Tick tock,
No time for her son,
‘On Tiktok bleeping her cleavages to strange men,
Social media hallucination,
living a lie,
Here, everything is perfect,
The sky is blue, it never rains,
Everyone is rich & poverty is slang on the lips of black men,
Here, love is beautiful;
Till breakfast is served in court,
We lie too much,
Like politicians, our tongues are twisted,
Curled, tangled, braided in self-deceit,
Sometimes God doubts he created us,
We lie too much.
Categories:
cleavages, family, fantasy, lust, technology,
Form: Free verse
there was a tuned time
when wet wits' wiles
pricked pestered passion
fragile fills foiled fracture
there was a drooling decade
when wanky wields waited
on meagre melody, clogged cleavages
hampered hanker humming hymns
there's this mystic metamorphoses
smothered time trails on lanky lips
of tampered technology, squashed syllables
dripping dances etched in gaunt gullibles
this time is a bruised bile
cooked in cauldron of vile vices.
'20:05:20:19:42
Note: of gaunt generation.
Categories:
cleavages, technology,
Form: Sonnet
Yi feng xìn
Dear Motherland,
hope meagre moments yet dance
throwing taunted thrills
to the fostering figs?
Dear Motherland,
do the sassy streams with flaps
on diminuendo and crescendos' rhythm
yet maintain the lusty lyric?
Dear Motherland,
does frolic Kanji dam
basked in mushy currents
wins the mercies of fame yet?
Say nought, dear Motherland,
moments are now cleavages of trance
dark dribbles suck their nectar
puking punctured alakazam
Don't freak out, dear Motherland,
technology's tongue poked had
made callous confetti
of salient streams and their rhythms
Be not so ashamed, dear Motherland,
I heard the nauseating tale of our dam:
he's aged, broken limbs with no staff,
and smothered wits balming his laps.
'20:04:26:18:40
Note: Of moaning motherland (Nigeria).
Categories:
cleavages, sad,
Form: Sonnet
In the beginning
I saw her pretty face
Smiling with her teeth with space
I watched her bend over to tie her shoe lace
And I could see her cleavages with enough space.
In the follow up
I approached her
She said her name is Nina
I told her I was feeling her
She didn't say thanks,not a compliment to her
Her friends kept giggling, like I Couldn't stand a chance with her.
On another day
She was looking like a diamond
Reflecting the sunlight,being adored
I walked up to her and this time it worked
Because her friends were absent,we talked
And as we walked we bonded like ironic bond
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Categories:
cleavages, crush, cute love, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
In this flavoured sunny sentences
I tell you with sweetened mouth;
I am not dead but alive and lively.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am here with you in a honoured spirit,
My legacy still stand tall and brave;
My words remain alive in the pretty air.
Written placard in the cleavages of the sky,
Sand dust of the past wailing perfectly,
My ghost can not be googled anywhere.
When looking at tomorrow with a closed eyes,
How easy it is to lie to a strange stranger,
About the death of who still lives;
To create with strangers the versions of a life
You've imagined dead why he lives among the living.
Pick up those flowered flowers littered here and there,
Gather those tears shaded and return to their owners,
The casket should be given to the termites for food.
Do not stand at the door of my grave and weep,
I am not dead but alive in words and deeds.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
cleavages, art,
Form: Blank verse