some said Sheila was flighty
they were naysayers and doubters
they did not understand her sparkle
most will never play a tune or laugh loudly
others understood Sheila
appreciated her mercurial winsome ways
enthusiastic about her rhinestone personality
honored to be part of her loving tribe
Login to poetry poultry,
If some folks say,
"poetry and poultry
are friendly.
many poets take poetry
as their pleasant hobby
because they can do pottery
and poultry to get money.
Don't forget the unities
of money makers
through different writtings."
An artist says,
"poetry is artistic,
classic,
rhythmic
with logic
and big logistic
Poetry is friendly
with the nature.
it is sucre
and not behind lucre."
a comedian says,
"psychology and stupidity
are always in rivalry.
Hahaaah!
Hahaaah!
don't laugh loudly.
Angry and hungry are so friendly
It is always difficult to separate angry
and power- hungry when they are on special duty. "
Note: Sucre stands for Sugar.
It can happen for
a person to laugh without
reason, just laughing.
some folks pass by and
laugh loudly , then question takes
place , why do we laugh?
It is difficult
to answer as no one know
the reason to laugh.
what you don't get well,
just look at it & pass quickly
you will save yourself.
August 09/2023
Yesterday as I sat in the Mall having a cup of coffee
Two young ladies came and sat next to me.
Both were well-dressed, and I thought they were friends.
The oldest one of them had bought two cream cakes
A coffee and a green smoothie.
The younger of them started to clap her hands and laugh loudly,
She looked deliriously happy and kept on laughing and clapping her hands.
Then I noticed a badge on her jacket that said she lived in a special
care home and was shopping in the Mall with her carer for the day.
She was carrying a neatly folded plastic bag full of
different coloured flower heads she had picked herself
before shopping. When I finished my coffee, I said bye-bye and said
it looked like she was having a lovely day.
Wreathed in smiles and pure joy, she opened the plastic bag and
presented me with one of her lovely flower heads.
A simple gesture that melted my heart, filling it with joy and
happiness.
I am fortunate to have encountered such a sweet, innocent soul who
shared her joy and flowers with everyone she met.
People of different choices
On the same planet earth.
Some guys use their last breaths
to get some billionaires
And others want to win
The hearts of billion
people through the truth.
Huh? It is the reality of life.
Truth comes on the podium
Lies hide so quickly
Many people laugh loudly
It seems as some dramas
Which some liars
and true people play
publicly.
Oh! yes , yes , really !
A poet says loudly ,
" It is poetry ...
Let us continue
living peacefully
With the truth
On this planet earth."
June 26/ 2023
When I keep hearing this song so called "
South Africa supplied Russia munitions,"
I just laugh loudly ," Huh?Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!"
Political language is hard to understand
Than mathematics and physics
Reason why some universities
Professors
Turned puppets
Of some politicians.
Don't ever underestimate
Some politicians in politic games
Because they can drible you and
You turn to be
their body guards
With your universities qualifications.
There is no African country
Which has capacity
To supply munitions
to Russia even Ukrain.
If it was about
some foods,
drinks,
cocoas and
other fruits
I could accept because many
African countries always
supplied those stuffs
To so many European countries.
I know that Usa , France, Germany, China, England and Russia are the biggest supply
of munitions In Africa.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Pulling from a dream,
They shake me wide awake,
I hear the clock chiming,
And daylight starts to break,
I’m finally seeing color,
Seeing hues that are brand new,
Setting my sight on the future,
Watch me see it through,
Why shouldn’t I laugh loudly,
Your shame is not my weight,
I can see the light now,
Now I control my fate.
Been a while! Maybe I still have some ideas up there!
My cousin and I are diverse in many ways,
We look nothing alike; she is tall, I am short.
She is young, I am old.
She is cute, I used to be.
But we are alike in the ways that count.
We have integrity and a sense of fairness.
We love listening to singing, but neither of us sing.
We laugh loudly at things no one else thinks are funny.
We are soul cousins who appreciate each other's quirks and smirks.
The kids at school used to say "you can't be cousins".
When I asked why, it was because we were not the same color.
Then I would say, "We are soul cousins."
Even our boss, the principal understood our relationship.
She would ask me, "where is your cousin?"
Everyone in the school figured it out; we really are soul cousins.
Darkness Reigns
The dark has settled and I am at my height
of delicious evil as I rage through the Earth this night.
A basement of torture in the East, where I relish the lash,
in the market of children lost and hurting, where I laugh loudly,
at the deviant exchange of cold hard cash.
Beautiful bombs are made in a pristine warehouse in the West
and the promise of murder of the masses, perhaps I love this the best.
How I recharge and strengthen in power,
When the axis of evil, in the North and the South crawls and turns on and on every hour.
Every second, every minute, every day
killing and cruelty in every way.
And I walk sometimes slowly and silently with hooded disguise
or join with the normal who walk with closed eyes.
Step by step I’ve been here before, thousands of years
through terror and chains, holocausts and genocide, I know my way,
Give the greedy their chance, the murderous a place to play
The sinister and shameful running to meet me, and meet their clay,
For all will be earth and cloying dark, some time
And I will cloister the cold, welcome the heat and wait, in evil sublime.
3/5/21 Sponsor Funom Makama.
if I were famous
as seen through eyes of ego
I would laugh loudly
for ego is illusion
belief in it delusion
18-February-2021
Written for: If I were famous poetry contest
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
I have a neighbor I have known
She seemed friendly with her children fully grown
But she watches only FOX and has groups for tea
They laugh loudly without masks —very carefree
Been told by my doctor to be careful outside
Even with radiation and chemo the virus can survive
I wonder as I see her and her husband take out their RV
They are going out every weekend with no guarentees
I hope they stay healthy and remain virus free
They’ve listened to all the lies — so here is my plea
As I wear my mask daily outside and I suspect we disagree
Placate me for I do not want to hear of a death in the family
As science and medicine have kept me for now cancer free
Consider the doctors and nurses struggling so placate me
I smile a pretty smile
I laugh loudly from the heart
It’s late at night
When things begin to fall apart
I dance like no one watching
I sing at the top of my lungs
I cry
I’ve got it all, but have no one
The moment is my stage
A wild spirit young at heart
Everyone loves me
Yet my mind is an abstract work of art
I’m tired
It’s too late to feel any shame
It’s all too much
It’s time to leave my pain
As I lie down
I rise above
Peace
Love
Short black pants with straggling hair
Holding a glass of beer
Laugh loudly, wrist with grasping
Squiring and dancing nightlong
Acid house echoed all over
White shirt foxed a red lips mark
Push desire until maximum peak
Blind choice makes you die
Magic
Growing up I was enthralled.
Tricks with cards, funny boxes, scarves that looked like flowers.
Disappearing monkeys, ladies sawed in half, locks without keys…
I wanted to go back stage,
pull back the curtain, and see.
But I did not!
“…as much as I wanted to know every thing…”
I also knew…
the secret.
If you know something, you can never un-know it again.
Say that to yourself, out loud. Twice.
So maybe, you will remember, when you need to.
You have to lose something to gain something.
The trade is not always worth the bargain,
Or the bargain, has so much less value,
there is no leverage in the effort of trying
to keep the mystery…
alive.
I wished to hold the wonder of my life.
Perhaps, not forever, but for now.
Some things are better measured carefully,
as the unseen loss invites chaos of the heart.
Show no tears, and laugh loudly.
Enjoy the show.
The feel of fresh air on my skin, reviving me
The way I laugh loudly when waves wash over
The state of feeling comforted in close company
Knowing that Death is not an end, but a page turner!
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