Long Interjection Poems
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I look out there
With a curious stare
An informative world conference experience
Should be attended if serious
No one can be seen
What could it mean?
Except for a gentlemen
A message the individual wanted to send
Holding a nation flag, notebook, and pen
A voice he wanted to lend
“I have a question
If we are in recession?
Have you heard of the triangle?
An international tangle
Displaying a thoughtful right angle
Culture, education, and health care
Are being challenged and dared
Need protection
Thoughtful interjection
Important academic schools
With lifelong skillful tools
For once learned
Decisions made are firm
Finding the right track
Not handled like a hack
I took the inquiry to heart
Swirling the Idea, I did start
Peacefully inserted in my mind
A concept I did not decline
Today we are competing in games
Warriors are athletic names
Many view sports as culture
Winning addiction turns someone into a vulture
Accepting the call
Try breaking down a destructive wall
Blocking interaction
Military might form a written retraction
On letterhead
This is better than counting the dead
If participants are not on stage
No matter the age
A surgical mask is worn
Due to health care virus that has torn
Creating a battlefield scene displaying those in mourn
Hopefully studying these two lessons
Creating a socially accepted confession
Commanding clean up the angry mess in
After grading egotistical testing
Minus violent arresting
Funny no spectators in the seats
Pondering the Olympic flame heat
Just like my speech
Where only one person I did reach
Was that lone soldier enough?
To release the peaceful white dove
Flying above
Filled with love
Getting things straight
‘We live in a world that should not encounter hate’
Remember only an audience that has one
Can get the real job done
Since the spoken word directly would be understood
Masses not tinkering under the hood
Engine conversation perfectly sounding purr
Warming the ice-cold burr
Leaving positive talk in the pot to stir
Honestly defeating any army, endured
Twas like every November before it,
But this one came with an air of uncertainty,
For the drums of celebrations had halted in may.
When Owen celebrated his second birthday.
Fate was finally smiling at Evbareke
Those around her had thought,
For indeed she, the child whose mother abandoned just nine months after her birth.
And left in the care of her sick father,
Aged grand mother,
Family members who cared less
For her existence.
Had grown to become a beautiful girl,
Whose nature was fair,
Like the back of a ripe alimo fruit
Which falls bountifully in the Month of March.
She, the girl whose childhood
Was characterize by total neglect and
Destitution had out of nothing found favour,
In the eyes of a decorated soja man.
Fast forward to 1989.
Her civil servant father died of an eerie
Circumstance; a live fish was removed
From his stomach.
Her life regained some sanity when
The soja man married her,
Immediately after Her father's burial.
He had promised to stay with her forever
And make her happy.
But nightmares also do come to pass.
Oga soja had a first wife at home,who
discontinued child birth after two children.
Her every action brought doom
To every one that crossed her path.
Fast forward to August 93,
The pressure from oga soja's first wife
Became unbearable, but oga soja in his kind
Nature, comforted her.
After all, she has given him
Three boys with another one on the way.
Death would strike again
But this time it came in form of a mere cold.
A cold that started on a very hot afternoon
All means and measures to quell the cold were abortive.
So death was inevitable,
It came that morning when oga soja told her to
Forgive him because he had worsen her plight.
"Look after our children" were his last words.
That November she was told to marry
Oga Soja's younger brother,
Who promised to cater for her
And her children.
She refused and decided to go her way
And raise her children all by herself.
Interjection;
Do not take it too seriously
Life will happen to her and her children,
Who defied all odds to live a good life.
And when she is asked what her biggest
Regret in life is?
She would say November 1993.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare)
In English there are different types of words.
Like articles, prepositions, nouns, adjectives and verbs
They have special functions and they teach
Us to distinguish the various parts of speech.
NOUNS of course are words for "things"
Some we can touch or feel or put inside a box
Like BOOKs and BOYS and DIAMOND RINGS
And ELEPHANTS and CAKES and CLOCKS.
(On second thoughts an elephant might just break the box)
Abstract nouns speak of things we cannot see,
Like hope and love and eternity,
Verbs are action words for "doing",
Like "TRY " and "FLY"
- while words like "eating"and "gluing"
and "perusing",
These are words
half noun/half verb....
Like "believing", " waiting", and "amusing",
These Gerunds are somewhat more confusing.
An adverb describes how something is done
Like how BEAUTIFULLY she sang, or how QUICKLY he had run,
These adverbs help describe the verbs,
While adding interest to the words.
An adjective describes a noun
Like a CLEVER boy, or a SILLY clown
Always descriptive, it tells us more,
About the PRETTY girl, or the DIRTY floor.
A preposition gives us an indication,
Of where something is in relation
To something else,
Like under the Table, ON the shelf
Or AGAINST the wall,
Or THROUGH the doorway, DOWN the hall,
Like AROUND the corner, or IN your dreams,
Or OVER the rainbow, or sprinkles ON your ice cream.
Conjunctions, like "AND", and "BUT", "BECAUSE", "HOWEVER"
Help connect our sentences together,
"THEN", "ALTHOUGH","UNLESS","BECAUSE"
Join phrase to phrase,
And clause to clause.
An article is either definite or not,
AN eskimo, A spaceship, THE Polka-dot,
If there's only one of something then use "the"
But if it's one of many, then choose "a".
The interjection -
Express feelings like
joy or excitement,-
Like a huh?! Yea !! wow ! Gee
or a yay Of "delightment" -
Or not so nice feelings
Like groan, sigh or a moan-
All kinds of feelings- whether happy or dark,
Interjections usually end with an exclamation mark. :)
I hope that I have left nothing out
If I have give me a shout,
I hope this lesson helped to teach,
You all about our parts of speech.
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
#Nabi
It was a different parth, maybe thats what they meant by; hopless roads sometimes leading to greatness, a sacred one, some perculiarity, not by legs I was led here, not by my human desires but cosmos frequencies, a spiritual radar.
That day, I set my humanly form, in the darkness, with questions streaming and flooding my mind, needed that darkness to be one with myself, to think clearly, to see clearly, for thus my better space to be precise
Wanted that darkness to be exact, to bd certain for I gave been uncertain most of my life and that brought me nothing but only void and pain, was done enduring to loss and confusion, to pain and disappointment, this time around, really wanted closure, a surity that I walk not on my yesterday flops, ever
In my head, with our first encounter, I was interjected, paused by magnetization, a mesmerizing interjection, the mother's boyin me, wanted to call my mother to come and help me entangle myself off your eyes, for I was snared, maybe I saw myself as man in your eyes, as grown up mature and ready for accountability, maybe a better version of me
Maybe stuck and don't wanna move, don't wanna be moved from how I see myself through you, maybe I just don't wanna leave here, without you, maybe not live without you, I say maybe for I fear to admit that you are different not from the rest but different for me
Maybe you possess me, maybe hypnotizez me and I'm just fine with that for nothing in my lil life span, had I ever been this certain with anyone, maybe this certainty overwhelms me, clouds my mind and I'm just fine with it, maybe I have lived in denial the enterity of my being but in you I rest
Maybe that's how being content feels, maybe and just maybe, this requires me to just take this leap of faith and just surrender all, into this moment, to just love if not nature you with my heart and forget the former things and just live for here, with you, Nabi
#Poetic_Ink
Being with you; I am soaring high grounded in adoration…
Upon your departure creeps my secret resistance…
Suppressing, squashing my heart desires is voracious outside influence…
Telling me “Mocked will be your soul’s dowry” lacking acceptance…
So I love you discreetly from a distance…
I must heal; come forth into this realm with this brazen interjection…
Truth revolves as the atom evolves its holy gift…
Awakened awareness is fearless; intuition guided from the source…
Activating my unutilized hallowed programming…
In union with this great ally, blessed be sacred force…
Connecting to the heart; this is the true course…
Connected to the heart; I give willingly not needing aggrandizement…
Connected to the heart; I will not be inhibited by the chatter of illusion, buying energy lowering lies leaving empty confusion…
Connected to the heart; I can give my love and touch without desiring carnal pleasure...
Connected to the heart; I release my caged rainbow prism…
Warmth from your charming nature bewilders me…
Enchantment oozes outward silhouetting my aura…
I have entangled with variations of her soul since the beginning…
None have tasted so delicious as jasmine and honey…
None have scribed atomic codes to this structure as your nude embrace…
Now I swim within your ocean purified by its grace…
Now I sit still with silence knowing…
Exploring together the music of a unified yet individualized soul…
Hence forth…
I shall sing the song of love....
I shall fill your heart with its bounty...
I shall kiss your lips from its passion...
I shall hold your hand from its commitment...
I shall embrace you from its resolve...
I shall serenade you with its inspiration...
I shall devote to you from its unwavering faith...
I shall give unto thee my love freely for its cycle of power is infinite…
Now I shall forever love you openly; closely tethered, cleansed of the distance from resistance…
Fundamentalist Christians row over piecemeal things,
Over whether baptism is required for heavenly sings,
Over whether baptism is needed for heaven’s welcome,
Over whether baptism is demanded by god to overcome.
I don’t know how many times I was asked about baptism,
Whether I wanted baptised, they didn’t accept my atheism,
I’d stated it to my parents but had a question in my mind,
About whether they’d told my so called friends who’d mind.
But I said no, and explained Christian atheism fair, square,
Didn’t mix my words nor hesitate to extrapolate with air,
But each one said to me I didn’t know my own mind simply,
Which left me very distressed, very much in a quandary.
They were playing the mentally ill card, when I was not,
They wanted to patronise me to chide and see what I’d got,
But I didn’t like it so withdrew from their sphere, company,
Which made me feel better, gave me dignity and harmony.
A stillness with life and a peace about my so uncertain future,
A habit of reading, even if I’d already read them in conjecture,
Since my parents restricted me to only five philosophy books,
In case for researchers and academics, thinkers, I had looks.
A fundamentalist household is not a peaceful one, stable,
But is distressed, fragmented and broken, that’s irrefutable,
You suffer displacement because your atheist leaves you,
To ruminate upon his interjection which is to see you through.
I think it’s better today, atheists in god families have voice,
They can be respected for devious acts of normality, choice,
They can refer to teachers for love, for secularist edification,
And have access to the medical profession for an adulation.
(Soliloquoy : An act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.)
Mark a book, book a mark.
Not every household has the same pattern of backbiting. Not every mother in law mentors the daughter in law in the same manner and vice versa. It is always noteworthy why you are finding the cliches in your own poem. Where you are still a hype in your own school thought, never made the ground , strong grip to label them your own. You just have a pair of eyes that is getting updated with spectacles with each and every new year, and you knew that maturity is process of losing too. Why you could not say you are a lingering thought too, with the fallen leaf.
Think about something simple, butterfly, grasshoppers, chirping of birds and lots and lots of green. I wish for the cat that got immortal in my only memoir. My freezer still has a green container where she was served. The cats roaming in the here and now are two different stories.
Yesterday, leaf was dragging her little head, between my legs. Under the comforter, she was cooing. She has layers of sounds, I can barely touch her. But most of the time, It unfolds in a make belief story.
Clover is a laid off serviceman. He supplicates , for peace and hopefulness. Yet her hands , has a story of the nicest puffy ball, almost like henna, never too much weary, never too much troublesome.
Leaf is the mesmerized housekeeper with a bombarded situation of underdog keys. Her cooing reminds me about a possible interjection,"Look at this mess! O pony tail, just look at this mess!"
And I will think about the next whole milk powdery treat. For me. For Clover. For Leaf.
A whale kilowatt is a power source indeed. Floatation over gallons is a fantastic idea. But when a raven flies in a circular fashion it is then time for the washing party of grizzly bears who arrive at the exact time of the water gush. Questionable motives from biscuit faced men who seek to destroy the litters of puppy and kitten in houses in a large percentage. Yet the economy is often spoke of by slugman. Slug man is often unwise. And the words of a lemon can be very acidic. Tight thin lips. Tyrannical trays then. In rows of fourteen. Court not a courtier in a moonlit castle. Harmony stems from historical figures and walls and fabrics dripping the money like treacle in a tart. Oozing. Oiling a land then. Not good said camel. I am a desert soul. I am an ancient beast. Courageous through many winds,many storms. Yet the interjection in the sky of a swooping metallic bird with a very pointed beak creates much erosion to the soil of my birthright. Oh great one in the sky beyond the human filters. How I ling for my nomadic life. How I long to visit the oasis that is now a crater. Ominous clouds form a global shroud. Whilst the pin chosen contains energy rays from sky personnel who are intelligent and therefore non human. And so the ninth donkey brays to form the dance. Then skip. No sleeping now. The red embroidered cloth will fly again. Rise rise. Missions of mooing. And brave the temple chambers. How like a tidal wave is a faith. Old. Olives. Ollum. One. Ignorant swarms of classical closet worshipping masses outs weighed by the farting from an elephant, and a belch from a camel's tongue. One on om.
Form:
Gallimaufry of linkedin words appeal,
(particularly spoken by renown orator)
'cept when unnamed poetaster afflicted
with chatterbox syndrome,
nonetheless deliberate effected
muzzle restraint imposed
suppressing groundswell analogous
to swollen dam bursting at seams
tongue kickstarts controlled regulator
tripping baffling babbling brook,
sans (cheesy) mouth trap
conscious effort required
maintaining exhausting mental vigilance
attention oriented toward "active listening"
chiming into conversation
when casually addressed
quasi Uber tracking,
sustaining, rendering...
pondering dialogue deliberating,
mustering, aiming, firing...
apropos response adhering
to utmost strictures de rigor,
versus loosing (in the sky)
scattershot poppycock
offbase blatherskite, asper
topic under discussion
synchronicity satisfies peculiar
personal logical paradigm,
despite senseless compulsive predilection
condemning premature ejaculation
plus crosstalk as penultimate transgression
pertaining to papa blurting
asynchronous interjection
consigning tight lipped penance
penile solitude condoned
should predicated persistent plague
prevail attributing penuriousness
lame excuse pardoning yours truly
remote possibility, threatening
spurious spontaneous splendiferous
albeit ill timed unspeakable retort
with hot sealing wax - most wicked
verbal utterance arrogantly
perforating, piercing, protruding,
puckering... two lips
escaping out mouth
more rapid than witnessing
the quick brown fox
jumps over the lazy dog.