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LEECHES IN POWER
As old as the sand on the earth
So do I in power.
All colours leech on power
The dark loves me more.
Either you want me or not I will never flow in your direction
Those that want me to flow; frozen in their graves.
I decide when to flow; no fellow dares me.
Longing in corridor of power is life fulfilled
Nation with natural minerals, there you find me.
staying power is an honour worth dying for
Only those that follow me enjoy my current and waves
Yes, I made them rich and proud.
The fools thought all rivers are equal but some rivers rule others
I am the sea, the seat of powers.
I may be slim in size when I roar, ship capsizes. Yes, lives are wasted.
Flowing round the world I am fulfilled
Who can challenge me? Those in power I select them.
I fed them with fishes; support them with strength
If I flow out my seat of power, my leeching hand still control power.
Go and tell the poor in the streets that rivers are not equal;
In power we are not equal.
There is no nation without me
Those in me enslaved others, rein their land
Though, you may not like my ruling
Yet I rule you happily and comfortably.
The waves of poverty, crises and war of minorities
Never flow me out of power seat.
You fear no man but think about salt you leech;
As mighty as the leech, dares not eat salt
Oh! what vanity life you who stayed on power lived?
Leech are in all nation seat of power.
Emmanuel Brown .A.
1/19/23
Getting through endeavors
Doing better
More focus on what is important instead of only pursuing pleasure
Even though ladies never give me the time of day
Like animals, I'm a stray
Just could not find my way
Deep down quite okay
I tell the truth, so it won't always be nice things I say
So much wrong in the world, no person should have been treated like a slave
Still today too many lives at stake
Jeopardizing people acting nice then snake
Regardless if they're asleep or wide awake
It's continuous occurring on since before the iron age
Is there any way to make the cycle change?
I have tried
24/7 at times
Took one step then hit landmines
Followed by a swarm of sand flies
I thought my heart had died
Because I flatlined
Now I just want love no bad vibes
It's what I always wanted, but I know that it's about damn time
If you let it too much toxic stuff can slide
I apologize if my mind is a bit hazy
Life get's crazy
I'm starting to like this lady
She thinks I'm similar to Slim Shady
Of our origin we still can't find a trace
Wake up we don't truly know if we evolved from primates
All these swines and fakes
These schmucks keep secrets and humans in a confined space
Had nothing to lose, then it turned high stakes
For too long was not in a nice place
Now got a better mind state
I still overdrink, and don't always hydrate
Like wild animals, I need to migrate
Much to achieve, so why wait?
Worldwide not just across five states
All this senseless violence and blind hate
I have improved
Back in the groove
Not the same old outlook and attitude
Working on making less bad moves
Despite being a lonely sad dude
I know that there is so much that I can do
And that that's true
A lot of bad luck
Instead of not giving a damn
In order to get through all the sad stuff
I had to become smarter work harder and man up
Making a splish splash
During the daylight or when it was pitch black
Often I'd give back
Having a profound impact
Occasionally I'll pop a tic-tac
Fiddle with knick-knacks
While at times in life it can get whack
Occasionally coming with whiplash
These clowns sweeter than a Kit-Kat
In a world full of endless chit-chat
Always over this and that
Despite speaking on it like it's a fact
Oh, Mother, what from you did I inherit?
I’m not so slim. I’m dark-haired with eyes green-blue.
You’re red-haired and slender; hazel are your eyes.
There’s little of myself I see in you.
You swear you know the only true religion.
No confidence have I though in your church.
But I know God exists because of you,
and so for faith I have no need to search.
Dear Mother, you are day and I am night.
Your likes and thoughts are rarely like my own.
But we are both quite quirky and obsessed,
so parts of us from some same seeds were sown.
You get down on your knees to scrub the floors,
for cleanliness is godliness you say.
My life is filled with work done by my brain.
With time left over, I just like to play!
Dear Mom, you sacrificed so very much
while I went sauntering where I was led
by chance! You love me, and that means a lot,
yet you cannot fathom what’s in my head.
I thank you, Mother, for the gift of life
and my self-confidence, which you inspired
by telling me how special that I was.
My love of life from you, Mom, I acquired.
Though we are different in many ways,
we’ve met our trials, taking them in stride.
In my achievements always you’ve rejoiced.
In your successes too I take great pride!
So on this Mother’s Day, I give my love,
and flowers I’ll send too as I always do.
You’re still so healthy in your 90’s while
your eldest struggles far away from you.
/Locks and Clocks
We change locks
like we change clocks,
as flippantly as daylight dims,
as easily as days grow slim;
we try to bolt the sunlight out
with combinations masked in doubt
to shorter hours, as if we could
feel like the conqueror who would
shut out those close and dear to us
who used to be the ones we trust.
Clocks and locks are both the same
as tokens in some wordless game
to keep out fear and trusted waifs;
our meager souls no longer safe;
the locks have failed and so the trust
is gone and turned to flaking rust;
the moths have eaten through
those things we hoped to keep brand new;
again our dark night will descend
and we will once again offend.
Like locks and clocks we change our friends
(if ever we could make amends
for things we did with ignorance in place)
and do not receive the coveted embrace
from absent friends who come and go
as night to day diminishes its glow;
where hope runs true within,
returns to come around again
to lengthening days where suns shine bright,
and will dismiss the darkness of our night.
Colepatra kissed and shrunk me down to microscopic size
please believe this phenomena cuz these lips refrain from lies
metamorphosis transformed mine human manly guise
while strolling one spring day me vision turned to compound eyes
unfettered vesicles uttered pleasant shrieks and cries
Chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
tossed out the fashion boutique on a cushion squarely led
this lady in red
with her snug outfit against her slim body did wed
pizzazz and personality that bred
this well healed nanny with high street cred
made sure charges looked spiffy and well fed
chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
atop shoulders bounced a well coiffed and adorable head
drawing followers wherever she led
and listened to her sexy voice no matter what she said
chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed for whose well being she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion of happiness every where!
Her legs, they’re long, they’re slim, they proudly stride,
Owning the dark of the street,
And they both have pure, lines of hot,
Exuding a sensual heat,
They’re my poison, my drug, my toxic desire,
That I think of every day,
Devouring every thought of reasonableness,
In a crazed little thoughtful ballet,
I love her legs, the soft and smooth,
I love the fall from her thigh to the ground,
I love every beautiful curve her legs have,
They’ve got me completely spell bound,
I love her legs, both beautiful legs,
They’ve switched a love switch in my head,
Her legs are all I can think of each day,
Till I’m in heaven, beside them, in bed.
Hmm, yum— I come,
as a fan and chum of cheese,
I love almost all the types,
but if you're of those who don't choose cheese,
you might find this poem quite cheesy.
As for me, cheeseburger or yummy cheesecake
I can never be cheesed off by any cheese.
This poem, therefore, is for cheese sake.
Serve me the cheesiest pizza, if you please.
Ah, I'm so very fond of cheesy macaroni.
Even greens become appetizing with pecorino.
I couldn't resist a cheesy pizza with pepperoni.
I'd love to taste a Spanish zamorano.
Cook that spaghetti, or that bolognese.
Top it with red cheddar or mozzarella.
All that's far tastier with layers of cheese.
Cheese ain't merely for the mice of Cinderella.
And in my sandwich, stuff that provolone or ricotta,
for I've already tasted jibneh arabieh.
Under the crescent moon, on the menu be crescenza,
or even a candle-lit dinner for two— and a dish of brie!
Lasagne with colby or Asiago—
Melting Greensward or gooey Gruyere.
A cheesy casserole with manchego,
And Roquefort's tasty, I will swear.
Be it cottage cheese or friesian,
Greek feta cheese or french fromagefrais,
You can bet I'd enjoy a Parmesan—
anytime, anywhere, anyday!
A dollop of dunlop may not be so bad for a diet,
but cheese is a major culprit behind chubby cheeks.
The wish to forever stay slim and light,
has to compete against the desire for camembert with leeks.
Next on my menu, the popular cream cheese,
and I did not forget Indian paneer cheese curry.
Oh, try some Swiss chard, with Swiss cheese,
And you won't forget that taste in a hurry.
Say cheese, smile, and say cheese for the cam even, saying, "wow, now."
Taste a slab of halloumi or gouda, and thank God for the cow.
At the start of the year it became very clear
That my corpulent body should get into gear.
So determined to slim, I join up at the gym
Where I tone abs and thighs then head off for a swim.
I have taken to hiking and steep mountain biking
My chic new physique is impressively striking.
No more apple pie, fish and chips or white bread:
Delicious, nutritious green spinach instead.
So why the glum face and the lack of elation?
This poem was fun but complete fabrication.
All lies, porky pies, using lyrics which chime.
New Year resolutions are harder than rhyme!
21/01/19
'Rhyme Battle Xii Poetry Contest' : sponsored by : Juli- Michelle
Rhyme Battle Xii Poetry Contest
I got six endearments in life as far as I could recall
From my pre-school to a working staff of a school
My uncles and aunts called me Darling in Kinder
An apple of their eyes especially to my father
My father gave me a small gold ring engraved, Darling
I won family’s attention by declamation, dancing or singing
When I was in grade school I was very sickly
Despite frailness and vulnerability, I was still happy
For speed recoveries my mom called me, Sunshine
For I was born at sunrise, then finally I felt fine
In high school, I was slim but still looking cute
Some cousins called me Thumbelina - still soothe
Cousin-boys carried all my stuffs while holding my hand
“Let’s go Thumbel!”-caring gestures made me feel grand
When I’ve grown older and found someone
He called me, Sweetheart or Love -- so sweet and fun
I turned into a busy beaver losing time with my love
He surprised me with “Muffin”, so I quitted the job
April 24, 2022 8.36am
He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease
A daring young man on the flying Trapeze
His movements were graceful, all girls he could please
And my love he purloined away
The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze by George Leybourne
THREE RING CIRCUS
The clown wouldn’t smile, not for a million dollars or a cent.
Those lips, though painted on, were stuck like cement.
Lips curved down to his chin, someone’s jealous of him.
The upstart performer used permanent marker, broad not slim.
Then the perpetrator named both the clown’s cheeks.
And the tears that ran down were not eye socket leaks.
“This is not funny!” he said as his horn bellowed a laugh.
“Stop clowning around behind my back! I’ll write your epitaph…”
The trapeze artist yelled down below, “You’ll have to catch
Me first!” “Why you…” yelled the clown. The net, he’d snatch
And the ladder too, then he’d shake the snake out of his tree.
Poor clown, the magician had it in for him too. You see
She had a trick up her sleeve. She had constructed a plan
To move the frown up the pole and let down her man.
She let down her man so hard, he left a hole in her heart.
Now she’s clowning around with her new trapeze counterpart.
11/30/2021