Eye's as pretty as Arabian Pearl's.
Eye's as shiny as Ghana's gold.
Skin as delicate as rose petals.
Skin smoother than Russia's steel.
Hair lengthier than China's thread.
Hair as soft as Indian silk.
Voice so glorious as angels rising.
Voice sweeter than Ethiopian honey.
Hand's mightier than Rome.
Hand's sharper than Zeus's spear.
Legs temping as Billion Dollar's mine.
Leg's as gracious as Neptune's Chariots.
Mind as cunning as a Fox.
Mind as wicked as a phyton.
Heart whiter than snow.
Heart purer than a Dove's.
I smell love in sea's.
I smell love in the mountains.
My heart races like a cheetah.
My mind craves it like a hunter.
So I await your entry into my heart.
So I await your entry into my house.
Thus, She truly is as "The Queen Bee".
Of all the reasons why I love you
Perfect is not one of them
My flaws that you accept so well ,maybe?
No thats not why I love you not at all.
My habits that annoy you sometimes and you still tell me you love me anyway, hmm hmm that's not it either.
I love you because even though I can live without you, I choose to not live without you.
I love you because It's a decision I make everyday without fail.
There, my home
There, where good never comes within bull's roar of eer
There, where penurious rule the penury
There, my home
Where hazy are hopes and aspirations
Extort common men for piles of gold.
What a great leader! Please keep it up
Lo! Blotted copybook with corruption
Oh! Lord of karma
Shade is now on our beam ends!
The earth has swallowed and digest the good
Today, all heads above stinks
Indeed, they are pure
Words are more eloquent than silence!
For tomorrow holds cloudy sky
We need more voice to win!
To pull up one's socks on damnation
Our needs calls for strong constitution
Which extinguish the fire of starvation
And also stands as protection
For us and them the future generation
Domestic interiors
falling pearls
of splendour
the everday
in
quiet,calm
still snapshots
of life
hints of the unsaid
Indelible
seared deep
in memory
Unsolved enigmas
conjecture preserved
in paint
Silent sounds
echo
& stir
with familiarity
the moments of interplay
vivant
intimate
intricate details
begin the beguine
joys outflows
perfection
preserves the serene
mirrors the sublime
with emphasis
& suggestion
stresses
of the fanciful
&the significant
with
implications
&illusions
moments
of
reflection
silhouettes &
blurs
detail
disintegrates
out
of
focus
shapes
become
fusions
of
colour
shimmering
impressions melt
into
memory
of
veiled
movement
of leaves
whispers
in
abstract
illusions
endless whole
yet
so alive
facinations
fixed light
in
contemporary
with imagination
blended
with
the exquisite
wrought
&
transcribed
views
naturalistic
derived
from reality
...revealed
The call to cut, dizzy came, the rib is off,
Now woe man!
Spiritual farm farmed by he
None another could carry;
Moisturized soil dried,
Sea wildlife fried,
Bush toil players, roared but are reared,
All other breeds feared.
At eve, He was hissed,
Ahhh, the devil dined!
This stew is rare; not many but few are real,
Thine rib made thee whole.
All these, many are the woes on he,
Beside the sin, sweet is she.
If lies are told to save,
Will sin be judged at the grave?
Smile darling! The winsome homely,
You never change; your hair needs no tatting,
So in penury, your short smile you gave.
Philip's aunt is not flippant!
But Adam's aunt is Adamant!
Comfort is on chair,
And she is comfortable,
How so when she is not Mensiah, Faso?
Oh wow! So Denis can be dentist,
Ahh... and Albert is here while others Advert,
Silly! Call me our Asian friend- Billy,
That to do, I should plea?
My coach is my co,
ouch! Another pinch,
No wonder, he hates to see me on the couch.
With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters...
Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats,
Cackling crones in pointy hats
Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair
To a bubbling pot in their witches' lair.
Next a drop of your blood to mix into the stew
As they mutter and moan o'er this most loathsome brew.
Harken well as the hags recite ancient verses
That invoke magic spells and malevolent curses.
An elixir for love, another for fame,
If fortune's your goal, play the witches' game.
If malice or spite for another's your bent,
They've special potions for ladies, and some just for gents.
But be wary, my friends, for I'm telling you true,
When the game is played out, and the bill has come due,
Don't try to renege, and don't be a griper,
If you dance to his music, you must pay the piper.
Pay promptly on time, don't default or denounce,
'cause witches are bit**es when checks start to bounce.
The morning brings a moment
frozen in time. Your heart is still within thee.
I can count a dozen one less or one more
of angels that protect and surround me.
Given the time to ponder and weigh the atoms
that bind me together. I’m left to wonder the
Marvels escape and I’m in for cold stormy
weather. As for the questions that bereave and
lament, seldom do answers come calling. My
situation has me high on the fence, in a
moment I’m hopelessly falling. Gone are the days
we smiled to trick people into thinking we’re
winning. I’ve got a mind and the matter is
thick, as for good times they’re now just
beginning.
I want to write words that make tears stop
Covid19 Heroes
to all the health care providers
law enforcement workers
bus drivers
grocery clerks
and other essential workers
who are working 24/7
to keep us safe
there are no words
for us to express
our heartfelt thanks
to the heroes
that are saving our lives
24/7 every day
In the whisper of a moonlight stream I heard her sigh or so I thought,
in the rustle of a mottled deer in oak pine forests I heard her weep or thought I did,
or maybe laugh when flitting brightly over jagged rocks.
Upon the silver tides a figure fitting her description swam or maybe drowned or even vanished in the neon haze.
Earth mother, birth mother, bosom to an infant chain,
whose layered womb pulses to infinity,
whose foetal spark aches
for her many sibling forms to coalesce or come to term.
Nameless people pass me by,
Just shadows in a long lost world,
Where darkness fills the empty alleyways,
And only skeletal remains where humans once dwelled.
Ghosts of the past still whisper,
Secrets left untold,
Of life, of sorrow,
Of long forgotten happiness,
That could not escape the grasp of time.
I still wonder where they all went,
Why am I still in this void-less world?
Humanity is just a thing of the past,
And only the spirits still wander.
Did something befall humankind,
While I slept in a dreamless world?
Only visions of the past have kept,
My painless mind going.
Am I just a vessel to carry on this existence,
To be the only one left,
In a world of nothingness?
Or shall I find peace somewhere,
Beyond the stars,
In the boundlessness of infinity?
Furrows End is where he rests,
Beneath the moonlight in his vest,
Eyes sewn shut so he never sees,
Mouth taped shut so no one can here his pleas.
Mumbling bag of bones is he,
Once lived by the raging sea,
A hermit of the oldish days,
Now lays in this coffin where he decays.
He once had a heart,
But it was so violently torn apart,
His soul long since taken away,
Leaving nothing inside on that cold Novemeber day.
He sleeps now beneath the dead moon,
Hoping to be awoken someday soon,
Awoken by the breath of life,
Before he loses his sanity,
To the reapers scythe.
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