Ensure Poems | Examples

Shey Faaji Lo

Ayaba, Let's go to Oniru beach
Where I can be your man, and you my ,
With the waters splashing on our feet,
Ayaba Let's ensure boredom suffers defeat;
While the palm fronds clap and whistle around,
And the ambiance of paradise abound,
We fit take time chop some jollof rice,
Fried tolo tolo overdosed with spice;
African queen is what the JBL is playing,
But we ain't listening to what it's saying
For our hearts are singing a song more melodious 
So beautiful that even tubaba go dey jealous;
Ayaba, you may been from the clan of yemojas,
Thou with the nicest curve and the baddest ass.
Dey with me as I stroke the length of African afro,
Cos I dey feel like say I don dey drunk with your shayo!

Niggyraslife the poet #2025

Potential Romance

SKEPTICAL THOUGHTS UNDERMINE VERBAL WARMTH
as offered aloud from masculine parted lips.
When brain doubts unexpectedly burst forth,
ensure same feminine brain shreds them to strips.

MOONLIT NIGHTS OBSERVE POTENTIALLY QUED 
magic often downward fracture and fall apart
when a man’s truth isn’t evidentially clued
to a willing and attentive sweetheart.

AMPLE BAFFLED COUPLES DECLINE EMBRACE
if one is not genuinely enthused.
When qualms clearly show on one’s face,
the other’s face soon appears confused.

ENTICING, FOXY GALS HARKEN INTEREST
and good-looking men embolden heartbeats
so that when neither is indifferent
romance may take a stroll down High Street.

When the World Held Its Breath

When the world seem to hold its breath
Water starts to collect at the bottom lid of eye
Out of nowhere; lips trembled to speak in dark
Hands danced trying to express the inner words
In sight of no audience a spirit howled in me
Asking whether we deserved it or not
Manifesting no difference in past and present
Seeking a hand to ensure there is good in future.

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no1

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?

Mister rich lister Blister

Sinister Mandarin Minister


Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman

Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem

Prime time Pantomime

Podium pandemonium
 

Needs Imodium...clearly feeds Opprobrium 

As this git dearly did his bit 

No boom just bust

To ensure the sh*t really hit the fan

Just one more time!

The chains are still there you've just got to look closer

Stalked all their life 
Stained by a crime not committed 
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated 

Probation was for those in need of reformation 
Not those who already good behaviour 
But any chance to stereotype 
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible chains of oppression are locked in and secured
A way to surveil those who now walk in the light
Constant checkups, now a normal routine
Having to ensure their record is squeaky clean
Being suffocated by the fear
Of breathing wrong
They'll do anything to keep us behind bars
Freedom they promised, yet freedom we haven't received 
Being watched doesn't equate to being free
Especially when we still hang from the trees of your critique 

You can't claim slavery ended when we are still slaves to your constant surveillance 
Not when incarceration is used as a way to keep us hidden
Not when we live a life of normalcy
Yet are still followed
By the law that claims to help
Yet shoots us as soon as we open our mouth
You can't claim it ended when we live under the power
Of the white man

hang on tight-all

i.....yigh yigh
wowza man...
before my coffee

i'm just a fold...
now that age has
taken hold andt...

something need be
done to ensure...
life remains fun so

go and hum eh?!...
sing, whistle, smile
all the while since...

you're one with music
in your head andt wood...
pencils with which to write


len

Computer Judges

Only the proper computer 
May Justice true logic ensure
Proper for whom is proper
How true logic basis you're sure

There is no precedent for the cyber
There is precedent for the lies
Decisions their what is driving 
Routine of the process despise

There exist laws of physics
There exist laws of math
Equipment you buy for skiing
You chose shortest forward path

Is that purpose true for computing
Delusions you choose or the sense 
I like flying saucers shooting 
For this neither penny nor pence

Entitleness of humans is factor
For ruining planet surface
You sure cyber crime this actor
Your life path is subject to phase

Entropy of unrequired
Entropy of the content
There shouldn't exist this remainder
None of them are really saint 

Those not valid are for Mankind
It's neither the dense nor the tense
Gram is the unit for rinds
Existence of yours is offense

Painting Pictures

What shades of colours do we paint
while walking on this earth?
Do we leave behind a masterpiece?
or a squiggle with no worth?

Will the colours that we choose
look vibrant, - do they shout?
Or are they like dull grey lead lines
so easily rubbed out.

Are all the brush strokes that you paint
precise, done with finesse?
Or are they like thick crayon scrawled
on paper in a mess?

And will you hang upon a wall
admired by the best?
Or stay unseen and never shown
Remain an unfinished sketch?

The colours that you choose in life
portray your inner self.
So, are you rich, red, powerful paint
or a shade left on the shelf?

You could be bright and beautiful
in orange, yellow, green.
Or does your glossy outer fade
and quickly lose its sheen.?

Are you a calm and turquoise- blue
just like a tranquil sea.
Or do you live with black or grey?
that’s all you’ll ever be.

The colours in my life are prime
though that can be changed.
to any shade I choose to be
if mixed or rearranged.

Seek out the artist in your life
ensure he paints you true.
Be one to stand out in a crowd
there’s only one of you.

The Mentor

"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.

She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.

Time's supposed to take all away;
She teaches all how to accept;
Rise and fall, the night and the day
Pass on, as per the global concept.

I can't breathe, I run, I run
In the lap of Nature;
"There'll be the moon and the sun,"
Tells me the Great Teacher.

Life must, must have turns and bends;
Life gifts us melody;
My frail heart now comprehends
There must be threnody.

Thank You For Calling

Thank you for calling Your Destruction.

If you’re calling to bring forth your personal hell, press 1.

If you’re calling for emotional devastation, press 2.

If you’re calling to enact physical harm, press 3.

…Thank you. Your Destruction is now offering a summer sale.

If you are interested, please fill out the survey on Your Destruction website.

…Please hold…please hold…please hold…please hold on for as long as you can…

Please hold; the bringer of your doom will be with you in a moment…

Hello. It’s nice to hear from you again.

What can I do for you that will make you regret your life choices?

I see. Sorry to hear that. Would you like to include your friends and family?

I understand. Your Destruction will ensure that your life is utterly ruined once I’m done.

Have a nice day!

Different People Are Beautiful

It's quite a vague choice for beauty
As no two are the same.
Over time society has dictated
The "norms" of life's game.

Sadly the result is insult 
Of "abnormal" types of personality,
A tick or how some dress
Or even clear disability...

But the beauty of those different
Is how, without a word,
They improve the outlook of society
And ensure others like them are heard.

Just tell the disadvantaged
That something, by them, can't be done
And watch how their determination
Transcends the doubts of everyone!

The different can leave a defining mark
Penned in to human history.
They can broaden horizons, soften hearts
Unravel complex mystery.

It's strange how difference is attractive
Yet still rejected or looked down upon.
If the so called "normal" stop embracing the different
Then humanity will have gone.

Be my wife

My heart lies drowned in its own pool of blood—
Let your love secure me from life’s flood.
Let it come to my rescue from tonight;
From my life, sweetness has just taken flight.

My flower vase has long remained unfilled;
All my heart’s desires stay unfulfilled.
Let not your soothing care depart my life—
Please save my soul—say yes, become my wife.

Listen as my heart makes this plea for love,
And place my longing all other loves above.
Shut silent the mouths of each of my foes—
I need your presence to strike them a blow.

Please ensure that your soul hears as I plead,
Share it with others as your heart may lead—
That it’s in there that true love ever dwells;
Backwards or forwards, your love sweetly spells.


Note: Words written with bold letters are a pair of anagrams in each paragraph.

Excellence

Every path has
footprints of
families seeking
the best
for their children.

Every choice
creates ripples:

Who thrives?
Who's left behind?
What strengthens community?
What fractures it?

The question isn't
which path is right
but how to ensure
every path leads
to excellence,
equity,
opportunity.

How to make choice
mean possibility
for all,
not privilege
for few.

0800 222 9911

Have you ever been
haunted (no you have not)
by a ghost from the future not even born yet
in your paper thin realm
trolled from a time post human extinction
it could only happen to you so-called
dead in your grave still tossing and turning
& scratching like a deviant
moldering and unquiet one hundred years now
and the whispers yes whispers from
the parallell (this is how we spell it now)
corridoor (see previous) keeping you
a-threshold in your very well deserved
sempiternal shelf of   discomfort

Out here bebee the fourth dimension
swings in ways you cannot conceive so
don't test your pretty lil head
much of which is mush and thistle
but! you may be due compensation
for the futurama funnel imposition
a leakage episode beyond apology
under section bla bla
please submit your claim within 30 days
via the usual medium and
we shall endeavour to ensure
requiem aeternam thus ceasing
your infernal insomnia
yours the 3am committee

IN THE EQUINOX OF CHANGE

IN THE EQUINOX OF CHANGE

It seems like the spring
I waited for has betrayed me;
Leaving a verisimilitude 
Of the season,
Due to the vicissitudes
Sown in today’s
Rogue political climate:-

However, it’s a rooted reality,
That changes happen, whether
We believe they do, or do not:
The day that’s coming,
Will become today,
And this today, 
Will become yesterday:-

Thus, in the labors of love,
In the present and coming seasons,
Sowing and reaping divine fruits of hope,
Let us ensure that springing justice,
Balancing in God’s sojourning navigation, 
Will be blooming in past yesterdays,
And their future tomorrows:-

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