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The Fourth Corner

Commitmenting to one another
they sought a contractual agreement
that binds them in
marriage that refuses to
speak either as bride or groom: but
rathers as Husbandman and WifeWoman.
from the terms of Fiance and Finance"
From Engaged to Married without
the traditional exploited terms of
devaluing those involved with
nuptial's.
Making light of Non educating people
to the words involved and associated with
pending nuptials is mean and spirted towards revenge.
those who use these practices ought to be spoken of.
As it is written.
" my people are destroyed for the lack of knowledge,
in full representation of who we are
and who we wish to be".
Each word defined!
Each word Defined!
than with what each day may bring
might we never brag about tomorrow
that our ignorance overwhelms us
that we are obligated to speak
the definition in word
to the clarity of the Vision.
that God might mean in
full definition of each word
the pro's and con's of
the babbling tongue!
they will make you the Babbler, so they might create your role
as villain, and you shall be labeled hypocrite
who is vile and vain! They wish to speak of you
behind your back, to say what you might do!

Kapain Dame Dindolov
Source Merchant,
Lord of Tirchmire Provindence
CIO of Baggy Jean Corp.
Model Show World
and The Telly Show Corp.
President.
Appears cortsey of Write-On Music Company
Sheet Music America
Orchastra Union Dues
and Tuxedo Rentals
Form: Bio


I Haint No Recalcitrant Underdog Among Hoi Polloi

Boot juiced abiding
     by ruff dogma, with joie
de vivre, which oft times witnesses
     me being a decoy
occasionally feigning
     tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!

Life in the K9 corps
     aint so ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
     lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish

     ways, and truth be told,
     I would rather be outwardly
     hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
     (threatened tubby slowly
     strangled to death by vee
numb muss snakes, me scree

ming bloody murder,
     sans resembling 
     caduceus), or re
     peat head lee bitten
     (till death do me part)
     by vampire bats pre

dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee
     above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines me
ting grisly demise, cuz prowling
     the murderous gang

     infested mean streets -
of corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
     (think skidrow) role much
     more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,

    and sweat pouring directive he
ping helplessness 'specially,
     when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
     accompanied by my greatful
     dead cutting crew - on free

key Friday the 13th
     assigned directive to man
     the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
(donning head to toe
     bullet proof suited vests),

     nonetheless fraught with
     horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
     challenging, end
     during, and grueling
     than surviving training
     undertaking associated

     with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
     earned linkedin prestige
     joining: Raiders of United
     States Marine Corp,
     Green Berets United States Army
     Special Forces, or Navy Seals.

Campfire Songs: A Journey into Freedom

The dawn broke with a promise of freedom,
As we arose, our hearts afire with joy;
Oh hoo! The day we'd long anticipated is a mere few hours away,
From the confines of the camp, we'd soon break free to stay.

Nineteen days of patriotic fervour—
we'd recited with zeal,
The dedication anthem which our voices rang out,
and that which our hearts revealed.
The restless days, the early disturbances, and freedom's fleeting grasp,
Would soon give way to the warmth of home, 
and love's embracing clasp.

The parade—
a mirror of colour, sound, and motion's sway,
Competitions that tested our mettle, in a spirit of friendly disarray.
The unity of Nigerian cultural diversity—
is a testament to our shared humanity.

In Platoon 3, we stood as one—
a bond forged in the camp.
Our officer, Mr. Rotimi;
and instructors, Officer Funmi (mummy of all);
officer Auta (confidence booster);
Blacq (winner-maker);
You made our camp experience, a memorable, life-changing pursuit.

The camp's memories—a treasure trove
forever we'll never be apart.
My great gees—who made every fleeting moment, 
a hilarious, side-splitting treat in hall 4
You're all amazing, a treasure to meet.

The mother of all Corp members in Edo State, Mrs. Ben Ushie; 
Major Bala—commandant with strong heart and true;
Camp Director, Mrs. Ejioye; and Mr. Ogbogohdo;
Together you made Okada camp a shining light—
A haven for growth, where hearts take flight.

The calls of ‘Aremo’ on the parade field echo in my mind,
A bittersweet reminder of the bonds we formed
And the memories we left behind.

Let's hold on to love's guiding light 
as we disperse and go our separate ways
Create ecstasy always, even in melancholy
Obey the rules and journey on through the year's remaining
Nigeria is ours, Nigeria we serve.
Form: Other

Premium Member Sweet, Short Note

Patrick was well-behaved in school
  He followed every single stupid rule

He studied hard and earned top grades
  All his friends knew he had it made

At college, he planned and plotted who to friend
  Elected President of his class in the end

He entered the coroporate world on a roll
  CEO of Trans-Oceana Corp. his only goal

By the way, Patrick took a wife
  Lived the absentee-husband suburban good life

Then one fine day Patrick made CEO
  He hurried home, the wife and kids to show

But on the door was taped a note, sweet and short
  'We've had enough, stranger. See you in court!'
Form: Narrative

1960 To 1969

I am John F. Kennedy as 
President. 
   I am a civil right activist 
100 percent. 

   I am Woodstock rock n 
Roll festival. 
   I am the first man on the moon 
Unforgettable. 

   I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes 
Of fame. 
   I am Martin Luther King shot 
Down in flames. 

   I am President Kennedy gets 
Assassinated. 
   I am the Cuba missile crisis 
Activated. 

   I am Walmart opens it's  
Door. 
   I am we enter Vietnam 
War. 

   I am the Beatles I want to  
Hold your hand. 
   I am discrimination spreads 
Through the land. 

   I am the NFL's first Super 
Bowl. 
   I am Ceasar Chavez reaching 
His goal. 

   I am the Peace Corp  
Uncovered. 
   I am Miranda rights 
Discovered. 

   I am Motown records 
With Shop around. 
   I am the Beach Boys 
With a surf sound. 

   I am at the Apollo with 
Marvin Gaye. 
   I am Del Shannon singing 
Runaway. 

   I am a hit with, Please 
Mr. Postman. 
   I am Sgt Pepper's lonely 
Heart club band. 


    TURBO1904
Form: Rhyme


A Former Slender Man Deplores Weight Gain

I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose

zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes

siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep

tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,

know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate

and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,

whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,

thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance

bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!

Cogent and the Diligent Gentlemen

The emblem on the pendant
was new to all of the professors
they sorted every detail
from end to end
they sampled and examined
until were lofted dumbfounded.
a miracle: something that
made all in attendance
stop to notice.
They looked one another in such 
amazement that they were then
lost for words.
It appeared that who ever was
held the precious metal was entitled
to be the strongest man alive.
It was exclusive to gender.
The stone must be from space
it's vacco said one professor.
He can lift us all, without afford.
We entruest could understand
what we were seeing: we understood
the value of the item before
us. But "which then is neither" was mad
understandable
when the walls came crumbling down!
"My God: my God!" Professor Yelp, screamed
as a large super vessel came through
the wall. After moments a dark athletic
 figure stood before us.
The "The stone" he demanded.
 I looked at him and knew he was
Luthor! Lex as he introduced himself.
"I am without any need of inspiration I simply hunger"
"No side kicks, no villain in the making a sacrificial lamb
 or a sidekick:I am, that I am!" "hand over the precious amulet!
He than turned a tuner on his waist and we woke up
minutes later and he , the amulet and the
vessel was gone
leaving a large hole in the wall.

Professor Dissan Dungier
Scientist at Metropolis University
Excerpted from Wide City Metropolis 
Channel 18 News
A Pier Pier Corp Company
Form: Bio

Late Morning Today February 17 2021

Late morning today (February 17, 2021)

I (accompanied by missus)
drove to bed bath and beyond
Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania
off Chemical Road location for naught.

After arriving
at said destination alas and alack
with intent to purchase:
ZeroWater®
10-Cup Ready Pour™ Pitcher - $17.50
and ZeroWater®

4-Pack Replacement Filters - $39.99
(we discovered aforementioned store shuttered)
both of us essentially undertook round trip
to Schwenksville and back
without rhyme nor reason.

Subsequently, an idea dawned
(came to mind) to craft a poem
with immediate insight
since yours truly likes to write.

Our eldest daughter, an engineering ace,
(who lives in Oakland, California,
and conveniently employed to chase
the buck courtesy remote technology
within walls of her dwelling place
by B-corp) frequently politely reminds us

to purchase environmentally friendly product
to help sustain earthly creatures
besides human race
who about bajillion years from now
will vanish without a trace.

She nsync with youngest offspring,
(a lovely lass awaiting
her prince charming
ah...if only her fantasy
to marry available bachelor
singer constituting the
British band One Direction, -
would be dream come true)

insync with alluded to first born
unwittingly contribute immense happiness,
whereby meaning of life,
liberty and pursuit of happiness
doth resonate
despite both adorable girls,
(an unbiased opinion courtesy their papa)
in Oakland, California
and Bend, Oregon respectively.

Eco-friendly ethics
informed courtesy older sister eons ago,
she (Amelie Beth) hypersensitivity,
a contemplative introverted bro
who as a socially withdrawn boy
rather puny and scrawny body
standing with knobby knees
unknowingly foretold skeletal escrow,

viz arms akimbo point each elbow
perpendicular while moving to and fro
geeky and nerdy
improvisational dance intro
exhibiting nonconformist Judeo
spontaneous boyish schtick
just before onset anorexia nervosa manifesto.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pees Corp

When I was seventeen said he
You know how far that I could pee?
Across the mississip
He said, undoing zip.
No need to show me now, I plea.

Why that's nothing, said his brother,
They oft goaded one another,
I had such awesome flow
That in a single go
I filled Moon Lake, and one other.

Their friend said; you all call that pee
I once powered my friend's jet-ski
Tied tightly to the rear
That thing sure did career
Set off like a screaming banshee.

During all this friendly baiting
The three of them stood there waiting
Each of them hanging out
Their now small shriveled spout
Bladders slow in activating.



Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser 
Date wrote: 4th March 2022

https://www.rhymezone.com/
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
Form: Limerick

The Path To Least Resistance

The Path To Least Resistance - 
By: Sue S. Side

Amp pull ease just sparked insight,
I suddenly became aware,
(actually self actualization
came ohm to roost - dare
ring with mighty stir since this

Earthling orbited thru the atmosphere
back in time many a passing,
quickening, and rip snorting year),
how my current psychological,
neurological, and emotional despair,

sans crafted - plane vanilla
existential plight grounded, nixed,
and shorted former spunky,
quirky, and goofy boyish air
snuffed out, hopscotched

(along buttery, bow jangly rocky 
unlevel road i.e. skeletal derriere)
extinguished courtesy nihilistic fanfare
with counterproductive antiwelfare
of self, when just a tendershoot, nothing

boot bag of unlovely bones when bare
grim reaper das scythe 
did to hunker down
specifically anorexia attired
with trademark black hoodie wear

firmly entrenched, would 
not budge, clear
out, nor disappear
matter of fact arrogant behavior
cannibalistic ornery rode

roughshod, and cavalier
dauntless demeanor debonaire
leaving body electric 
in utmost disrepair,
lo parents trumpeted
 
state of emergency
and sought out consigliere
one Doctor Ted Goldberg care
fully applied his deft, heft,

whence nervosa finally left
after quite long stretch of time
not without a fight, 
and permanently sear
my esprit de corp 

undermining foursquare - buzzfeeding
every epidermal micro hectare
pot tent lee loosed pendulum
within pit of mine being, a nightmare
minimally livingsocial, linkedin

to tomb ma birth family prepare
ring to die just on verge of puberty
analogous to bot sized
wrecking ball lob
bing within me tummy scare

ring the Bejesus
from those who begat me
nonetheless felt immense care
and concern helpless, and lacked app
nowadays accessible within sphere,

viz zitting world wide web,
now holed up in mancave sitting here
reflecting how I sabotaged
vitality, virility and vim stunting
maturation across vast swath of yesteryear!
Form: Bio

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