mixed with a delicious bowl of new
dulls steeped in broth or an island delicacy renown on Oahu
even this atheist would ask for salivation praying a pew
whereby sound of silence echoed by hic cup right on queue
when nary a burble until reach that amen hic cup rue
stubbornly persists, no matter trying to suppression sue
per upsurge of diaphragm, a diabolical force forcing air thru
nasal passage and/or mouth oft times faintly resembling a u
ca lay lee with a snort accompanied no doubt by a voodoo
Practitioner…until…at last whew
hic cups stop as mysteriously as they started
bringing relief to this caged primate in a zoo.
Categories:
glottis, angst, body, endurance, health,
Form:
Rhyme
The battle is over,
Herald are sent and uncovered.
Elites are deported from the nook and crannies.
Leaders of the war are now demised.
Aggression and oppresion escoted love;
Serendipities of hoity clamour are shoved.
Time came and gone
Overruled by peace life moves on.
Frights of bullets escaping from the pistol glottis deceased.
Truck of ammunitions had all their periods missed.
Halt of demolition thrived,
Elated hearts,adorned souls again did rise- but
Some are paralyzed,two eyes with no hand.
Trance of ambiguity made more of them strand.
Resting in afflicted peace; the casualties.
Of all the dead,their breath hold unto them atleast.
Night seemed a breaking new dawn,
Graced with deception and truthful morn.
Origin of the clan is again renovated,
News and joyful dirge are transported.
End of all comes; rumour of clamour;but onething life owns;
Strong ones eat the teeth-breaking part of the bone.
c.2017
Categories:
glottis, allusion,
Form:
Acrostic
PEACE AND HER EAR PIECE
My eyes greeted the way to the class,
Saw different people with different eyes,
Some without and with glass,
Some toss around like an empty mass.
Then did i saw a spirit before me:
Then,elated was my glottis.
But within her ears was an earpiece.
Then i think i heard the voice of the Holy Spirit.
I called and called her till i was nearer,
For the more i move closer it seem to her farther.
Till i removed the 'piece from her ears,she proved deafer.
Then she did saw me an exclaimed: 'Oh josh,you're here?'.
So,are many who YHWH calls which cannot hear,
Till he take the earpiece away from their ears.
18:01:09:06:45
Categories:
glottis, allegory,
Form:
Sonnet
HORUS AND ISIS
HORUS
Mame,let me off to the dam,
The thane of korus getting off the pride of
the rams.
Go to,heretofore,be stayed me no longer,
By heaven,I'm famished,I'm of revenge
hunger.
The lain are laned on the train,
To make of his folly,I'll make of art the main.
ISIS
'Son of the sun',the rain will fall.
Mend the net,prick the tatched tall.
Raise the pitch of the atmosphere,
Gird the abode,of us,make the rain fear.
We'll sleep by the day and lay bare,
If you stay not awhile,'My Horus dear'.
HORUS
The cloud being scold severally,
Swelling swelling,preparing to burst already.
Then the hay made for his way,
To make him of the tears stay.
'Weep not,ho weep not',admonished be.
But he'd wept uncontrollably before close be
the gate of her glottis.
How would she of such say,
When the host of his treachery would not
stay?
By heaven I would return before the morn
funeral,
Let me hence to pounce the general.
By this matter I crave!
By your heart,Mame,do behave.
ISIS
Get thee hence now to my order,
Thou make not,thou hop not yonder.
HORUS
Cursed be the apple of my eyes,
That beg of mildness my heart.
I will get all I will,
By force,choice or by Will.
Enough of my word with thee Mame,
My sword shall do the remaining saying.
At least you would,perchance you return,
Know that actions are ought to be strangle
not be punned.
Thy head will go off now,
When i return,Mame,i'll replace in it house.
(Head went off)
ISIS
Spell be spelled on earth,
The life go not,loan me the life of death.
The cow of Iris totter to me,
Sword of Lily,come unveil the mystery.
My head,had Horus,sent on a journey,
But god-ful mystery be my merry.
Come,oh,my head is gone off now,
Come replace it with the Brenham Cow's.
Thus did she with her head bargain with
the cow's.
But by magic,no one knows how.
18:02:12:11:53
Categories:
glottis, allusion,
Form:
Epic
I saw him in my dream
Or my dream saw him.
Girded in instructions,
Sitting opposite as a timed
adder. Listening to my glottis
spray,enchanting words elating
his heart and whipping his ear.
Diverse heads held many heads:
Head with debt and some deposited death.
Sat i with him in closure,
Pushing my lips forward for enclouse:
'I'm a poet',and all of that i've said.
But was veiled yet to me that he had a news.
For so long had i been loquacious,
He pushed forth his words: tentatively audacious.
And like the purposed wind flew.
His product did my brain told me audibly,
But when my eyes untrust themselves,
My brain seemed mute.
He'd said: 'Their is a female poet in hebrew
Her name is 'monume?'.
I'm i sure i got the name.
Even there lies the mistake.
Just returned from hoping around the air,
And the air refused to bear the burden faithfully.
Or you know the name:
That poet of strangling fame?
Ho me,if thou do,
Maybe she's hidden by her variant skill.
Or nature pleaded to have her in her bossom.
'Monume?'
Categories:
glottis, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
I saw him in my dream
Or my dream saw him.
Girded in instructions,
Sitting opposite as a timed
adder. Listening to my glottis
spray,enchanting words elating
his heart and whipping his ear.
Diverse heads held many heads:
Head with debt and some deposited death.
Sat i with him in closure,
Pushing my lips forward for enclouse:
'I'm a poet',and all of that i've said.
But was veiled yet to me that he had a news.
For so long had i been loquacious,
He pushed forth his words: tentatively audacious.
And like the purposed wind flew.
His product did my brain told me audibly,
But when my eyes untrust themselves,
My brain seemed mute.
He'd said: 'Their is a female poet in hebrew
Her name is 'monume?'.
I'm i sure i got the name.
Even there lies the mistake.
Just returned from hoping around the air,
And the air refused to bear the burden faithfully.
Or you know the name:
That poet of strangling fame?
Ho me,if thou do,
Maybe she's hidden by her variant skill.
Or nature pleaded to have her in her bossom.
'Monume?'
Categories:
glottis, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
He'd return after decades
Spent in imagination. Month
spent in reality. He'd return to the
House of comedy,here,to crack
an heart-taking,wits-arresting,Emotions-
devouring,Land-quaking joke.
He'd return with a robust neck
Seasoned with weeping nerves.
The joke cracker,Let's hear.....
Before he return'd
The gym-ed rodents embroided
with pleasant 6-packs had
summoned a meeting-Impromptu-
Behing the large hall-Hall of fame!
They'd discuss'd-
"Welcome,ye family of pointed
teeths. We're here to announce the
pending return of the Jester. So,with
deep regards floating on apprehended stats.
Let's invade the large hall- Hall of fame.
And destroy his valuable documents.
Let's give room for hanky-panky. Let's
disorganize his hood...."
In succession of their meeting,
They'd prick the discussion by it hem.
And now after he'd return.
All we heard and will hear is;
"A Cracking news that's about
to break- It takes time before news
are broken here-. The federal territory
has been invaded by gyming rats
full of unpreceedented mights and stats.
We would like to elate your heart that
the palace is disorganized....."
And after that,
they'll deep their deflowered hand
Into the draining purse. One hundred
and fifty thousand dollars to buy insecticide
to eliminate
these terrorists-gyming rats.
After that they'll demolish the
Palace on accounts of the terrorists
providence. They'll tame their hearts,
They'll tame their wealths. They'll
tame their consciousness,patience,love
and mistake them for cleverness' Vice.
I've heard them talk of it.
I've seen it happened.
Rats now are braced with
heart pouncing powers. I haven't
heart of this before; Rats with
Bewitching 6-packs,luring hearts
Into corruption. Very soon,
They'll say,the terrorist have
consumed '1000000 dollars' before
His arrival. They'll say,yea,they'll
fashion a qoute from their glottis company;
"None can be underestimated,even rodents
are now terrorists."
Hmmm...... This Jesters!
17:28:08:15:16
Categories:
glottis, allusion,
Form:
Lyric
Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?
Shall our words be drained on mountains?
Or our inks on the beauty of fountains?
Shall our eyes be seduced by the fir trees?
Or by the bewitchment of the daffodils?
Shall the oceans seat on our poetry?
Or the deserts be our sundries?
Shall our loved be penned for our pets?
Or on the beauty of the vets?
Shall our praises ring only in the creatures' ear?
At YHWH's-the creator- expense?.
17:11:25:18:53
Categories:
glottis, allegory,
Form:
Sonnet
silly sequoia slumbering
meager mists mooing
callous clouds clustering
voluptuous vibes vying
tempted twigs twiddling
salient sleep swilling
spooky silver silhouette
pulling pulpy pests
contracting cautious crrsts
lousy clouds lurching
gaunt glottis grooving
gigantesque syllables dripping
mystic mountain moaning;
sleep's spell swigging.
19:12:05:08:17
Categories:
glottis, mountains,
Form:
Sonnet
Bewitched with irri-
tating glows,they ransacks the
purse and 'ijawo'; those rats!
Breaking news;
The Headline: "3 husky rats
ransacking the purse of the nation."
The news: As noted in the
headline of today's consciousness-leaking
news. We'll have to say this with
Annointed regret that 3 hoodlums
With pointed teeths had just robbed
the nation of a frugal amount
of papers. Hence, the federal
government had just concluded to
Deep their anxious hands into the
weeping purse of the nation,with regards to
buying a distilled insecticide
to eliminate the husky hoodlums.
Hence,the federal government has
taken '4 billion naira' to carry out
this operation,respecting the uninterested
interest
of the masses. Here is the news.
N.T.A 7:00pm. Deola......"
Prophesy has come to
pass. 'Ekule Ole' and cray fish
not worth than #5,000. When
mingled and moistured can
conspicously carry out the opera-
tion successfully. Then why
'4 billion naira?'- won't accept this
offer if to me offered.
Such amount for rats?........
Hmmm....these rats!
Who are these rats?-
Rats with two hands,two
eyes,two legs,a nose.
Rat whose glottis is active.
Full of themselves,claiming rights
Graced with deceptive life swimming
and vividly drown in ocean of lies.
These rats!
Leaves their abode at
mid-day,travels to other
forests to hunt riches.
Hunt?..... No!, squander the
riches they've gotten from
the purse of their masters- suffering
masters.
After showcasing their wealth
In those forest. Then,they'll
saunter back into
the waiting cupboard and steal
'Meats from pots', 'Eat some part of
the bread- they're already satisfied'.
They'll resume their usuall relay.
And return the same circle.
Maybe you know those rats.
Those rats on Agbada-mehn!
Driving luxurious jeeps,living
in braw duplexes bewitched with
fumming air conditioners.
Those rats that are always hungry-
contending for post and Ranks.
Buying different PARTS for their
Draining CARS.
Hope you know these rats.
I think we truly need to
eliminate these RATS with
Iron insecticides,pushing them
into the ocean of remonstration
and patriotic regrets. Those
RATS should go through those famished
Bullets!.
Or what do you think?
Hmmm.....these rats!
17:01:09:13:11
Categories:
glottis, africa,
Form:
Political Verse
Being the giver of my life:
Jolting me away from strife.
Loaning me to joyfulness
Graced with love and happiness.
The hunting wolves measuring the depth
Of the promiscous earth:
You tossed me above their claws,
Raising me beyond all flaws.
Even when the leopard figured my brights:
Even when i was wroth in its sight.
It intended to make me and destruction bethrot.
But dashed apart was it like cedar by his wrath.
Under his wing my shelter be:
Even like the mother hen's:Little mild chicks.
Through the hole of the wings my eyes perceived the foe:
And yea,by him,i did words throw.
'Come take me now' i'd said.
To the wandering timid chick who fled.
And i who once dwelt in the cave of fright,
Now take against all my plights.
Traces...
The beauty of your holiness,
Even crazed with indisguise awesomeness.
At the awe of your generosity,
My glottis soar in it's velocity.
Chewing: 'Oh how grateful am i'.
To the one who raised my arms!
17:21:17:20:56
Categories:
glottis, allusion,
Form:
Here it's even:
The cloud called at me,
Even he spoke to me:
He said 'Joshua,why're you worried'.
I was reluctant letting the
Cat out of the bag.
Then,he weighing my doubt
spelt by my betraying eyeballs
admonished me and bade me
to elate my glottis and seduce
his ear of the matter eating me up.
Then i lent him the truth,
With the intention that he'll give me fruit:
'I gat to leave my country,
Before the death of this month'. Said I.
He chuckled and whipped the dripping
water from his face.
I, drowned by the wits of
his uncalled actions forced
my gaze towards him straining
my ears to perceive his words.
'I'll be of help to you,
Only if you float in me',he continued.
Elated was i after those words:
That even he is willing to help.
But i've been jumping for hours
If i can only touch him.
Yet,the jealous earth wouldn't me.
Even yet,i'm still jumping:
Maybe i need a ladder:
Even a humanic ladder.
17:22:17:20:48
Categories:
glottis, allegory,
Form:
Narrative
bounty brags blushing
purpled eyes puncturing
hoisted hag seducing
callous crimson tuning
into hankering hall
she opened door
gaunt glottis shrunk
like leering lust's
none inside thrust
"I'll revive him,
mystic May's wind
pebbles pruning pills"
then she left,
reincarnation at crest.
19:12:24:07:30
~Note~ An imitation of Lascelles Abercrombie's "Witchcraft: New Style"
Categories:
glottis, horror,
Form:
Sonnet