Pure and sinful. Saintly and filthy.
An angry dog. Teeth sharp and gnashing. I don’t understand why I’m so angry.
A warning shot before I’m put down. Knocked to the ground, air leaves my lungs in form of sharp breath.
Mans best friend is a quiet woman and lord only knows I am not.
Perfect until my mouth opens.
Then I have opinions and am devalued.
I am bark and bite.
Dog. .
Put me on a leash and lead me around, why don’t you?
I will drag my heels and disobey.
Nip at you and run away.
Mans best friend is a woman that submits.
So I bend the rules and run wild.
Tall grass tickles my legs.
Morning dew drips.
Stray.
Lobby staff of elect titles carry extension over fund
Interest in devalued commodity spends
SHADES OF BLACK
Always look forward, they say, not back
Yet some of a certain age and persuasion
Would find that contrast of lesser appeal
As dull grey everyday issues are too real
Trying to keep daily life on an even keel
Just a smile and nod to suit the occasion
Still to recognise several shades of black
How things were, are now, and will be
It’s like a gradient leading gently down
Perhaps slow to realise that it is a slope
And yet never doubting if one will cope
Saving a devalued currency that is hope
Behind the eyes, one can wear a frown
Such that there’s no need for sympathy
There is no map nor any clear direction
By now, none should ever be surprised
What earthly inheritance is for the meek
When it’s only written words that speak
Some may consider such a future bleak
But there’s still joy that can be realised
When finally discovering the connection
MEANING
Can meanings of words run out
A bit like when a battery is low
No longer quite able to sustain
The punch we’ve come to know
Now, like a devalued currency
Almost worthless copper coins
Once proud, yet now destitute
As the sad queue it finally joins
Maybe love is now such a word
Of deep feeling, a pale reflection
Once was used, but now abused
Unworthy of much introspection
It doesn’t even feel like evolution
As words get replaced by others
It is like a weakening generation
Always hiding under the covers
A subtle trend, but all’s not lost
If we might alter our behaviours
Trying more speech and singing
Could poets now be our saviours
Wasted man in a wasted land
He got no hope of survival
Cos his country is highjacked
By corrupt leaders
Who never care about the benefits
Of their people
But their own selfish interest
He got no job
So each moment he is always
On alcohol
Drinking away his pains sorrows and agony
There is no future for him in a wasted land
Destroyed and devalued
by his greedy leaders
So he never mind with alcohol to get wasted
Wasted man in a wasted land
So many men are similar to wasted men
They got no means of survival
It too difficult to survive
Under a tough and hard core leaders
That really don't look after the common man
They allow them to waste with out care
Or support
And they create desperate
wasted men like the
Wasted man in the wasted land
Have you felt decreased, diminished, disregarded, and devalued?
Have you had a rendezvous with dejection and rejection?
Have you ever been marginalized, minimized,
And unrecognized as you struggled to survive?
In your attempt to stay on 'top of things',
Has someone gone 'low' on you?
Have you ever been overcharged,
Overlooked, or overworked?
In your pursuit of resolutions,
Endless despair seems to fill the air,
And you find dispensers of negativities.
Keep looking, because somewhere out there,
Is a world filled with those who really do care.
And keep listening, if you dare, and you will hear
Timely words of Faith designed with you in mind.
Faith in The Father.
Faith in The Family.
Faith in The Fellowship.
Faith in The Future.
Faith in Friendships.
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Graduate with mission and purpose,
Focus on financial breakthrough
But get a financial slavery...
I have the skills, qualifications
and personal strength align with your
need and mission,
I am the right person for the job,
remains the anthem....
Labour market with labour without freedom,
Life schedule becomes dissipate,
Remuneration with commission,
Referrals with workload,
dreams in feeble..
Time consumption without liberty,
In-depth review to decide fate..
Irrelevancy engulfed,
You're no longer needed,
Disesteem devalued..
Faded without glory..
That's just our Story ..
WALKING
a dreary walk by the beach
a violent exercise
sand between the toes
uncomfortable
AGE
never too old to love
life begins at sixty
a string of white hair
old age begins to show
KISS
dance of the tongues
a prelude
to a sexual adventure
France devalued
DEFICIENCY
the mind thirst for knowledge
As the heart hunger for love
in my barren body
there is only famine
MONSTROSITY
The failure of a life
Hoping for happiness which in itself is a monstrosity
And those who desire it are severely reprimanded
The truth of it all, felicity is strife!
Nigeria my Country
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions
Lies prostrate at the crossroads
Insurgency an anathema in our country
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence
Human lives are more devalued
Than our cursed currency
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more
The Shepherd has lost control
And the flock scattered
In all directions
Don’t cry my beloved country
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges
Nigeria looks beautiful
But woe betide every Partaker
In this national calamity!
The scars unseen
We are the problems
You have created
If only you could be honest
This hungry humans could
Have been peaceful
Why are you running
Were are you running to
Of course
A man that set his house
On fire will definitely
Be homeless
You better finish all
You started
Cos you can't run away
From your nemesis
The scars unseen
We are the issues
You need to fix
You can't withhold the life's
Of your people and expect royalty
We are wounded by your lies
Our life's are devalued by your
Brutal governance
We are dying on daily bases
So you can't run away now
You cant be unseen
We are the issues
you need to fix
We are the ones who
Elected you
Is so sad and obvious
That with all the brutal scars
Of ours
to you it is just ordinary
The scars unseen
Dedicated to them
Yes them that are
The causes of
The scars unseen.
"Mouth is not a dumping ground to dump anything tasty found"
Quote by Author
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Only with good food one can meet
life's challenges, achieve great feat
With enthusiasm everyday greet
Remain energetic, always on one's feet
Cherish the food you eat
Life is with problems replete
Our sensual desires entreat
Satisfying senses, solving problems
We skip, swallow have health problems
Chew well, timely you eat
We only think of good taste
Our knowledge sleeps disgraced
If health, hygiene were embraced
We can reduce problems faced
Always good food you eat
Food provides benefits multitude
While eating express your gratitude
Toward food change your attitude
Eating should not be devalued
Respect the food you eat
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06.04.2021
Contest Name : Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsor : Constance La France
Last line of each stanza rhyme with each other
How much is your love?
Finance has a signature sign in any kinship
Monetary status together with relationship status is
-to love and to hold
-to value in debit
-to deposit till positive
credit is due, love is true
(These are the vows on the love voucher
A coup payment from cupid)
A security to the fund of life
But its revenue can come with expenses
As expectations exceeded expenditure
negative on the balance
This loan applies to marriage and cohabitation
how and who gets to account for what and when
is savings on the investment
Budget for your emotions
what or who to spend your feelings, as well as assets on
wants and needs are human condition in trade
fluctuating with the living standards
Regulate your mandate before going on to date
The paper note has devalued the love note
How much is your love?
Hope you have a better rate to ex-change
How do you lay off a writer…
unemployment assured
In labored obscurity,
his fortune unscored
How do you invest in a future
that’s devalued today
When checks never balance
—and words will not pay
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Every sport man’s first ID card,
On him imposing, a period to be on guard;
When the slimmest interest shows in financial gain,
And inglorious quitting is the pain!
Not that affluence one does detest:
Mounting pressures from the east and the west,
One’s body and teeth sometimes rattling
While with an irksome low rating battling.
A time of anxiety about recommendation:
Occasional acting of one under intimidation.
Determined pursuits of excellence before judges:
One can The Amateur see as he sometimes budges.
Not the type to be heard dropping happy hums;
A continual heading for home with paltry sums
Likely to be rather caught writing his elegy
Because of his devalued burnt energy!
In football, members of countryside clubs
Making fortunate appearances in a local league.
On the pitch less of lions and more their cubs
And somewhat destined to enact scenes of less intrigue:
A status that doesn’t much thrills offer,
Its bearers’ faces undisclosed diseases suffer.
If my choice for the presidency should lose
And I see how devalued my vote was worth
If I suffer great disappointment at the news
Still, never will I forsake the land of my birth.
I am a proud American!
I shall defend to my last dying gasp for clean air
The Constitutional rights we, the people, hold dear
I shall stand up to the ragtag anarchists who dare
To drag our country into a raging cesspool of fear.
I am a proud American!
I do not know what one man alone can accomplish,
But together, if we strive to achieve our loftiest goals,
The greatness that is America will not diminish
With freedom, honor, and virtue at the controls.
I am a proud American!
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