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This day born an industrious Eve
Good on paper and better practical wise
Which Adam gets to have a view
How truly the combination would yield
Of himself in his Maker's image
Feel safe and relax-- caution free
Without mirror cum a true reflection
Today's atmospheric template perceive
The bliss, grace, and joy of age to apprise
Giving everyone an open hint to the right clue
How nature's agents naturally wield
Combining colors like rainbow in range
To celebrating her age in such a wonderful glee
Season is experiencing a nice actualization!
To celebrate you isn't a choice
A must if not would develop an ire
Be there soon with you and the cake
But as I prepare, don't wait the party
What a traffic quite aleatory can do?
Just woke up to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Meanwhile, such a moment can't be missed
Gain more wishes with the party noise
Let your dance steps electrify souls like wire
Many would have it a nice memory for that sake
Some will map it out footing such really arty
And laugh themselves all alone without a boo
Yet of you each will have h/her own say
And eventually take it a lovely twist
Over the year gone by, life has a weir
High or low, one can't jump in reverse
May be of laughter in memory, we can
Or of joy in abundance cum such dream
Like what regret can only adjust for us
Or the skills failure enriched our energy
To keep fit the focus of moving forward
Hang them all up in praise as to coffin by bier
And baptize each but only the lessons, don't submerse
To cool its repetitive heat, you need its fan
Alone in its drowning sea, learn how you once swum its stream
That is surely an empowering plus
To cope with a recurrence life lethargy
Aiming at a good time to drag one backward
Please shift to a clockwise direction, be veer
Past is such an insincere infection
Permit not its influence to interfere
Lest, you go ga ga ga in suspension
Instead of going gay gay gay for success
And unsteady motion will rest
Till comes out every of your timing best
Be good dear lovely sister
Be happy now and forever
Be nice to your darling mister
Be his pill cum natural fever ??
Make the best out of today
Make even the very beast go really gay
Make sure sky is not just red
Make sense of the say from each head
Courtesy of Adebiyi Anu O'Dayo
I am going to be rich and famous,
everyone will know me, my name in lights!
Great! Where will you start?
Will you be a singer, dancer, artist, basketball star? Quarterback?
Not sure yet.
But I will be grandiose and brilliant; everyone will be calling my name.
I will wear dark sunglasses, and people will fight over my autographs.
I will be the utmost!
When will you start?
How will you begin?
What is your plan?
What talent will you pursue?
It is not clear yet, but when I begin, watch out!
I will zing through this world with zest.
I will have so much zeal, it will electrify guitars.
I will be on magazine covers, I will be the best.
I am sure that you will, honey.
When will you begin?
What can I do to help?
Not sure yet. My plan must be perfect.
Of course, sweetie, but honey, you are already sixty.
Do you think you could start with a nonperfect plan and tweak it?
Absolutely not mother!
The blush of a pink candle so sweet;
I can feel the love you pour upon me
bloom in the softness of its glow;
Sparkling saffron energizing glances,
lemon tart words electrify my senses;
Captivated by your ethereal light;
I can still smell your sage in my head,
Feel the energy as I held onto your hand;
Lime fluorescence engulfing me;
Aquamarine brings such fine serenity;
Permeating your aura with tranquility,
you wrap me in shades of amethyst;
Russet leaves paper the ground,
the path glitters cardinal and gold;
Under a turquoise sky autumn flies;
I still see those violet eyes,
otherworldly beauty;
Lavender prisms play like a sunset sea;
The hues of his gentle soul
a gateway to believing.
Strike me with your ligjtning of love,
electrify every fiber of my being
with the violet voltage
that your soul can unleash,
spell love upon my soul
with a bolt of tongue thunder,
make me vibrate vulnerable,
deliver unto me the raw of passion
flashing like a cyclone
of lethal caress,
buckle me blind to my knees
pleading for revelation ruthless,
I tremble in your storm of seduction,
bleeding straight into your mouth
of wet fire,
shock me strikingky into the center of salvation,
elevate my erected ethos of eternity,
let me lavish You with a lodestone
of unmistakable loyalty,
I pour upon your majesty
a lava from the bowels of bravery,
I harness your storm heat
in the palms of my oceanic urge,
exploding through a riptide of desire surge,
I want every part of your wild atmosphere,
the lips of your thunder tempting my testimony
to speak the truth of temptation,
Light my sky with lust,
make me star gaze
into your eyes of terrible amor,
I want you like I want the crown of the Universe,
I collapse into your catastrophe of love,
knowing that you will not abandon Me,
that You will serve Me the love that I need -
J.A.B.
This is not a conversion disorder
There is nothing like numbness,
I can touch the report
I can feel the calender on my table
Not even blindness
Because i can see the list
Of things am met to spend
These few dollars i risk for
Don't even give it a thought
My muscles are functioning
I have been working for thirty days
I have been working on reports
While posting poems on PS
That sweeps my internet
Its just a choice disorder
I am loosing control
On my priorities
I am running mad over this tax
These workers drink electrify
Like elephants
There throats have rust on them
Hell No! Noisy bobs are back
For holidays, ready!!
To beg for their sweets justice
And holiday work help
Yet I paid their teachers
And the shameless landlord
Who brings his long beak
After smelling chicken on my stove
Knowing am now paid
Started coughing hard last night
For to remember 30TH is here
How do they call them
Insurance thugs or what?
Cant i just drive my car?
Are you gods to predict fate?
Then this government tax
Which makes those hippos
Break or plastic chairs on parties
Look at the city vendors
who shout at me
Uncle buy this
Dad buy this
Shut up are we clan mates?
These employs
You fire this, he incarnates in that
Same begging, same laziness,
Same excuses
All merciless keep peeping
In my office to measure
My disability to pay so that they call a strike
And this noisy woman
No salt, No food,
No sugar, soup,
No..hair
No...make up
No Sex!
Did I create 30TH
Or the fate of 31TH
These dollars i hold in my hands
Are invisible
I have worked hard
For those eating much they labor not for
I cant even pay myself on it
I i do someone will shout!!!
Till i go for a bank loan
And every one will smile
On 1st thanking me
For becoming poor
And making them rich
As they tell me stories of drinking themselves foolish
And cheat on their wives with strippers
As i remember
How i paid the last coin
To the church
For crying my tears in their pews
Its all i get
Hysteria at the end of the month
Listen to the Conga drums speak
Drench my soul with the spirited beat
Break the chains from around my feet
And sprinkle some rum on the street.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep
Electrify the sleeping dead
Exhume innocent bodies and balm them again.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Stand up and dance to the rhythm and beat
Fling your hands way up in the air
And swing your bodies without fear.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Telling legends and tales over the years
Hearts exploding with gladness
When they hear the conga drums beat.
Take off your shoes and Join the circle
And listen to the conga drums agonizing thump
Transcend with me to the top of the mountain
And unload your heavy burden.
The Gods are calling me to unite the spirits
And seek peace in the holy mountains.
Listen to the conga drum’s cry
Lamenting the souls who have gone by
I can feel the tempo gushing through my vein
making land fall at dawn and igniting with
quiet sprits feasting on top of the mountain.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Spread out in the open meadows
Form a big wide circle around the fields
And dance out the turbulence in the pastures.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Observe every car on the busy street
Rolling vans and busy men
Camouflaging dark secrets
in old grave yards and pumpkin farm.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Catapulting rhythm under my feet
Laughter and tear romancing in the air
Mankind is blind yet making life sublime
Listen to the conga drums speak
Dance and submit to its hypnotic beat.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
A bizarre light show streaked across the sky.
The blinding lightning seemed to explode and electrify.
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Vivid flashes of color to the clouds and everything under.
Striking blasts of illumination floodlit the night.
In total awe we eagerly witnessed this amazing sight.
Breaking the silence, more crashes of thunder came booming down.
Deafening the unsuspecting residence of our Sydney town.
A mind boggling spectacle was being played out.
Unable to hear ourselves think, we couldn't even shout.
A memorable night, never happened before, maybe never again.
Now along with the thunder, comes torrents of rain.
1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
2. Gulping her exhibition so flashy
as my loose mind wrong-foot her emotions
the will to know what’s next unhooks its heat
after the drinks should be seamless kisses
my advances she bans as licentious
we can make this dinner more than a date
modesty and formality should wait
so let’s tarry my dear till it is late
and follow the new script written by fate
as this proudly puts me above my mates.
3. Her senses electrify in doubles
she’s giving me wrong headed reactions
as they gang up to be monolithic
on this feeling, acting the pied piper
first time chilling needs no alacrity.
She makes it so sexy, what’s today’s date?
history colours itself, time cannot wait
everything is in check, we can’t be late
this could be destiny or our fate
b’cos our hearts are becoming mates.
4. Her decency spanks my curiosity
suppressing my full light to a dip switch
this attitude attracts strong reprisal
the hope for next meeting reinforces
but the after-play still non-existent.
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Bridge x 4
The first, the tenth, what difference does it make?
That probability, the mind takes
your ‘No’ surely makes this dinner seem fake.
Chorus
Pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
Chorus
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Colors swirling in my head,
purple, blue, green and read;
their sounds are so sweet,
such precious meat for my spirits’
famished cravings.
The hum of blue tranquility,
sounds of lights’ infinity;
trembling, vibrate endlessly
around my sparking grey cells;
appease my hungers’ raging.
Burning light-rays tendril fingers,
grasp my mind, their tightening lingers
as they fire harmonic sparks into grey matter;
my soul, my heart.
Harmonic colors sacred sounds warm my chilled spirit.
Sounds of green, its vibrant scenes electrify,
play within my minds’ eye,
plant solemn purple notes within the black night
of my brain; build corridors of light
with yellow-orange, sun sounds.
Orange light vibrates bright,
the speed makes colors bleed into sounds that I must heed;
for angry red crescendos loud and in my head I feel it howl
like the sounds of the west winds drawl.
The sounds of color swirl and fall
into infinity, like shooting balls;
such ecstasy echoing through my body’s’ halls;
my soul…crescendos bright.