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Celebrity deaths can be bizarre
someone so close yet so far
the realisation hits you hard
yet they have no clue who you are
Meat Loaf sang to my youthful years
Sarah Harding sang with my peers
when the Queen died there were tears
and was Diana’s what it appears
Watching those planes hit those towers
the world as one witnessed those cowards
that massacre in the morning hours
then militaries became empowered
Next was London then Paris too
England crying unis avec vous
testing times bring out those true
voted Brexit but love E.U
Man United won the treble
Man City now at that level
the blue moon shines on the Red Devil
history books record those special
2003 England’s World Cup
‘66 yes please shut up
scandalous FIFA so corrupt
3 Lions always self destruct
We made football we made law
this island nation oh so small
conquerors of more than all
fighting giants not so tall
The history that we best remember
“On the beaches never surrender”
NATO nations all one member
all for one with one agenda
As we explore beyond the moon
machines on Mars out to Neptune
the News at 6 bringing gloom
AI Ukraine and monsoon
Covid Ebola and the climate
protesters who have never climaxed
trains crashes that left the tracks
deaths resort from knife attacks
YouTubers that speak to many
all done just to make some money
causing offence so nothing’s funny
can’t let meat reach your tummy
Notice now how kids have causes
blocking roads because they’re foolish
speaking without knowledge shortness
things we learned that no one taught us
Growing up I owned a tortoise
someone nicked it from its fortress
for its value seeking fortunes
never knowing what’s a porpoise
Random thoughts of simple sorts
sleeping nude no boxer shorts
the warmth of her who I will court
keep mingers the last resort
ugly ones say no thank you
get drunk and I guess you’ll do
wake up somewhere strange confused
run away cus she’s a moose
Handsome hand written and random
stopping once I’m paid a ransom
I’m not sure of that Charles Manson
singing songs written by Hanson
A Debutante’s Ball to Remember
In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society,
to celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with gaiety.
In a dreamlike state, I felt like a princess with a golden crown,
making my grand entrance wearing a champagne chiffon gown.
With matching gloves, and a pair of satin shoes on my tiny feet,
my auburn hair was adorned with butterflies and posies sweet.
The ballroom was magically transformed with gas lights all aglow,
and a glittering chandelier reflected on a highly polished mahogany floor.
As the orchestra played, my body and soul were enraptured and consumed
by its rendition of Ravel’s enthralling “La Valse” which pervaded the room.
Elegant ladies were all dressed to the nines in exquisite pastel gowns
of winter white, baby blue, powder pink, pale peach and beautiful browns.
In tacit competition to out-best each other, social charms were well-honed,
as they daintily fanned themselves and gossiped animatedly in hushed tones.
Refined gentlemen in their finely-tailored tails navigated the room to mingle,
keeping an eye out for eligible heiresses beautiful, graceful, and single.
Wafts of mild masculine colognes came from discretely dabbed faces and hair;
while the fresh feminine floral scent of French perfumes permeated the air.
Armed with a full dance card, I waltzed the night away with ardent admirers,
curtsying and coquettishly smiling, moving on to more exciting suitors.
My enchanting evening climaxed with Strauss’s “Vienna Waltz” filling the hall.
Oh, what a tale I will have to tell as my granddaughter prepares for her first ball!
11-21-2014
Contest: Your Favourite Old Poem (06-08-2015)
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
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Contest: Ballroom Delights (12-16-2014)
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Placement: 2nd
She stroked his hand in passion and gave him life’s ultimate blessing
It’s time to go in love and peace she would miss his gentle caressing
Strokes of desire and passion from a wild sharp and emotional mind
His loins desire and poetry the spoon for her moon hot and entwined
It seemed an eternity since they first kissed and he gave her a peach
Gathered union sea shells and driftwood and built a hut on the beach
Tides had moved their Universe since heaven and haven joined together
Tickled their fancy lust and compassion and in turn she gave him a feather
Of lightness and light and they talked through memories and surrender
Now it had to be the final farewell from this journey of joy and splendour
Thank you and let’s not fall prey to gloom sadness but rather kindly rejoice
In those one thousand and more moments since we made that firm choice
Do you remember how everyone was against us and not gave us chance
Just a fling an illicit affair must be all about sex and mere flirtatious dance
But we stuck to each other like a butterfly courting a lavender blossom
Licked lips and skinfuls of perfume your hands on my quivering bosom
Read books together after you swam in my ocean under Turkish lights
Flew on magical carpets to ends and beginnings of daylight and nights
With glow worms and dolphins we mounted our kindness and destiny
in crescendo we climaxed on satin sheets in our fantasies breathlessly
The bedroom is now adorned with an IV drip stand and a catheter bag
You look haggard and worn out are so exhausted and wave the white flag
One more pull on the trigger and I honour your wish with one last shot
Syringe full of morphine full to the brim a promise when tying the knot
Farewell my Prince travel well for when you enter the kingdom beyond
I know you’ll wait for me patiently until in essence we realign that bond
Let us not talk any longer I shall simply hold you in my knowing embrace
Our infinity last forever anywhere anyhow and always in that new place
15th September 2020
I was working out on the elliptical machine in the gym, feeling good and watching
the "Calories Burnt" number climb higher and higher.
Then, I noticed a rather shapely and attractive woman step off of the machine two
rows in front of me. As she turns and faces me, I cannot help but notice that the
nipples on her rather large breasts are erect and pressing against her sweat
soaked, tight t-shirt.
When working out, and at other times as well, I suppose, I sometimes drift off and
just stare into space not really cognizant of what I am looking at while lost in
thought.
I must have been doing this as this young woman started walking towards me on
her way to the drinking fountain.
She stops abruptly in front of me and says, rather curtly, "Why don't you take a
picture?"
Snapping out of my temporary coma, I respond, "I'm sorry - what?"
"You seem to be staring at my breasts," she rudely insinuates.
Now, at times like this, in a confrontational moment, I like to try to immediately get
on the attack and, sometimes, in my panic to do so, I can say the stupidest things.
In this case, I come back with, "Are your nipples pointing at me!?"
"What!?"
"Your nipples. They seem to be pointing at me!"
"I assure you, I cannot control what my nipples do."
"And I," I smugly reply, "Cannot control what my eyes do."
"You could look away," she challenges.
"And you could wear a thicker sports bra or sweatshirt", I respond.
At this she just glares at me with hate in her eyes and steam emitting from her ears.
I stare back with my smug grin, alternating my look between her eyes and her
breast.
So, of course, you know, we made wild passionate love in the equipment room at
the back of the gym.
And, just before we climaxed in a frenzied, naked and sweaty embrace, ...
... I woke up from my nap on the couch.
This is when I got up, changed into my sweatpants and went to the gym for a
workout.
A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers
and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity.
The birth place to the Toilet theme amusement park
and a camp of makeup obsessed men.
The fourteenth day of every month is set aside in romance’s banquet
except that of the fourth month when mourning becomes love’s pirate.
February is for young men, march, three times for the ladies.
Prides in the globally acknowledged Boryeona Mud Festival
and gives socialization a new countenance in the “hoesik” event,
while new standards in robotic technology is climaxed
as prison guards, patrols, anti-jelly fish squad and teachers
actively exist through exciting artificial intelligence.
A humiliating public ritual in a form of crime reenactment,
personality stereotypes emanating from the different blood groups,
a nationwide superstitious repugnance to the red ink;
very cultured to even create a backlash
on Bill Gates’ presidential handshake;
typify a people coming a long way from a turbulent past.
A territory of very bright and brainy students;
the god of the LG, Hyundai and Samsung among others;
and to the largest church in size and congregants in the world.
It is the well preserved garden where plastic surgery strives
all to show an amazing growth once heavily stunted,
suffering a suppression entertained by the comfort ladies;
somehow causing a perspective towards the rising sun
to be similar to the swastika’s view by the Jews.
Despite the Japanese colonization, soviet meddling and North Korean threats,
it’s still showing mental strength to be the world’s 12th largest trading Nation.
For what manner of beast,
sad creature,
mad monster,
deeply dark angel east,
does everyday accompaniment
seed cold contempt
instead of breeding warm sacred resonance?
Should beloveds
not expect to grow in sublime stature
not despite, but for humored respite, flirtatious flaws,
fallen fractured nature, merely human
after and before All.
Divine epiphany,
fully-flowered gods and holy-climaxed goddesses
relinquishing anti-divine powers
redundantly secularized,
now old bad not-news,
Flaws adored
because of these robust fractures
of opportunity
to remind Belovers:
Silent patience bleeds fatigued compassion
heading toward disgust,
self-shaming,
other-blaming
for missed transcendent mindful bliss
Of anima--
dark animal angel nature
Away from all this daily mundane muck,
life not as love would design us
but Earth's timeless generations
have invited each of holy us
uniquely to let go of contemptuous patience
with ourselves and other-selves,
ego-beings and eco-becomings
To grab hold of curiously courageous nature
here in this deep dark in-between place
Where human nature grows most profligate
and naked
and vulnerably courageous
To consider all missing facts
of life most fully unconsidered
and to love, regardless
as if each sacred absent moment,
each transitioning year,
were our health wealthiest last
and final 20/20 revision
Since we first sacred emerged
into social
and cultural
and eco-political light,
divine and mundane,
sublimely sacred and routinely worthy
of good-humored contempt,
And,
most cutting double-edge of all,
this courageously curious humane nature
spiritually in-between
already old
and reasonably new
Conserving empires
while masquerading liberal inspirations.
At the core exists his emptiness
Spineless unrest smothers him
All due to nature’s wavering obscurity
And stumped awareness of inherent security
Fear took charge and penetrated his inner skin
Seeped into his veins
Then settled in marrow
And so his depth became shallow
Now hostage to self loathe and pity
He finds no way home in the big city
Far from palms and salt air
He missed the signs that spelled beware
What lies ahead he has to bare
In order for a single soul to care
And for awhile,
the nightmares
Is all,
he can share
As he walks, he looks down
And the pavement becomes his landscape
And in it, he would escape
And wish it would seal his fate
Uuuufffff!!!!
With his journey now at stake
He knows home he can’t remake
And so he daydreams
Vivid images of platanos y yucca
Begin to form his mental palette
He salivates to thoughts of yaniqueque, tamarindo, cereza
Y la sonrisa, de Teresa!!
His world would change if only,
“un poquito”
De coco, zapote, chinola
Hay que rico!!
A Presidente dressed in white,
Ay caray!!
He so misses his mai and his compay
His porch, 4 chairs, and his game table
Hollers of pin tin tin fill the air
oye loco, pasate con ficha!! capicua!!!
Ta trankao!!
He’s elated !!
Chills run down his spine
He’s alive!!!
His skin begins to swell
As he reminisces to the quiver of the guira
Se engranoja, from thoughts of pambiche y mangulina
Uuuuuufffffff!!!!!
He climaxed and found solace
Home was closer than he thought
Home he carried with him
He’d found the secret of shedding light to his serenity
And within, he found
Su dios!!
Su patria!!
Su libertad!!
And saved, his sanity
-Salvador Martinez
London has built another special hospital
made for all Nigerian Presidents and Nobles,
and future Aristocrats who will fight corruption;
Since we die not in this country anymore we rather
stay behind to rule as ancestors of tomorrow
waiting to extort the treasured gin of the masses.
You preacher of change spare us this ear
breaking tale our eardrums are not at home
You went to London yesterday for treatment
today, we cried with empty stomach,
you came back with no voice for your people,
tomorrow, you will kill another dream
of dregs of the society and the masses
would praise you as the Messiah of honesty.
You promised us one good meal a day,
many children are eating thrice in the school!
you promised us another light from the sky,
but we saw a flammable one from the sun!
you promised us one naira to one dollar,
our Naira is now greater than Dollar itself!
you promised us our sisters in one month,
but, we only saw them in your words.
Mother stipend taken to the northern barn,
Father was beheaded in the northern arena,
Sister's house burnt down in chaos,
yet, no story was told to the Sun to hear.
This is the misfortune of my land hopelessness!
"Excuse! When is the change?" Mr P.
Another private sin cracking the naked air,
yet my people laughter echoes beyond
as BBN covered the climaxed atmosphere.
Hyenas, ministers of hope and fund.
I know You will attend to us soon after the grave calls,
I know you will hear our cries at the zone of death,
We are all seated in the corner of the door
Hoping in the day we will raise our voice and ask you:
"How far? Where is the change promised? "
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent.
Crystal clear do I see that sunlit glade
Wherein our first act of love was made
Your quick,panting breaths heightened my ardour
As we embraced in our cosy,clinging arbour
When your soft lips melted into mine
As strong and heady as a rich wine.
How lustrous was your ivory skin
As together we did tightly cling,
Your glorious soft globes yielding close to me,
With papillae succulent as ripe cherries.
Your gentle touch and stroke quickening desire
And set alight my whole body full on fire.
Gazing upon your smooth milky white thighs,
Your silkily screened oasis evoking sighs
As your back arched ,legs open wide,
To usher me pressingly inside
Your welcoming moistness eased my entry
To encourage parry and thrust aplenty.
Once I was safely and securely in place,
Around me your legs did lovingly lace
Till we together climaxed with pleasure,
That rich memory now a rare treasure.
That day as we coalesced into one
Our emerald glade sparkled in the sun.
Our hearts racing with frenzied delight,
Our glade bursting forth in birdsong bright.
Lying touching with vigour spent
Its blooms bathing us in their scent.
Drinking in our time of deep bliss,
Nature blessing us with her kiss.
So sweet then was our moment fine
That our whole world tasted divine.
Ere we should forever fall asleep
This loving memory we will keep.
When cold hearted ego insists and persists
with consistent deductive reason
and empirical truths of self-judgement
EcoEarth's warm breath invites
inductively resonant
personal empowering and economic enlightened
experiential truth
of ego/eco-passionate coinvestment.
Most of us Left-brain dominant
overly competitive,
especially with our truer deeper selves,
for not sharing/transacting/communicating/gifting
healthy relationship priorities,
shamelessly commodified
humorously self-domesticated
folks
would feel healthier
and probably wisdom wealthier
to water our Right brain flowers
wilt our Left-brain competitive
overly-climaxed dominant
monoculturing weedpatch.
Try on some different colors
and dialects
and cultures
and paradigms
and shoes
and win/win role plays
and empathetic eyes.
Really,
what could you possibly lose
that you really want,
but don't need?
What might we all gain
if you loosened up that monotheistic deducing-reducing
win/lose competing divine brain v human braun
to catch a more polyculturally beloved inductive
win/win cooperative mind/body train?
What cold hearted ego insists and persists
for colonizing the world
eco's warm-hearth breath invites
for creolizing sacred EarthTribes.