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I tucked out the earth with both my shaky arms.
I sighed out loudly till a sob terrified me to death.
A giant heart touched me with my final breath.
No dark disguise, by God, can hide this charm.
The earth is heart-shaped, and heaven is above.
Beyond pure joy, souls might encounter God.
They refuse to split, or the sun sets over a trod.
The heart can pulsate water rise and earth move.
Deathly sleep at the mercy of brutality.
The Earth's ultimate radiance was lost.
All the huge hope ever to be given had a cost.
His once proud world was ruined by humanity.
A haughty beast has conquered the earth.
A world where neither love, life, nor death matter.
His conduct was utterly impolite and shatter.
No friendship, no religion, not a shred of worth.
He usually came to a halt due to his torn feet.
He hefted a broken metal remnant in his hand.
Looking everywhere to find the burgundy land.
Throw it away and proceed without deceit.
I asked the stranger why he was there, instead.
Where does battered earth gaze up at the stars?
It might be a gift from a loyal friend of the arms.
I caught sight of his eyes as he tilted his head.
What are you seeking with those epic eyes?
I urged once more where the false heroes fell.
Faith is always and forever buried and can tell.
For steel, he urged to design a blade of surprises.
Written: October 20, 2022
You belong where your heart belongs
Dedication to all humans alone in the fooled crowd
I see the fear in your eyes
I see the grives in your words
I see the agony in your thought
I see the worries through your ways
Yet right deep inside your heart
lies the unseen truth
You belong where your heart belong
I see how hard you fight in the midst of the crowd
I see your struggle to make a different
I see how difficult life hits you
just for standing up to justice
I see how the sheeps mock you on your opinion
I see how brave you prentend to be
among the coward even when you know
danger is knocking on the door
Yet right deep inside your heart
your soul bleeds
You belong where your Heart belong
Remenber life is never a garden full of roses
Even the God dont make it so
So dont gave up on your self
who ever you are
Where ever you go dont change
your heart
Who ever loves you is okay
Who ever hates you dont matter
As life brings them both for you
to gain wisdom for life
So live your legacy
You belong where your heart belong
I see is hard for you to speak
when you are always misunderstood
I see is difficult for you to say your mind
when you are always the laughing stock
I see how impolite your opinion is been ignored
All because you sound different
Yet in all you do
You dont do it on your own
As the heart connect to your soul
So always
You belong where your
Heart belong
I kept holding back the tears because I have nothing to fear
I kept holding back the tears because I have nothing to share
The negative energy around me is making me feel unhappy
Days in and days out they make my spirit shout
My body temperature is rising from the deep and it is making my sprit leap
I watch the morning and the evenings racing in front of me and my courage bubbling up inside of me, nobody has asked me how I feel
But they are always looking for something to eat, they drain my spiritual energy with their profound illiteracy, impolite cries are falling from
The skies and sooner or later someone is going to die
The air is stagnant with cuss and my spirit is rising from the dust
I can feel a peculiar heartbeat and my emotion swinging out into the deep.
The pregnant sky is rolling over my head and the rain clouds are
Standing by, the day is sliding away and making its mark in the day.
My stomach is growling, and birds are looking for preys. I can hear the engines rolling and the people start running, smoking is bellowing from the sky and universe is marching by.
Roll pressure point roll, roll the drum around the town, listen to the shallow beat and pass the message around the streets
Let down your frantic gown and shake your body around the town
Deliver a humble spread and cover the entire bed, roll pressure point roll
And put on your husband gown and disguise yourself in the middle of the town.
I have been saying to myself that the price to roll the dice is an awful
Sacrifice, it causes an arm and a leg, and it will raise your passion up to your head. Follow your routine and accomplish your dreams. The nights are cold the task is loud but the heavens will warm your spirit with a glow, get ready for the final show.
Looms as harbinger unless
*****sapiens can unite
one non Yiddish speaking
Ongematert wishing ye
fare thee well tonight
before betokening apocalyptic sight
'course one must go about
her/his business - right?
Rhetorical question - yet
impossible mission quite
challenging, where one
brother grimm ponders plight
Cosmofunnel favorite fan
Katina Borgersen "poof"
our acquaintanceship dissolved
(think snapped fingers) outright
regardless, whether...
perchance we ever
cross paths long daze
journey into night
met under virtual reality moonlight
ah... the mere awareness
of her existence
metaphorically found modest, mercurial
mellow male within limelight
oy vey admittedly one
rusty Ongepatshket knight
fumbling in the dark with
his unreliable sputtering jacklight
hooping aforesaid gal whose eyes alight
upon mine genuine words doth newt
coon sitter me laughable, nor impolite,
yet accept hard reality to highlight
and/or _ underscore delight
full dame online - each of us,
an infinitesimal jot of granulite
within vast cosmos given finite
minuscule time to excite
our senses trening utmost delight
during brief unique
deoxynucleic chromosomal copyright
til death do us part,
whether natural demise
or... huge mushroom
clouds radioactive blight.
Uneasiness far greater
to confront atomic augury
than pernicious penury
which ceases within eyeblink
far more serious than perjury
nonetheless afflicting me
with psychological injury.
Personal finances pitted
me deep in hock
into red zone, yes
quite a shock,
now finds yours
truly poorest oldest
curmudgeon goofy "kid"
on the block
within Lake woebegone
hard space and rock
as inevitable doom
with each second approaches closer
with each tick tock.
Opening her door
Paying for the meal…
And the movie
Helping her in and out of her chair
Being a gentlemen
The qualities women used to want in a man
What happened?
Is it now polite to be impolite?
Suddenly,
The cars, clothes, and jewelry make the man
Not the soul
I don’t like Girbaud Jeans
You can say my ride’s a ‘hupty’
I wear shirts and ties
But if you look into my eyes
Sincerity lies
Don’t conform,
Stand alone,
A gentleman, lost in time
Dumbfounded with disbelief
A poet, rapper, songwriter, singer, composer, and Christian
Not astonishingly handsome
Decent looking
A good guy, a rare breed
Singled out by society
Rejected by love
Often oppressed
Kind-hearted and compassionate
Yet-
I exist only in shadows
But a mere mirage
Inexplicable,
Why good guys finish last…
Amazing acrobats astound awe-stricken audiences. Amy always asks about acts already arranged.
Bouncing bears balance beach balls. Bobby Bear bicycled behind Betsy Bear.
Crazy clowns crash carelessly. Carousels circle clockwise.
Daring demonstrations dazzle dazed dreamers. Dopey donkeys dance diligently.
Elegant elephants elate everyone, eating everything enjoyable. Eight elephants execute exciting entertainment.
Forty-five feisty flamethrowers fiercely fight fires.
Great Gambino gulps gigantic gems gingerly, giving gasping gazers giggles. Genuine gigantic gorillas gaze goofily.
Hefty horses heave hefty hounds, howling harmoniously. Heavyweights hurl hug hippos. “Hasn’t hurt him,” Hugo Heavy huffed.
Iris indicated it’s impolite if I’m interested in inquiring into immersion into icing.
Joshua juggled joyfully. Jeremiah just jumped jackasses.
Kissing kangaroos kiss kids kindly. Karate kicking kids keep kicking.
Lions lounge lavishly leaving lookers laughing loudly. Lollipop licking llamas licked Lional Lion lovingly.
Many men make mountainous merriment. Mules march, munching Mayberries.
Nineteen nutty nags named Nancy nudge naysayers near nets.
Orange orangutans obey old-timers, opening obese objects.
Portly Peter Penguin parades past pretty Penny Penguin. Penny paused, politely preening. People purchase peanuts.
Quilting-bee queens quickly quiet quails. Quarantined quibbling quackers quickly quiet.
Rabbits run rampant. Robert requests refreshments.
Silly seals steamroll stalled stallions, snorting soundly. Six stallions stomp successively, surrounding such silly seal.
Tumblers take to the trapeze. Three tall tents tower, taller than two tightropes, two trapezes, three tumblers.
Ursula untied ugly umbrellas.
Vexed Venetians volleyed violently.
Wondrous wide-eyed watchers wooed weighted-down wagons.
X-rays x-hausted Xena
Youngsters yelled, yanks yelped.
Zany Zelda’s zebras zigzagged.
I wanted to paint like the mad woman of Kansas today.
I wanted to throw paints around on canvas in a swishy, squishy, messy, impolite way.
I ran out to my studio and finished up a present for a friend.
Then I wrote some poetry, and I read a book and I watched two TV shows
Which were a total waste of almost two hours of my time.
Then I ran outside to the art studio again,
But before I reached it, I saw a baby deer,
So I landed instead in my office, and I wrote a poem about him.
Then I was hungry, so I came into the house again and ate a sandwich.
But before I consumed it, I started looking for something salty.
Namely potato chips, which were hidden.
This reminded me of how irritating it is that my
Husband has transformed from a loveable slob into an insanely weird cleanliness freak,
I guessed that he had hidden the potato chips.
He was wearing his headphones and could not hear me yelling, so
I threw stuff all over the kitchen floor to show how truly and completely mad I was at that moment.
I am the mad woman of Kansas today, who is now throwing socks out of a drawer because
My feet are cold, and I am really getting grumpy. I am the mad woman
Who is never painting a thing today apparently. I know this as I settle down for a little nap.
I'm thankful for my power of vision
to watch surrounding with this sensation.
I traveled and spent enough time to see
many mountains, rivers, fountains and sea.
Charmed to visit violent volcano,
Icebergs, glaciers, hilltop,solid snow,
verdant valley, meadow auburn ,
vast barren desert, caves and caverns !
But once over failed to appreciate
blazing beauty of dew droplets
glistening bright on glass blade in my garden
which I discovered all on a sudden.
Ceaseless runs sounds,
knowing no bounds.
Day dawns, noon deepens.
Afternoon ripens
till comes silence at night
Birds chattering -chirping,
Domestic cries scattering.
Vexing vehicles hasty,
Cracking sounds nasty,
blowing horns, impolite.
Either avoid yells of crowd,
or be a part, being proud.
Loud rude arrogance,
on shouting day of nuisance.
busy noisy upright.
Just be bold and loud.
Shout, as life will sound.
Daily noisy marital clash
may or may not often flash
Observe night without fight.
Rainy season brings sacred aroma of jasmine
soothing my olfactory nerves : superfine !
I reminisce affectionate Grandma thanking sense of smell within.
As best friend I chose her ! She was so close.
From her garden strong scent of blooms rose.
Soaked soil produced feral petrichor mesmerising me.
Both scent are mingled with my Grandma ! She was so cary !
Redolence makes me nostalgic on sweet memory .
Duet between Omodele Oluwabunmi and Wems Henry Temmy speaks... cautiously
OmO
Mother, I forget not thy words
When I was a score and half a dozen
“My daughter, let your heart hold my teaching "
But my heart was weak; as time flies, it holds it not.
Then, the forest seems to be the road in my sight.
WHT
Please, be not mad to treat me like bastards
For how long shall we keep fussing...?
When no one wants to hear my heart breathing
Nor the running of tears so hot,
Though my acts are impolite.
OmO
Father, I remembered those five words
“receive instruction in wise dealing"
But my ears were on strike then
So it hear you not
For the dog that will lost won't hear the whistle of the hunter.
WHT
Teachers' blood may deny the nerds
But ethics will break the limit of advancing
Into making classroom turns Bullpen
Where no one fears swat
Meanwhile, each had become an adapter
OmO
I grew older to become foolish
The mouths that brought me up smell to me
The words that comes from it
Become the dirt I washed away
I become a foolish daughter of a wise parents
WHT
In my wisest choice, decision grows childish
Yet, can not change the mindset not to be
The box that harbor things just to fit
Into the folder of a permeable Cache
Like reasonable pride of deviants
OmO
I disowned the advice of my parents
Then adopted the advice of friends
My heart released the advice of my parents
But breathe in the advice of friends.
WHT
That in peers influence, I grew wings dissident
Beyond what an external check can blend
And with time; in tease, am an entrant
Watching how well I can teach myself as a docent
OmO
Now, my life is crashing,
And my friends are laughing at my calamity
Tears become my daily food
With no one to take away my tears.
WHT
For all I tried trashing
To shape life's conformity
Till all turned to be good
Only stress cure lane to gear repairs
OmO
Let the tears of the foolish daughter,
Flow round the world
Not to add more water to the rivers
But to teach the young ones lesson
WHT
And chase the wayward away from traps of the slaughters
With regards to take heed when situations whirled
What more are pro. drivers
If license and experiences don't winks when speed is to be lessen
©® OmO/WHT
Herd was ferociously terrifying in his warrior-ware.
He is frightening whispered two women who scare.
Herd’s tattoos were fierce, his eyes were popping black.
He had a way about him that he could never take back.
People parted in fear as he strutted into a town.
They talked about his wolf kills for miles around.
I just did not see it. From were comes their fright?
I see a different man, one with a huge light.
He takes no prisoners, he is a battle machine.
Said several men, not trying to be impolite or mean.
I watched him stomp down a hill, not seeing this.
I saw him give a wink to a girl, a cute little miss.