Long Jinx Poems

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Love On Phone (2)

LOVE ON PHONE (2)

Two weeks run past us  
Who, when do we breaks the jinx?
She can’t come to Lagos
Her project thesis on her neck
It then fell on my round neck.

I just came back from Accra
Scheduled another to Abuja
Excuses galore rented the air
Was I scared to beholding her?
Would I like what I will see?

She is getting impatient
As she long a feel of me 
Dirty mind! not of that you think
For she is intact even at
Two dozens plus one age
Her calabash not yet broken.

I was proud of her sanctity
Joy smiled over me of her chastity
Could she be the heart 
I have been searching for?
Please, don’t tell it to her that 
I am dying to see her too.


Alayande Stephen T.
8.25pm
8th November, 2007


The story continues.


Premium Member Close Quarter Riddle

In the light of autumn skies,
one might sense this blind turbulent endeavour,
raptures veering like some wanton thunderstorm,
behind dark moon frost allure,
amber leaf vortex among bemused grey clouds,
gust-ridden disco blue hue,
tumbling high jinx from skyline moist beams,
damp rot urban shed cluster,
nomad squatter plight,
so at odds with pending freeze,
summer folly red blaze passed,,
heatwave immigrant rues latent scorn,
a strained close quarter riddle,
never ending once an everlasting phase,
now deep chill month outlier,
sunshine and wet portent’s quaint platform,                 eccenteuc tide or mere blot,                                                   mud-splattered  ocean grazing bleak ink stain  pier,               lone wolf lifebuoy weeps,
shifting sand element's interval

Trailer Trash Honey

She is a low life skank 
Trailer trash honey

Dressing all up 
And taking your money

But I would trip her if I saw her
And spill my coffee on her dress
And make her into disheveled mess

And yes darlin, 
She done you wrong,
So I wrote this song.... 

Your wife should not napalm your life 
To sleep with all your friends 
That was no way to make amends 

It makes her just a hussy
And a low class **** 
And there is no makeup or outfit That can dress that up 

You can’t pull that kind of high jinx
And expect any man, 
to ever fall for you again

So she will be alone, just wait and see 
And we can sing about it and someday laugh you will see

Love you Cowboy Poet, this was not your fault . (C) Artimus Susan Manley 10:55 AM 10/30/23
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Birthday Girl, Heart Throb Swirl -

She is many things,
like what Spring brings to shivering wings,
creatures like us sing from her touch, fly to her much,
feeding from the everlasting song her beauty transmits,
Linda's face is always strong, sage, and sensuous
as a symbol of liberty that says to the fatigued free thinker
you have more to achieve, to believe,
don't rest until you've won, trust in now,
PD. is the perfect noun with the most,

unwise to show envy towards her
for she has earned all her roses & garlands
knows suffering more than most, throws inspiration to those in need
like a pelican weeps and swoons
in the blood of self sacrafice, loving us, telling us we're the fuss,
she'll cry with you and then shock One into strength,
slam boom bam you if you fail to admire her Divine Genius,
teaching by taking the first step,
I love Linda because she is the greatest I know,
the sweetest and the wisest in the show,
her feather teaches me, her heart reaches me,
Linda is my Sphinx,
giving heavenly links, expelling my jinx  -

This write is dedicated to Linda, aka. Poet Destroyer, my Sphinx
for her birthday - she is ageless, and her life is a gift to me -
with love & respect - J.A.B.
Form: Ode

Premium Member Two Praying Grandmas

Joe and Jacque almost met on a Friday in 1996, but not really
They kind of glanced at each other, not speaking
In line for a train heading to Hanover Park, Illinois.
He did not even know her name or hear her voice

An internal voice whispered “kismet”, so he paid attention.
His friend nodded in her direction, saying “See the redhead?
She is mine.”
Joe knew better, some instinct said she was his, but he kept silent.
His friend, Sam,  was known to be a hothead,
and he did not want to start a fuss.

Sam got off at his stop, and he travelled to the next car to find her.
The mystery woman was not there, so Joe kept going.
At the next stop he watched her disembark.
Thousands of Chicago workers ride the train to the city,
so he figured it was up to fate as to whether he would see her again.

Joe did not see her for a year and a day.
he knew because it was his birthday when he found her.
Jacque looked up and smiled.
“Where have you been?” She asked. “I have looked for you.”
This was news to him. “
Destiny told me that you were going to be in my life,” she added.
He sat down next to her and asked if he could hold her hand.
It was slim and soft.
He got her phone number, and her address,
feeling a joy that made his heart sing.

Her grandmother had been praying she would meet a lovely spouse.
His grandmother had been praying that he would settle down.
They recognized each other instantly at their grandchildren’s wedding.
“Kismet!” they said, then “jinx!”
Nothing more powerful than two praying grandmothers
who had once been best friends since the fifth grade!
Form: Narrative


Kelps Report

Nussar " BigKnuckle" Dander, "Godbout" Lovell Moody
and "Oklahoma Cowboy" verses "Chef" Gussal Van  Galloure
," The Goofy" Bostonain and  Kaultour Jinx  
Ended with a inverted figure four submission
When the Jinx caught Lovell Moody in his patented
Hussy Has-been. 45;44.

Ghetto Sushi and "The Best" Jess Correa beat Union Garcia
Amble and Aston Garcia in a Kangaroo four way
When Ghetto Sushi right crossed Amble and scored a pinfall
At 21:35.

"Boogalou" Bisstin Dagger beat " Deepthroat "Bassey  Trifledudebvia a small cradle @ 5:45.

Morgus Bradshaw thrashed World Champion Getts Wright
Scoring a pinfall at 2:33.;the match was nontitled
It was Morgus' debut.

Chopp "Puck" Feral and Diffa Von Hessler loss in two falls to
Giant Simba in a two on one mismatch @6:00
 
"The Bamma" Borga  Dandruff battled The Bankday Brawler to a draw in a Garment Buyout Brawl, where the loser had to donate their purse to a local charity, this caused a member of the charity group to enter the ring and attack The Ba.ma who fought ba k and became suspended from completion for 30 days.
Form: Ballad

Voluntary Unconditional Surrender Woke

Voluntary unconditional surrender woke...,

Viz hitting yours truly,
when yokel egghead doth jinx
whereby ye cannot comprehend figurative
wimpy vainglory, unequivocally, tectonically,
smoldering resentments I stoke,

he doth bare his soul no joke,
no matter insight doth severely challenge
cyber surfing passersby, who attempt
to interpret courtesy
mental torture doth invoke

brutality, difficulty, futility gobbledygook,
heavily taxing your fifty 
plus shades of gray
I apologetically, grudgingly (ha),  
painstakingly, unwittingly... poke,

when mine broadcast 
red by anonymous folk
admittedly poetically trumpeting ambiguity
overlain donned with high falutin cloak
peace be with thee courtesy this bloke.

Electronic date/time stamp permeates
within copious, illustrious,
and porous corpus callosum
hemispheric spongy sinks

mister re: mysterious as Sphinx
validation indubitably backfires
invariably induces loosed
unicellular sized rat finks

cerebral blackout courtesy
one to many drinks,
envision sucker punched by
rockin sockin robots one named

Muhammad Ali t'other Leon Spinks,
or gordian knotted cognitive kinks
bajillion befuddled blinks,
albeit feeble analogy methinks
to render genuine concomitant

convoluted, mangled, twisted... (think
Möbius strip) sentiment
specifically linkedin with
sincere appreciation meant
pertaining to this gent

despite slight trepidation
as faux Geico petsmart agent
forced celibate nun sensical chap
considering entering convent
cloistered existence remaining

days of my life get spent,
where "15 minutes
might save me, not so shabby decent
15% or more on car insurance."

Paraphrase aforementioned Matt Speak
more easily succinctly understood,
versus gibberish as ????????
(i.e. the word Greek spelled in Greek)

essentially long in the tooth fella
self anointed literate sheikh
feeble flattered fungi with
average mushroom shaped physique
trends towards playfulness

in tandem with harmless streak
merely acknowledges how his unique
self expression oft times 
tongue-in-cheek
experiences giddiness at unsolicited
positive feedback versus he/she,

who doth bitingly, flagrantly,
outrageously, witheringly... critique
modesty misunderstood equivalent
of poetic (peekaboo) hide and seek  
to Dani body hook ken find me 
game to reveal me re: hide and seek.

Premium Member Six Sisters of Fate

in the gloomy darkness, late, past sun set,
the six blood sisters of fate often met,
their venue the slumber of mortal minds,
in the depth of sleep when the reason's blind.
sister 'Doubt' is the one that started flare,
letting lose the bull amongst china ware,
her twin sister 'Jealous' took up the fight,
to disturb sleep and keep awake all night,
two of elder siblings have played their part,
Sisters 'Greed' and 'Lust' often problems start,
through the desires of body or of wealth,
they work in silence with a feline stealth.
The result on mind of their evil game,
human relationships are not the same,
the body fatigued wakes bereft of sleep,
'open door' to let sister 'Anger' sweep,
by early dawn mischief fuse has been lit,
an excuse at breakfast to throw a fit,
harsh words are exchanged and decency dies,
that's when walks in their oldest sister 'Lies'!
this family affair of sisters six,
for years have been for love marriages a jinx!
if you wish to guard your true love from them,
build your trust strong and let it be at helm,
don't let the evil sisters get in cheap....
- a calm peaceful mind earns you a deep sleep!

3rd placement
'Six relatives' contest
Sponsor 'Caren Krutsinger'
Written 4/11/2020
10 syllables per line
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pardon Me Mr Trump

Dear Mr president

I seem to be in a spot of bother,
Would you please grant me a pardon
before you depart the oval room,
 
Seeking a change of reality 
I ran away and joined the circus 
well actually it was more a sideshow 

Ringmaster said I’d fit in better with the midget contortionist, 
however I was drawn towards the Siamese triplets,
joined together at their knees and elbows since birth 

We got up to all sorts of hi jinx and Shenanigans life was great,
til the one in the middle decided to leave our troupe,

Me being their best friend they asked would I do the separation, 
eager to help them I agreed to perform the operation 

Not having a clue about surgery 
I decided to knock them out with a sledgehammer 
borrowed from the strongman, 
and use the knife throwers sharpest blades, 

I butchered them remorselessly for hours, 
was a very difficult operation,  
but wholly satisfying for me anyway, 

Unfortunately but not unexpectedly, 
the middle one suffered the most cuts and bled out pretty quick,
the other two died days later in multiple beds,

I was put in some hospital for the criminally insane,
and doped up to my eyeballs on potent medication, 
actually settled in quite nicely here,

Worse part though is I had a fantastic combover like yours 
now they shave my head every other day

Some say they’ll never let me out,
only occasionally do I think of going on killing rampages,
 
I’m not getting on to well with the parole board, “mostly democrats”
but hope to marry the midget contortionist, on our next imaginary visit,

The circus was disbanded, shortly after,
and they all live on welfare now, 
bunch of really great guys. 
I’m a republican 

PARDON GRANTED

By David Kavanagh

Dear Secret Admirer

I get weak everytime we talk, my walls come crushing down without a thought ,
My heart flatters at your voice,
Though we've never met I don't feel any paranoid,
I put some distance because Iam scared, What if I fall head first and break my neck, What if I spend another few years trying to convince you Iam worth loving, that Iam worth it, 
So many what ifs rushing through my head,
Iam naive in my actions and you make me lose my vocal cord, 
I refuse to tell a tale incase I jinx this, 
See, I don't mind having you as my own,
I don't mind loving you without a thought,
I mean, Iam already vulnerable,
See, I have come across many men but the type you are, I have never, the type you are is quite rare.

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