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Grammar As Some See It

If only grammar were simplified
we then could speak uncriticized.
Or, if grammar were abandoned
we’d all be speaking standard.
Think how easy it would be
to speak flawed yet naturally,
and not worry that what we say
is the right or proper way. 
The purist will of course object
and castigate me as a derelict,
arguing that ungrammatical English
is speech reduced to gibberish.
But I remind him of this fact:
language is a spontaneous act,
and much of what passes today
as proper English was yesterday
condemned as bad and therefore
unsuitable and socially improper.
How, then, is it today acceptable
when once it was objectionable?
I’ll tell you why and clearly: Because
language does not progress by laws
fixed and rigid: rather time and usage
are what mold and move language.
And so, to every stuffed shirt scholar
I say, don’t get hot under the collar,
what you angrily dismiss today as rubbish
will tomorrow be proper English.

Pushing Up Daisies

my mom’s not pushing up daisies
having gone to her eternal rest in Spring
her restful place is where her soul has gone
back to earth with its raindrop-moss
(springy, as if for a tiny bunny
or hallucination-size “wabbit”)
off track, the violet urn
next to the frame
that holds my mother’s face
and my attention
confused by the unscattered ashes
contained. she’s there
or elsewhere
or both ways
dizzy the thoughts
and my nephew
on and over a couple
mountaintops   where is he
particles placed, displaced
proper, improper
does it matter
it all matters
and the occasional shock
of a true blue viewing
passing by the other room
while relative remains
seem sentiments of denial
until a video snaps
you out of it
suddenly appears
the ghost
or a huge photograph
reminds you
why your there
in that chair
listening to the air
breathing

Snowflakes And Peony Rime Couee

Vampires relish the winter sky,
they feed on every mournful cry;
The holiday lonely;
Wanting to be caressed in bed,
or make love on an antique sled;
Snowflakes and peony;

You can’t go buy the gift they seek,
to bite and taste another freak;
Carnivorous copper;
Lips that pull all your insides out,
and feast on every fevered shout;
Such thieves are improper;

Beneath his gaze she will give in
lured by such toxic temptation;
Conundrum I admit;
Beware of a festive mirage 
that baits you with it’s entourage;
A strong dopamine hit.

If our Hearts Mesh

Written: Apri 28, 2024

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Sibilant deceit indeed! with a goal to charm,
A melancholy girl fostered by her father.
Never incite with wisdom, pride, or harm,
I owe it to them; cruel deeds are improper.  

I cycle as a moon, enthralled by its pure soul,
As it dances its dulcet arms over me, I scroll.
Explore the placid ocean of ripples in my heart,
I learnt to be sincere and abide flaws apart.
 
When I'm intrigued, my paradox falters,
I'm fascinated as moon rises and alters.
I'll gladly refill your cup once mine is dry,
I starve to rehydrate, but my soul is shy.

I will come back as soon as I decry a skim,
I am a network of kinships, not a whim.
I prize my solid, pure soul in a jocular state,
If my love is you, let my heart elect your fate. 

 Cherish gloom as pure serendipity in disarray,
I admire your serenity in a mellifluous display.
If you pick another path, I will wait to love you, 
I'm a nemesis; you'll be in awe of my vast hue.

Freedom

Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Let my action be of choice and have the absence of necessity to liberate my mind from slavery. 
Produce the quality of good state in me. 

Freedom, freedom, where are you? 
Give me a home with ease and produce the quality of being free from care.

Freedom, freedom, where are you? 
Produce words of openness and outspokenness without improper familiarities.

Help me be bold and to act without compulsion. 
Help me to apply a total absence of restraint to not be hampered or frustrated.

Produce the impossible to help my body jump off the frame and land in my wild imagination.
Help me transcend the laws of basic physics, to hop around in time and space and to skip from one dimension to the next. 

Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Help me to have choice and to hop from dimension to dimension. 

Liberate me from restraint or compulsion. 
Help me to have my blood hum with a hint of you.

Free me from myself and set my soul on fire 

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

Addiction is a jealous lover

I wake up in the morning
She is there tempting me 
Let’s dance, she sings
Lay your eye on me
You’ll be mine

I wish she wasn’t so jealous
I forget how to be with others
I forgot when it wasn’t us
She wants to tango together
Every chance, nonstop

I have things to do, I say
Do me instead, she tweets
Don’t go off doing other maids
Don’t cheat on me, she weeps
Never leave me, we say

I want a divorce, I toy
She won’t sign the papers
She’ll offer up her sister coy
A menage de trois improper
I’m no good at cutting ties

Let’s say our time is beguiled
Your spirit torn asunder
And me in my dull domicile
I could block your number
I may take you to court

But, I can’t separate
Me from me as if I could
Perhaps I’ll cleave my mate
But, she’s my limb bound 
The only one who knows me

How to leave a lover pining
Ignore the ringing phone
Drown out the knocking
But, she fills the hours gone
My jealous addiction

Crack open the door
Though I shouldn’t answer
Take in her perfume sour
Rip the divorce papers
Let’s be exclusive

It won’t be forever
When I’m gone you’ll wander
A new heart to plunder
Let go of me, my lover
And I’ll let go of you

Goodbye to hello

Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger

For every goodbye must be a hello
Even if no one arrives home
Welcome your darkness, don't go
My mistrusted companion

I forgive your cloying reach
Can you recreate human touch?
Let me be the one to say goodbye
Just to feel my forlorn space

Selfishly you take all the oxygen
Leave the left with a hunger for air
There’s no comfort in goodbyes
Better to say hello to re-gen

Goodbye to time with loved ones
Hello my solitary depression
Revolution brings me back to light
Goodbyes are a global constancy

Even without hands that feed
Goodbyes consume me with it all
A constant depression never satisfied
A hunger feeding on memory

Say goodbye to hello for now
Say goodbye from dusk to dawn
Twighlight is the start of a new day
Depression coming to hello's light

Improper

Jane was very prim and proper
Until one day, she came a cropper
She caught her stiletto in a drain
She screamed profanities to ease the pain
And punched a kindly, helpful copper

She Smelled of Unstable

she smelled of unstable 
an upgrade from offline
like a magnet folded in two 
she had me sputtering over gutters
whenever she was looking for action
there was no getting bored

i was but one of a billions souls
who's timing was all wrong
it's a wonder i ever belonged
i was readily decomposed
changed into another compound
waffling like an improper synonym

and then she asked me for money
something about poweraving
i heard gaslight rhythms
and my PTSD set in
i put her in a cage
she never asked again

A God

I found a God in someone else's wallet 
The size of a paper fold 
Sometimes it dwells in someone else's pocket 
And it's too course and hot to hold 

For it has a true power 
That could dwarf even the highest tower 
It can make the brave cower 
And the righteous to act improper 

Its true power is amazing 
It can compel someone to do untoward thing 
It can persuade and dissuade 
And can cause things to fade 

So guard your heart against its luster 
Sometimes it does not need to glimmer 
You can't just hold it when you see it shimmer 
You must wait for your crave to simmer 

For those who hold it when it's hot 
Are stuck in the power of its spell 
For it can cause a soul to rot 
And one's conscience to dispel

Astonishing Creatures

Love the calm in the glory of lions.
Oh, a flung continent that begs for reckons.
Volatile air, agitated flocks, and dusty fife. 
Since humanity's birth, lifeblood has stirs.

The city is chaotic and bustling with life,
It disrupts the acumen, causing inner strife. 
As I get closer and closer to the city bosom,
Between suitable and improper, it's rife.

Hooves on the plains drumming out a rhythm.
In the thickets of the jungle, where lions schism.
Along sacred rivers, there is nothing but space.
A nation that consumes without leaving a minim. 

Mambas return to the web in quest of a large place.
To nurse at a dynamic and fluctuating pace.
My magnificent lifeblood, O priceless African green.
Excellent crocodile eyes and needle-shaped face. 


Written: May 21, 2022

Keola-Couplet

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Quote by Paul the Apostle

Keola - Couplet

Revenge is not sweet. Getting EVEN with the girl of your dreams
is SO underneath HUSBANDS. Nest egg is not in schemes.

SHOULD he not plan for his future, a lifetime of LOVE and laughter,
and spousal lift where THEIR tenderness leans into the hereafter?

WIVES behave…what? Moreso, don’t be loud mouths or supreme
AS a Nile queen   -   THEIR behavior improper.   Show esteem

for your OWN marriage and BODIES. HE, likewise, should behave,
as one WHO leads and LOVES, a prince of a guy, she longs to save.

HIS dalliances with other women could cost him his WIFE. That life,
now on the wire, with supposed haram LOVES, a tug o'war strife.

In contrast, look at HIMSELF and herself, side by side reflection.
See how they emerge and merge into one beautiful confection.

3/9/2022

A Letter of Love

A letter of love
He is old, ten years ago he was old also
if lesser in years.
She is his niece, but love is like rain
falls where it pleases.
The Rain in Spain has nothing to do with this
as rain has nothing to do with love.
He wrote a poem about her long hair and sleek body
her dark brown eyes as well.
She cast her head angrily; what can he do a helpless mute.
It was not his intention to do anything about his love for her
dictated for his love for her.
Her indignity she was ashamed her uncle had had improper thought
he wrote the poem out of love.
She doesn’t ring anymore, the infatuation was abstract, 
not meant to come to fruition that is not reprehensible.
Love has its rhythm like the ocean’s waves.

Distance

Let there be some distance
As day is far from the night
Brother from the enemy,
False from the truth
Freedom from the captivity!

Don't come so close
Where there’s only compassion,
The world of imagination,
Which is unreal,
Improper!

Don't come so close
Where the eyes are flooded with rain
The mind is burdened with memories,
Where grief seems to be yours
Darkness seems to be yours!

Keep some distance
From mind to mind
Eye to eye,
From gesture to gesture
From thought to thought!

Then life will be beautiful
Survival will be beautiful
Flood-free,
Stormless
No famine!

There will be no neglect
No wet eyes,
There will be no arrogance
Or rejection!

There will be no sad departure,
There will be no separation,
There will be no burnt relatives in the middle of the body,
No funeral arrangements among living people!

But still is it possible to stay away?
Is it possible to be alone if you want?
Someone comes in the rules of the world
Forgetting the distance and coming closer,affection!
Still can we stay away?

My Conscience

My conscience, the voice of disappointment,
When I have severed a meaningful bond--
An unwelcomed inner acknowledgment
For choices made, of which I am not fond;
Times I wish I could have a magic wand
To make my improper choice go away,
Times I kept my inner values at bay.
I must always hear that small voice inside
Every waking moment of every day,
And let my conscience be my trusted guide.


NINTH PLACE WINNER
written May 31, 2021
for "Voice of Conscience" poetry contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

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