My clauses stating DOS/DONTS' dye
My smile' peep winking else whole laugh so wild
My fearful feet walking away instead of reversed silent arms hanging over
My cheek panting softly with dimples as a choice for lips filming tour without guide
My frown in odds speaking record conversely to gaze felicitating mime so deeper
My calls ever seen preference to beeps unnoticed much of returns
My text back from home suggesting chat paints factory waste of funs
My life-- sere melting love for convenient fantasy
My plead guilty for crown amidst apologies needed a bit
My pistol jilting for feedback alternating firing training section's celibacy
My jams too long off beat contrary to freestyles solo refrain's treat
My grace of its will did see mercy
instead faith of its peace do measure
My silence than necessary spending leisure as a substitute for words unspoken that rule treasure
My heart that will never say goodbye
But what have you plant?
The heart questioned — prolonged silence
gestures lay down imaginary evidence
the voice breaks before the word “fidelity”
and every gaze becomes a piece of proof.
I question the obvious: love or habit?
the clauses of desire tangle, fold back
in the shadow of promises, I lay down my doubts
witnesses from the past whisper half-words.
Verdict: to love is not a contract,
but a freedom judged by the lucidity of the heart.
Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end.
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due
to her lack of reality.
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging.
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch .
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences
The formulas to be remenised
The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes
Detailing the need of men
To procreate
Words, like a gentle breeze, can whisper untold tales,
Carrying secrets through meadows and rustling in sails.
They can build winding sentences with clauses that flow,
Connecting ideas where knowledge can grow.
But words can also storm with righteous might,
Unleashing emotions that set wrongs to the right.
They can twist and turn with a poet's keen art,
Creating unseen worlds that capture the heart.
So choose your words wisely, with purpose and care,
For they have the power to build or tear.
Like the wind and the storm, they can soothe or sting,
But in a poet's hand, a beautiful song they can sing.
1952. Curfew was on and roads were vacant.
Some armed hands were still haunting there
To hush every possible roar or uprising rant
With the spiteful hammer of thunderous fear.
But a murmur of revolution was soon heard
As thousands of spirited people marched on
With the resilience of restoring their barred
Language from the threshold of extinction.
They protested peacefully carrying placard
Of their clauses until the armed hands fired
And soaked them with blood in vain to retard
Undying voices that can never be smothered.
Each drop of the sacrificial blood has built
the monument of revolution that will always
Shine as a star of Devotion and forever quilt
The vigorous souls with its contagious rays.
Their immortal death blazed a fire of liberty
in hearts that were in the grip of oppression.
Soon, it became a furnace that burned Deity
Of Oppression and Bangladesh was born.
We are the only bonds of pleasure
We drink a cup of wine at night
A slave in the illusion, in the illusion of our pleasure
Don't think otherwise, don't have a heart
Alone in the night of the rush of dreams
Steps slowly in the dark
Bring your imagination with us
We are the only chains of pleasure in illusion and calamity
As you were stilling down the pine avenues
You caught a despaired twinkle in your eye
That had a semblance of doubt and perplexity,
When your eyes meet the sky, your mind twisted
Downward to the center of tremendous opportunity
In the midst of an overcoming shadowy Figure,
Then as a crimson Passer-by noticed everything
Of the confrontation between clauses of the sharp
Suitor and of a shark swingling, creeping, dwindling
By the the Ocean of your innermost hell,
There in front of a café where you used to meet her
Your hands caress the pavement that you judge
Too frail like the sounds of whisking by, controled,
Scrowled by the scowl of your inner feelings,
You stump your feet then High Heavens
Everything around you turns to Yellow deciphering :
The Sun has shined by the Rivulet of demise!
Open Word Classes
In language there are classes, we are told,
Of words both new and old.
Nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs too,
And among them, open word classes few.
Nouns, the names of things and beings,
Verbs, actions that give them meanings.
Adjectives, describing how things are,
Adverbs, telling when and where they occur.
But in the open classes, there is more,
Words that keep growing, like an open door.
Interjections, expressing emotion pure,
Conjunctions, connecting clauses sure.
Prepositions, showing position and relation,
And articles, signaling a specific sensation.
These open classes, ever-changing and free,
Reflect the dynamism of language, you see.
For new words can be added with ease,
As culture and technology shift and tease.
And though rules and structure remain,
Open classes expand, our language domain.
So let us celebrate the open word classes,
For they reflect how language amasses.
A rich and diverse range of expression,
For us to use in endless succession.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
Dear God, this is your old tried and tested friend, Milt,
I’ve always been a friend of your son, Jesus the Christ
You know since childhood I have worshipped you full tilt.
But, on occasion, I’ve felt like I’m the victim of a heist,
And my tithe is being used to promote radical causes
I’ve always been a friend of your son, Jesus the Christ.
“Love thy neighbor” is one of those essential clauses,
My Christian community is turning away the homeless
And my tithe is being used to promote radical causes!
I always thought “welcoming the stranger” timeless,
But my church wants sovereign borders and walls
My Christian community is turning away the homeless.
My ancestors all came from distant lands of the Gaels,
Foreigners seeking a place where they can live in peace,
But my church wants exclusive borders and solid walls.
I love America and may it, as a secure haven, increase
Dear God, this is your old tried and tested friend, Milt,
Foreigners seeking a place where they can live in peace,
You know since childhood I have worshipped you full tilt.
For a diet there’s a number of clauses,
and natural food brings many applause's,
so for veggies I yearned,
until I soon learned,
most of us die from natural causes.
Words keep coming
But they mean nothing
Your world is in terror
Your face frozen in horror
Phrases and clauses put together,
You can’t understand altogether
Thoughts are running through your head,
Never be able to stay ahead
They make no sense,
Utter nonsense
You try to make the pieces fit
But what you made is not it
Forever in torment,
Never entertainment
Stuck in the endless maze,
Trapped forever in the haze
Not able to for a word
No single noise heard
But the raindrops fall anyways
And you and motivation part ways
Written on November 4, 2020
- HEADLINE NEWS -
NORTH POLE
By:Jim Acosta
CNN
Mrs Claus said something so obscene is Santa's ear!
He turned beet red and said, "Look up, lovely wife
at the winter skies, wifey, my dear!"
Up, she did look, and he gave her a vaccine as a surprise.
Being an avid, known vaccine hater,
She despised how he had baited her!
The elves came out,to get the lovely couple calmed down.
After all, Christmas could not start with neither an argument
nor a frown!
The concerned elves made some strong eggnog, extra loaded
with the strongesst rum..
The Clauses soon mellowed out!
For a hug, a dance and then some~~~
Santa got off, on time,without a hitch!
All children got their wishes and toys!
So very blessed, and our world was so joyfully enriched!
12-23-2020
MERRY. CHRISTMAS
***PANAGIOTA AND FAMILY***
Friendship is also a contract entering into by two parties binding two hearts with no clauses therein to demand anything than standing for love, trust and understanding.
Six relatives have I, all much like me.
The ones most common are WHICH, THAT and WHO.
There’s also WHOM. A formal dude is he.
WHOMEVER and WHOEVER I like too.
These relatives, with last name “Pronoun” are
quite important fellows, for their causes
include being descriptive. Each one’s a star
showing up to start adjective clauses.
Partial just to people is dear WHO,
WHOM, used less often, has a formal ring.
WHICH likes animals and things too.
THAT likes folks, animals or anything!
Having the distinction of universally
applying to people, the two that have this fun
are WHOEVER and WHOMEVER, but don’t forget me!
Unique am I. My name is WHOSE – the possessive one.
November 12, 2020
For Caren Krutsinger's Six Relatives Poetry Contest
Knees against a forehead
Eyes hiding with no one searching
Feet chilled by the warmth of a tile
Anger ballooning, despair puncturing
Passive by nature, tortured by sutures.
Drops flow to flood, from transparent to red
Bonds of blood, not bound to bear
Actions seen, a joke glinting of an edge
Words could soothe, if only the tone was true
Tomorrow made fictitious, by every second passed.
Rest should be a means to recover
Dreams are feint where reality threads
Asleep but awake, lying is deceptive
Living in doubt, fear is a constant draught
Misery presides over expression, concealment, a futile tendency.
Able limbs, succumb to aching muscles
Exercise relieves, when discipline is not limp
Reflections diminish, definitions visibly inhibited
Comfort is sought in volumes, defeat consumes most
Hungry for happiness, groping for restraint.
Silence strangles, vocalisations stuttered
Language a forte, tearing away at a fort
Coherency absent, clauses incomplete
Penance maybe, for cultured sins
Seeds of hope, infertile to a depressed soul.
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