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I Wanna End Me
It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games. Haha. Paint me like one of your Trojan horses. Why be sad that I’m returning home soon? Big bad voodoo daddy. Let me know. New Orleans. It’s likely that I’m a sociopath. But what would it matter? Chairs don’t sit, so why would I let the thought do so?
Mcguffins. Pilgrims. Plow rainbow serpentine. Turps. Wax on, doze off. I wanna kiss Billie Eilish. Her dead inside look matches my ensuite. Reckon she’d carry a lot of Bilbo baggage. As do thee unto mishaps. Perhaps. Hmm. Plausible. Ocean endeavours. Funny to think she’s younger than me. Origami. Murmur more peasant.
No board here. Rest easy mudblood. Whichever jumbo cup, always worth the diabeetus. Science, beach. Card master rates, deep down low. Don’t watch on acid. Reads palsy palms. Muster the leap of faith. Sow the famine field of bliss. Certified manga madness. Mango? Two for five dollars. Get like forty of em’. Fiddy bucks. Lez go. Who the hell are ya? I wanna know. Who do you think you are? Coming round here. Fancy pants.
Route 66 roadtwister? I don’t think so mister. Haha. Fly away. Debate the ways of the flying dutchman. Fly over yonder with thou stout in hand. Bound for the beasts riches in tires. Burnt rubber smells so good, not as good as keytamine. Tammy you little dinglebat. Rest easy little nymph. Driftking stands for doorokrats. Laundries. Coin? Denary. Tugboat the infestation. Retribution. Mortify. Grrrrr. That’s a growl. I don’t care. Zoo wee mumma. Throw that little Rat in a tub of acid. That’s nuts.
On a spotty, sprinkled day, at the Plott's house on the block,
A squatty Uncle Scotty had sent a polka dotted, cuckoo clock!
The family said "That's handy!", and found a spot upon a shelf
For the dandy, new Swiss timepiece,...next to toddy mix and tea pots!
While Mommy Plott washed all her pots, Daddy Plott worked in the yard
The children, too, were caught worn out, after swatting flies so hard
By the twilight of the evening, they were worn, like pennies spent
Supping lentils, corn and pintos, ...then, up stairs they gladly went
Daddy Plott turned out the lights, falling, plop, right into bed
But bolted up with such a jolt!!...loud "CUCKOOS!!" hurt his head!!
The brand-new clock, made such a noise, his nerves hung by a thread !
That yoddling bird, that could be heard, might wake the neighborhood!
It popped out every hour, and the sour house would shake
With a hollering "CUCKOO' voice....with an awful racket made!
They covered it with pillows...and took it from the room
But the "CUCKOO-CUCKOO-CUCKOO" could be heard...from even the moon!!
They would just doze off, fall fast asleep, and think that it was done....
But when the hands said Next O'Clock......it would cluck out lots more fun!!
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...four....!!
The poor little bird, with his voice getting sore....
Saying 'cuckoo', ....'Cuckoo'......"CUCKOO!!!" again !!!
So Daddy took out the tick...........then he took out the tock
Then he defrocked little birdy.....so that he couldn't talk
Now it sits on a shelf.....in the house at the Plott's
Even the clock's little birdy.....can sleep like a rock!
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Riding on the chariot of light
Sun is coming to vanquish night
Warm welcome accorded by moon
It can doze off to sleep soon
Orange clouds, burning sky
Birds cheer watching darkness die
Multifarious chirping sound floats in air
Sun is greeted with rousing fanfare
From top of mountain sun peeks
Night dies giving an inaudible shriek
Tangerine, yellow sky replaced by white ashes
As sun emerges and his bright light flashes
All elements of nature applaud sun
For his victory over darkness easily won
Nightingale sings a mellifluous song
To listen to it, all birds throng
All quite only nightingale sings
Much joy it's song brings
1st place in Brain Strand contest
02.06.2021
Contest Name : This or That, Vol 3
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Title chosen : A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory
Sounds of the day?
Children at play.
It's summertime.
The weather's fine.
I'm at home with
me and mine.
It's piano time.
I listen to wind chime.
Cars passing outside.
Bees in their beehive.
Pigeons cooing in trees.
Warm summer breeze.
Clink of ice in glass.
Hope this weather lasts.
Music wafting from inner room.
My favourite piano tune.
Doze off in summer seat.
Woken by sound of wing beat.
Butterfly has landed on my nose.
Daren't breathe I suppose.
Phone rings inside.
Daughter answers, I hide.
"Do not disturb" my imagined sign.
Rather just drink wine.
Fall asleep in the haze.
Next to field where goats graze.
Sound of their bleeting wakes me.
Kettle whistling, time for tea.
15/06/2016
Emptiness seems paler,
Within the wind and the movements,
Echoes begin to creep in,
Without a beat, beyond the warnings,
The effervescence that once fueled my tools now sears my lungs,
Collecting old shadows I left to rest from once upon a time,
Colors are only a delicacy for monsters,
And the taints in my spine are drained by dementors,
Fallen for the light that seeps through the wooden blinds,
Convinced, maybe this time!
It’s only right,
The stars can be kind,
At times the sky speaks in tears,
While the storm strikes the pillars of my heart with fears,
Visions creating instruments out of casualties in my storms,
I wonder sometimes, how much combat is left in my bones,
Resist to insist for joy,
Yet every step feels like a bridge I destroy,
I’ve shown my skin and strengthened my pride,
My words have lost their loom through the valley of my tribe,
One day I hope I doze off and find some ease,
For I know, no limbs of mine can do what love can please.
I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described as “mysterious”. You’d never mistake him for a bad omen. He wouldn’t make a very good Halloween mascot either, the boy ran with wide-eye from vacuum cleaners and drooled in his sleep for God’s sake. Peaches had one eye. I never asked him how he lost it, or if he traded it for some extra lives or something. Frankly, I don’t even know if he remembered having two. He, with astounding two-eyed confidence, would size up the antique, conversation stained dining room table and leap up there, skewed depth perception and all, to fall six inches short of his goal. Never seemed to bother him though, two seconds later (eight seconds in cat years) he’d wiggle his butt and give it another go. Never letting one eye or wood tables or any of life’s other traditional inconveniences stop him. He could have written really great self-help books. Now that I’m thinking about it, Peaches taught me a lot about life. Most importantly, that the two o’clock sun was the best place to close your eye and doze off for an hour (four hours in cat years), drool a bit, and dream of a world without vacuums.
My eyes - thee lids they are heavy
My mind then wanders and drifts away
I doze off truly inspired by sleep
I contemplate - I am of admiration
Now resting, I enjoy the stages
I see beauty in REM - I glance - I peak
Gardens overwhelm my life-
The power of the flower
The rose - it infatuates me
One by one - step by step - each budding bloom
I enter a field - I am mesmerized
And my senses - I smell a deep aroma
I am fully aware - I wake
I now walk the paths - as I stumble
And each door I open - I see flowers
Climbing rocks rest assured -
The beauty is with is with me
I captured it in a dream - brought it to reality
The sun cast its shadows - I proclaim
And every door - I knock I see opportunity
In my dreams - I create beauty
In life - i create obstacles - who is to blame?
I view a sunrise - I am gifted
And the heavenly stars I gaze at - I am lifted
I analyze my dream- I insinuate
This beauty I see in the flowers
And the rose - did bloom representing love
Think of the gardens and I walk a path indeed
In reality! The dream it forgot to cultivate the weed.
She said boyyy stopppp
All that talk
Sounds like Greek mythology
Baby baby please, I missed you
I’ve never walked on air but
When you put your head on my shoulder
It felt like I had accomplished everything I ever would in that moment
Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms baby
She put her head on my shoulder
At last Heaven is not just in my mind
Holding your sky but not for punishment
I've defeated my Titans
Put your fear in the palm of my heart
Whisper in my ear, words I can hold dear
Show me that you care
With the silence your eyes bear
I’m becoming well versed in us
Seconds with you is the only time I’m placing 2nd
Daddy taught me ladies first
Put to rest all your worries in the hands of prayer
Then rest to my beats per minute
Until hours become ours with no regrets
You in my arms not even amnesia could forget
Put the heaviness of your world under the weight of my love
Let it blanket you gently
Forever isn’t meant to be shared unless it’s from God
So excuse me as I show her off like tomorrow has evaporated
Funny holding onto pain is easier than the risk of letting go
She exclaims don’t ever let go
Holding her breath for words of affirmation
I’ll hold on for as long as love exists, forever is simply an assist
Lovely how her darling can turn reality into a chapter of bliss
I love turning the page so your head can memory foam to my chest
Caress, my beard until I doze off, then you fall asleep
Feelings follow suit, as my hand gained a Queen
And yeah shawty is a 10
They can’t tell a King Jack, with this Ace up my sleeve
Meaning anyone interrupting our peace will get royally flushed
She should only wake up between REM cycles to steal a kiss
She already stole my heart so take it all
Put your lips on mine, then copy and paste
Because seconds taste better sometimes
And I want everything other guys leftover
Put your lips on my dreams until they can kiss you back
My pillow is not just in case it's the blueprint
Put you lips everywhere but on mine
So I can memorize your petals brushing against my skin
Let go of everything that keeps you from holding us
So I can love you like a paul anka song
p.s. I just want to stay in the eternal sunshine of this spotless moment…
Casper is my bunny rabbit who was found by my maid;
he has brown fur with white and gray spots,
most of them are on his fat belly and round head.
Welda is my cat, today she's not chasing any mouse;
she loves to bathe him as if he were her own,
none of the rabbits get closer to him, he's never alone!
I built a large, bright room just for them with big windows,
and I hung posters of other pets for them to view;
in spring the breeze is the gift of the stately willows
that fluctuate as grass...oh, my pets love to taste the fresh dew!
All the envious rabbits gather in the same corner and seem to chat,
but they doze off watched by the hungry bobcat...
while Casper is kept warm by Welda's loving breath;
how glad I am to witness their tender friendship...I simply laugh!