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Good Old Grandpa
My grandpa,
is as round shouldered as a question mark
and he is led about all day
by his wobbly walking stick,
with teeth that aren’t real,
hidden behind a moustache that is
while his memories simmer warmly
inside his crinkled paper bag of a face.
My grandpa,
old and worn on the outside
but sparky and fresh on the in.
For he often,
shakes my hand with fifty pence pieces,
makes sweets pop out from behind his ears
then smokes all like a train
and laughs like one as well.
My grandpa,
Plays jokes on my mother
to freshen her face with a smile
then tells me stories which electrify my brain.
But best of all,
when my dad loses his temper,
Gandpa just tells him
to sit down and behave himself.
Good old grandpa!
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
She waves her tail large the size of her
teeth
River Ethiope has swallowed a big
fish
Her hungry is a mystery
feed
Her fangs cold like her broad
hips
She is a regurgitating
beast
chews her cods
slowly
she raises her prey up down
up again and down then up
the third time and. finally chews
after some days in the belly
vomit it prey
stiff
stilled
ill
many forgotten souls lie beneath her. deep
River Ethiope has hijacked another student
Like a hawk she dives prickly
On its prey at a glance sweeps like cyclone and steals
At the brink
of her mouth another
Final year scholar she drinks who
Gone to be with the swim
is gone into
thin air only to be seen
days later on
top of her skin white, stiff still
Eyes pop out.
River Ethiope is a. beast
She never get filled
River Ethiope is found in Niger Delta area
Located in Ethiope East, Delta state in Nigeria
This poem is based on a true life story
With close personal experience
In my university days,
Delta State university , Abraka
5/6/2020
SHY PEOPLE
Shy people hide
their feelings inside
their heads
their houses
their mouths
sometimes a giggle pops out
but then they turn popsicle-red
and disappear once again
Shy people stand against walls
eyes diverted, feet shuffling nervously,
longing for a dance...a romance
but don’t forge a straight path
You look like a train coming straight at them,
and they like a deer in the headlights
Approach the shy one cautiously,
one silent step at a time,
not too close,
then tell a pleasant joke to your friend,
perhaps the shy one will smile
or restrain a laugh with her palm.
You can let her see your sideways glance,
but keep mildly chatting with your friend.
Shy people stay that way for a long long time
until the shackles fall fearlessly at your feet
then no longer shy
they make you run
your heart pounding
at the sound
of their never ending conversation
all the words in their heads
their houses
their mouths
pop out like a volcanic eruption
that can’t be stopped
You grab her hand and kiss her into submission,
but remember, it is only a brief intermission.
12/4/2017
People Poetry Contest
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
The wind has dropped
The Sun now shines so bright
And flowers now burst into life
Ever since daylight
A ladybird has just passed me by
His red wings flutter and shine
Accompanied by a Butterfly
A scene that is so gentle and fine
A Bumble Bee comes bussing by
Collecting Nectar on the wing
Close by upon a branch
A wren begins to sing
A wondrous sight in the morning dew
Even a Hedgehog goes scuttling past
Looking for a morning snack
Until back in the undergrowth at last
A little Robin flies past and settles nearby
And chirps a happy sound
Looking for his morning feed
Worms that come out from underground
The Daffodils are in full bloom
Sharing the lime light with Tulips abound
As other spring flowers pop out their heads
Having spent the winter underground
Spring really is a joyous time of the year
As the Garden comes alive
The Birds are singing their merry tunes
As in the sun they really thrive
The Lavender bush is beginning to flower
Releasing that pleasant pungent smell
That fill the air so beautifully
And attracts the Bees so well
Birds, Animals and insects abound
At this magical time of year
It makes me want to sit and ponder
And release a little tear
And thank the Lord for giving us
Such a wondrous site to see
Yes Spring is here in all its splendour
Where else would you need to be.
Critics
Wrote a poem in the sand,
Wonder how it fares if left alone,
Will it bear on its own merits
Or juxtapose by meddling hands,
Meantime, sun-dries it again,
Wind shifts it broad and thin,
Indelible puddles left by rain,
Sand critters pop out and in,
A boy and his ball rolls along,
With a long sigh, looks on down,
Builds a sandcastle then leaves,
Ebbtide gone, flood tide flows cleanly,
I returned, stood and discern,
Comme ci, comme ca, c'est la vie.
14th line English translated from French, "Like this, like that, that is life."
05/09/2019
*POTD*
~~Team PoetrySoup
*6th Place*
old poems, FREE VERSE (003)
~~Poet Destroyer A
Last year when it was Halloween
I was frighted so
When my friends went to trick-or-treat
I didn't want to go
But now I'm really tired
Of being frightened sick
So I went out to by back yard
And got myself a stick
I got a knife and cleaned off
Most of the bark and twigs
The small end was my handle
But the business end was big
It was long enough to swat
A bat, out of the sky
And hard enough to pop out
A mummy's evil eye
I can't wait 'till a zombie
Sneaks up to steal my brain
Where I hit him with my stick
I'm sure he'll feel that pain
And all the other creatures
That want to cause a fright
Will be spending Halloween
In the ER on that night
JTCurtis
It’s Monday - again - every time I look around,
it seems like it’s Monday again.
Weekdays I run on snark and caffeine.
If I seem preoccupied..
I’m not ignoring you, I’m buffering
My playlists soothe and understand me
I’m not ignoring you, I’m reorganizing a playlist.
My mood is linked to Wi-Fi strength.
I’m not ignoring you, I’m doom scrolling.
On weekends, we put the ‘pro’ in procrastination
we take the celibacy out of celebration
and work on our romantic cardio
Sometimes you gotta pop-out and show your alignment
I’m not ignoring you, I just don’t want to pull a bird-finger muscle
.
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A song for this:
The Politics of Dancing (12" Extended Mix) by Re-Flex
Without Him by Triste Janero
I saw a tiny body on the bed
She needed a dye job; she had a streak at the part
It was gray
Who was that?
Why was she next to my husband?
With a gasp I was back in my body
Realizing at once I had been high in the corner a second earlier
This was my first time
The next time I was a bit more open to the idea of astral travel
Luckily I had a friend who knew about it, and it seemed less frightening
I popped out right before I went into REM sleep
Found myself in the same place on the ceiling, watching
My body was snoring, but I was up here
How can I do that? I wondered.
I got more adventurous with each pop out.
By the fifth or sixth time, I began to experiment
I could think of a school yard and I would immediately be there.
Eventually I could think Omaha or St Louis and I would be there
It was a wonderful way to travel
I never felt stressed or worried that I would not be pulled back
Always feeling the silver cord that attaches my soul to my body
I was forty when I discovered my father had been a traveler too
She's Wet VII Continued
When she gives a cough or a sneeze
Some wee trickles down past her knees
Her knickers are damp
She smells like a tramp
Dashing home so nobody sees
Written by Jan
Inspired by Arthur
Continued by Mystic Rose
She does a little peepee in the bowl
Voiding her bladder is her only goal
Then out comes a fart
Fresh and a la carte
Followed by a turd down the hole!
Continued by Sey
A sigh of relief she wipes her red rear
as the monstrous turd starts to disappear
much to her surprise
it has too much size
and shoots out and hits her left ear
Continued by Steve
Dear lady of the house please don't send me to hell
I know it would get rid of that awful smell
But I have an idea for some fantastic cons
I will be a banker in stocks and bonds
And should I fail and the flush you administer
I will pop out downstream and become a Prime Minister
Continued by Nonsense Alley
Get antibacterial Wet -Ones!
Use plenty for cleaning those soiled buns
Got turd in the ear?
Please! Have little fear.
Buy Wet-Ones for poop- ear ala runs.
Continued by Kimberly
Good gracious this lim'ricks a foul one!
With peepee, a fart and a brown one
Now all has been voided
Smell can't be avoided
So snap on that clothes pin for more fun!
Continued by Eve
Oh! Dear! I guess I am going to have to get some
Depends custom
made,this is just happening too often
and I’m losing too many of my good chosen
underwear in the garbage can at Wal-mart and spending a fortune