Precious stones- rubies and pearls
Adorn the belly of a golden vase.
Cool springs of water flows by,
Oh what a paradise! Ain't time for man to die;
Songs of the Robin and that of parakeet
Enveloping the air with melodies so sweet.
Calm whistles of the evening wind amidst the moonlight,
What an eden! Ain't time to say good night;
Peaceful chattering of the "oderee koko"
And the calming feel of sipping a hot cocoa.
The sexy dance of tall grasses amidst the rainfall,
What a beauty! Ain't never time for man's downfall.
Gali Da Poet #2023 series.
I have had an overflow of sweet feeling towards you since we last spoke.
My eyes have not blinked, it made me restless that I have to write this words.
The demonstration of your affection for me is such that my soul bubbles for joy, my heart melts and my spirit is set free.
The peaceful feeling, like fresh air, invigorating as a gentle wind in my heart, this must be the butterfly feeling peeps talk about.
I could have said I feel something more than love for you.
Alas mankind will flutter and shiver,
Mankind may prolly cease to exist.
If it gets to understand what and how I feel for you.
Knack the band of my heart that the maidens of Umuororonjo may dance shanking their waist in mimickery of you.
Kputu kpum, kputu kpum kpum
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Strike the chords of my soul that the lads of Aromate may Sally and deck the shores.
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My very little one, my baby girl.
My cherry koko??????
Wherever I go, wherever you go.
You'll always have a place in my life.
I love you sugarcherrypie.
#BibiNetanyahu
KoKo Ameen, the Jewelry Queen
Designs her creations with a sheen,
Her bangles jingle-jangle as she
Tip-toes through the tangle
Of original designs that will be
Presented in her one-woman show,
Simply entitled, "KoKo Ameen Aglow."
Her originals are in demand by
The Fifth Avenue hauteur
Who frequent her shows for the mature
Lovers of jewelry who don't mind spending
Thousands of dollars for KoKo's blending
Of turquoise, silver, copper and gold,
Making statements that are very bold,
Wear it today, wear it forever,
Friends will become envious however,
When they know that the earrings and
Pins are designed by KoKo Ameen,
The Jewelry Queen.
November 3, 2016
Old Jewelry Contest
Looking out, everything but the mountains
seems affected by wind today
It drives the sea green water that divides
our little island from the other bay
Coconut palm leaves, wildly sway
color and movement, vibrant, alive
Hedges shimmer, verdant with flowers
Tropical warmth between blowing showers
And, under cloud shadows, at the foot
of the Koolaus-
one sunlit meadow
Suzanne Delaney
when reading Koolous [ it is 3 syllables ko- o- laus ]
11/20/2015
For the contest, Any Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings
To be really dead is a death
So common to die
But it is most dreadful
For the man in the man to die.
I dread to die in life
It is terrible to die while alive
If you kill my conscience
The real man in the ram is dead.
Many men have been killed
And the rams are left to roam
More hunts are in anxious progress
And more rams are to be dumped to roam.
Don’t be the ram!
When a conscience is killed
The ram is like a toxic waste
Dumped in a koko side of a nation.
To become a toxic waste
Is to die a death
That would offend the dead
Who died the death.
Even those who die in life
Would ram the ram to deaf shambles –
Then is it not better to die the death
Than to die a death of the waste?