despite desolate despair Denise Denniman desperately denied
depression. Devoutly devoted dervishes dictated disbelief and
despair. Dodging dinosauric dipsy-doodle, Denise’s Dippity-doo
demanded direction. Discombobulated directives dishonored
disillusioned dweebs and desperados
my boss is such a crab!
We all giggled at the bar
Truly, he is grouchy and mean
His directives sound like tar
We are laughing our petootsies off
one of the workers falls off her stool
She has no idea about accountant work
She works in a lovely grade school
Street Signs
Before books, there were directives.
STOP in lacquered red.
ONE WAY like doctrine.
Language hung above us—
bright, declarative,
impossible to ignore.
On corners where pigeons argued with wind,
metal decided who belonged:
Harlem. Broadway. Houston.
We inherited arrows
before we inherited choice.
Somewhere between
NO STANDING ANYTIME
and WALK,
we learned to move anyway.
Life changes in a twinkle of an eye;
Naira notes of low value seems high.
One billion naira in bank-: thousand birds in bush,
One thousand naira at hand-: billion get caught with a push.
It doesn't matter the FLOAT in your account,
What matters is the available handy amount.
It doesn't matter how much,
But the little one and its touch.
It doesn't matter if charges are bearable,
What such pains speak are unbearable.
It doesn't matter if you last five hours on queue-
What UNABLE TO DISPENSE cum turn subdue!
POS attendants are seen growing wings,
But they can't fly with MONEY PURCHASED stings.
Bankers hands are off the cause of scarcity,
Opposite CBN directives to circulate off adversity.
Blame should be on who for this loud whistle?
What's on everyone's wrists more than an epistle.
To traders selling cash to POS attendants,
Thanks for been such good assistants.
Living in the world of OPPOSITE at the moment...
Should not make the wrong people an atonement¡
2023 mad
Give unto us, a home that puts God first
To conquer every satanic devilish thirst
Cum subsequent tempted thrill reversed
Giving another try to get heart's conviction coerced
Give unto us, a home fervently strong in prayer
Which would beforehand averts despair
And cement hope grace truly ensnare
With everlasting merciful covenant's flare
Give unto us, a home richly blessed
With housing large enough to have guest
Which glorifies God's name to manifest
What our daily supplications; God bequest
Give unto us, a home where love rules
That not one but both are useful tools
Of efforts to adjust necessary schedules
Creating time for each other unlike fools
Give unto us, a home that nurtures children's sights
Aright in Your directives both in days and nights
That Your wills be their surging appetites
Of Your words as guides in earthly frights
The world fought over haiku
Purists wouldn't compromise or bend the rules
... Finally directives we can understand
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Divorcing self from awful negatives
I step ahead, bouncing through God’s power
Gladly inspired with cheerful directives
To share love's bliss and peace of grace-shower.
Triumphing against selfishness-trial
Freeing from “me-I-mine” so prison-bound
To reach-out for others, sans betrayal
My heart sows goodness seeds on kindness-ground.
Persisting against vain personal gain
I join with fellows midst blest partnership
Prevailing against separation-pain
Creating new vibrant relationship.
*2 John 1:3 Grace be with you, mercy, and peace, from God the Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the Father, in truth and love.
May 16, 2025
8th place, "Divorced" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 5/27/2025
Diminuendo/Pentatoni
Swooh's of oohism
oohgasmic ooh's and
the ah-ooh,
ah;ooh's of ooh-ah's
-
There's ah rhythm to this
that's what I heard
a prefered way of doing it
that's what I heard
guess it aint that simple
Love is only a word
the cat's a little finicky
and the directions blurred
the chore of simplicity
my need to satisfy
a great deal of professionalism
that's the reason why
I can't eat if I
aint working gotta do my thing
got the birds ah chirping
let's hear them sing
There's ah rhythm to this
There's a kinda groove
get's my foot ah tapping
make's my body move
From The Book;
" The Better Understanding"
written By: Ditty-DeWright
The Sound's of a Distorted man
To deepen understanding of love and marriage,
it's a story about a man needing help after finding that love and marriage were not
the prime directives of Church and the Church Community.
Someone gave him a wordless song to help respirt
his then drained soul.
and Offfered him a ticket to a retreat were
they dealt with issues of people and persons:
The Challenging of a Bassoon
"Faith, in whatever your directives may be, will always be at a leap--and that must be so for it will justify the measure of your faith. Albeit, if you choose to will faith be delivered to you on a silver platter, then stand still and it will be done. Leap or bestilled, these are the measures of your faith. The method of approach was to appeal to a greater number because there is an obstacle known as doubt. That will be the impetus for a good measure to fall through the cracks." ... by Poet
Faith yon leap
faith bestilled.
Reach out and touch
bring on a silver tray.
Measure your will
your will be done.
Where there is doubt
there is a crack to fill.
NON NOBIS DOMINE
Significant, back in the day
Was the Knight Templar cross pattee
Red and stout with its flattened ends
A different message that it sends
Papal directives to obey
Significant, back in the day
A secretive knightly order
Sent to the Holy Land border
To take and keep Jerusalem
The holy city, a real gem
Significant, back in the day
Try to keep Saladin away
The order grew and was wealthy
Their cavalry charge not stealthy
For years, kept enemies at bay
Significant, back in the day
Conundrum solvers, puzzle be
Here within the text you see,
Eye two secret missives penned
Crypticwise – responses send
Keek the type, inside lines look,
Thus hidden I’ve words. I took
Wild liberties wit’ my count,
On th’ meter…errors mine will mount.
Let be thrown ‘fore swine words not,
Everyone might try – code’s sought
Through the twist’d poem writ down.
Try first it’s “pithy” mood (nice noun).
Endure should you th’entire note –
Revisiting the “lines” I wrote
So find you might directives mine
Before puzzle hour’s finish line.
Enough conundrum, let us rest.
Forsooth we might pursue this quest
Over “mounds” or over hills. ‘Tis best
Retired, this my rhymed write.
Even though the time is quite
Perfect for to bid good nite,
Unreported – thing one more
Not mentioned it heretofore:
Could you missing thing look for
Owl eyes break as dimming light worms about,
Hollow clap surrenders a sparked ribboning,
Escapees breakout from their misty cells,
Wakes of earthen prints puddling,
Harbored ills bade sanctuary,
A glassy millpond beholds the begotten,
Abrupt warming tempts the absence,
Stirred tea sweetly idling,
An archer colorfully tools the realm,
Directives wondering,
Vibrant life answering,
A stranger to loneliness,
...I felt like being alive.
I always felt like life ought to have larger meaning than I'd ever be able to attribute. Raised in a former Soviet republic by a single parent whose primary, righteously so, goal was to build my character - with utmost morals, good marks, great ethics, perfect behaviour, classic literature and a life goal to achieve. Time wasted was a sin. Beware of idle!
This motto, engraved in my mindset, ruled my life marathon never letting its muscular arms off my back. Never stroked, rather whipped.
Take it easy, relax and chill, lay back or even stop and smell the roses were foreign idioms I wouldn't know how to apply. "Living for myself" sounded like an oxymoron.
And "Love is all we need" wasn't the ground I walked on as a child. Pristine and pragmatic were my compass directives that sharpened my common sense (turned out not to be that common). A very handy trait.
I now dare to impart on my mom what dear life taught me: love is the most powerful sense, taking time to express it is never idle, taking it easy saves the heart beat, and smelling the roses brings out the fragrant presence of Now, all we have.
I love you, mom.
February 9, 2023
"A person who has a zealous mind will gain knowledge, but for the one who lacks zeal, knowledge will be lost."
quote by the poet
I admire those people who are zealous
Happily living life
I do not want to be jealous
That would cause strife
To have my heart overflow with passion
Would be a wondrous thrill
Love is not something to ration
but to fulfill
With genuine zeal I will journey on
Welcoming each new day
Smiling at the first light of dawn
when hope holds sway
Zealously, I tend my garden of friends
Hoping we never part
Wherever my path in life wends
They're in my heart
For obeying God's righteous directives
I have religious zeal
Faith in personal objectives
holds great appeal
January 1, 2023
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
*Image of Renascence Album by SPOT.
Renascence
Dilapidated bulges bore in vain,
Counterproductive methods confirmed risk,
Drawing boards experienced once again,
Twilight oils burn onward past midnight's brisk.
The regeneration of the dormant,
The sedentary rejuvenated,
Characters clash excellent performant,
Old guards revised and emancipated.
The abandoned surrender willingly,
Causation of being its impetus,
The change serves its purpose meaningfully,
Portal outbreaks fictions of stimulus.
Energies perform on high Pegasus,
Directives laid down eyes regenesis.
2022 November 08
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 14
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 November 11
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