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He is like a deadly disease bringing despair.
He won't take the hint, he isn't wanted anywhere.
He is like a dark cloud, polluting the air.
Yet he insists on showing up unannounced everywhere.
His sense of self importance is baffling considering he has accomplished so little in life.
Most people find him insufferable, even his own sweet wife.
He boasts of grandiose dreams of wealth and fame.
He is clueless to the fact that no one gives 2 shizits about his crappy game.
He will keep talking and talking, even when no one will listen.
Unaware he is a waste of space and a waste of perfectly good oxygen.
He is condescending to others but being called out gets him frustrated.
He wears a stupid hat too small for his big ugly head
and always looks angry and constipated.
He is easily upset when his ideas are ignored or dismissed.
He hates being in group settings where his butt is not being kissed.
When people aren't admiring him, he will throw a pity party and wallow.
It's a shame that 51 years ago, his mama didn't swallow.
they build themselves now
out of mirrors.
chrome-spined apostles
with teeth whitened
like cemetery gates.
they speak in blue-lit sermons,
thumbs flickering over glass,
manufacturing love
the way factories once made bullets.
every photograph
another prayer to themselves.
they call it branding.
I call it standing naked
in the middle of a freeway
begging strangers
to describe your soul.
the old drunks at least
had honesty.
they knew the bottle
was a bottle.
these new saints
sip themselves instead—
small poisoned doses
every hour
until the face in the screen
becomes more real
than the one rotting quietly
behind the eyes.
and God help you
if you stop watching yourself.
because silence
is the one room
they cannot redecorate.
I saw a girl crying once
while taking photographs
of herself crying.
that was it.
the whole century
balanced perfectly
inside one human moment.
outside,
a dog limped through rain
without an audience,
without applause,
without needing
to become
a monument to itself.
to its own suffering.
the dog
was holier than all of us.
Twas the night before Christmas, all snug in my bed,
With visions of sugarplums dancing in my head.
But little did I know, a surprise was in store,
As my cat, Mr. Whiskers, knocked over the door.
He leaped on the table, where cookies were laid,
A feast for a feline, his mischief displayed.
With a swipe of his paw, the milk spilled like snow,
And I woke to a scene that was quite the show!
The tree stood all glittery, adorned with delight,
But Mr. Whiskers had turned it into a sight.
He climbed up the branches, a furry little thief,
And sent ornaments flying, oh what a relief!
As I rushed to the chaos, trying to save,
My Christmas spirit wavered, but I had to be brave.
With laughter erupting, I couldn’t stay mad,
For who could resist such a whimsical lad?
We cleaned up the mess, shared a giggle or two,
As the clock chimed midnight, my heart felt anew.
For Christmas is laughter, and memories bright,
Even when Mr. Whiskers causes a fright!
So here’s to the moments that bring us together,
The funny little stories that last through the weather.
With love and with laughter, let’s cherish the cheer,
For Christmas is magic, and that’s perfectly clear!
Are you an optimistic realist
or a realistic optimist?
Are you a fatalistic humanist
or a humanistic fatalist?
Staunchly capitalistic rules out socialistic
but can't socialistic flirt a bit with capitalistic?
Artistic may be wildly narcissistic
yet is narcissistic necessarily artistic?
If nihilism goes ballistic
Are ballistics then nihilistic?
Calvinistic is never hedonistic
but might hedonistic become Calvinistic?
The theistic frown on the atheistic
yet the atheistic themselves were once theistic
The egoistic are not likely to be altruistic
but the altruistic may well be egoistic
Linguistics is so much more than dry statistics
yet statistics make or break theories of linguistics
The opportunistics are not naturally idealistic
but the idealistic must often be opportunistic
Can something simplistic be pluralistic
or something pluralistic be simplistic?
To be perfectly objectivistic
~ I am frankly rather pessimistic
Atlast,I found her,
She is one of a kind,
I call her my queen,
For hers is a royal heart,
She makes my days,
Brightens my moments,
How I wish you see her…
Her body shape,bootylicious,
Her lips,soft & delicious,
Whenever she walks,
I consider myself king,
Coz hers are palace strides,
For sure she is beautiful…
They say love makes one crazy,
I swear am insane,
The love dose of chlorpromazine,
Has left me in live state sedation,
Cant wait to spend a lifetime.
Her always bewitching smile,
That’s my weakness,
Whenever she does it perfectly,
My heart melts,yeah with love,
Leave alone the intimate kiss,
I telk you,I must be in love with an angel…
Yesternight we made a covenant,
She said our love had become malgnant,
I,by a surprise went on my knees,
Soon hers will be Mrs Igweee…
Cant wait to spend with her,
Watch her perfect body all day,
Taste her all time delicacies,
Kiss her passionately PRN,
And make her always feel like a woman…
Nine months down the line,
I will be caressing your pump
As it grows,I will listen to it,
Just as a sign of eagerness,
Good gracious,you will have twins,
A perfect blessing from God,
Please Lord,I rest my case upon you.
I promise,I will be the best hubby,
I will never make your cheeks chubby,
Instead I will shower you with love,
Peace in our family will be of a dove,
Imagine me daddy and you mommy,
My love,you so precious,
I will treat you preciously.
Merci.
Poet Igweee
I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you can see
They are tethered by my imagination
I am a God of order
I delight in repetition
My ways are perfect
What you see a chaos, fits perfectly into my plans
I occupy all the spaces
I exist within each breath
My energy flows from beginning to end and back again
I allow you to glimpse my shadow
For my full Glory would consume your human form
I am beyond your comprehension
Yet I wish you to know me
Ponder me
Come into my loving arms
My words are written on ancient scrolls
Each verse contains my essence
My invitation to a wondorous feast
Taste the succulence of my bounty
The flavours my affection
My consummate Love
Do not be concerned with the temporary
Trust in my grace
For I know all your needs
This world will one day disappear
Paradise will reside under your feet
I will be your completion
Dancing will have new meaning
Rivers will sparkle like diamonds
The skies will no longer need the sun
For I will be your light
We will walk through a new Jerusalem
Streets of gold
Buildings encrusted in precious gems
Trees will be laden with fruit
No hunger
No tears
My children will know freedom
Strength will course through veins
Angels will walk in their midsts
Age will no longer be their enemy
Death will be a forgotten memory
For I am God
My words
My poetry
They can be your reality
Make use of your free will
I am bound by my own promises
You must choose my path
Be a vessel of my Love
You my clay pen
Can flow
With golden ink
For this contest I am asked to write from the perspective of God.
It is an insurmountable task for one as limited as myself. I humbly
submit this attempt and pray that it honors my heavenly Father.
I saw the cutest snowman
with his happy icy heart
perfectly fat
and tipping his hat
with one candles light to impart
No question his hat was of magic
and the fur of his trimmed coat was fine
but the smile he wore
you can’t help but adore
and the art of the moment refined
Kinkade was always a favorite
being known as the painter of light
so the art on his coat
and the scarf round his throat
were truly a beautiful sight
Then I saw it was a series
and plays 8 different Christmas songs
I thought this is the one
where I’d say I’d begun
to really let go of the wrongs
For me he’ll be hopes for the future
instead of warm memories of old
my memories of that
have deflated to flat
most are just frigid and cold
But just like this icy snowman
adorned in his beautiful art
I think that it’s time
for this cold heart of mine
to make a more meaningful start
I feel just like this snowman
to say as much is true
so I’m going to start
to wear my art
and proudly show it to you
I’ll still be cold and frigid
since I’m only made of snow
but my art is the part
of my icy cold heart
that sometimes makes me glow
To err is human,
to forgive, divine.
Humanity is made in errored God's image
is made in forgiving humanity
hanging on the cancerous family Tree
of survival consciousness
and dying sentience.
What human nature ambidextrously
and nondualistically
and paradoxically means
by becoming more divine
As we remake
reform
re-give us permission
to be sacred
and yet not perfectly empowered communicators,
verbally vulnerable
and non-verbally transparent
When we acknowledge
our ego identity suppresses eco-fertility
confined to our own mortally errored
less than fully divine soulful image
of omni-empowered sentience
and enlightened multigenerational consciousness.
A human soul is made in God's imagelessness
as God reconnects
religions
revives
and reforms my 0-Soul
in imperfectly individuated
humanely communitarian identity.
Organic beings are made
from sentient EarthMother's interwoven
co-empathic
primal relationships
Gaian God is pre-conscious
in anthropocentric images
of regenerative humane co-acclimation,
polycultural yang/yin
win/win
ethotically self-consciousness
and erotically other-sentient
Creolizing cultural realization
of historically democratizing
non-violently communicating
transforming transubstantiation
Returning humane communion error
into divine self-forgiveness
for egos made in Gaia's co-acclimating image
As Gaian win+win health empowerment
becomes remade
through rehumanizing
sentient EarthBodhisattva's
wealthiest 0-zen imagery.
From the start,
you have made assumptions.
I had something
or I was someone.
It was all
in your wild imaginations,
I did not
plan it to happen.
I meant no
harm, was really innocent.
I did not
lie, pretend or act,
To deceive, hurt
or harm you deliberately.
Just that I
did not know you,
Not well at
all to correct you,
To clarify clearly
some thing about me.
Sorry if I
had indirectly fooled you,
Tricked you into
thinking I played games.
Why should I
Be brothered to explain?
It was part
Of growing up experiences.
Normally, everybody eventually
Has a nick name,
Called by someone
Who closed to them.
Their nick name
Would suit their personalities,
Something was used
To tease them perfectly.
How many have
You earned from me,
You told me
Your were a writer,
You earned a
Nick name Mr Author.
You wrote, you
Ascustomed to be alone,
That gave you
A name Mr Loner.
It seemed to
Me you liked disappear,
No phone calling,
Text messaging nor answering.
I called you
For sure Mr Vanish.
One thing worthed
Mentioned was your promises.
Beautifully made like
Music to my ears.
They were empty
And nothing was valid.
You had played
That tricks many times.
I fell for
Them once or twice.
Called me "a
Good wise mature person",
Then you treated
Me like a child.
A friend liked
You who needed enemy.
I was so
Glad we had finished,
Took much longer
Than I had expected.
Time flew when
You were having fun.
Wasted much time
To get thing done.
In your book,
There was a photo,
You were crowned
Just like a king.
Then ever since
I addressed "Your Highness".
There was saying
Pen mightier than sword.
You should mark
My word of honesty.
You kept vouchers
Enjoyed your BD dinner,
But please return
The brown woolen cover.
I said that
Right from the start.
I wanted it
Back to my hands.
Every time you
Received something from me,
You came up
With all sort excuses,
To stay away
Until whenever that day.
August 30 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 1-4
Key Verse – Ezekiel 1:3 The word of the LORD came expressly unto Ezekiel the priest, the son of Buzi, in the land of the Chaldeans by the river Chebar; and the hand of the LORD was there upon him.
FAITH IN GOD WHOSE WORD COMES UNTO US
God with His Word comes unto us through His vision
That expresses His salvation’s provision
While securing us around His compassion
For our faith to be strengthened by His supervision.
God with His Word comes unto us through His Scriptures
That shows His redemption’s gestures
While ushering us toward His victory pastures
For our faith to be assured by His truth-features.
God with His Word comes unto us through His voice
That declares His majesty against worldly vain noise
While manifesting to us His ways wherein we rejoice
For our faith to be settled by His glory’s poise.
God with His Word comes unto us through His leadership
That displays His wisdom in our ministry-partnership
While cheering us inside His fellowship
For our faith to be dedicated toward fruitful stewardship.
God with His Word comes unto us through His light
That reveals His will, always perfectly right
While teaching us to trust Him along Biblical insight
For our faith to be determined for good fight of triumph’s height.
God with His Word comes unto us through His grace
That asserts His goodness all the days
While directing us in following servanthood-pace
For our faith to be blessed in running the Christian race.
God with His Word comes unto us through His divine zeal
That affirms His favour along His approval-deal
While enclosing us into His freedom, spiritually real
For our faith to be increased by His knowledge-seal.
August 30, 2025