Best Wised Poems
toss anger, he said
into the bin of waste
waste not mankind’s love
with abuse and bite
the bullet skies
high the eagle flies
why not the steeple
less with feathers flocked
why not the pews on
threadbare knees
that knock and palms
close touch of closed
and ethereal eyes, in shock
of amazing blue, far above
the whizzing bell of shots
some fell, some rise
both have a knell and sigh
anger flung like monkey dung
lay upon the sheetrock roof
its lies are born and cradled
evil has a childhood, is able
to wean and crawl, to fall
toss anger, he spoke
to the deaf and blind
they never woke nor wised
up. six feet downer done
swept into the bin of waste
a godforsaken life
PERSERVERANCE BREEDS SUCCESS
Jss One was an insult, I cried
Like time should hit full stop,
My breakfast was sweet without
Salt,
My parents tasted like this evil
Citrus,
I continued to hide like Air Force
Was only for my seniors.
Jss Two arrived with the wind called
Releave
I began to breath as an aspiring king
Now I believe the race would definitely
Finish.
Jss Three was the mighty season
Everyday had a sweet beginning
Suddenly the queen became pretty
As boys begin to fill big,
Every Sunday I was in the dining hall
To clean wasted beans,
The brown Khaki now fits my tiny skin.
Never did I forget the mighty JSCE.
Ss1, trousers became the big deal,
I was also a victim for every ss3's
Laundry,
Morning duty was almost ending,
Up keep of the latrine was attached to
Me.
Inter house games had huge meaning
These was the day to show all my special
Skills
And entice that pretty queen,
As we stroll through freedom tree
Dangling the box room's key,
My sunday wear now had this profound whitish Glimpse.
At ss2, I became a commissioned officer
I began to predict the whether,
Even during holidays, I dreamt of returning
To my headquarters,
In Jaguar I had two lockers.
In Dornier my friends sent invites for
Dinner
Alpha wasn't my regular signal,
She whipped me in basketball finals.
I measured my days and wised there
Could be an alternative taste
But JPE was the key to unlock ss3 dreams.
Been a finalist was like magic
Today I float on the atlantic
As I scream 'ONE BOY'
The hostel begins to panic
Ariku becomes my transit
I trained this special team of bandits
So I had a contraband producing factory.
The days now had wings
Time flew without traffic.
My ink recollect's like she was a five
Minutes conference meeting,
Many couldn't climb this Iroko
For sex seasons.
Today, am not only an ALUMNI
But an harden fresh corrosive lime
Ready to swim under river Nile's eye.
AFCS is high in the sky
With the flying colors that now
Leave in my life.
KEYWORDS:
Jss_ junior secondary
SS: Senior secondary
Jsce: Junior secondary certificate examination
Jpe: Joint promotion examination.
Ariku: A small town in Iwo,Ibadan,Nigeria.
Khaki: A thick brown material
AFCS: Air Force Comprehensive School.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:
assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included)
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.
All men have born desires
garland of the prettiest arm.
Want to meet in the loveliest Place
Where no hurdle no harm.
She was waiting to Mr right
Spider webs to trap just right.
The sea of sand was all over
But emotions not mood to over.
Mirage born ownself in hot summer
Desert to quench herself
From the blood of the craziest
Creatures , mad behind the mates.
The thirsty traveller no mood
To give up so easily.
Move forward in the Thar desert
With wised steps gradually.
She was standing in isolated land
The desert at not present water tank.
To hug her crazy moth which
Will add a more number in her hunt.
Mirage produces in sunny noon
In sand to catch unknown fellow.
My friend was almost mad behind Angel
Don't recognise the upcoming fellow.
The body and the soul were thirsty
Very strong these were both.
No one ready to move back
So he travelled to quench both.
Now the real world and the real goal
Feet scored miles and miles to go.
Which goal post he wanted to goal
Still, didn't have a hole to goal.
His breath was leaving without any alarm
My feet were freezing without cold.
Dearest few steps your can make me alive
If you want to save ,without delay hold.
Come on, come on my kind princess
Come on my sweetheart
I have left the world far behind
Come on and hug me , if don't mind.
Break hurdle from surroundings
Break chains of illusion own self
Stretch hands to welcome me
Come out from the fairy tale thyself.
Don't become very shirty
I am not behaved as dirty
Please, quench body and soul's thirsts
No one can do this except you buddy.
I am dying without water
Millions yards I covered for you
Looks insufficient to meet you
But remaining must cover you.
But regret she was unmoved
And so friend was lying unmoved.
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
Incessantly distinguish applause readiness
Estimate necessitous showing entertainment
A Champion over there I ask where
Society authority mistress speechlike
Fascinates popular quality I poem announce
Action preservatives colonies corianderly
Obtained emblematie of abundance flowers
Used ceremony inedible trumpet bachelor
Manipulation embematic gladiolus drawed
Attention elastic related Poet structure
Finish forever and a Day by a Champion I am
Progress amen strong impress and wised
Response instance representation vowels
Comparielongate current thy Air sense
Beautiful scenery may we Poets Have a toast at eve
Inspring a song drill agricultural practice made famous
Stream exercise general design post up horizontal
Frame Peachy Write my first and last thought
Picture this moment with honestness
I am poeticly here I won.
Trump's Voice and Its Tone
Do you think this is what Paul Ryan is saying?
Could tell By Trump's loud voice and tone
Sure wish that he would leave us alone
As usual he is mad at someone again
Friendship with them is wearing thin.
This time to Trump what have they done?
Who thinks that in your life is only one
Poor policies regarding things traded
Where was it he had been educated?
Voters have wised up and are not dumb
Horrible sexist pig is what you will become
All of the women are caught in the middle
Having to men always play second-fiddle.
No longer can Trump gain women's consent
Maybe if Hillary were to run for President
Instead of women laying around and pout
She shall soon be there to hear them out.
Next President become is what she will do
Making everyone's dreams start coming true
Instead of women constricted and confined
Decisions are best when minds are combined.
Regardless if terrible may be the weather
When the sexes are both working together
Wearing pantsuits and an occasional dress
Goals set out to do will be a great success.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day before
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 24th
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
What’s your question?
Do you really have one?
How much longer are you gonna complain?
Cause it’s insane
To keep saying
The uncouth
Which is removed
From your tooth
You’re too busy with smoking weed
Instead of firmly planting a seed
Now you got problems
Created without knowing how to solve them
High and drunk makes you sound foolish
Your actions juvenile and childish
Like a baby with a wet diaper
Always griping
Not knowing how to wipe it
Cause your blinded by the smell
Of something less than purell
And you can’t even tell
That you’ve created your own hell
Your clenching fists of dissent
With thoughts of resent
But only the kids around you can squeal like pigs
Before you start to vent
About how movies bore ya
Music’s an excuse to ignore her
Art’s not as interesting
As being arrested
Your truck’s missing payments and parts
When it runs it sounds like it farts
There’s lots of accidents inside and out
Which can be measured by screams and shouts
You wasted time for her and you
She even thought to call you boo
Unfortunately for you
She wised up and gave you the boot.
But I can’t wait forever
hoping she’d wise up
I’m not made of feathers
Or have the heart of a phoenix so I could rise up
It’s not my job or place
To let what happened be my disgrace
You couldn’t even say goodbye
Or look me in the eyes
Instead you stayed disguised
Under your lies and your make up.
having grown up with a smoker for a father
i have most certainly inhaled my fair share of second-hand
so i never fell for the allure of big tobacco & the
kool kids
still, there have been parts in my life where i have found myself
chewing---
i must admit,
large quantities of gum
have passed through my life in spurts
leaving holes of gumless moments---
the furthest back i remember chomping on
big red---
dad would drive to a gas station & i’d always ask for a
pack
if i remember correctly,
the packs always had an odd number of sticks,
still,
all covered in sugar, my teeth would have completely rotted out of my head
if i continued big red until this present day---
i don’t remember any special visual ad that struck me
which might have made me invest so much time & effort into its chewing
but without squinting my eyes to remember
that theme song is still there
right behind my retinas
“longer with big red---that big red freshness lasts right through it---
your fresh breath goes on and on
while you chew it...etc.”
advertisers are as close to any concept of
”satan” that could truly pass in this ephemeral life
little league will force any kid to stuff big league chew in your mouth
until all your friends start doing the real stuff
& maybe you decide that you don’t want your face to rot off because
you fill your mouth with dripping wet
excrement & then
promptly spit it out afterward
uck.
there were the days where my idiot best-friend & i would try to see how much
cinnamon bubble tape we could shove in our mouths before it burned so much
we had to spit it out---
then, of course, they came up with the
bubble puck, which
was nothing more than just one huge hunk of gum the size of a
hockey puck,
so of course, we just shoved that whole thing in our mouths
trying to cram another in, and alas, to no avail,
we would promptly spit it out as well
i can’t remember when i wised up to the fact that continued chewing of
sugar gum
would take all my teeth,
but i did---
and so the other spurts of gum chewing throughout has been filled with the
sugarlesses---
and of course,
they are going to give you
cancer.
There once lived a plain, stout gal named Val
She was smittened by a guy called Al
He was a bit rude
Saw her as a dude
Val wised up, moved on with best mate
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Used How Many Syllables
Just to catch you up
On someone you once knew,
That guy made you believe
The problem was all you.
He knew that while on eggshells
You would tread gingerly.
You'd be forced to read into
Nonsense you couldn't see.
For love had left you blinded,
Thinking 'twas what you'd done,
And so he played the martyr,
That's how the table spun.
That guy, he wised up late,
Looks out now at how far
Sickness, pride and ego
Can drive two hearts apart.
I think that I shall never see
A sight as strange as a flying pig .
A winged pig that snout is sky-wised pushed
Against the earth’ fantastic slopping roundness
A winged pig who may fly all day,
And lifts whimsicality toward higher climes;
A pig that flutters in the icy air
A flap of wings and oinking there ;
Upon whose flight our imagination ascend
Our imitations in inward horizon up-sweeps logic .
Fall guys like me write poems,
But only metaphors like flying pigs
Can rise in ink stained skies and barnstorm
the very gates of eternity with winged couplets.
I can remember,
When I was young and nieve,
You could tell me anything,
And in your word I would believe.
Lessons learned the hard way,
From my so called deepest friends,
I really didn't know any better,
Untill the bitter end.
So many friends,
Doing things they should not do,
Then they tell you,
I did it why can't you?
But I wised up,
I learned and became sound,
Now I am thirty-eight,
And most of my friends are in the ground.
Some of them from drugs,
Most of them from booze,
They just couldn't learn,
But they learned they could loose.
Listen to your gut feeling,
If it does not feel right,
Don't do it then,
Keep your perspective in sight.
For if they don't like you,
It's not all that bad you see,
Because friends that force you,
Were never meant to be.
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain