Long Pleasing Poems
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They don’t give a monkeys
You’ve read what they’ve said
These flunkeys are off their head
Braggadocio pinocchio junkies
Baz cronies nutter baloney utter
Phoney show ponies in the gutter
Stutter one more flutter then splutter
Aussies like a knife through butter
The death of a nation..us all pining for Bazball’s fine dining/opining alright whining degustation;
Amuse bouche (louche with a bag of douche);
Golly gosh Hogwash
Humpty Dumpty Numpty
Total scrotal Tosh
To start (brain fart);
Fish have another swish
Trumpet Bazball strumpet crumpet
Dish of death wish Gibberish
To cleanse the palette (God dammit);
Far too mellow sickly sweet lemoncello
Take a mallet to the Bazball planet (grief aperitif & digestif)
Entree (naysay it's okay.. the way we play come what may every bloody day);
Ruddy veteran fuddy duddy buddies bash
Splash of rash & brash
Off stump chump slump rump
Dash..lash then crash
Flash Balderdash hash
Desert ( just desserts)
Teasing wheezing ego pleasing Trollop
Dollop of Codswallop
With a twist of narcissist mist (you get the gist)
Cheese board (traditions ignored)
Aussie gloat aged goat
Camembert despair
Double header immature cheddar
Out fought and out thought Roquefort
(served with they're crackers and in a bit of a pickle)
Petit Fours (flaws encores & guffaws);
Scoop of NincomPOOP
Tasty bit of hasty bullshi*
Peacocks big bolloc*s
Tripe as ripe as our Gripe
You don’t get a coffee because like Test cricket they can’t do it for toffee
Dear, be not worry
My heart, remains thy territory
Where freedom is yours in each category
And forever, you remain a signatory
Definitely, you're close to my heart
Though, at the moment far away from eyes
So close the page, be not bothered and act
Do not be far from writing thy cheers up high
Wherever you are, do be at your very best
Miss you and the current atmosphere
Make hay while grace is open before the sun rest
For boundless laughter to rent thy lips to cheer
You are the apple of whose eyes?
Don't tie joke around your neck
Face the sampling mask in your hand
Before you walk away tempting thy legs
If you don't understand the previous stanza
Send something light to my UBA aza
For any explanation or questions to answer
That's how it is now being a bright advancer
In choice, be not ye too picky or wise
Hang in there like a fool to see who will check
The mess around which is not pleasing to withstand
For such will be worthy to make use of eggs.
More than enough grace to enjoy life to its fullest
That blessings keep parading your destiny for fulfillment
And while time pose challenges, lay faith abreast
Inviting His followup for proper adjustment
© Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
® 2022
Propped and propelled by God to live according to His purpose*
Upheld am I to enjoy earthly existence midst divine upbringing
Ransomed soul of mine keeps seeking daily restoration and revival
Pursuing His will, pleasing Him well with productive performance
Optimizing blessed grace toward stewardship and service opportunities
Settling to do best as soulwinner, discipler, teacher, social worker, student
Empowered by the Holy Spirit Who makes possible my enthusiastic enablement…
Offering utmost all to the Lord Who oversees me midst His loving omniscience
Fortified heart is calmed against fears, frettings, failures and frustrations…
Ephemeral and fleeting moments may I use toward impact that is eternal
Aware of being transient and pilgrim in this world with my assignment
Rejoicing, I follow my Master’s orders to share Gospel of redemption
Trekking along right path, taking His light, glowing in His truth against trials
Helping build lives, hoisting hope with prayer and supplication’s harness
Listening to His voice, lifting up the weary while learning from His lessons
Yielded as His child, obediently trusting the Father Almighty with my yes.
Liberty-led to share Christ’s peace reigning along bountiful love
I do maximize His granted chances for reaching-out impetus
Functionally fueled by freedom to do good with utmost fulfillments
Expressing gratefulness-caused experiences in exploring His excellency.
*2Timothy 1:9 Who hath saved us, and called us with an holy calling, not according to our works, but according to his own purpose and grace, which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began.
January 19, 2022
4th place, "Earth Life Purpose" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 1/20/2022.
He could take what most found, in the time of that
Particular incumbent fashion, to be lacking in any
Pleasing or greatly passionate way,
And, after immersing it into low, blue flame,
Repeatedly beat upon this quivering mass as
If it were but a whitened molten lump when
Drawn from violent, torturing heat constrained
Deep within some smith's insatiable forge;
Seen there the blistered face, scorched forearms
Impervious to the fizz and burn of popping sparks;
Blackened hammer wielded by a gnarly hand,
The repeated raising; forceful, downward strikes --
High-pitched ringing chimes of metal on metal;
And him, the better craftsman, bent desperately
To his task, shaping something new and
Disturbingly strange...
While, amassed amid the silent roaring of those
Unremarkable fields,
An idealistic generation, readied, prepared to spill
Its hot, innocent young blood over a sea of
Flowering petals for the valueless ideal of an
Unworthy hour spawned by a vile whoring b***h
Before it slunk back into the lengthening
Shadows of a withering age.
Frisky, gray squirrels scramble
Beneath a massive, old oak tree
Gathering the best acorns they see
Their fluffy tailed, lively damsels
Opossum wobble on short legs
From their laurel sheltered lairs
Toward the thickets where there’s
Vast bugs and spiders in their webs
Gentle, soft haired rabbits assemblage
Onward, seeking out grassy fortresses
Where they might discover tortoises
And additional special kinds of foliage
Black and white stripped skunks
Bob out toward their furry friends
Reassured they will make amends
So they will help them over tree stumps
Russet colored raccoons with charming features
Searching for their favorite pine tree expansion
Scrambling up through the long branches
To havens above all the other creatures
Big, black bear grumble through woods so eerie
Checking all around for beehives or cherries
Hoping to find a bit of honey or sweet berries
To munch on before the weather gets dreary
Tan and bronze deer clamber up cliffs that deliver
To the meadows where they’re stopping together
To chew long grass and weeds found whether
They make their trek toward the gently flowing river
Forests are thriving with these unique beings
All the different beasts living there from across
Pine, oak, birch, locust, laurel, fern and moss
God’s gifts to us who love this place so pleasing
The sunset sets with passion a palette
of solstice, fire, and goldenrod
glean my grief with brute force with a mallet.
Nub of anger and tears bind while thorns prod.
It looks to take possession of my heart,
sharp, jagged, stabbing, cutting off feeling
leaving me cold and callous set apart
from truth I'm so desperately reeling.
Despite efforts to change it won't withdraw
allowing me to breathe life and be whole.
I fleetingly forget the pleasing awe
as he used to skim and feast on my soul.
It has no ending; it won't let me go;
I am dragged off into its undertow.
1/1/2019
Written: February 29, 2024
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Under azure sky, typhoon winds whirl.
Crafting an impressive exhibition of:
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Whirling in an endless circle.
Motion as the victorious struggle unfolds.
crafting tunes from their swirling vitality.
As the sun shines, aesthetically pleasing earth.
Such vibrant hues, a chromatic surreal display
surreal
Our land was filled
loveliness was redeemed, hostage
explicitly crafted for concealment
surreal evil force dwells in
We shall prevail on them
So that grace guise
rise free
On the 4th of July, there are fireworks shows
And barbecues, picnics and beer,
But there’s a tradition not everyone knows
For which only a few volunteer.
It’s a contest to see who can gobble the most
Hot dogs, eaten together with buns
And the winner, with trophy, gets mostly to boast
He can do what the average guy shuns.
The champ, Joey Chestnut, secured a new win,
His 12th victory, pleasing his fans.
With his mouth opened wide, he did shovel them in,
Though his numbers fell short of his plans.
In just 10 minutes’ time, there were 71
That were chewed and made way down his throat,
Though last year it was 74 (each with bun);
Still, his effort got everyone’s vote.
As a watcher from home, I admit that, to me,
The whole contest is utterly gross
And I surely expected that on the TV
Some contestant would be comatose.
Potato
potato;
Po ta toe---Pa ta tal
does it matter
gonna eat that in tha platter
Oh my God created all and everything
This I know, everything is in seasons;
wwanna be here for His return hoping I'm pleasing;
Winter, summer, fall and spring
Tomato, tomato, To mat to-Ta mat toe ooh!!
what's the matter
to much manna
better pick up that fork and eat that angel food cake boy
What does mere man know
can he shall he let the flowers grow
evil men killer by nature
picture this while slicing your potatoes
potato, potato, does it really matter
This I know everything the seasons
God's planted this planet for a reason
He shall watch His garden grow
bet you didn't know
Potato, tomato celery bell peppers golden honey cones
reach out and pick the spinach cause
this is the garden age of
Potato tomato
(cucumber_ _Huh!!)
praise
The coldness of past memories
nagging in my mind,
when the first sight turns out to be
an army officer in a dark green suit,
with a rifle in his hand,
not the pleasing dark blue and gold school gate.
The familiar yells and greetings,
replaced by a awkward cold silence...
when every students stand in single file,
to pass the metal detector's always doubtful glance
without suspicion.
bags checked, inside out,
colourless and transparent they are,
and almost everything else:
water bottles, lunch boxes, pencil boxes..
And every classroom filled with voices,
always not talking of how they spent the extended holiday
but the reason* for being extended,
even though it was banned.
Student population rises,
but only after more than half of May was gone.
Teachers helpless,
unable to cover the syllabus
but also unable to have morning or afternoon classes.
Sports clubs and other societies...
their meetings always lacking members...
Unable to mind our own business,
cuz no students was allowed to open classrooms
without a teacher.
And even before the scent of the newly starched uniforms were gone,
exams began to haunt the days...
stretching until it ended on the 1st, the last day of the term.
Oh man, is this what our school term used to be?
* for the 'reason', you can read the poem "Flashback of the Day" which I have written on 4/21/2019
I decided on not mentioning it in the poem...