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The dramatic screenplay off the grid
with twists and turns, bent and half-quid.
Time rides loopty-loops, rebids,
yanking bucket eyelids -
trite for spilling squids.
rewrite acid,
book on skids -
forbids
kids.
11/7/2019
Rhyming Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Africa,
Upon this vantage pedestal I see you,
i gaze from this hollow quest,
away from the home of my ancestors,
a sojourner for a time,
I yearn,
to tread again the beautiful climate of my origin,
where no strange stares forbids my freedom,
Africa,
Did I hear the enthralling songs?
The chirping sounds of the birds,
The brilliant coruscations,
the evening tales by moonlight,
Oh! Nature, never saw you tainted.
it is different here,
Africa, A vast exotics land of combination,
with lush emerald jungles
vistas of burning stars,
and torrential white river,
the mountains unharvested,
the hills uncrowded,
Africa,
we smile without suspicion
not hunted "like partridges upon the mountain"
We breathe though poor
Yet rich in morals
I am a prisoned sojourner here,
men speed away uncaring.
locked in debts called homes,
bills buries friendship,
and for wood hay and stubble,
nature becomes a nullity,
in motions like robots,
we wake, we work, and wear our frame
Africa i hear you call
We were lonely,
Our children newly grown.
If only,
we could find someone for our own.
Apart from our kids,
our first marriages weren't great.
They hit the skids
more than ten years ago, plus eight.
We learned to survive
until the day we caught a leprechaun -
nabbed him alive,
and we had something to dream upon.
And so,
the two of us wished and thought
we caught a rainbow,
and our leprechaun was on the spot.
You were a beauty,
Your colors were to have and hold.
It was my duty
to be your pot of gold.
Naive like kids,
we'd caught a rainbow it had seemed,
but fate forbids,
and we hadn't caught what we had dreamed.
Life prods us hard in the race to succeed.
But why push so hard when we've more than we need?
Too many men fail to see God’s good favor
Until weather forbids them their toil and their labor.
If the clouds rule the day, with their dark consternation,
Before we will pause to obey inspiration,
Then our verses will echo that tone of foreboding,
And darker we'll wax while our lives are imploding.
So “work while the sun shines”, yes, “work with a will”,*
But take a break often and pick up your quill
To write about things that are happy and funny.
Don’t wait ‘til its raining. Act now, while its sunny!
* From the Hymn "Today, While the Sun Shines" by L. Clark
I swallow her bluest serenity whole
So she may return the favor,
In her consumption of my soul
My feelings I may waiver.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Then should your lips depart my direction,
I shall not regret exquisite perfection.
Let my dreams dissolve with numbing sleep
And dispense my blood of wonder,
For from my fears she’ll gently keep
The pain that would asunder.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Then should your lips depart my direction,
I shall not regret exquisite perfection.
And so our fleeting tryst must end
And fondness found thereof,
For she forbids to comprehend
A notion such as love.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Since your lips did depart my direction,
I cannot regret exquisite perfection.
SCHOOL CRUSH
The moment I set eyes on you,
Across the lecture room,
On that first day of term
I fell in love.
Your chestnut hair, bewitching eyes,
And, oh, the magic of your laughter
Coyly giggling,
Yet, in its very innocence,
Exuding sexuality.
Perhaps you know how young men’s hearts
Quicken,
The moment you walk in the room.
You couldn’t know how my heart
Cries out
The moment you enter my thoughts.
Six months I’ve longed to tell you,
But never dared approach,
For fear of babbling
Incoherently.
We talk, of course
But never speak of how we feel.
And so, this letter
(Please excuse the trembling hand)
Must tell you of my thoughts.
Modesty forbids that I should boast
That I could be the perfect boy for you.
But, when we talk,
I’ve sometimes made you laugh.
And that’s a start.
I have tickets for a comedy next week.
Will you come with me
And laugh together?
19th February 2019
School Time Crush Competition
Sponsor Faraz Almal
Father and son in the same world, facing opposite directions
both consciences battle it out in the ring beneath the palace
if his father won’t be in hell, he will be five minutes late
a man of no honour, less reverenced than his own white horse
this young man hawks kindness to his people to see the difference
but they are ravaged by the fungal itch of his dad
his hands are open to ease them of their pain from blisters
they reject from the perceived smell of the palace’s butchery
the man sitting on the throne flunks his people’s welfare
to the son, without their love, there’s no freedom
what is the use of a conglomerate without loyal employees?
why should the affliction of a people be a mortal’s delicacy?
in his dad’s chapter of the kings’ chronicles
he forbids the nation’s historians to write down his name.
if he’ll be the next leader, his father’s portrait will be painted in red.
4/10/22
I don't care if god forbids it
All day and night long I fidget
Alcoholic drinks I sip it
THC I smoke, another habit have yet to kick it
I pay it all no mind and have zero interest
You'll bleed out and die with a quickness
If you give yourself slit wrists
B**** quit
Stay out of my business
Good riddance
All of these gimmicks
And peculiar characteristics
It had nothing to do with statistics
Logistics
Or physics
I was about to go ballistic
After I listened to mystics
While trying to interpret hieroglyphics
It eventually turned cryptic
Then I started to get it
When for the longest time I didn't
Meanwhile she put on some lipstick
And others continued to nitpick
Thinking that they are the shizznit
When they're soft like a triscuit
There's always somebody trying to solicit
I'll take nothing for Christmas
I use to be looking for a mistress
Now I remain listless
From the start to the finish
It all took mere minutes
To spend it in one instance
For a brief second I held it with my digits
Going according to plan and as scripted
Another batch of drugs shipped in
Now all of this
I overdo it and mix it
ed up and twisted
If it seems worth it to me, I'll risk it
And stay persistent
Even if for the time being it remains distant
No need for a witness
I don't want forgiveness
Or to kick it
I'm going beyond the limits
No matter about being a misfit
The truth hidden
And forbidden
At one point in time, was this planet paid a visit?
Or is it all just a gimmick
There's a big difference between a wish list
Hit list
And s*** list
Which category do you fit in?
Why is it?
So quick to speak and judge, a bunch of critics
But when I talk, they become crickets
Close and far from thickets
As well as any isthmus
Just remember that eventually this is it
I walk the path of Human Secrecy
I belong in no Shelf
I put no labels to Myself
Hopeless of Heaven
Fearless of Hell
Unraveled my mind
Evoking turmoil in my Soul
In the mystery of my own Disguise
A stranger to my own Thoughts
Cradled with a Heartless Rive
That sees no boundaries
The emancipation of my mind
Subversive at its extreme
An agile Intricacy
The darkest part of my Soul
Where despotism forbids Denunciation
I've a mind of the highest Distinction
That holds me by the hand
Silently Saying
Look, Listen and Learn
I seek to understand
Rather than be understood
When God himself is in the Rough
It's time to summon Satan's Hell..
The days are running in front of my and the music is vibrating inside me, daylight is shining in my face and the some things are still out of place; my heart is nowhere to the found and the morning has had me bound.
Oh solace of the night, you have traveled from afar to bring
Peace to this troubled world, I know that you are kind and your love for the human race is divine.
You seek neither money power nor fame and everything you do it is done in Allah’s name, those that seek wisdom from you will make the right decision when the heaven meet with the sun for the world must come together as one and we will live like brothers and sisters throughout the land.
My heart is racing up the hill and I just cannot keep still, I can hear it beating against a strong wind that settle in the tree and the branches are spreading all over me, get up and pace around the room and answers will come to you soon.
Go back a little in time and history will open your mind, rewrite the clause of yesterday and blow the stagnant breeze away. Update the clause that says peace and paint it with love of a higher degree; the thoughts of men cannot be hidden and their action of the past cannot be blotted out; the silent words that have never been spoken will give you the victory at last.
Unscrupulous men of valor lined out on the corridor with necks and chin erected in the sky have breached the barriers and defies the order and still looking for a method to take the blessing away; but the heavens forbids such terrible and wicked sins.
The bald eagle is flying around in the sky, with a vision that bears the secrecy of life; it will solidify the plans and cool down the temperature on the land.
Where did my heart go when I start the show?
Where did my heart go when it has no other place to go
I can hear it beating and mingling with all the greetings,
The ego has gone through the door and my heart is asking for more and love is all over the floor, peace is the power of love that resonates from above, come and embrace me and your spirit shall be free
Where did my hear t go?
It’s time to begin the show