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What’s that ticking on the wall
Beating under the floor boards
Is that clock up to no good again
Is that a heart cut out and hidden
Someone is listening under cover
For sins committed in the dark
By sinister lovers pretty and fowl
Down and done in the private study
Partners in crime at this hour kiss
In the library where danger lurks
A quiet place for reading books
Not murder which is sure to hurt
Powers lurk after midnight mischief
Bright young faces reflect dim light
On mirrors that look but do not touch
Secrets revealed but kept incognito
Someone small with dimples soft crawls
From beneath his covers white and clean
Inquires of mom and dad directly please
Can I have a cup of water and a story
Parents should never lie to their children in bed
About cut out hearts stuffed under floor boards
All stories should begin with once upon a time
And end with living happily ever after them
Maybe they don't know, my pen
We've been crafting before my age of ten.
We've been friends for quite a long time
You and Ayinde- Partners in crime;
Together We've written about love and hate,
About true inspirations, and ideas we contemplate.
Koda, we wrote about life and it's tribulations
And it's manual that has no stipulations;
We wrote about cool, falling springs
About imaginary eden with roses and swings.
We wrote about the eclipse that just reoccured,
We're so gifted even Shakespeare concurred;
We did write 'bout an okin from Offaland,
And only those in the bloopers will understand.
We wrote about oppression and corruption,
And about a land of plenty, with no'ing for consumption;
Thousands of poems, performed in the African Hall,
With you and I, gracing the geography laboratory hall.
We are inseparable my dear bamboo pen,
Who made me an oracle amongst men.
PAPERBACKS AND COKE
Two partners in crime, my love affairs…
Bookmarked pages dumped on my soft bed
An urge to roam among fays and lords,
With visions of despair or triumph
Knowing insomnia is the nemesis;
While Advil cannot comfort night’s plea
A hubris …firing my imagination.
While leafing through chapters, I find relief
From another quirk; an ally so sweet…
Oh,cold fixes of Coke Zero quench
This need to satisfy all day’s thirst,
Eluding water therapy…how bland
How tasteless when hero and villain
Begin a venture of mighty feat;
Jittery, hand reaches for the next soda
As my brain excrete adrenaline…
With paperbacks and Coke at 3 am,
I conquer twilight’s watch, quite drained!
But life is short, my love affairs agree;
Did I include the M&M’s cravings?
For rob carmack, A Vice You Love
11/21/2015
alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, diabolical )
Halloween Night
Halloween is never an alien moment for those who love to trick or treat
a caricature face painted in caked blood and fangs is an aim to scare
Donning superman capes they go door to door with cautionary meet
masked like vampires, a closed mouthed muffle in gist says, we care
Trickery can be fatal done in mindless chatter and spittle of BOO
we don't want to face abduction of childhood thrills, so better not ignore
Paralyzed by fear can be good or bad this is a circumstance of new Halloween it up partners in crime but keep a distance don't abhor
Feasting on candy day succeeding all good, but wear a mask for me
diabolical ways are subtle a masked bandit is a welcome sight to see.
October 30, 2020
Sponsor Name: Emile Pinet
Contest Name: Halloween Challenge
How did we get to where we are,
America - the one undimming shining star,
A land of freedom, of unbounded pride
Where no one needed run and hide
For their religion or mere thought,
Democracy - the very heart of what was taught.
Now the Media drums a beat
That too many rush to heed,
Politicians seem at war
Spewing discord to their core,
Division their concocted art
Wrenching the rest of us apart.
Pressure groups with voices loud
Control the stage as if endowed,
We the masses listen stunned
Outmaneuvered and outgunned,
All too late we see the light
As our cities fall to blight.
Police leaving by the score,
Inner cities full of gore,
Death and Drugs partners in crime
The serial killers of our time,
Those we elect wringing their hands
Caving in to shrill demands.
Social media runs amok
Trampling discourse in it's muck,
Faceless voices spewing hate
Leaving victims to their fate,
Pervading every corner of our life
Their tool of choice inciting strife.
Is it too late may we well ask
To tear apart this vile death mask,
Restoring that for which our father's fought
A way of life worked for and not bought,
The very fruit of land well sown
The purest form of liberty our world has ever known.
Too many followers checking up on me noone seems to just let me be in my zone all alone I run with a pack now on my phone lone wolf no more walking from store to store to fill a hole I can't restore at anytime I'm triggered more can you believe the stories I tell ? or will they send me off to hell? I'm just open and blowing off steam I used to have a dream team P.I.C partners in crime where can they be ? Oh yes I stress one was shot at a hotel other one has simply fell off the face of the earth and won't reach out I'm simply cursed of having no friends who stick around as long as I got me then I'm safe and sound .
Let's weave a tapestry of moments, threads of laughter, and whispers of sweet nothings. In the ebbs and flows of life, let's find the ways to reignite the flame that burns bright within. Let's chase the sunshine, hand in hand, and dance under the stars, hearts beating as one.
In the whispers of the night, let's share our dreams, our fears, and our desires. Let's be the refuge, the safe haven, where love resides. We'll play hide and seek, and pillow fights, and laugh until our sides ache, our hearts overflowing with joy.
We'll be the kids we once were, carefree and wild, exploring the world with wonder, and finding magic in the mundane. We'll be best friends, confidants, and partners in crime, sharing secrets and stories, and making memories that will last a lifetime.
We'll laugh, we'll cry, and we'll love, deeply, unconditionally, and without apology. We'll support each other's dreams, and lift each other up, when the road ahead seems uncertain. We'll be each other's rock, our love a beacon of hope, guiding us through life's storms.
We'll take the road less traveled, and discover hidden treasures, and make memories that will forever be etched in our hearts. We'll care for each other, with kindness, compassion, and love, and we'll grow together, as one, in perfect harmony.
This love of ours is a flame that burns bright, a flame that will guide us, through the darkest nights, and light our way, to a future, filled with hope, joy, and love. Let's sweeten up our love, every day, and cherish this gift, that we've been given, this love, this life, this beautiful, messy, wonderful life.
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
All the boys of Tumbleweed scampered like chased mice
as they saw his bulgy belly hanging from his trousers...
ah, his bad breath had the stench of a piggy;
they yelled angrily, " Go to another town, fatty! "
What was on his hot, red tongue?
The smell of Johnny Walker's whiskey?
They always saw him leaping like a frog...
when he finally got up, he looked so scary!
Who crossed Willy...driving him to drink that poison?
He cussed everyone getting a bit closer to his whiskey,
never did he mess with a chubby, bickering mommy,
who came running,...brandishing a long, black baton!
One noon there was a large rally by his door
to evict him from his bungalow...what was the reaction of Willy?
He brought out a case of expensive whiskey,
and offered them lots of drinks...they drank and felt mellow!
So they kept on drinking the hard liquor...
until it hurt their full, burping beer-bellies,
but one of them quite sober hollered with a stuttering voice,
" Get Willy, he stole all the whiskey from the Happy Hour Bar!
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
My comment:
It wasn't fair to chase after Old Willy after
they drank his whiskey, even 'though they found out
it was stolen. They weren't a bit thankful or compassionate,
but drinking it without asking him how he got it,
made them his partners in crime!
Under the cover of night, a major mission.
The self-assured plot and scheme did not fail
because it was not well planned and executed.
Nor did the affair backfire due to neglect.
The people, dressed in their religion and politics,
unified themselves and became partners in crime.
Betrayal and manipulation were lovers of the
night, as corruption and hate ruled the day.
The timing was a matter of providence, and the wicked
perpetrators were more blind than they were ignorant
of matters most essential. Their spiritual blindness
flooded their nobility and orchestrated their failure.
The plotters did not know that the death of the
accused would be, not the end of their worries
about their power and status. Rather, it would be
the doom of everything they sought to accomplish.
The players were mere mortals being manipulated by
a sinister and evil master who OVERPLAYED HIS HAND.
I have never heard it better said than this: "Had they
known it, they would not have crucified The Lord of Glory"*.
111322PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol. 33, Edward Ibeh
Title/Theme chosen: #4, Overplayed Hand.
*1 Corinthians 2:8. 2P
When I was 13,
I fell in love
Had no idea,
What it will take me through
Yet unknown to this new feeling
Just had fun with that crazy guy
Whom I used to call mine
Jealousy used to kill me
When he used to talk about other girls
Yet I was unknown to this new feeling
While others used to call love
We used to be partners in crime
Forcing him anyhow to stay on my side
And I used to be in his tribe
Whenever I needed him,
I used to call him at that moment right
Same age, same class took me on a long trip
Of which I had to return one fine day
Then finally I realised what it was
But accepted it as it was