Winter was over, the snow melted fast,
Fir, pines and cedars grew low near the ground,
Now rarely a bout of rain would fall past.
There beneath wet lush terrain, cones were found.
Water fell below, becoming a rill.
A water song running over harsh rocks,
Jays and finches flying over the hill.
Night Hutch and hawks flew overhead in flocks
We stopped near a licenced large lake nearby,
She knew her hobby and caught a large bass,
Awesome were her eyes that lit like the sky.
How lovely was the lake resembling glass!
The fog high above dissipated fast,
We went to a cabin to cook the fish
Birds played around, eating tasty repast.
So did we with wine and a tasty dish.
Categories:
licenced, bird, mountains, tree,
Form: Quatrain
The psychiatrist
A licenced lier
Tells some constructive lies
Beautiful and charming
But with no obligation ever
To see to their fulfillments
Man
A great listener
Obeys to lies
Beautiful and sweet
But too absorbed and satisfied
Have soon lost the intention
To bother their logicalities
Categories:
licenced, men, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Licenced to Rule
you can break open the sky
The world is your runway and you are an Eagle in stilettoes
Strike a peacock pose, this is your parade
Click your heels and take flight
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones
No, no, we are uncaged and unroofed
Licenced to Rule
we can break open the sky
The world is your runway and you are the
showstopper - AKA - Naomi Campbell - an Eagle in stilettoes
You reigned supreme of the catwalk.....Broke open the sky
Categories:
licenced, encouraging, tribute,
Form: Free verse
I write, what to me and you
comma instead of colon, I use
Vowels at will, so what!
I am licenced to write poems.
Rhyme? a ring of my little finger
Rhythm but my gate keeper
Puns and punctuations Tom and Jerry
Fight often
Bark occasionally;
My mood but a King crazy
Raises huts
Breaks edifices
Punishes the metre
But saves the matter
Order reverse the reveries revered
I am licenced to write poems.
My inabilities, my poetic devices
Errors, my punctuation marks suitable
My blank and free verses
Nay but oxymorons and paradoxes
All faces fair
My pages to write
I write what others criticise
I re-write what others praise
I am licenced to write poems.
My metaphors are metachemical
My smilies, similarities ironical
My exclamations vary
Like my broken pens many
I write on walls, when it rains
I have my style unique and unfair
I use, misuse the Muse
I am licenced to write poems.
Categories:
licenced, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sentenced To Live,Licenced To Give
Chariot of horse,clarion with hoarse,bastion of choice.
I project aboard,my walk in life about.
On the abrasive of craft,by the shaft of the tool of want,
I decipher the yields of the fields.
Aesthetics and complexities;my work will wodge a lodge
to harness.This legacy,these messages variegate my
desires to attune in aspire.
Sentenced to live,then I reason death to poison.
The umbrella to shade the form,the aubriella conform affix.
Bounties of gain liken to effigies of main.
The course of drive my cause,the fuss of cline my force,
The joys of life my plot.
When I look upon the mountain of roam,to decibel my
fountain of goal-As a forethought:I cladded my mind in rock,
Later with my furnace of of prise,it melted into a rise of emission.
To give my flakes in resource,to lift my stakes in return,
To even on the pallet of balance my reward.
Licenced to give,coffers of valour belay the corners of colours
and honours.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Categories:
licenced, allegorylife,
Form: Rhyme