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The cigarette sparks
Though small were non-bargaining
They turned cargoes into cinders
Thick smoke
Circling into the air
Before the fire engine arrived
While some flames still lingered
Amongst smoking debris
The last wall crumbled
And hollow darkness occupied
The spaces left
Amidst the fire remains
The smeared poles and pillars
Some people started collecting any valuables
In the miserable debris
Before the police arrived
Sad to say
The causes of disasters
Are not restricted to careless sparks
But rumours,greeds,crimes and political tricks
On purposes
They are more disastrous
Turmoil arose even very much greater
A hundred philosophies echoing through the stone halls,
Watching from the shadow, a gold coin looks on with manic smile
Looking at the opulent feast
I approach the poisoned wine with worries on my thoughts.
The red appearance like sweet dreams and toxic hopes.
Watching me gleefully the gold coin grins eyes manic and wide
I fearfully fret until tears unbidened fell,
As the gleaming promise pointed sharp dangers, at my family hiding in the corners
One sip his shine promised, one drop and your mine, your family freedom, your tongue unbind.
I look at the gold adorned devil whispering to my silent courage for the strength to fight the poisons of temptations.
I take the Chalice to my lips, my mouth closes on the ebony rim, until my tears fall into the unknown
Something trembled the world,
It seems like endless,
horrendous,
But also tremendous:
The Amazon rainforest has burnt into ashes.
Before,
The rainforest was so fascinating,
We all appreciated,
But the tragedy still happened:
The Amazon rainforest has burnt into ashes.
Before,
We foresighted,
We foretold,
But we didn’t have this misfortune in our prediction,
Because greedy humans changed our precognition.
Before,
Animals enjoying their lives in the forest,
Hiding in the darkness,
we are striping the forest and
Not leaving any sharpness to them.
Despite that,
The rainforest didn’t burn into a wreck,
Those greedy humans are
Insurmountable to the lure of
Green leaves.
They got a lot of green foliages,
But these green foliages are not immaculate,
These greedy humans are not imitating those real heroes.
These leaves are intimidating us and,
Delicating our Earth.
Now,
The obsolete rainforest,
Only obtains fragments of it,
Which is dangling our hearts,
Feels like danger is surrounding us.
‘The things that we did before are scraps, isn’t it?’
We don’t know.
The only thing we know is,
While the greeds are splurging and scrambling their wealth,
Our mother Earth is splintering and screaming.
What is the future’s contention about Earth:
‘What happened to the Amazon rainforest?’
‘It has burnt into ashes...’
‘But, Why?’
‘Because every greedy human’s heart has burnt into ashes...’
Wind blowing,
Ashes away,
Turned into a grey river flowing,
Having this beautiful rainforest years ago,
Seeing the rainforest undergo.
You know what - we can’t regret,
Because we created all of these misfortunes with them,
We’ve trusted them,
They promised us.
But they broke it, broke the world into pieces.
When you're born
You're at a junction
Paths derive from this junction
Suppose you're destined to one
You followed the path
On the way, many sceneries welcomed you
You're fascinated
And you took the chance
To fulfil your greeds or dreams
Maybe you waited , you received
Maybe you earned , you asked
Maybe you snatched, you demolished, you conquered
The path you follow
Whether long or short, straight or crooked
All are to the same final destination
Before you embark on the last station
You've to unload all your belongings
Which are from the previous world
After all what shall we do here now
To exist, to live or to conquer
The existing wars and epidemics just make us wonder
The thuggery & skulduggery we must disable
The fable that we are all from another stable
Reliant on corporate giant bland brand label
We should be able to sit at the same table
Could grow our food in our neighbourhood
No creeds just deeds sow seeds that feeds
Heeds our needs not greeds edible weeds
Chairs of reeds in a row stood around wood
Two hands & one mouth the triangle of life
Spans across lands fans of no fork or knife
North to south eat together beat the strife
Allayed & swayed by Proustian rushes rife
Severe all ties with pain lies of Cain and Abel
Come together guys round table whenever
Wherever forever there is nowt comparable
Parable of arable reigns never been a fable
Toes are digits that seem not holding
Whenever earthly floor is scolding
The hearts which followed; upholding
The care packaged in rage withholding
Fingers are projected structures so retentive
Of abundant blessings growing in captive
Frowned at seriously like boost; disincentive
Yet bears the cross in street's style adaptive
Future travel to fro past and present
Yesterday presents me a classic peasant
Today acknowledge my humble adjustment-
My hands in good morrow: capable agent
Aim sits quietly at the feet of success
Everyone is laid abreast to h/her guess
While some keep moving in sweet progress,
Few sit up, redress and amazingly repossess
Defeat sings melodiously unto goodbye
When at night; darkness owned greeds deny
The pleasure I've taken to subsequently defy
The little vegetable land infertile soils decry
Luck whispers of chances not taken well
Been through that lane where pains dwell
I kindly erase all agony I suffered without shell
When pissed time surely heal and dispell
Mercy shines through tunnel of bright vision
Beyond the seen and accidental collision
Which builds up logical routes I don't envision
Profitably equip me with the best provision
Duke…Duke…you are super cool…I don’t really know what else to say to you…oops, I’m speechless like a dumbfounded fool – just kidding – I’ll try to think more pozzitivvly
Umderstanding my conditions helps me, it doesn’t harm me necessarily…it’s being certain of what you have instead of delving in your depression mode, which really hurts your health and it’s like neglecting your ‘neads’… sick of constant greeds in my head…greedie thots straaaangul mee - can’t you sea the see of teers, rolling down my cheeks – don’t feel sowry for meee… naught is in my mind for the meantime, but I feel like I get things off of my shoulders…I just noticed this poem is super long…oh-oh!
Krazy me…making a long poem – let me cut it short for oo y’all…
Embarrasting fact, but I change my accent every time and I don’t know why…if you wanna know more about me, feel free to ask me, Duke and everywon (which means everyone is a winner) else who decided to read this poem that reveals my writative side of me…if you just came to this out of the blue, don’t think me weird – who knows where the wicked wind blows…I’ve been through so many positive and negative experiences in my life and everyone in this world has as well (I finally figured that out…silly me, right?), but it’s a mystery of what I will reveal to you guys poem-wise… okay, I hope to hear from you, Duke – buh-bye, pal! Good luck with everything in life and I believe that you’ll be a light in this world by what you do best! Talk to you later, I hope?
Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely
Course thy hot crimson blood;
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and innocent child -
If you but only could!
Consider, Meretrix,..humility!
To which pleasure one thus
Submitted
Guiltily discovers:-
The joy in the act or posture of
Lowering oneself in relation to
Others.
For in your anguished dis-repair
You will find strength to endure and
Embrace:-
The acceptance of all your defects
And ultimate seduction
In the power of your:-
"Submission to Divine Grace"!
I will adorn you in the yellow Toga
Of the Vestal virgins,
They whom wise Augusta did abhor;
Burden upon you with an Imperial
Tax
Imposed by perverted Caligula:
Whither all Matronly protestations he
Didst dismissively ignore;
My Tribune forcefully exact -
When employing you in the
Degenerated role
Of my most reluctant Whore!
Clasp jeweled anklets abouts your
Shapely bones,
Decorate upon you like fired and
Painted porcelain figurines;
Whilst all the while, as your lost mind
Bemoans,
Choking between involuntary gurgles
And low-pained, stifled screams,
The gagged mouth bites down
Amidst salivating sounds
Borrowed from the hurtling
Nightmares
Of your darkest dreams!
For I will lift you higher than the
Tallest mountain peak...
So you may gaze with awe over all
The innumerable Kingdoms and their
Proud tyrant Kings;
Of the many differing species of all
Mankind type things...
And of the immeasurable riches
They so endlessly seek.
Lower you to the solitudes of the
Grassed floors
That sweep across the sunken
Valleys deep;
Where, besides enchanted streams,
Violated Nymphs quietly weep
For Abels broken schemes;
Now, tragically, all taken apart;
And for the wicked callousness
Of fallen man...
Whose desperate greeds ripped out
His live brothers still beating heart -
Then tore at the living throat of
The one true Gods Holy Lamb!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon
Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen
Custom of one equates her eight hour day
Has It All Paul wipes away gourmet residual
Exhaustion frightened by frothy latte
Fingers in pies finance necromancer denies
Bulging funds fail to complete, coins conflict
Periphery rebuffs, enough is finite, endless leers
Goblet of gluttony grape broth overflow inflicts
Victim of vanished virtue, bon vivant declaration
Transmutes rules, outruns consequence
Guidance glued in buttery dough glides rhetorical
Yacht reined in quay quiver, another arrow for Cupid
Entertainment timed to change with shifting tides
Inglots tossed overboard drown in debauch
Drunk playboy Paul while vulnerable divulges
Disdain for greeds' steep scrag, perpetual pursuit
Outdo, prove prowess for those who never realise
Incongruent grapple for further forgets to cherish
Partners relent, resources force caucus to submit
Patronising Paul procures boardroom obedience
Inundating debt retards bombastic boon reward
Promise of association silences indulgent sin
28th June
Plenty Stimulates
Africa is too old to be young
the source of all humans
keep pointing on one root
i wonder where the world
could begin from
if we fail to recognise our
existing self
with out it root in Africa
Africa is too old to be young
is like to say a daughter
is the mother of her mother
Africa is always our mother
land
yes all humans
we all started migration
to every where we are now
from Africa
that is the truth
Africa is too old to be young
no old human history exist without
first from mother land Africa till now
what will you show to the world
today without? the knowledge
of the truth
alot has be hidden about
africa
alot lies has been told
about Africa
is not new how Africa Is
underated world wide
yet without? Africa
the world can't survive
Africa is too old to be young
i encourage the world
to summon courage
and look after it parent
Africa is the parent of all
of us
your race don't count
when it come to the truth
cos already we have been bless
beyond skin colours
i advice the world to
stop exploiting Africa
i wish the world understand
what benefits it will be
if we let Africa be the
way is naturally meant to be
so let's
stop the wars
Africa is too young to be old
the child can't have peace
when he or she don't allow
it parents to have peace
the world can never be at peace
if Africa is still on poverty and agony
the world can never be blessed
if Africa is a curse
the world has been long
in a deep trouble yet
we could change our
hard time only when
we realise the benefits of
Africa is not only for
greeds