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To me
Independence, democracy, politics, socio-economics, religions are not forbidden
All countries, different cultures, and constitutions are not forbidden
Skin colors, different languages, varieties of beliefs, and good deeds are not forbidden
I am on this earth not cause of the forbidden fruit
I am of nature, by nature, and for nature
To me, the word ‘Forbidden’ is prohibited sternly!
But, yes,
In the name of world-wide peace, sovereign solidarity, socio-diplomacy, religions, cleansing terrorism
arranging any war, cool blooded massacre, diplomatic fraudulent pacts and
damaging universal peace are sternly forbidden to me
For the sake of the different cultures, constitutions, languages, beliefs
dividing the earthly lands into pieces and naming different nationality are sternly forbidden to me
For the sake of nature physically, mentally, and knowledge superiority
demean the woman or any other human as weak is sternly forbidden to me
I am on this earth not cause of the forbidden fruit
I am on this earth cause of a man and a woman’s loving fluid
-19.11.2020 Chattogram
As a law-abiding senior citizen of Hawai
I was living a pretty decent life
Until my absence alerted my neighbours
And the paramedics broke the front door of my house
To find me lying unconscious inside
Now I am recuperating in a hospital bed.
But I place my charges against medical malpractices
That has handicapped me physically, mentally and financially
My doctors evaluated my medical condition via my revised medical insurance
That affected many changes in the medical care and conditions of my payments
These Health Care Systems are a major faux
All they care for are their own monetary gains
Irrespective of the health and rights of the patients and claimants.
I pledge to a fair trial uncovering their irregularities
That has wrecked my life on the road to ruin
Bringing a change through the rapids is like a river carving a new path
Exposing their misdeeds will generate faith in our hearts
For us ordinary civilians who want to see the light of hope
At the end of this dark tunnel by reinforcing faith in the legal system
A society devoid of corruption is what I seek
Without strong watchdog institutions,
Impunity becomes the very foundation
Upon which systems of corruption are built
I know I'm outnumbered
I know I'm not wrong
it's lightning before thunder
lies go speeding on
the truth will take longer
when lies live strong
I felt a pain I couldn't explain
I could to begin with
but each time added strain
each day I would live
isolated but game
but the energy sieved
as I mentally drained
I reached out for hands
was slapped in the face
my spirit was rammed
my brain lost pace
I went to the people
I thought would help me
they showed me evil
disrespect unhealthy
still everyday my life became worse
let down by those closest
choosing to mock as I hurt
so nobody noticed
as I warred to keep work
8 hours each day
more soul wore away
then I'd see mates
who tore more away
I'd go home in the evening
to parents non believing
who always found reason
to give one mental beating
all day each day the opposite of love
unbelieved and unnoticed to shoulder shrugs
to all who don't believe me
I hope you live this
when your life is broken
and your story dismissed!
I HOPE YOU LIVE THIS
and I hope they deem you mad as well
when you're strangled choked and crossing through Hell
I hope you are treated like you story tale
I hope you're the victim who never leaves Hell!
I came back from this, go on walk my trail,
let's see how you fair when living my tale
SHE'S MY CHOICE AND MY CROSS.
You told me beauty is merely skin deep
Wasn't that the reason I wooed her in the first place
Said it doesn't cook afang soup
I've not forgotten my way to mama put
You said she doesn't respect my mother
Excuse me don't make that sound like murder
Forget graduate Tinuke
I prefer beautiful unschooled Amanda
Even though she can't prepare amala
You said she's not intelligent
She does what I like and she's so efficient
Who said she's not sound
Have you heard her bedroom sound
She is not of classy source
But she's sassy and I dey enjoy her ponmo sauce
That she is mentally scanty is mere rumour
Even if she is, I enjoy the momentary humour
Who even needs that educated feminist
I have had enough troubles with chemistry
She can't speak fluently in the crowd
You need to see her in bed so succulent and loud
If you say she's crude and lousy
Excuse me sister , crude oil get value pass kerosene
Say my wife no go school
But she sabi hold spoon
Asking who will help my kids with their assignment
How that one take be your concernment
When we have kids we'll make arrangement
You dey tell me say I no get sense
Sister, you no dey see well go wear your contact lens
You claim she's using juju on me
But I'm enjoying the fufu she gives to me
You claim she's full of violence
You're wrong she doesn't just like pretence
Though she slapped me once in the open
It was because I burnt the food in the oven
That won't make our love to be broken
Now she's fat and won't hit the gym
It's OK Yoruba men don't like them slim
She's daft and can't stand a mental debate
Who even likes a wife that argues
If she ties wrapper round her chest
She doesn't want men to covet
If she was born of parents of colourful poverty
I've acquired the asset and the liability
Right now she's my sole property
Say all you want about her
She's my choice and my cross
(FM CONCEPTUAL ???)
banging my head against the noisy brick wall of your silence
why the block of ice violence
nonphysicality is just as physical for it tortures mentally without touch
it is then when you think about the good times like a skipping rock in a pond
though said rock will eventually have nowhere to go, it skips freely on the water like it is on the perfect vacation
i remember when verbs were light kisses in certain places unnamed
i remember when nouns were rejoicing in pure quiet until forever was the apparent physician with no need for stethoscope
now look at us making mirrors defiantly go awol
the merry-go-round is restless but knows deep within that we will eventually be back on
banging my head against the noisy brick wall of your silence
we both need to check the science
the Sensations in the air....they are just not buying it....
A place to ponder,
a place to paint.
a place of introspection,
such is the red path.
Within lay the splendid
leaves of our lives and
on each parchment is
recorded our
rites of passage.
From rising suns
till waning moons,
we paint our page
in hues of
sunlit orange,
saintly blues and
melancholy yellows;
diaries in the library
of humanity’s autumn.
Note: The Red Path, in Native American Spirituality is a reference to being connected to the earth and all around it; when you walk the red path, you find balance, healing, mentally, physically spiritually, emotionally.
I was comfortable with our Verbal discourse, at first Reluctantly
Sapiosexual Being, Intellect your speech, I yearned for more
The version of you I placed in my mind, Foolishly
To accommodate my infatuation
I ultimately refused to see, Blindly
I walked to the edge of the cliff with blurred vision
Already emotionally strained, now wounded, Bitterly
And don't know how to feel or how to end the pain
that I inflicted, on myself, Inconsistently
I was wrong, but I will heal
Obligated to Self to be Strong, Mentally
Self Inflicted Torment
Wondering how to escape my Mind, Consciously
Blaming my Sensitivity
Prosecuting My emotions, Emotionally
Being Loved is minimal
I valued the version I created of you, Inaccurately
But now I see, Clearly!
Your Love lacked Support, I was not your Priority
Lesson Learnt! Bridges Burnt!
That Version of Me that Needed the Self Created Version of You
Has Evolved, Balanced on a Scale with a Feather, Peace Profound, Thankfully!
Suicide is a topic way too serious for jokes.
Too awkward for many funny bone pokes.
But Patch Addams was played on this tone.
By a fighter of demons of others and his own.
So in the spirit of the Dead Poet Society actor.
Who influenced our lives in ways I can’t factor.
Mr. Williams showed suicide is unpredictable.
Victims like him seem happy and successful.
So put down the gun and have a good laugh.
Chuckle so hard your side will split in half.
Nothing is funnier than an idiot in action.
Laugh til you cry from the satisfaction.
There are great memes about crazy sh1t.
Helping to get those nightmares to quit.
People crack jokes to make you feel good.
Mine can fall flat like a board made of wood.
But what this goof is really trying to say.
Humor is a tool to help see another day.
Some jokes suck more ass than a toilet.
But the tear makers are lined up and set.
Yes this rhyme may make you roll your eyes.
But it worked if it stops self-destructive tries.
Some of the funniest jokes come out wrong.
Like when Borat wore a green unitard thong.
So if you think there’s no reason to carry on.
You’ll miss the meme of the guy mentally gone.
And the hilarious clips of fools way too drunk.
Plus bathroom incidents that no doubt stunk.
The GIFs that hilariously match how you feel.
Ring clips show failed thieves trying to steal.
Look I understand you have memories to lose.
But there’s many you can replace if you chose.
So remember most jokes will miss their target.
Unlike a gun aimed at the shooter with regret.
The best laughs are missed if you chose death
You don’t need it to avoid my morning breath.
So next time you think of saying a peace out.
I’ve got a raunchy pic so funny you’ll shout.
Keep your flame on, even if it’s just a flicker.
There’s reason to live if you’re ready to snicker.
I've seen you through a past sunrise; sunshine.
You are like heat, warm to indulge in
Identify you, connect with you, and more.
Living in a world that is filled with poetry
Opening the skies is possible with just one kiss
Writing side-by-side continuously.
Intoxicated with illusions, swept away in seconds
In a separate universe, a different existence
I carry a pen that is a secret to my soul
Hidden in the recesses of thoughts.
A small gap, but worlds apart.
Two souls secretly filling a pool with thoughts
Allowing ourselves to be swept away by words.
Dominating the mind to chase and suit my mood
Allowing myself to take pleasure in your addiction
Writing 'WITH' throughout the years
You are the crush I can write endless stories about.
The rush of wild dreams, kind words, pouring like rain
Understanding and empathizing with each other's pain
Physically I can't hold you, but mentally, you hold a place.
You shine like a star when I'm in need
A simple hello opens the door, I've kept shut
Only you can intrude every year since we crossed pens
Imagine a lifetime captured by silence
Slowly trying to create words,
Outlining the shape of your thoughts
A crush, unwrinkled and without complaints.
~~~ By P.D.
Oh, that desperate ache
Each day that wakes
And that secret chamber of my
Beating heart occupied by your
Humble words were written for me
And captured my gaze
I see you across the painful horizon
But I still focus my eyes on
What my heart instantly felt
At the moment our connection melted
Into my searching soul
And made me almost whole
So do I consider myself a stalker
A Gawker or just a shy talker
Afraid to show this crush
Just how much I crave to touch
What seems untouchable
Is it really meant for me
So still I silently hover like
Another unfulfilled lover
As I pray she glances my way
And that smile that's lost
In all the weary miles
Breaks forth and blesses my day
~~~ Carl F.
Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,
sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone
prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,
nonetheless I chide self
failing to heed
emotional, mental, psychological...fallout
in sum re: springing Jack in the box reflex
to sally forth and earn kudos,
asper potential Prince Valiant.
Thus situated with blank computer screen
capacious external Lenovo for myopia
(and incessant squiggly floaters to boat),
this literary glutton for punishment
feverishly fixates to plumb depths
measuring morin 10,000
leagues under the see
ming lee impossible mission
to ensnare nearly extinct
fluttering, lyfting, shutterflying...
smarts to outwit unsuspecting
beak henning quest
tendering, tasting uber victory
quivering crossbow
targeting yawping
zoological discovery - channeling
primed with taut fletched arrow
on high alert for stool pigeon
cautiously optimistic kickstarting
another futile attempt dagnabbit
experiencing prestige,
oh...and by the way...,
no animal harmed
regarding made for video poem
gamely capturing quarry scotched,
nor gruesome scene
synonymous quasi abattoir
representative bird den sum
bloodless coup deeming
endeavor par excellence.
Fingers madly scramble
to poach skittering idea
fry day most ideal
omelette ya know,
aye feel yolked to defeatism,
one after another faux
promising brainstorm egging
quickly flitting inaccessible
potential flash in frying pan
just as fast dashing
into bajillion pieces
shell shocked scrivener
scribbling lame as duck
goose laying golden egg...
dropping immediately out of sight,
maybe best resigning forlorn
inchoate never albumen,
albeit quite linguistic stretch for
(all be human success story)
prospects beyond reach
ova this wretch
New York Times
bestseller author jinxed
forever dooming yours truly
grinding poverty my ill fate.