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I like friendly, friendly is nice
The wave, the nod, the smile's the fuel we use to get through life
Restores faith in humanity, reduces the insanity of social fabric fraying
Courtesy and manners, just like your mother said
Aren't less important now, just because you got ahead
Payback is reciprocal and karma's always cyclical
Cynical's inimical to the prosper you can foster if you follow her advice
The wave, the nod, the wink's the link, the lubricant of life
It shortens all the miles and trials, the troubles and the strife
The longer that it takes to learn, the more you let the candle burn
Clock's been ticking, what's been licking soon's been licked
No wick is going to outlive its turn upon the wheel of life
Grumpy old men do exist
Ladies, I’m afraid to say it’s true
Though never in a million years
Did I think it would happen to you!
So relaxed and easy going
Chill ,no worries or concerns
Since you have grown older
Oh, how the tables have turned!
“What about this?, What about that”?
“What took you so long?”
“What have you bought now”?
“You already have one!”
“Why you doing that?, What have you done now”?
Blah blah blah ….I think you know how it goes!
Patience shortens , irritation rises
Ladies, what happens to our men nobody knows?
Where is my “no worries man”
It seems he has gone
Never to return I believe
Now exchanged for a grumpy old one!
So, ladies be aware
As this tale I tell is true
Though never in a million years
Did I think it would happen to you!
Birth is the beginning of a quest
which is unseen to human eyes,
sadly ending on our unpredictable death,
but not living another day shortens that distance.
Who decides our fate in ways so drastic,
unfolding events happy or tragic?
Who diverges the course of our days,
when hopelessness grips our desperate souls?
If dreams are built to become exinct,
to suddenly turn into detritus and dust...
devastating us enough to dessicate the expanse
of hope, why is joy lacking the feeling of genuiness?
Despair is utterly exgeneous,
exploding when thoughts become tense,
expanding as wild fire to burn everything
in its destructive path...leaving only embers behind.
Some choose to end life,
not valuing its sacredness and purpose;
shouldn't we be thrilled to exist as David was
and be immensely grateful, or defiantly denounce our belief?
Gracefully age as Moses did,
never thinking of shortening the distance;
gain more wisdom as you live...
to discern what's beyond madness to reduce incidence.
So you have to accept someone else’s concerns
If you still care to go abroad
Are you corrupt, do you get the returns
Do you hide them as an experienced fraud
What they call a survey is an interrogation
There is no presumption of innocence
You are pledged guilty because your nation
Is all badly spoken which shortens the chance
To get anywhere you would want to fly
Because you, and not somebody else, just you
Must stop the war, so they'll decide
If you’re worthy to taste their national stew
Isn’t it quieter to take a bus ride
At home, with no worries about bank statements
About who are your parents, dead or alive
The driver won’t bother about their status
None of that humiliation is guaranteed
But isn’t it too clever that people get stressed
For intention to travel abroad, when they need
Just a fortnight break for a much deserved rest?
Life is too short
Life is too short, not to say love you
I’ve lived life beside you everyday
But I could never get enough of you
Life is short
So short
To stand by and hate your sister or brother
I don’t even get to see my brother anymore
So quit acting like calling your sibling is a daring chore
Life is too short
We need to learn to love one another just a tad bit more
I love Whitney and my dogs
Thats who I do it for
Life is too short
Johnny short
You’re down with me at my cake day party
Be down with me in court
Life is midget short
Too short
To live without a plan
Life is too short
You should know where you stand
My Life is too short to constantly live in fear
Life is too short to barely making it through the year
My Life is too short
Not to do something new
Life is too short not to say I love you
Wasting time
Shortens life
Spending time
Studying other people
One's you don't care about
Wondering could you be like them
Succumbing yourself to doubt
Doing things
You never wanted to
I’ve lived life beside you everyday
But I could never get enough of you
Telling yourself
What you cannot do
Telling lies to yourself
Then saying that you never knew
Life is too short not to say love you
Questioning Life
Rather than
Trying to find out the answer on your own
Scolding at yourself
With a constant pity tone
If it didn't make you happy
Then it wasn't worth your time
I could never get enough of you
I’ve screwed fate and denied hate
Learn to adore
Don't fear what's beyond the shore
Don't cry during the night
Do it in broad daylight
So that someone will see
How much you are suffering
It's okay to hurt
Because your feelings come first
Learn to accept care
Remember to love your own share
Life is too short not to say I love you
When I was 14 I learned to appreciate being 5’2
Had to find happiness in myself
Before I found you
Where they can find you
Is right next to me
All 2 quarters and 5’3 of me
I’m already short
So when it comes to money you can’t short me
Time is money and money is time
And I have to make enough of both for those after and before me
Tuesday morning detectives at my door
In an instant life can get gory
Call my mother and tell her I love her
I’m glad I’m free to tell you this story
Its hard out here a shorty
Life’s short shorty
They do not hear the ticking —
yet the clock is wound with fire.
A nation's soul disintegrates,
not in war,
but quiet decay,
like atoms split beneath the skin
of time.
Invisible,
but certain.
No sirens sound.
Just silence —
thick with warning.
From the Delta’s oil-slicked veins
to the scorched bones of the Northeast,
from Biafra’s unburied grief
to the herder’s unmarked trail —
the land hums with fracture.
We are splitting.
Like uranium dreams,
rich but unstable,
our unity held by brittle bonds,
our leaders shielding lies
instead of truth.
Decay is now destiny
unless the core is cooled.
Justice bleeds in whispers:
the child in Benue
whose school collapsed;
the mother in Kano
whose hospital never came;
the youth in Onitsha
whose voice was muffled
before it rose.
These are not isolated cries.
They are chain reactions.
Critical mass is near.
You cannot weld a nation
with oppression.
You cannot seal cracks
with slogans.
You cannot bind brothers
with bayonets.
Fission feeds itself.
Discontent is now isotopic —
passed hand to hand,
wound to wound,
like fallout.
So who will neutralize the core?
Who will cool the rods of injustice?
Who will wear truth
like lead-lined courage?
Not tomorrow.
Now.
Because the half-life of a nation
shortens
with every lie,
with every stolen hope,
with every silence
where justice should speak.
And when the break comes —
not with a bang,
but a vanishing —
let no one say
it was sudden.
We
were
warned.
Spring has earned a special place in my heart:
a season so fair,
She dispels despair.
And I anxiously wait for Spring to start;
for craving her touch,
I miss Her so much.
I long for the sensual perfume She'll wear;
a blend of sweet-smelling flowers and fresh air.
She taught my heart to sing.
At this time, Spring is no more than a wish:
no reason to cheer,
She is not yet here.
But She's such a tempting, delicious dish,
I can hardly wait:
and circling the date
on my calendar: I'm counting down the days.
Whiling away the hours in a thousand ways;
She taught my heart to sing.
Winter winds are finally in full flight
as snows melt away;
Spring is sure to stay.
As sunlight stretches Day and shortens Night
ice-free rivers flow,
while Daffodils show.
Nature dabbles the landscape in tints of green:
while the air's invigorating, fresh, and clean,
and tweeting songbirds, add music to the scene.
She taught my heart to sing;
I love that about Spring.
"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk,
to servants sent before):
"And do not balk. When you uncork
good liquor, mark the door."
This way, the churchman planned to pass,
when pausing for a rest,
fun nights in vino veritas,
partaking of the best.
"So, sup the wine, and if it's fine,
write on the lintel (lest
I miss the sign and fail to dine
there) 'Vinum Bonum Est!'"
Off went the servant at a trot.
Would we were in his shoes!
To earn our pay, we play the sot,
by "testing" all the booze!
From bar to bar, he wanders far,
obeying that behest:
but "Vinum Bonum" starts to jar:
He shortens it to "Est"!
He sips this wine, he guzzles that,
and if he is impressed,
he makes a holy concordat,
and marks the doorway, "Est!"
Down through the Alps the servant wends,
to tread Italian soil:
so many blends, to greet as friends!
Unto his task, stays loyal.
Both white and red, their bottles bled,
are flowing like the Arno:
by destiny, the servant's led
to Montepulciano!
Volcanic slopes (some are the Pope's!)
make wine that's heaven-blessed:
and, titillated as he topes,
he chalks up, "Est! Est! Est!"
Some days elapse -- a week, perhaps.
Beneath the tavern's eaves,
round Bishop wraps the sweetest of traps --
he arrives, but never leaves!
The wine is fine -- almost divine --
Soft, like an angel's breath;
To toe the line, he's disinclined --
and drinks himself to death!
And though this tale's beyond the pale,
a moral you may wrest --
each holy grail's adorned with nails --
go slow with Est! Est! Est!
molecules lower into mist
then smoke and screenshots
my nicotine grows from roots
onto tongue into thyroid
deliciously fresh I blow
sprays across crisp lawn
true blue sky sings its songs
massaging through trendy T-shirt
day moves harmonic, stylish
cigar shortens
I’m patient with cameraman
he is late as usual
our canvas is painted
with muted colours of farmlands
organic every morn
let us go for cappuccinos
before work starts in ernest
in coffeeshop we’ll love
ourselves f o r e v e r ~
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BRONZE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry Imagery Contest
May ‘26
You say that a good person
should never know anger,
that hatred serves no purpose,
tis a plague upon the world.
I think you are missing
a very salient fact:
anger and hate tell you when
you have to watch your back.
When someone screws you over
is not anger always there
to remind you of the danger,
to avoid future despair?
And when a psycho goes hunting,
is not hate a useful tool
to steel you against a monster
who pays no heed to rules?
If it were not for that
we’d all be easy prey,
are not anger and hate the methods
that keep these scum away?
Others claim that fear plays
no good role in life,
that it leads to evil,
brings nothing but strife
They never seem to realize,
and God I wish they would,
that fear is needed to escape
from things that are not good!
You fear breaking the law
because it brings consequence,
you fear being unemployed
deprived of dollars and cents,
you fear the mad gang-banger
over-eager to kill,
we all fear the power-hungry
who would bend us to their will.
You fear riding without helmets
so you don’t smash your head,
honestly, if not for fear
we all would be long dead.
And lately it is judgment
that is trendy to avoid,
for fear that some snowflake
may be somehow annoyed,
ignoring that one great truth
that normal people see:
you can never avoid judgment,
humans are judgment machines.
Judgment is what tells you
your partner is borderline,
that lutefisk is awful,
that there’s no future in crime.
Judgment is the device
by which you pick your friends,
it’s how you discern evil,
measure means and ends.
Avoiding judgment doesn’t
make you a moral exemplar,
since without making judgments
morals won’t get you far.
The thing of it that gets us
is moving to the extremes,
as much danger in too much,
as not doing anything,
take a lesson from the Buddhists
and find the middle path,
Tte point where it works for you
and doesn’t drown you in wrath.
Surrendering to these emotions
makes you into their slave,
avoiding them entirely
also shortens your days.
It’s tough to find balance
and to some it seems mad,
but anger, fear, and judgment
are some of the best friends you’ll ever have.