Chogadella, chogadella
gleef a finkle, fangle doo
Sanking froth a wank forchella
bleetting hist la trencheled sloo
Calibali, spork n’ mally
jopelwanker deef walore
Ectaglancy, fallet plantsy
untwotopa feething glore
Mannyouopo, slifered glupoe
dangelation, clastig blaye
Homertempor gleeving sempor
happystead youngstuckers kaye
Gurf-a platted, lumbar chated
cheeperbrest du mingle bee
Chogadella, chogadella,
made up words for poetry
Categories:
hist, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Oh my God they’re carrying the soil..!
From my precious planet fertile
It seems their homeland is of no use
Now they are at my home abuse
Thus their abode is full of pollution
Unfit to stay and survive in motion
After many a nuclear fission
Their planet has lost its fruition
Now hell-bent on my planet Earth
They’ve come to exploit the earth 8
Let me get into the action swift
By alerting my Interpol Hist …!
This is my earth and I love it
In no way I let aliens steal it
For it’s the land of my predecessors
And made fertile by my ancestors
We earth-dwellers are unique men
We live and let others live in den
Peace keeping has been our virtue
Violence and greed we hate true 9
The moment I want to dial a number
I woke up and amazed at the wonder
Thus it’s a dream and not reality
My earth is always my property
Now to protect it is my duty
And maintain its evergreen beauty
I understood I should be careful
Making my earth a clean place full
Let me plant trees in abundance
As there’s no 2nd Earth in distance..10
Categories:
hist, angel, appreciation, art,
Form: Couplet
Glorious becomes one’s wait
When one is with desire best
In whitish drape you just rock
Making me to verse of stock
Sunny glow dances on neck
Necklace resembles the lake
The ‘very own Indian belle’
And the protagonist in tale
Of romance and affection..!
Intensely lit up of passion
Eyes carry a gesture cool
They scan so deeply full
Powerful diva of charm lo..!
Hist! She’s to crack IAS so..!!
Categories:
hist, angel, appreciation, art,
Form: Couplet
So divine is thy profile pic
Like a pretty precious relic
Exuberant radiance oozes from it
And I uncap my pen to tweet
Galores of ideas gush from heart
To exhibit my literary art
For the Lord Goddess is simply charming
As thy display pic is just amazing
Wishing a jubilant flower feast
Happy Dussera in advance. Hist..!!
Categories:
hist, angel, appreciation, art,
Form: Couplet
The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take everything out.
She might want to save her heirlooms:
uterus, cervix, tubes and ovaries.
They really must go,
and it’s better to move them all at once.
Let’s make it quick.
We’ve got other cleaning jobs today, too.”
My baby’s room is empty.
The movers sealed off the space and left.
Where did my baby furniture go?
Was it handled with utmost care?
Will it be reused or recycled?
As owner for decades,
why did I believe their “better out than in”
prevention strategy and problem-solving remedy?
Who decided that I could live
without furniture anyway?
Will that area of my house shrink
for lack of occupancy?
Will the vacuum bring ecstasy, grief or pain?
Will the plumbing to my bathroom expand?
Hist er rec to me!
Does anyone understand why the head of my house
grapples with questions at hand?
Categories:
hist, betrayal, confusion, depression, grief,
Form: Free verse
By Izunna Okafor
Beyond the shrubs of Sahara
Lifted a munt of brainy bond
Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia
Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts
Across the bridge of a foreign land
Hovered a book of beautiful pages
Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland
In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges
Off the coast of Addis Ababa
Tears rang bell aloud
Beholding a star being staggered
In a nimbus of a faraway land
A heroic pen was raptly melted
As the book of many pages shattered across the ocean
A nation's pride has become ashes
Making a wave in the hist of the deadly world
Oh! he was roasted faraway
Faraway his father land
Amidst tears in the eyes his nation
A great gem was ruefully tossed
The ashes of his fecund head
The cranes of his creative fingers
The cremains of his eagle eyes
Now pose lifeless in a foreign land
He's gone
A hero is gone
Roasted in a faraway land
Oh! He's gone forever.
© Izunna Okafor, 2019.
Categories:
hist, africa, death, life, tribute,
Form: Elegy
He knocks my door wants my company to prayers park was was near to us.
We stepped out seeing thorns of different colors but from same source around us.
Suffocatingly we advance steps on bloody streets and hist atmosphere around us.
Worshipers were pierced by pellets and by bullets looking conflict like situation around us.
No one listen wail of martyrs mother only it was ecoing around us.
Brute force imbibe blood of innocents vampire like creations around us.
Intimidate unarmed civilians by trampling their lives really it was havoc around us.
All of our journey we feel hail of pain and graves around us.
We raise voice for justice and slogans of freedom against the culprits around us.
Result was excessive force spree of killings and blood stained walls around us.
On our most peaceful and disciplined protest they book us on sedition charges only cages are visible around us.
Slaughtering humans, abusing and detention is mainly answer of rulers for the people around us.
Their brute force cannot suppress our will, till almighty is with us and around us.
Categories:
hist, abuse, anger, betrayal, community,
Form: Epic
First Adam
Two hundred thousand years before the time of this,
Surfing spirits crost the terrible, the great murky abyss,
One Amilius in command, 5 Adams he had planned,
5 colours he'd insist, before the dawn of hist,
5 hardy human bands! Where ice and snow exists,
within the swirling mists, an Adam in command!
Populated from the stars, cave men smoking big cigars.
Spirit into bodys slipt, in the suitable fellas, {homonid}
Mind expanding, brain a growing, altered forms by spirit knowing,
Mind creates, forgotten knowing, dwell a bit on this!
Negative will draw you ought,
positive forever sought,
see your path a spiritual sort,
after bodies gone, WE exist!
negative IT is evils work,
depression spikes you like a dirk,
shake it off, command desist!
Like pulling teeth might get you pist:}
YOU are in charge of this...
Don Johnson
Homonids were possessed and altered to Homosapien by mental DNA adjustment, creating a human race with intelligent spirits in command. But sometimes the animal Homonid in rage or passion takes command ...a loose cannon...
Categories:
hist, adventure,
Form: Ballad
The Rise Of New Bharath
In a dawn of My nation
You came to take her burdens
You walked and moved in this land
to Hist Her flag in the peak of fame
Your smile remembers Her purity
Your talks and roars resembles
Her courage and boldness
Your dress write anew chapter of this land
Your birth place may be a small piece of Gujarath
Your energetic hands adopt the prosperity of the entire nation
Modiji Your name is the Inspiration our youths and
it is a powerful weapon of us
We will win in the war against corruptions
Oh Bharath Matha bless him
to hold your flag in his hands forever
A Tribute and expectations of A Last citizen to Our Honourable Beloved Prime Minister of India Shree Narendira Modiji
Categories:
hist, hope,
Form: Free verse
The possibility is there
That I might write
With the poet’s innate inspiration
What comrade time
Has reason to portend
Of our aims
I might write
Or even our dreams
But our destinations!
Even the Pope’s edict…
Hist! I pledge my doubt.
Of greater moment
Is our faith
In the plough.
Hail plough!
Hail abundance!
Categories:
hist, work,
Form: Free verse
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
Gathering speed, fear inspired, he’s trapped and he must flee
Eyes bulging, heart bursting, searching, the path that sets him free
Crowds run to escape pounding feet
Jumping, falling, climbing, to escape hist horns
Hot young bloods, yet not wanting their mama to be the one that mourns.
Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat
The bull in ignorance, as he pounds the streets so winding
White and red fill his sight, no way out is he finding.
All for the adrenalin treat
The bull unaware he is the star they all want to admire
His fear, his rage, they are in positions that could be dire…
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
The swarm of red and white divide to the side
He manages to gore a thigh or two, but in victory only death will be his bride.
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
Crowds run to escape pounding feet
Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat
All for the adrenalin treat
The raging bull pounds the hot streets.
© 31/08/2012
Categories:
hist, people, heart, heart, red,
Form: Verse