In three hundred, I pulled without fear,
From my dentition, a grin quite sincere
Clichés serve as my balm,
In the chaos, my psalms
Yet to some; I might seem quite unclear,
With words throbbing back in my head,
I ponder the things that I've said
Did commentation run dry,
As I reached for the sky?
Or am I just tangled in dread?
The gallery, it holds all my grace,
While some think I'm lost in the space
But in laughter and rhyme,
I still bide my time,
In this curious, chaotic embrace!
MAMA PRAY FOR ME
In your deepest chamber Mama,pray for me
To know who deserves my door and who worths not my window
For i have seen those who destroyed a man
Attend his funeral to console his widow
Pray me to understand the pain and harm
Of such sayings that mandates betrayal on life
I am but troubled when men spread their arms
For the closer the embrace the deeper the knife
Deadlier is the act when men and demons toast
I have heard tales of guests who poisoned their host
With the right hand do men bury their hatchets
And from their left hand strike with sharpened matchetes
Say a prayer for me and repeat my petition
For these days even the devil is rebirthed a saint
What better meal have i to offer my dentition
Since the teeth now bites the fingers that feeds it?
LizDiamond World Of Poetry
A SONNET FOR YOU
By: A Josh!
The sun gossips thy beauty,
'Cos it pierces than she does.
Your pistol eyeballs of duty,
Shoots off Juveniles' eyeballs.
The ray that beems from your face,
Varies to all pleasant phase.
The smile inscribe in your physiognomy,
Summons emotions in hurry.
Your dentition makes me kinda wonder,
If truly thou art a being; Of course you're a wonder.
I would have archetyped you to daffodils,
But they look old when the sun sprays her ordeals.
I'll say but their is a spell attach to you,
And that's your facial rule.
17:15:08:08:25
Written for a friend
When I hear Christmas bells jingle,
I recall the days of frisky kiddies.
I wonder: what stifled the giggles,
the white unsoiled dentition,
the charming rosy dimples,
sparkling eyes on snowy cakes,
cold December cozying up the heart.
My ear pricks up at sound of Noel;
nostril sniffs fries off the cuisine,
throat tickles, acts out a gurgle.
Christmas Day is a year in coming;
yet we've not time to ponder how time
nibbles our span, always wishing all
A Happy Christmas and a rough road.
We're happy, lost in celebrations,
the end of which we dare not mull
till we face up to His Coming,
and wonder what a happy Christmas.
Indeed, a Happy Christmas!
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
I’m most in need of a pure dentition
to make each of my flow stay correct
I fall to her hype of perfection
on each of her ten Nays, I resurrect
the ship sail gets bad on navigation
my mast so shy and not for once erect
one hit and more give the irrigation
wets my big hope with her nod direct
a new dawn but seem not from the sun
the race was long on a rose who’s the run
it is the end and I give a big yawn
I now hold her hand and think time will bend
all love SMS gets real on each send
she’s now in love, this I can’t comprehend.
I shriek as surreal spells strike
Scampering for somewhere to shelter
‘Dad…’I intoned like Isaac, on my handset
‘Is there no ram for the sacrifice?’
Father himself, stumped for words
Quakes like a child with wobbling lips
I shudder in perils of swords of Damocles
Of which my snivels make no sense
And my cry of no concern
I was meant to rule
I was told soon my hands will sway the scepter
I had left back my mum’s kisses
To offer my ration for my nation
Now I stand overwhelmed by derisive cachinnators
Crackling with bloodied dentition
To taste the bitter fruits of seeds I never sowed
Reaping a harsh harvest, unbidded and unbargained
Imagining the part of me to have a first bite
Tell my mother to see through this dusk
Tell my father I tried to be a man as he taught
Tell my country I am also one of her finest
She comes in her Queenly Gait.
Not of Royalty but a Queen she is.
Her stride the Glide of Elegance.
Her Complexion the Early Morning Shine.
Her Carriage a Graceful Glamour.
Her Dentition the Glister of Gem.
Her Smile an Alluring Appeal.
Her Voice a Sonorous Rhythm.
Her Physique the Built of Venus.
Her Beauty the Glow of Nature.
Her Person is None but You.
She is You and You are Her.
HAPPY VALENTINE.
It was one of those days I was having my downs.
Just sitting by myself in a glooming mood.
Then someone passed by.
With intent in my eyes I looked.
What I saw brightened my day.
I saw beauty,I saw you.
Then I said Hello and you said Hi.
It was with a cavity of gap-toothed dentition,
wearing a sparkling smile that was alluring,
and I fell in love.
When we talked,your voice was like
the clapping sound of a happy welcome,
and I fell in love again.
And I have been in love with you since then.
They say Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.How true this is.
I believe everyone who sees you sees the beauty in you.
But I see more than just the beauty.
I see you and just you.
Love comes in colours.I see Red,my colour and the colour of love.
Beauty comes in hues,your hue a glowing Ebony Black.
Beauty comes in height,yours is one so much admired.
Beauty comes in shapes,yours,what adorable physique.
Beauty comes in carriage,you've got such a gaity poise.
Beauty comes in Dental formation,you have such a snow-white glittering
dentition.
Beauty comes in the look of the eyes,yours the Sparckling of a clear bright crystal
ball.
Beauty comes in the kind of Lips you've got,yours so succulent and so inviting for
plantation of kisses.
Beautycomes in Strands of hair.Your hair cascading down your shoulders like
water fall,framing your pretty face.
Beauty comes in your walk,yours the glide of a Queen.
Behold,you are my Queen,my Beauty Queen.
The one I see as the Epitome of Beauty.
My admiration for your love is all of the above and much more than I can put down
in written words.
Sweetheart,the thoughts of you floods my mind.
I long to hold,caress and love you always,but
just can't because you are not here with me.
In my minds eye,I can see your Pretty face as
it glows than the Moon,shines brighter than
the brightness of the Sun,and is clearer than
the clarity of a Crystal.
Your beauty gleams more than the glister of
gemstones,and your dentition sparkles than
the Snow-Capped Peak of a Mountain.Your eyes
so dreamy and sexy,but with a cool mien like
the Ocean.I still hear your laughter with that
sweet sonorous voice,like a singing bird
celebrating the dawn of a new day.
I feel you sweetheart,I really do.
Your Romantic eyes,so Alluring.
Your Nose,the Handwork of Nature.
Your Cheek,always with a Calid Glow.
Your Lips,a smooth Coaster-rolling
Lickable bumbs,so inviting.
Your Charming Smile,like the Whispers
of the Clouds,so Disarming.
Your Dentition,the Sparckle of the Stars,
only comparable to the Glitters of Gemstone.
Your Sonorous Voice,with the Velvety
Garnishing,announcing its Uniqueness.
Your Laughter,the Beckoning sound of a
Happy Welcome.
Your Mouth.,Embers of Loving Wetness.
Your Tongue,a Willing Lollying Tenant
in your mouth.
Your Kiss,a Clicking Sound of Love Rhythm.
Your Moaning,a Sexy Music to the
Loving Ears.
All,Highlighting the Adorable Nature of your Face.