Embezzlement or error.? To jail.? Or maybe never.? One is
Now heading the I M F thats sure clear.' The other awaits
Her fate I now hear.? Judging by the position of her peer
Here.. What will the E U? and court dish out.? Well its un-clear.!
I don't think she'll get the same carriage lagarde did.' The gravy
Train might stop? I don't kid' media descibe, 'lagarde though' as a
( rock star? ) do you think thats going quite a bit; too far?
i am double rainbows.
i am the streaks of silver in the old man's hair, i am spiny and bug-eyed.
i am the rainbow around the moon on misty nights. i am cactus eyes with a center of molten gold, i am almond crafted ones that pierce.
i am the smell after it rains. i am the earthworm on the sidewalk, i am the snail on the tall blade of grass, i am the
storm and the sky's tears.
i am the tablespoon of honey you take when you're ill. i am the spiderweb in the corner of your bedroom, i am the
comfort after the chaos of my sickness.
i am silver studded, i am the glowing omniscience of the moon's rays.
i am frightening.
i am the teeth and i am the blood and i am the bone,
i am the jaws that rip through soft skin
i am sharp teeth gnashing at any sign of emotion
and i will never take what i dish out for
my word is law.
a strange man comes with
stranger impulses after all;
i just hope you think i am beautiful.
Let me lay my head on your lap
Tell you about my day at work
See you nod and hum as I talk
Just one last time.
Let me taste your food one more time
Sit and watch you cook
Watch you pick every bone with care
Count the bowls as you dish out.
Let me talk to you, just once more
Be completely honest this time
Tell you when I'll visit next
Not be shy in your presence.
Let us sit and talk, one more time
Not in Themne, but in Krio
So we can laugh out loud
As you share your stories.
I just need a hug, a kiss on my forehead
That silver coin you gave for school
I want to see you hide it away
Keeping it safe from others.
If there is a need to know what goodness really means,
Then that's when the purity of your heart needs to be seen,
And the reason why greatness has clung unto you since your teens,
So, anyone not giving you credence for your brilliance is committing nothing but a grave sin,
The vivacity in your smiles is enough panacea to wake up dead emotions,
The sparkles of your handsomeness cause affectionate commotions,
You exhibit intelligence as if smartness is on your exclusive promotion,
You effortlessly dish out wisdom as an off the cuff donation.
Success daily flows into your home like an endless river,
The reason why your level of greatness still has no rival,
'Cos your longstanding achievements are what others are just celebrating as their new arrivals,
That's the extent to which your accomplishments are making others to quiver.
May each day of your life be filled with overpowering happiness,
May you be blessed with good health in awesome plentifulness,
May God's abundant blessings surround your home in astounding exclusiveness,
May you live long in spectacular richness.
Donald J. Trump
does not live in some cheap dump.
He can afford to dish out a lot of hush money
to pay off his "stormy" p**n-star honey.
Roses meticulously petaled,
as a path to the bubbling tub.
An invitation to pleasure my senses,
where my baby lays in sight.
Champagne chilled on ice,
legs simmer in delight,
strawberries foamed in the mouth,
signaling me to take a bite.
She calls upon my lips,
tongue twirls to our rhythmic routine,
clothes lost to the puzzled tiles,
as I sink in to her warmth, in sync.
She thirsts for me,
as her eyes wonder about,
where my body ends or begins,
fingers trace the spine of mine.
Dare devils dish out dirty minds.
In this hushed afternoon,
we shall sin beautifully,
until time whispers, Goodnight.
19 June 2022
for the 'Free Verse - Old or New' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
One two,
each story has styles that glue
Three four,
no struggle listening to the core
Five six,
tales of awesome mix
Seven eight,
in between, songs interrelate
Nine ten,
no miss will you jot with pen
Eleven twelve, African folktales under the moon awesomely delve
One three,
gather under the tree
Two four,
sit comfortably on the floor
Five seven,
hope to hear from heaven
Six eight,
open your minds as the elders voice dictate
Nine eleven,
not only for fun, do catch up the leaven
Ten twelve,
morals are easily dish out to shelve
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
Some may think they’re an aficionado
but do they hold a poetry degree
They sit on their high horse with bravado
it’s from there that they cast judgement on me
I have seen some dish out trophy places
which unsurprisingly go to their friends
Such blatant favoritism disgraces
and deters others picking up their pens
Not all of the sponsors are impartial
sadly some can’t write the forms that they set
They judge poems and not a court martial
so will I enter their contests – you bet!
I consider John’s a discerning judge …
Will I get first place if he’s bribed with fudge?
A somewhat tongue in cheek poem for
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
05/04/21
Christmas is the season of joy!
It’s the time to party and enjoy!
So I bought whipped-cream cakes for my boy.
I wonder if he still thinks of me giving him a toy.
I overheard the Christmas anthem on the street.
I saw my friend Ernest bopping on his feet.
“Would you like to come and do the toast?”
I said “Bye! Not now! I still need to roast…”
My grocery food bags were as many as Christmas balls.
Shall I make a star-spangled dish out of these bowls?
And I thought of cooking buttered-chicken with parmesan cheese.
My woman loves them much and so I could please.
As I was looking at those Christmas lights under the moon,
I felt the rush of excitement heading back soon.
I was enclosed in isolation for years in a Mideast dome.
Yet now is my moment to spend Christmas at home.
Did I hear someone say, “is he for real?”
You betcha, this is me, the real damn deal
No airs, no facade
Just a simple old sod
Happy to dish out giggles with my highfalutin spiel
Under the illusion of a crimson sky
Demons devoured hot steak ale pie
The sky was blue, not crimson yet
What they discussed was a secret you’d bet
Skin pure pale and white
Seemingly staring at me what sight
Restrictions and rules like meanders in valleys
Sing deviously plotting their rallies
Sighs of desperation, disbelief and uncertain times
Hidden agendas of elite and their crimes.
Hand out the dollars, dish out the pounds
Keep deaf ears falling on our resisting sounds.
Keep believing the lies of these clowns
While wearing on our foreheads constant frowns
The demons ate their steak ale pie
Under the illusion of the corruption and lie
The sky has turned crimson from brilliant blue
And the sheep led people do not have a clue.
Joy comes from God; He is forever, faithful and true.
When we say "I trust You", joy returns to Him.
We plan ahead for our kids like we should -
good food, warm clothes, education.
We pray and introduce them to Jesus
for they are precious gifts from God.
But in the end, joy is all about trust -
God's strength comes by their choice.
Joy comes for us when we see them succeed
in school, in work, in marriage, in church.
Through ups and downs, even when they disobey,
we encourage trust through prayer for forgiveness.
Joy comes as God, as our Father intercedes
affirming their wise choice of Jesus as the Truth.
That is what brings real joy to this parent,
Knowing this: when they put their faith in Him,
the damage predators dare to dish out
is overcome as Jesus cares for our kids and us.
Showing folks we know, He is in control;
His strength is sufficient for what comes our way.
Joy comes from God; He is forever, faithful and true
When we say "I trust You", joy returns to Him.
Date Written: September 1, 2020
Name of Contest: Joy of the Lord
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Welcome New Year
I'm glad that you're here
But quickly the drama sets in
The world as I know it
Is changing
And I'm begin greeted
By some really strange things
I mean
Issues, after issues,
Followed by more issues
So Drama, if you think I'll accept defeat by you this year
Well you have another thing coming
Because I strongly refuse
To allow you to sneak up on me
Like a thief in the night
Drama you have no idea of who you're facing
I hope you're really for a good fight
No more will I allow you to catch my off guard
And YES, your curve balls have been coming kind of hard
But not hard enough to knock me down
Instead I've caught them all with a frustrated
Never allowing the satisfaction of seeing me frown
New, you'll never have the joy of seeing me sweat
I'll take everything you dish out
And I'll hand it over to God
Because you know as well as I know
With him I'm as best as best can get
I bet you never recognized that I was standing on his promises
And here, I mean right here
Is where I'll stay
So once again welcome to the New Year
Drama
But I hope you go on about your merry way
Yes, I talk to my cat...
it’s good therapy and
soothes her wandering...claws.
Over the years I’ve exercised
my imagination on her neurons.
I’ve told here things you
would not believe,
it’s for a good laugh.
She’s fascinated whenever
the furnace comes on and goes off;
I tell her, “It’s okay, it’s just
the dragon downstairs.
He keeps us warm by
blowing his fiery breath.
Since he’s a small dragon,
he’s not likely to start any fire.”
Her separation anxiety
could deafen the neighbors,
but it drives me batty.
She’s always in my lap,
yawning...I say,
“I watch out!
Your head could snap backwards
and you could accidentally
swallow yourself and
how would we get you out?”
We don’t have birthday’s
we have, “bird-days” and
add on a bird every year;
all for the cat.
Some days we go
mousey hunting...
opening every door on everything;
peering inside calling...
”Mousey! Where are you?”
Lifting the corners of carpets;
peering into boxes.
Of course, we only find them if
I’ve been to the pet store for a supply.
Boy, the crap I dish out
to keep her calm.
Trees don't commit suicide
Trees don't wake up one morning and end it all
Like humans
Trees don't give up or give in
Trees persist and persevere for millions of years
Image a world
If California Redwoods took their own lives
To die in mass suicide
Trees have a purpose and a knowing
That all life is precious and a gift
Buddha found enlightenment by
sitting under the Bodhi tree
I have witness trees take the worse that Nature
can dish out when they are split in half and they still choice to live
Trees are life
and trees are the Tree of Life
If you come across a dead tree on the ground surface
then man took its life or the tree time was up naturally
Long live trees
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