Best Imo Poems
Carolyn wrote these words in her Father's Day poem
for my contest in 2021, in which her poem was selected
one of the top ten submitted:
"Dad, this Father’s Day I stare at your portrait
And a few teardrops fall again
Your absence is never missed more than on Fathers Day."
Carolyn, you are with your father now, so you won't
be missing him on this coming Father's Day.
On Father's Day, I will remember your words and be
thinking about your reunion with your father.
written August 13, 2021
IMO Carolyn Devonshire
especially for "Tributes to Carolyn" Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Constance La France
[Carolyn, you were someone special to me
You seemed to like my poetry
You often commented from your heart
I shall miss your thoughts, Sweetheart.]
ang bidlisiw sa adlaw adunay buot nga ipasabot,
ug ang mga isda nagpatim-aw aron mo saksi sa bag-ong adlaw,
nangamuyo sa kahitas-an, nanghinaot nga mawagtang kining katalagman,
apan ang huyuhoy sa kadagatan puwerteng linawa,
ug miduyog na ang mga langgam sa pagkanta,
klasi-klasi nga tingog ang imong masayran ug madunggan,
adunay kasuko, kasagmuyo, ug kalinaw,
kahibolungan ang panghitabo apan padayon lang.
sa paggakos sa bidlisiw sa adlaw sa kalibutan,
ang kabudlay ug kalalylay sa lawas nailisan og kalagsik,
apan timan-i nga ang kapildihan ug kapakyasan dili maoy katapusan,
usa lang kini sa mga sinugdanan sa imong paglaroy-laroy,
apan ang katalagman nga atong nasinati adunay kasulbaran,
salig, dasig, tuo, sugdi sa pag-ampo nga walang pagpamakak,
moabot kanimo ang kalinaw nga dugay ra nimong gihandom.
daghan kaayong balabag aron mawala ang imong kadasig,
apan lungkaba ang imong hunahuna ug kasingkasing,
ayaw padala sa hunghong nga napuno sa kasagmuyo,
bentaha na gyud ang usa ka butang nga adunay pagsalig ug pagtuo,
apan kon kan-on sa kangitngit ang kalibotan,
ayaw kahadlok—ayaw toguti nga dan-on kas kalibog,
kay bisan sa pinakangitngit nga dalan adunay kahayag,
paglaom nga imo rang makita sa imong dughan,
kuhaa ang yawi dinha sa imong giliran,
sugdi na sa pagsaysay ang imong sugilanon,
ayaw kaulaw—walay angay itago, dili perpekto ang tawo,
hinay-hinaya pagbadbad ang hikot sa imong kasingkasing,
sugdi na sa pagbasa ang berso nga angay sa imoha,
tan-awa ang panganod maanindot kaayo—walay sama;
apan nasayod ba ka nga sa imong pagpiyong adunay pasabot,
sa pagsidlak sa adlaw, sa pagsalop sa adlaw,
sa pagmata sa kabuntag, ang kapildihan,
ang kapakyasan, ang katalagman sa kalibutan—
nayasod ba ka nga aduna kini buot ipasabot?
lantawa ang luyong bahin anang mga panghitaboa,
masayran nimo ang PAGLAOM nga napuno sa KADASIG ug GUGMA
sa usa’g usa nga dili mawala bisan pag mapakyas ang tanan,
tuo kaniya—maimoha ang kalinaw nga dugay ra nimong gihandom;
kay adunay kahayag luyo sa kangitngit.
— John Wilhelm.
When I was a teenager I felt like I was a POW
and when I got some freedom I went MIA
and Dad would be waiting to ground me OMG
but when the chain was off I would be gone ASAP
knowing what would happen, oh yeah I would be DOA
as Dad was yelling (I was thinking KISS)
you see in those days I was a FF
and this would repeat itself SALT
but I learned in time that Dad loved me, LOL
and I loved him too, BTW
there were not enough days with him IMO.
Daddy RIP!
______________________
March 15, 2021
Poetry/Verse/POW
Copyright Protected, ID 03-
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Inspired by L. Milton Hankins Contest, but not for his contest.
*FF - frequent flyer
*SALT - same as last time
* IMO- in my opinion
Aniay USA ka lamok nga miduol kanako
Naghinayhinay ang iyang tingog
Apan ako lang kining gepasagdian
Nagpuyo ra kini tapad kanako
Sa dihang nakita ko ang akong gihigugma
Siya nga wa ma ako og ako nga wa ma iya
Pero siya ang kinasingkasing kong kalipay
Unta ako muduol pero naunhan sa lamok nga ge atay
Sa dihang minglayo na ang lamok kanako
nagkakusog ang tingog miini
Deay to ningtugdon og ga palibot kanimo
IMO kining ge warawarahan
Apan ako imo lang ge snob.ban
Ug sa pagduol niini kanimo
Mas gitagad mo pa sya kaysa nako
Nakabati ko ug kasakit
Bisan og wala ko gepahit
Samtang ga lupad-lupad ang bigaon nga lamok
Wa ko kasabot ngano kana imong kakuyog
Bisan naay mas tarong sa duol
Adto hinuon ka sa insekto kaysa nako nga perpekto
Piste kasakit
To this brokeness of women, the world flopped and flipped out.
How life flawed and tampered the ice of the girlchild!
How green became red images to their eyes is still a misery to our flammable fable eyes:
of happiness gallopping towards sorrow,
We are here to locate the wind that
Caused their pains before they split into Imo and Abia.
How would I tell them of tomorrow unknown?
How would I drive into their thoughts and make a meal of time?
How would I tell them the river in our throats embrace dryness?
How would this earth continue to evolves and envelopes in their palms?
For they are our earth, women is the world!
Life to them is a wet roads with dry leaves...
Our hands have waved pity into their eyes to give solace,
Our legs have walked into their thoughts for glee embraces...
For the girlchild, for the innocent ones;
For those life peeled through their skins,
We have this to say:
We will never allow hunger to walk on the street seeking for you!
We will never allow cruel men come near you,
We will seek for men of goodwill to guide the chest of your virginity.
We'll build a temperament alter of men
That will curse rape that walk in their thought.
This sand you walk on were your mothers who went fighting your course!
Many of them were trapped by evil men whose wealth blinded their eyes...
This is home again, our souls are home for you and your kind to stay and merry.
Looking at this busy sun on the idle cloud, we'll hold violence to ransom,
ransom for breaking you apart,
ransom for holding your innocent mind
Your images on the walls of dangerous men shall be retrieved back...
You will not be like a village defeated by war,
You will not look like an orphan when men like us exist.
You are the water soaked in the eyes of our dreams, dear children,
Make haste to conquer fears and doubts as you pour yourselves into yourselves.
We pray as we fight, you'll not mingle with a wrong men like water and oil.
This is our plead to pleasure your body
to the measurable deep barging silence.
You are golds to the eyes
Your are the gleaming sky...
You are the song in our throats splitting into cities of great wordiators.
To this world, we'll listen to this love notes rendered with a calm voice,
For you're the world itself.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent.
The sun shall rise again but
not in our season of songs this time,
because we are strange to it glamouring light.
We sparkle and shine not among its Galaxy of hope,
an unformidable corrupt youths are we...
we've abandoned the oja for a modernised recorder,
our feastful brain rest in the betting centres
riding in foolishness with foolish camels.
We've abandoned tradition to ijebu field,
Our mistful hearts amidst shrouded embraces,
shutting down tinted believe of our future!
We've forgotten the clamouring route of greatness
and seek for yahoo means of breaking the air.
Now, we look for golden rotten pastures to carpet our steps,
telegram my messages to the youths of Nigeria,
email my tears to the youths of Africa in Europe,
send my cries to the youths of The soil all over,
tell them we have failed the sands and the oceans.
They've made the sky bleed blood again and again,
we have no more Odumegwu In our clan any more,
we have no more Okonkwo Achebe to blow the oja.
We have youths of Betnaija and Nairabet in our land,
strange to themselves, strange to their dreams.
Grandpa didn't sing this song like we sing today,
grandma was powerful like Amino.
the barn is getting empty with blink of an eyes,
beat the gong to the hearts of our ladies,
let them know facebook does not sound like kitchen!
The boys must know that instagram is not a home
for marriage- Nadia is fake, artificial life lives there.
Civilization have strangled us from the sane paths,
blind, sorrowful, lost are we to the core!
The sun shall rise again and again and again,
from Lagos to Karina, From Abuja to Abia,
Imo, calabar, Onitsha and Benue and Kogi.
But not in this seasonal transgression of our deeds,
to build houses the hands of generation of strange youths.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Cam'god
Ask your mother how your father
Was sold yesterday to the hands of
righteous death, curling in fearful fist.
His stomach was empty with a widened
wild hunger and she left him to die.
Ask her of your name "Kamchetanna".
Ask her of your sisters and brothers sold
into slavery before you were born.
She has a tale to tell of you in her mouth,
Let not this song split from my mouth
like the old Imo and Abia...
For the love of yesterday when we danced
For the craving eyes of another past generation
Freedom that calls has no guilt to kill
Freedom that speaks has no envy but
Element like the gathering of the clouds in summer
Like the chirping of the winter birds in the air
Like the waving hands of the hibiscus flowers
I have no bed that calls for absence of a body
Ask your mother for the freedom to explore
See yourself by yourself; for it's been long
You saw yourself yourself without a mirror
For winds will slide no more into your thought
Rays of sunlight brighten your smile again
Those dots of thin fragment substances of your laughter
Could stand in between the night of motherhood
And bound that exist between mother and daughter...
Ask your mother what killed your father
before another mistake creep in like a leper
With a burning breast of pocketing darkness
Welcomes you again.
©John Chizoba Vincent
From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration
playing out from the back
a slow sideways
- defensive form of attack
with such a premium on possession
-back&across
soccer with such goals
-loses its gloss
for fear of defeat
- brings negativity
boredom & much wasted opportunity
Need to tell you, IMO
you are my very sweet SO
I'm heading out, but FYI
you'll see me B4YKI
So 'bye for now- CULA-
be patient- stay put, DGA
I'll hurry back, NISM-
just us- KWIM?
March 24, 2021
Premiere Contest: Acronyms In Couplets
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
*Image IMO; hairstylist Jay Sebring, 8-1/2 month pregnant actress Sharon Tate, a friend of the property caretaker Steven Parent, screenwriter Wojciech Frykowski, and coffee heiress Abigail Folgers by LATimes.
The Manson's at Cielo Drive
first seen
eighteen
shot died
outside
java
diva
ritzy
pritzy
two guys
one tries
all grabbed
and stabbed
horrid
four did
five die
jive by
nutty
Chucky
helter
skelter
2021 July 09
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 16
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 16
IMO EX PECTORE NOSTRAM EXPRESSIO (My Heartfelt Expression)
We're one, heart to heart, soul to soul,
Reeling from exclaiming set-go,
Our heart cry echoes roll,
Get cuddled in many arms flow,
Whimsically fostering you like the surviving bigbro;
Be my circus in life's vivacious show
And light up my entire soul,
Not just a part of me but the whole,
The treasures of my heart you stole
Creating a lacuna into a deep hole.
Without you my candles burn blue,
With no glare is to live without you,
Step into my shoes let's walk through
the acme of affections anew.
Impudent to life's brazens and treasons,
your love is my Achilles heel and reasons
to be oblivious of my obvious mischievous past lives
that this phenomenon called life amplifies.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © May, 2020.
imo
in my opinion
im online
longing is an ab imo pectore link between distant kindred souls...
Mom says she doesn't text in letters, I answer IK
She says she isn't going to learn whatever is IDK
When she is waiting for me I tell her BRB
And she asks me what is a GIF or a JPG
I will try to show her how to use them ASAP
When I get the text back later that its NYOB
So I send back an uplifting LMAO
I plan to tell her why its IMO
She replies with understanding: IK now what IDK
Is that a PIC is a JPG and asks if maybe IDK
3-24-2021
Wara na san mas mayumhok pa sa imo,
Amo man an pagkalubay mo,
Wara san maka pugong san imo kumo,
Bisan an tanan na pader kag kamino.
Maski an pinaka-matarum na minasbad,
Kakalawangon pag ikaw tinadtad.
Ihulog man an pundo sa arong,
Kaya suludon lalo na kun mag bagrong!
Kun ikaw nakapatay, ikaw man nakabuhay,
Nagaistar an turay, naga inom an garay.
Habu man sa imo kun lubog an kadamuan,
An pabay-an ka nakapalinaw man.