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Initially he is so charming
He charms your pants off.
Bring flowers to your mother.
And a treat for the dog.
He is almost too charming.
Giggle. Giggle. Smile. Smile.
You fall in love quickly.
Your father is not fooled.
He despises the guy right away.
There is something wrong with him, he says.
To everyone who will listen.
Not to your mother of course.
She shushes him.
She’s the one who has new flowers.
Giggle Giggle. Smile. Smile.
She is smitten.
He targeted you because you are the life of the party.
You have an internal joy he wants to capture and keep hidden.
At first he says and does everything to make you fall in love.
You are so in-love that you do not recognize the warning signs.
He accidentally shows up wherever you are, follows you places.
Under the pretense of making sure you are safe.
You think it is great.
It makes you feel special.
But as soon as you are married, you are squirreled away.
Taken to a remote location or another country.
Without a support system.
He makes fun of you for wanting to talk to your mother.
He goads you into dropping your friends.
Pretty soon he has thrown away your cell phone.
He is not pleasant any more.
He is demanding and commanding.
He is enormously not pleased with you.
You are not breaking quickly enough to suit him.
He steals your joy.
You learn not to smile.
When you laugh it hurts him, so you stop.
You try to please him, but you are never
“a good enough girl”.
He begins to treat you in the worst ways.
Beatings start.
He is always sorry.
So contrite and sad when he does it.
Begging you to take him back.
You have no other choice.
He has once again charmed your pants off.
Giggle. Giggle. But there is no more smiling
And you are probably not as in-love as you once were.
Open Wide The Eye Of The Needle
The eye of the needle is enormously large
It is made for camels to go through
Jesus tells us how easy it is
The very rich, when they grow up, enter
Pay for their passage into heaven
With lots of money invested in gyms
Simply becoming very thin is their solution
Everything fits with a little effort
The wealthy think they can buy anything
Special diets and medicine help them win
Gain favor with God through vast resources
Camels enter the needle first
Followed by the elite and aristocrats
Poor people don’t need heaven since they are fat
God doesn’t need slackers in the after life
Someone has to remain on Earth
To make more babies to serve the real needy
Rich people going through the needle won’t be easy
What a World!
By Izunna Okafor
Tears roll down my cheeks
Beholding the palm tree I tapped
From his knowledge of blue ink
With a bow, lofting off a huge gap
What a World !
Our intellectuals have all died
And the vase of wisdom dried up
The siege of our dear unbounded hist
Dusked and whisked away in a rueful tomb.
What a World !
In silence has the nature laid hold
Of the man I cherish so bold
Parting him behind our physical ears
And boiling us in the pot of rueful tears
What a World !
The wave blew aloud like a ruse
Kidnapping attentions as a tale
Only to jail some minds in her rue
Blinking as sorrows in the eyes of men
What a world !
We never expected an untimely departure
But that has reposed our penner in a mellow
For the time of men is tied to the nature
And our tears for the dead a show of sorrow
What a world!
The death has struck deep down our marrow
And incarcerated us to the jail of sorrow
We wail not that he was not old
But beside us lies an empty hole
Who then will satisfy our thirsty souls
What a World!
About the Poet:
Izunna Okafor is a Nigeria novelist, poet, journalist, essayist, publicist, administrator and an Igbo Language Activist who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South Local Government Area of Anambra State.
He writes both in Igbo and English Languages, and has published enormously in both.
Izunna, a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University, is a recipient of over twenty literary awards, and has five published books to his credit, in addition to his online publications, which cut across Journalism and Creative Writing.
Contact Details:
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He was a hard-edged razor-back, but bright.
His hands were red-dog rough, but his smile was a delight.
She was a soft-hearted floret, and smart.
Her hands felt as light and plump as a neonate’s heart.
She was Rubenesque, and shy.
He was a coyote-skinny kind of guy.
She was a Demi-Tram, and the head of the voting party.
He was against voting, but was scientific and arty.
Her eyes were angelic – a gray blue smooth mix.
His eyes were buggy and could stare with a salmonid’s fix.
When they were thrown into Senator Swear’s cocktail party,
He walked up to her, to say he found her outfit quite arty.
None of the rest noticed, as the men were ignoring her due to her beauty.
The women were ignoring his homeliness, feeling it was socially their duty.
He was humble, polite, respectful, did not look down at videos, U-tube.
Best of all, he kept his eyes on her face, not her enormously prominent boobs.
She did not think this unremarkable night could be salvaged,
But when he made his approach, she was quickly re-val-vaged.
He did not tell her she was pretty, but by his attention he showed her quite dearly.
Their mutual in Schopenhauerism almost immediately drew them together and clearly.
By the end of the evening the he and she were a completely-smitten we.
They both had dogs named Varuna, so they eloped on day three.
Feeling come, feelings go. How are you Feeling?
Feelings well up from wells of emotions deep within the psyche
Feelings are emotional responses to happenings, reflections and expectations.
You may feel sad, angry, happy, depressed, frustrated, elated, ecstatic.
But what are feelings and why do we become aware of them?
Emotions are physical, instinctive and hard-wired.
You see a lion you get scared.
Seeing something funny makes you happy.
There are just seven basic emotions:
Fear, Anger, Sadness, Joy, Disgust, Trust, Anticipation.
Feelings are mental associations and reactions to an emotion
Feelings are personal, and well up from emotional experiences.
There are more than 3,000 feelings, for just 7 emotions.
How you feel is a response to an emotion or happening.
It is something personal to you, and may differ enormously with time and circumstances.
Different people also have different feelings to the same emotion.
The lesson is that you can control and modify how you feel
So, How are you Feeling? How do you want to Feel?
I know your true life has only just begun
But it’s been so hard since we lost our friend, my son
Crying an ocean of warm salty tears
With an emptiness that holds so many untold fears
But my boy would want us to know he's in a good place
And that he’s watching us all with a smile on his face
I am richer for him and proud as can be
That he had so many friends, his special family
Thinking back now I humbly must say
How enormously blessed I am to this day
For in my life, you played the most important part
Those memories I will treasure and keep close to my heart
I am happy for all the friends he got to meet
For in you his story will not yet be complete
I pray that all of you know how much he loved and cared
Like a family, be thankful for the good times that were shared
Although he has gone we will always be together
And his spirit will live on in each one of us forever
When you look to the sky, look for the brightest star
As that will be our angel looking down on us from afar
And now I would like to thank the good Lord above
For blessing me a son with kindness and gentle love
Dear God, if it is not too much fuss
Take extra special care of him as he is very dear to us
And son, if you are listening, say a prayer for us every day
Be sure to protect us and guide us on our way
We know when God called you, you had to go
But we want you to know, Brooks, we miss and love you so
an enormously ambitious bumble bee
refused to help her hive with the royal jelly
she flew away and was now wild and free
settling in the Ozark Mountains of Tennessee
She loved bluegrass music and slapping of a knee
squatted in a hickory and there was no fee
her neighbor’s muscle car was from the Grand Prix
She was delighted to see this in Tennessee
Her new roommate was a lively chickadee
the art they used was made by handsome Paul Klee
a convict found them and begged to live in their tree
it was the first argument if you ask Lee or me
convict arrived anyway with his wife Merry Dee
His wife was a llama, he was a brown monkey
welcome new friends, said the loving chickadee
his wife was not happy; she could not climb the tree.
JUST CHOOSE PRAY DAILY LEAVE EVERYTHING ELSE TO GOD
Don't complicate your life.......
Live simply, love enormously
Be excited for God and the life He's given you
Just be true, choose love not hate
And don't be late.. but it's OK...
So when you've done all that you could do
And nothing else seems to do.. just choose...
Pray daily, leave everything else to God
Serve faithfully, be earnestly....
Speak truthfully
Pray daily, and acknowledge the Lord our God
Always
Just be true, choose love not hate
And don't be late.. but it's OK...
So when you've done all that you could do
And nothing else seems to do.. just choose...
Pray daily, leave everything else to God
Don't complicate your life.......
Live simply, love generously
Be excited for God and the life He's given you
Just be true, choose love not hate
And don't be late.. but it's OK...
So when you've done all that you could do
And nothing else seems to do.. just choose...
Pray daily, leave everything else to God
3/8/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Impossible mission for yours truly,
sans this dada to validate
those two most significant mentors,
no paternal biased trait,
(who I helped beget) enroute to great
adventures toward enormously
enviously exciting destinations,
thus birth father doth ululate
eternal burning tears boding
indefinite fare thee well,
cuz propensity to
become autonomous innate
within each body electric,
and offload emotional freight
unnervingly, unscrupulously, unwittingly...
within impressionable off
us spring psychs did create,
(especially thine eldest)
perceived intentionally deliberate
indelible, unbearable, undeniable,
unforgettable, unlearnable, unpardonable,
untenably insufferable state
psychological crimes, misdemeanors,
and punishments who bore brunt
regarding mine cratered distrait
parental moon unit gravitational pull
thus itching to break free
and cleared eighteenth circuit atop oblate
spheroid around nearest star
December twenty second, sans
(bench marked circa 1996), her birthdate
I unknowingly long fostered
execrable despicableness and did generate
antipathy, loathsomeness, vileness...
ripe opportunity she hightailed out our
reprehensible company she did hate
despising dirt poor existence portrait-
quick to compare/contrast our pennilessness
with rich Mainliners, where dire strait,
i.e. particularly financial since household
income equaled zilch figuratively
queued, hexed, aligned... with eight
ball, cuz we wanted progeny late
in life, despite afflictions
with mental illness
additionally unkempt, unsightly, untidy,
where chaos and entropy did administrate
residence discouraged "star student,"
nee repulsed offering extending
invites to any chummy classmate,
plus inapropos behavior,
I exhibited oblivious impact
analogous bing saddled to heavyweight
see millstone upon first born psyche
even now, she smolders
thus doth dissociate
with this "sir" and missus,
oh yes...much more aye could narrate!
At night, city lights are incomparable
to your unblemished smile,
Those eyes that twinkle
as the star blinks.
You as a diminutive creature
that exists enormously
within my realm,
Lighting up all the dark
nooks of the horizon,
Taming the wild boar,
As you unleash your nature.
The wilds are afraid
to be captured by the soul
that wanes in gloom
though oozing in bloom.
Inspiring all your companions
through having fun
while hiking in the rough
and muddy track,
Which has brought warmth
to the freezing core.
As I take my path
there you are stepping on
the opposite side,
Where the twig snaps
and makes me realize
that we are not in the
same trail.
By Akie