It wasn't but a perfect illusion.
Though, if she is asked how it was to love;
She wouldn't mind to say it's diffusion.
She's fine, but never said it didn't shove.
That's why every lesson comes with a pain,
But she don't know if what she feels is right
Or wrong-- to love not only for the gain,
I love you should means I will love your plight.
And stand by you bold through the worst of times.
But when you focus on wanting s*x stir;
You make love born out sensational crimes,
You thrust me as I subsequently birr...
The aftermath is teasing to let stand,
Abortion; they say luck only withstand.
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
Categories:
birr, abortion, allusion, art, blue,
Form: Sonnet
Satsuma, were you Man's first attempt at cloning,
neither orange nor tangerine,
misshapen orange, misspelt tanggerine
as you left the Japanese test tube,
ends flattened through lack of genes,
did they call you Fatsumo
ready to be fed by the thousand
into the bottomless pit of the revered wrestlers,
or did they call you Squatsuma,
yes, that would be more accurate,
no 'r' to confuse with 'l's
no 'l's to confuse with 'r's,
olange would not fit the birr,
tangeline, no-one would buy.
Your skin takes the traditional colour,
it hides a unique aroma,
and a deadly shot of acid
released when a manicured finger invades your very being.
Oh bad tempered offspring
you do not appreciate it when the pith is taken.
Within you resemble your fourbears,
segmented, regular,but one taste,
one simple taste, for the aficionado, heaven,
fulfilling the promise aired when your skin was violated,
for others, 'Yuk'
a taste not to be acquired, a failed orange,
a poor impression of a tangerine,
Satsuma, Fatsumo, Squatsuma,
Toysuma, Suzsuma, Madzuma,
only the japanese could have invented you.
Categories:
birr, fruit, fun,
Form: Prose Poetry
Black! a word that always tend to stir
From ages hath caused a birr
after decades of raging war
they still shir!!
Black exist in all, a part
be it the color of eyes, skin or heart
or the thoughts and actions
only few can see, those smart.
At night the stars shine bright
Jesse, Oprah, Doris, Latimer to cite
For the major role they played
in every field, but still smite
All the efforts were in vain
of King, Douglass and others who did strain
for they are doomed to be remembered
a few days, a month, feign!
Without night there’s no day
for they go hand in hand and play
so hath universe been created
and yet the world seems to stray
there is no black history, oh blind!
for it is the history of mankind
to be remembered and revered
forever keep in mind
@ Nadiya (24 Feb '15)
*Placed 1st in the contest 'Writings in a Black Perspective' by Verlena S Walker on 19 March 2015
Categories:
birr, black african american, hero,
Form: Rubaiyat
Money, life material
temporal source,
Made for life's
every course, to
earn, win or
Gifted in ways
selected to maintain
the well being
Of mind and body
health, riches and
wealth.
Money in currencies
from different
Regions of the
World,
Pound Sterling,
Dollars, Dinar,
Lira, Escudo, Rupee,
Pound, Kwanza, Euro
Birr or Lira to name
a few,
more abounds in
place unknown to me
and you.
Money rid our lives
of homelessness,
hunger, and sadness,
Slows the
unhappiness lessen
distress,
Ends the poverty in
the desolate, mend
the broken spirit,
And bring joy to a
child's life who is
sadden with
misfortune.
Money man's
creation, limited
and filled with
subjection,
Was created for
pleasure, measure,
and power, but
caused,
War, theft, pain
and sorrow to God's
unlimited world,
Of riches, love,
freedom and beauty.
Money needed by
all...
Categories:
birr, money,
Form: Free verse
Radiant beauty abound
Sun beam, pubescent wager, thy face,
Nourishment takes, golden roseate,
Tenuring flower, non-daub
Graceful anima, display
The’ streaming into our souls,
Mise eternal, nod love
Never accord that we will
Birr mioty, universal a qualm
Sprig Eres an arrow that day
Cheshire I vidi, anearing eyes
Grin giving, es raining a pasted
Moppet of peri, pecked me a sass
I will always cherish the’ day.
Categories:
birr, absence, angel, art, beauty,
Form: Romanticism
I was blinded to the autonomy
Of the actions committed in the time
Moonfall hesitated, and did not see
Malice in the eyes that were naught to be mine.
The crescent curves of a smile's sliver;
Indecision of skin, rancid and smooth;
Plush sentences congeal as I quiver;
Thoughts so careless, teeth dripping wir'y sooth.
My sight could not pierce nightfall-scathingly
Battened down were my mind and eyes, depraved
by sour medicine dreams filling me,
Unwillingly, with satire not staved.
The birr which I painted your portrait with
Disenchanted my world, a cause for death.
Categories:
birr, allegory, angst, devotion, life,
Form: Sonnet