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the queen of the night
she is so pretty
short and smart
she fly's so high in here blues
she is so nice but don't
take nonsense
some call her the iron lady
cos she is a heart breaker
some say she is proud
cos she is hard to catch
she control her squad
with her ideology
and she don't mess with her man
yet he can't stop her blues
cos she is
the queen of the night
the queen of the night
she is got no money problem
she is a successful
businesses woman
she break hearts to earn
cos she is pretty and smart
she well know but also respected
by neighbour's and relative
despite she is wild
she pave her ways true with money
and sexual power
she is beautifully strong
the kind of woman that break
Samson was her personality
in her city as she fly's
in her blues every night
breaking down all corrupt
wild beasts cos at night
she runs the town with her
blues of sexuality
every where as the
queen of the night
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her beauty is her strength
seduction is her power
cos she kills every heart
with her beauty
she knows the weak point
of the standing men
she is a professional
flirt
she never let go her zeal
or the men will bleed
she grow up to be a
feminist
cos she likes to be
the Queen of the jungle
were wasted men
satisfy their soul
as they pay the price
of her beauty
her beauty is her strength
she likes to be in charge
she never listen
especially to men
she believes she can't
be second
so she grew up a
feminist
in the midst of weak men
she was a boss
like a man like a woman
was the questions of
her victims
cos her rule is that
of an iron lady
her beauty is her strength
power was her aim
male control was her moto
she never need be under
nor be guided by her hobby
instead her hobby must
be a captive in her nets
of control
she is the master of
all but her perfection
is rooted on deceit
so her ego equals
seduction power control
Start
Enclosed in a glass casket
Cuddled in a flower-decked basket
She lay serene as ever
No sign of her past fervor
Resting in her last abode
Before the journey by road
To her final burial site
For performing the last rite
Dignitaries came to pay their last respect
Placed a wreath, sad and circumspect
Consoled the members who were dear
To reduce their sorrow and repress a tear
She ruled the state for over a decade
Hailed as the Iron lady, never swayed
Adored by the masses, especially poor
She was the mother to all and a doer
Millions of mourners thronged the street
Wishing she was alive for them to meet
Sea of humanity surged in a melancholy state
Thumping their chests and lamenting their fate
Alas! She can’t hear their mourning cries
It’s a feeling no one can ever reprise
Slowly the coffin was lowered into the grave
The sea responded with a mighty wave.
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Innocence - a peck
on the cheek and holding hands.
Dressed in Mayberry white,
snow pearl in France,
Anna stands out at the Eiffel tower.
At first tongue, oh the tangle
embrace. Anna’s falling for
a Parisian accent; as a poet says
Where should it be placed?
Oui! Oui! He has a golden tongue.
She’s falling for his charm.
Innocence- a peck
on the cheek and holding hands.
Marcel holds her hand. Marcel
pecks her cheek. Marcel, her first
love. Starry-eyed as he makes
for her lips. Sexy comes unaccented.
She’s meant to be kissed.
He parts her lips with gentleness;
with the reverence of a rolling “r,”
she’s frenched. Her knees lose
their grip. Woozy with electric stars,
Anna lights up the lady of iron.*
8/27/2021
Anna and the French Kiss
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
*Iron Lady - nickname for the Eiffel Tower
The tower lights up at night.
With complete confidence, I the writer, knowing my wit and charm had always gotten me what I wanted in the past, entered the room.
There she sat on the top of my desk, this cool black beauty, ignoring me completely.
My mission, to get the scoop.
They called her, ‘The Iron lady’; not my type, but that didn’t scare me in the least.
The easy touch. Yes! It always worked. All I needed was a few nights alone with her.
The first night, I began by gently pushing her buttons, over and over again, caressing every part of her from A to Z, bringing her to the edge and back again.
In the morning, completely spent, having learned very little about her, I kicked the crumpled sheets lying on the floor, aside, and left the room vowing never to return.
The next night, I discovered she liked a firm touch. After that, there was no stopping us. She kept me up night after night into the wee small hours.
How many sleepless nights can a guy endure? Well! Patience is a virtue.
I returned to the Iron Lady night after night, after night, until the truth was told.
In the end the story she spilled for me, became a National best seller.
She was my type after all.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
The Key land
The white skinned people in black hairs
The blacks like cooked clay pots
The key land an attachment to the life style of people,
Big or small
A kingdom under Queen
The palace is in the heart of the CAPITAL
Dozens of HOMEs UP and DOWN from the palace
In the left wing the point to ENTER
The King is near to jail,
Counting his days from the entrance,
In the absence of Queen
Queen comforts with her pretty women at the rear gate
Queen is smart and strong
Queen's word is the law,
It is the final and the END
Queen is an Iron Lady,
Any one raise voice to ALTER
Any one tries to SHIFT
From her verdicts
Queen DELETE their foot prints,at once
ESCAPE from her sight is a dream
The key land,
The key board,
Mirroring human life!
(Q-Queen,K-King,W-Women,J,L-Jail)
Sisi the junkie
You are what you
Take in in life
We say in Africa
Sisi the junkie
Sisi was a beautiful
Young admiring girl
All guys flog around her
Cos her beauty drive
Too much attention
She was tall with her
Long hair and nice figure
Sisi the junkie
Sisi was an intelligent
Young lady
At high school sisi
Was one of our best head
She was at the best of it all
But not until she fell in love
With a dope that in-strange
Her natural being
Sisi the junkie
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Was her nick name
Sisi love fun a lot
That got her to a new
World from a strange
Friends with a double face
Sis the junkie
At first sisi
Got in to liquor
She fun a lot with
Too much quantity of it
With out a control
She move to the Jamaican
Herbs,
Like is not fun enough
Sisi got in to crack
That was the doom of it all
Sisi the junkie
Sisi loved crack
Like sisi use to say
I need my
White powder
when she
Need to feel high
Sisi the junkie
Gradually sisi began
To lose control of her
Social life
She began to act strange
Always busy with her fingers
As she scratch off her skin
When she need the white powder
Sisi the junkie
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi lost a lot on this life style
with time like she is
A deferent soul
Her friends was too
Far from her like
She was a stranger they never
Know
Sisi was broke
Lost her job
Used her belongings to
Get crack
Finally now on the street
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi the junkie
Like sisi lies on the corner
Of the street still an addict
Life was so blue on her
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi the junkie
Life is all about you
Your choice go so
Far with you
The power of success
Lies on the level of
Ones control
Be in control
Of who you are
Not be controled
By what you take in
Like the tales of
Sisi the junkie