Long Credential Poems

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Soul Sisters

Sisters at heart 
We'll never part 
Stay together 
In all weather 
Sharing our woes 
Joys and sorrows 
She is special 
Love's credential
Dancing peacock 
My sure, strong rock 
She sees me through 
My close pal true 
My bestest friend 
Real Godsend 
Her honest view
I do value 
To her, I turn 
From her, I learn
Charming star bright 
She sets me right 
Her love and care 
Is something rare 
You'll hardly see 
Such amity 
What's between us 
Is a sure plus 
She is carefree 
And lets me be 
Peacock and bear
The bond we share 
We understand 
Like sea and sand
We're of one mind 
She's a true find


10.23.2020

(4 syllables each line)

(Dedicated to my best friend, Meenu)


For Regina McIntosh's "From the heart" contest
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Self Portrait

You’re only as good as your last.
—my spine, mid-fold

I enter a contest
like I enter most rooms:
looking for sound no one’s made yet.
I don’t chase strange—
not all weird is created equal.

Once I find it though—
the mirror says submit
the mask says edit
the stage says nothing,
but still demands presence.

I wrap my fear of not-enough
in a metaphor so elaborate
it cues the lighting, files the props list twice,
proofreads the program.

In a backstage mind,
I re-enter my Almost phase—
a trapeze of deadlines,
swinging for an audience who won't remember—
wanting them to see me, follow
my next leap.

I’m not interested in winning per se.
I just need to be undeniable—
objectively worse, isn’t it?

When the wings hum with nerves
the color of gone-sour grapes—
I tell myself, it's not the sh*ttiest piece
you’ve ever written, and the air tastes
like bitten nails, sharp with an apology
I haven’t spoken.

Every poem I send is another version
of myself smuggling me past the velvet rope,
(also me, maybe you) each line
a peeled credential hoping to be let in,
to find others still building their craft
from scraps of broken mirrors.

I almost make it—
then a sense of achewhelming¹ hits:
that breath-stuck thrum when I see
someone seeing too much of me,
and I forget how to hold the sentence.

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¹ achewhelm (n.) — stasis or irregular rhythm of breath that strikes when the self is too exposed to speak clearly; a paralyzing mix of over-recognition and emotional static that derails intention mid-expression.

Three Digits of a Stand

He was a helping vessel, 
Greatness was pertained in him, 
Can't imagine himself about the possessive power,
At a tender age,he was pointed as naughty gazelle, 
The entire neighbourhood took is capabilities to be a theme, 
On wrong settings,...stayed under bower,
Called him to dad,..viewed her around bezel,
Quarter passed timely,when we got to swim,
Figurative collections stolen against Fowler, 
His brother understood mums worth of no credential,
Number one was fake love, 
Drained to beat over fears,
The family steamed up without essential,
Conflicts left dad at a club,
Early in their marriage everything stayed with no tears,
Day break served everyone with biracial, 
When circles were drawn,...he asked how?
Bought heavy suits to take a snap,
Growing to be responsible,...
Jobless for five years on a lap,
In fact,number two made plain of reliable,
In college teachers held tightly what I kept as Map,
Directing every goal to success,...parable,
Counting parent steps,I drifted from a slab, 
Brother chased his dreams under stable,
"Don't be left from Christ's cup",
It was mum speech craved in variable, 
Digitized,number three showed the day I got married,
Things went well from no form,
Birds on wall,trees and enjoying a feed,
So proud,nature housed our casual uniform,
Drumming all over wifey,
Every toss got us to visit the grandparents of our children,
Grateful had set a family free,
Nervously,I met salvation not alone before when,
All was about glee, 
Severance towards souls if will rend, 
A vow day of a real style,I'm out of a money world.

Mediocrity Rivals Corruption

Titanic battle unfold as foreseen and planned 
Almost the egg and the chick story ever told 
A complex battle and partnership that desecrates 
While they flex for supremacy of a land barren

Tomorrow’s temples lie in reckless shambles   
Good has never been discredited to high degree
Excellence lost her place in today’s agenda  
The dogs have conquered the temple with wild snarls   
They gnaw away at the fabrics of the core of life
In a land where Idiocy is the credential that qualifies 
Upturned values changing the scope of life 

In corruption we allowed mediocrity and wallowed
In fervent prayers for idiocy to change form in time
A nation overwhelmed by real capacity in real tatters 
Leaders of the lot confused in their ignorance and shame 
Nation under siege on two fronts by identical monsters 
Corruption has begot his biggest rival mediocrity  
Leadership scripts oozing Mpu na iti (impunity)

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         Thank goodness, I was able to attend school.
         The joy of dressing in a blue uniform.
         Without a teacher, I would have grown up, a total fool.
         My brain, perhaps would have been deformed?


         I enjoyed my friends, true to this day.
         Being alone, all day, would have left me a fool!
         Who did not like recess with all the games we played?
         And besides~ school had a great swimming pool.



        The nuns were very strict, oh, we learned well.
        The joys of heaven and the archangels.
        The hot brimstone of Satan and hell.
        Books wrapped in special papers, would lead me one day, to get a    
        teacher's credential.                                         



        Let's stop being fools, and demand they open all the schools.
        Children deserve what you and I had, and more.
        Not all homes are perfect places, many children's parents are fools
        So let's allow our children them to associate with friends and their full   
        education be restored.            
      





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Form: Quatrain


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