DAD'S DAY DELIGHT
Doting dads, divine and dearly,
Demonstrate devotion & dominion daily
Diligent, dynamic, day and night,
Directing dreams, with a loving light.4
Exceptional dads, esteemed & dear,
Elevate enthusiasm and banish fear.
Elegant, energetic and ever enduring,
Emboldening expresso, also empowering.8
Faithful fathers are full of flair,
Foster futures, with a gentle care.
Fearless, firm, and forever true,
Forging families, with a loving clue.¹²
Great guards, guardians so grand,
Guide growth, with a gentle hand.
Genuine, generous, and grandeur,
Giving gifts, that forever stand tall.¹6
Happy Father's Day to my honourables
Heaven honours all of these heroes.¹8
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?16th June 2024.
Categories:
honourables, 1st grade, fathers day,
Form: Alliteration
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
Categories:
honourables, corruption, freedom, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
The Bench Warmers!
I Always confused
About the ladders we called
I wonder, where things went wrong
I'm thinking thinking
I keep asking myself
Where are the sensitive young adults?
So saddened the future leaders Are now the future robbers
If I could asked
Where does it started?
All around it is from the grassroots
Our class Reps are the yam beetles
Our school and departmental presidents
Are now the maize weevils
Our so called honourables
Are just the bench warmers
They are not
Ambassadors of this nation
They just destroy layers
The so called senators
Are just the noise makers
They are termites that destroyed treasures.
® © 20/7/17. Abdul Wakeel "Young Writer" All right reserved.. I'm a writer of progress..
Categories:
honourables, allusion, anger,
Form: I do not know?
At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.
His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a sot; or
of his daughter widowed at twenty past
or his wife pulling weeds at another spot.
He has to carry on this moil; I thought
till death to retain his breath.
Looking at his pitiable plight
a wicked feeling swept my heart.
How great we're in contrast;
honourable servants of the State.
We retire at sixty, in peace.
Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece.
Also a pension for monthly use.
Last but not the least
a T.V and a chair to ease.
All this at what a simple price.
For sleeping forty years in office! ! !
Categories:
honourables, angst, family, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse