If seen, he seems a feathered thief
come to steal a feed;
but for the flower, this is chiefly
service for its breeding.
( A Definition )
Having a small European resembling a brown back.
Having hammy old-world songs related to a large ‘NO!’
Having no American thrust; (the upper part).
An olivatious, blackish, whitish, streaked glommed throat.
Chiefly dull; (the under parts). Drippy-
Dull as water, Round seed,
Edible nuts.
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Floccinaucinihilipilification of me
Hurts to the core
About my poetry
He doesn't adore
Interesting lines, humor
Seems to abhor
I hear rumor
See if agree
Stinker or perfumer
floc·ci·nau·ci·ni·hil·i·pil·i·fi·ca·tion
[?fläkse?näse?nih?le?pil?f?'kaSH?n]
noun
rare
the action or habit of estimating something as worthless. (The word is used chiefly as a curiosity.):
"my new book is more than just a 400-page exercise in floccinaucinihilipilification." Example of use. I have not written a book nor have I been published.
2nd POI
For men to love each other chiefly
Does not need some open definitions
Of their strong love in this cruel World.
Men are the heads and
Protectors of families.
They always play dangerous roles
Which risk their lives generally.
Men are the best life colleagues
Due to the same situations
Which they face daily,
Monthly and yearly.
Smart women will never complain
About the strong connection
Between men to men
As they helping each other frequently
For the benefits of majority
Women and kids.
Majority men don't have time for useless
Fights and competitions in their lives
Reason why majority men are always friends.
June 21st 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
I knew what I know long time ago
About the concept of wrong and right
Of good and evil, it guides me through
It always points me to the light
Even if light sometimes change hues
It does not change what's dark and bright
For, sometimes jazz may turn to blues
But black is black and white is white
When someone robs to feed his kid
The fact won't change, stealing is crime
There's still wrong in what he did
There are right ways to earn a dime
Though, God's name may be different
In some cliques, in some religions
But in true sense, all are coherent
That he's the same father of creations
We have our laws and the commandments
Where our acts are chiefly based
And though, there may be some amendments
The guiding concept can't be erased
So when temptations come to our mind
We always know what's good and evil
We can't just leave this fact behind
For, we must act for what is civil
May 8, 2023
Screen of Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Unseeking Seeker
The real mind-blowing tournament,
Her football cups prized ornament;
Leaving without one eyes hollow,
Avid fans cease to squad follow...
Tough strikers playing out their hearts
Defenders halting ball that darts:
It's about luck but chiefly skill,
During practice better self kill!
Player free to display sweet role,
But dismissed as freak,no scored goal
How dare you miss a penalty
When what's at stake no novelty?
FIFA justifies earned dollars:
Blameless final whistle colours;
Out to make it competition
With ears for the right petition
Hosting it image-defining,
The stadium chosen keeps shining;
Sure,does raise an economy
Like would sound agronomy...
I learnt:Big budget in Brazil
For round leather retaining zeal.
Bias has for animals better named Beasts:
Creatures that could us shake in strong seats
They are the ones Satan ably schemes their use
In battles real rather than a ruse…
And he had been chiefly The Selective,
Their offices never The Elective;
A good distance keeps from one this hour
And the next is back for just its power…
For a combat The Beast usable,
Mostly one to Man unthinkable;
An increased tasking of The Reptilian,
Time and again contacting Mammalian…
The scaly slipperiness of snakes
Elusiveness matches that record breaks.
So, it had to be Snake at Eden
To help shape The Question he had asked then.
It was Christ who had Swine linked with him
In a sermon and a hostage to him
But Satan would sooner he wasted one
Than dispatched it to wars that must be won;
Yes, after him, God began to use Snake,
With it dealing with Jews who’d dared rake!
For disgrace of Stoned Godly Naboth dogs:
Nicer than further hitting corpse with logs;
For new slain Christians in fields vulture!
Does trust The Vulture’s Carrion culture…
And A Dragon for Mother and Child
Fire-spitting, Huge Success from being wild.
We heard of the ambush
And we remembered George Bush:
A Radio-Announced Ambush
And we made for some bush,
The man in my front continually push …
One hell of a Lazing Runner
While my heart was Bunsen Burner.
Quick was I to condemn his speed,
Ready to it with fuel feed,
Sure survival was The Rare,
Whenever it became Guerrilla Warfare,
Smart shooters picking off their targets
While The pursued chiefly his teeth grits,
Doing the thing like a Mad March Hare
And choosing to not a lot care.
The man in my front was A Lousy Escapee,
Running and you’d think An Amputee.
My soul grasps how to reap life's unique goal.
Style ushered as an epic quest, a stroll
I'm fraught with findings to an ad-hoc probe
Throughout the time frame of our respite roll.
I was spurned by a hodgepodge of light strobe
By then, I knew what direction to throb
A diaphanous shed haunts our capture
In bearing, there is a celestial globe.
It's a matchless range gain from the ledger
Spite the spirit's sharpness, body's rapture
Chiefly have bestowing way, their insight
Dreamer's best stance is his decoy nature
Upon abyss veiled in sheer azure bright
Kernels had been seared by a dreadful blight
The stubborn mindset that stifles their voice
Tethered a faint guide in the shrouded night
Before drowning, our uttermost darkness
Beset by datum, view, knack, and strictness
Our heart's need, masked by a snarling ego
Bold eye buried by a slight abhorrence.
Written: January 19, 2022
Earth Life Purpose poetry contest
Unseeking Seeker
Eye contact that releases “Sweet Hello”
And as many times “Sweeter Cheerio”,
Budding love sung with optical stereo
The kick started by A Romeo.
Eye Contact that says “Nice to Know you”
Though I’ve yet to be told “who”
Wires of love spark in her eyes,
Speedy request for his names wise
A longing to have her number
His first call to be sure a Bomber!
Eye contact praying for the others E-mail
And this goal achieving without fail
Plus the Spellbinder's residential address
One’s first visit in adorable dress.
But suggest I won’t eye contact
By Adam and Eve disdaining Tact;
Mine happened to have been a rushed pact
That Lord God and Christ lacked…
To soon a relationship enter
With libido at its center;
A love affair start having,
With a precious lot waiving…
Chiefly, knickers, dropping on the floor
Just beside a hurriedly slammed door!
The follies of fools
The lord of fools
The fools that are lords
a leader of the damned
Insane the minority of minions
Deplorable and disdained
Blind in the sight of kings and lords
Jester’s of old orange baboons
In golden flossy glossy wigs
Fleeting hair a top fule lords fake façade
In a flock of tweets and Nitwits
Someone said the one eye
man is lord of the blind in the land
of the blind this fool is king
Dressed in nothing but a red tie
& golden fly away sad toupee
The follies of fools a leader
of the damned doomed
And unschooled the folly of fools
the fule lord of one supreme leader to some
Blind in the sight of kings and lords
Burning Republics building empires,
finding legions of cults
a Cult of personality bleeding, pleading
Scheming at the doors of a CLOSED kingdom
tearing apart the fabric of a nation
For the keys to dominion
Someone once said the one eye man
is lord of the blind in the land
of the blind has a fool for a king
Dressed in nothing but Ignorance.
In golden flossy glossy wigs
Fleeting hair top fule lords FRACTURED façade…
Dic: fule (dialectal, chiefly Scotland) fool
The whitish bird,
Soon in the midst of a herd:
One, two and, soon, a third ….
Partly there to supervise their curd,
Fractionally, to catch their navigating word;
Sometimes around pacing like their king,
While their “moos” in its ears ring.
But chiefly the Egret is visiting a dining table,
Of which a reaching it is capable:
Easily, a pecking pouncing on the parasites.
That their dung-smeared bodies have chosen as sites.
At this, forever,
The ingeniously clever,
Neat-looking Cattle Egret,
Doesn’t an unhygienic meal regret.
Time not only Yesterday changes
But Tomorrow rearranges,
The innocence of unborn babies tainting,
Their celebratory virgin spirit tilting:
A new-born able to screen from passers-by Its nudity
Faster than Adam did after his stupidity.
Time keeps obliging us with coarsened silk
While during us towards a Canaan of sour milk
We’d better we had a dietician justify
And the safety of Its consumption certify…
In the past it was
That Angels would be on Earth for a cause
partly to interact with Mortal Man
And whenever possible drink from his can
But chiefly God’s telegram hand him
Between the very clear and the a-bit-dim,
Fundamentally happy tidings
Or to, Embittered Hagar some bidding…
Then, God’s Seventh Heaven was a bit taller
Than the highest mountains with peaks duller,
Wherefore goose pimples from the heavens broke out,
When the already longish Babel still aimed to thrust out
The prelude to God’s multiplication of tongues
And unleashing of the confusion emanating from lungs.
I see it in cubes cast
And chiefly featuring in breakfast;
In Bread and cake harboured
And in plantains and cereals honoured…
Also in my tea that would gullets pass through,
Its presence in oats holding true.
I see it in packs neatly filled
In layers arranged and sealed,
Each one of them as white as white can be!
Every one of them nearly the honey of a bee.
I’m told The Best Quality is in Havana,
Although readily grows in every Savannah.
A starchy stuff and energy booster,
Raiser of the Weak and sure Mover!
Yet, not a fabulous treat for The Diabetic
None ever, after taking it, ecstatic…
Must, in fact, forget consuming even a single:
Their no no-go area and Bermuda Triangle.
Opening of borders
It deeply touches and bothers
When closed are a country’s borders:
Sealed, helpful channel of a trade
Of super grade.
They needlessly suffer,
Who chiefly feed from neighbour’s offer,
To their radios, a glued concerned ear,
Wanting to a different news hear.
Opening the borders
Is a time-and-again prayer request
Of my panicking brothers
Separated from the Best:
In homilies, giving God’s Angels orders
For intervening scissors on the wires across the borders,
Their knees getting balder
From longer genuflections,
Their faces older
From meditative reflections.
It’s now an active interest in incense
By previous haters of its smell:
A struggle, impressive, to contain a nonsense
And again, The Good, make well.
But opening the borders could be
Unbolting doors to a journeying plague
And vicious bee;
To a virus with a clothing decidedly vague
Or to some penetrative spies
Helping their mission with good lies.
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