2024.12.24 Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa,
I admit, I have been naughty this year,
Still, here is my wish list.
A train set to keep my heart closer to my father.
A cleanable white board to Live Chat with my mother.
A battery operated sound box,
Which can record and say my word every time I want it.
Some metal boxes to keep my USB and SSD as storage.
A plush toy with a monkey face,
Who apparently has been my best mate.
Every day, I sit at the desk to surf on the internet,
May I have a surf board, to surf in the sea and get wet.
With my current family situation,
I really need some miracles and good imaginations,
A book full of tricks will be fantastic.
Better still, if I inherited some magic will be perfect.
Love from B66.
Categories:
cleanable, celebration, christmas, december, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Ed the science teacher encouraged us
To see what floats, the brilliant little cuss
We learned right away that Chet's Mom, she does not play
We ruined her dry-cleanable new velvet suit.
And both of her shoes, and her hat to boot.
But, Ma, it is a science assignment Chet said.
She was so angry, she whooped him and sent him to bed.
So I went home and experimented with stuff in the kitchen.
Pop Tarts, crackers, flour, sugar. Now my mama is ’n.
Lots of things don’t float Mr. Ed. Maybe you are daft in your head.
Categories:
cleanable, science, teacher,
Form: Prose Poetry
COLOR
Color is an agent,
Of beauty,
We use it in beautifying,
Our body.
It’s like flowers,
It’s used in decorating our
Buildings.
It’s like perfumes,
It add value to our,
Body, and it is attract the nature,
But when mixed with water,
It becomes like,
Soured soup.
It is like a,
White shirt,
When durst touches it,
It becomes like unclean
Tarpaulin,
Some are cleanable,
While some are unclean able
Oh!
Yee poets and barristers,
Tell the E.F.C.C and
The I.C.P.C,
That is better to pit on
Colorful cloths,
Then to go necked.
Tell,
The doctors not,
To be like Michael Jackson,
Tell the angelic not to,
Be like infant birds,
Tell the church worshipers,
Like Daniel Ogberi and his,
Wife to put on their,
Red hair cover,
Tell,
Pastor Chris Oyakilome to,
Put on his colorful white suit,
And his white shoes,
For it is better to change,
Our cream,
To change our body
THEMES
1. Changes
2. Seriousness
3. Unchangeable
4. Determination
5. Repentance
Written by poet Virginus ndubuisi.
Categories:
cleanable, beautiful,
Form: Alliteration
COLOR
Color is an agent,
Of beauty,
We use it in beautifying,
Our body.
It’s like flowers,
It’s used in decorating our
Buildings.
It’s like perfumes,
It add value to our,
Body, and it is attract the nature,
But when mixed with water,
It becomes like,
Soured soup.
It is like a,
White shirt,
When durst touches it,
It becomes like unclean
Tarpaulin,
Some are cleanable,
While some are unclean able
Oh!
Yee poets and barristers,
Tell the E.F.C.C and
The I.C.P.C,
That is better to pit on
Colorful cloths,
Then to go necked.
Tell,
The doctors not,
To be like Michael Jackson,
Tell the angelic not to,
Be like infant birds,
Tell the church worshipers,
Like Daniel Ogberi and his,
Wife to put on their,
Red hair cover,
Tell,
Pastor Chris Oyakilome to,
Put on his colorful white suit,
And his white shoes,
For it is better to change,
Our cream,
To change our body
THEMES
1. Changes
2. Seriousness
3. Unchangeable
4. Determination
5. Repentance
Written by poetOkonkwoVirginus.
Categories:
cleanable, beautiful,
Form: Alliteration
A mind of plane mirrors reflects rays of goodness.
It is weightless and indeed stainless,
in it right has a huge castle decorated in flowers of deeds,
roofed in kindness and painted in honesty.
Corruption knows it’s a waste of time
when it comes with its convincing lips and encroaching limbs.
Selfishness eavesdrops on all activities
to plan a way and snatch any opportunity.
Then the fall occurs as hands get dirty.
A heavy load is now placed on the inside,
guilt building a desolate and unkempt street
and its lash felt each time its victim’s name is mentioned.
All these run the batteries of conscience,
making wrong have a flamboyant exhibition.
Not to worry, trouble mind!
This is just a cleanable stain on the wall
of which it hasn’t eaten any solid structure yet.
A true confession and an honest repentance,
stimulated by a bitter drive coming intrinsic,
makes everything look new once again,
confirming the nature of being human
but not any flaw from a good conscience.
Categories:
cleanable, image, imagery, imagination, innocence,
Form: Imagism