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Parochial Propensities Promote Personal Pet Peeve

Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history, 

viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/

post pubescent and adult affectlessness
propensity poisons primary predilection
pummeling poking pillorying
perpetual purgatory with aggressiveness.

Now translated into bumpy
layman's/woman's terms, aye
communicate, albeit stylishly campy
adhering, colluding, and choppily try
trending without trademark obfuscation,
nonetheless, a feeble
attempt might still defy,

an honest to dog ambition to express
how blooming in the dales less
sons glee aware, how lovers press
lips close together, when yours truly
shuttered himself in bedroom
of boyhood home to cope with stress

thus denying, depriving,
and destroying bone
a fied hankering,
asper this pooch hood doth hone
ache, never to experience puppy love
til pooch later in life,
when he became at present

male version, sans crone
revisiting, reliving, and
reflecting being alone
without ever touching, savoring,
and rubbing smooth cheekbone
of a lass - see, this thy reason
Matthew Scott doth bemoan

observing young bucks,
who liberate kickstarter jangling hormone
he oozes with envy those whippersnappers
gathering rosebuds while they may intone

enjoyment, qua the vitality, virility, and victory
before youth fleetingly passes versus millstone
weighing heavier with each passing year
before the grim reaper doth phone!


Unspoken Tragedy

In upstate N.Y., off lake Ontario.
Haunting my dreams, this memory.
Here's the scenario

A cold mild breeze blows
on this Saturday in mid October.
Nine friends decide on the town carnival
Drunk, high, far from sober.
Every town had a carnival
in the October month.
We'd try for every one of them,
young men out on the hunt.
Moderate sized carnivals
containing the different towns,
all types of people came.
You had your jocks, thugs, and me..
The class clown...

All nine friends stylishly dressed
for the upcoming fun.
We pile into a Monte' Carlo,
passing the bottle of Bacardi rum.
We drive down Cetenary road
on the southeast side of town.
Our driver gains reckless speeds,
not thinking of our safety.
He comes to a screeching halt
at the intersection of Cetenary and Lake
He seemed to be excited 
about the right turn he was about to make

Hard he presses the gas pedal,
the tires begin to spin
The rear starts radically fishtailing
the nightmare now begins. 
First storming to the right
a voice screams out 
"OH S#%T"
He jerks the wheel, now left.
We're now heading for a ditch.
At that moment all went black,
screams turned into whispers.
When my consciousness regained
what I saw sent spinal shivers.
Broken, blood stained glass,
seven bodies laying limp.
Skull fragments on the steering wheel,
I couldn't come to grip.

Nine friends set out intoxicated
This late October day
Taken by ambulance for treatment
And an overnight, extended stay


Jared Pickett........:JP]

The Heart's Car

Hearts resume,
Minds forgive, 
No mask;
Tasks unmask.
No entry;
Vigilant sentry.
This apple,
Turns purple;
The teacher:
My preacher,
So awesome, 
An anthem.

This tempting demand,
Succumb my command,
It comes around,
Anytime to astound,
My pleasing soul.
Doubts stylishly stole,
Any moment unannounce,
Spread to renounce,
Hunting feelings pouncing,
Only eyes bouncing...
The least information,
To my abnegation.

Spread out all love,
Whereas, no automatic belove.
Forget the best logic,
Work out on Tajik,
With you, am discerning,
The sake of learning,
We aren't that clever,
With duties darling endeavor.
We need to manage well,
Every damn staggering cell,
Get moods not jump,
Whenever we dare hump.

Some can't eat the moon,
But you have a spoon.
Some can not plait hair,
But your hands are fair.
Some can't make lyrics sing,
Your reinforcing words for tongue,
Make my weary stress flee,
And the clock's tit-tat glee.
Broken hearts in flowing circuits,
Mending the crevices-- our undercuts,
Though far beyond horizons away,
Heart minds not to overstay.

Pleasure is not of you pleasing,
Every inconvenience is our darling tactics.
Each room for problem is your grace,
Let nothing cease the hearty choice.
Form the best habit-- way shared,
Counsels the wise, situations are tempting; 
Counsel the Brilliants, wiseness is different.
Be real, sure, nothing last forever,
By training novice, you energize yourself.
See how far away, standing alone,
Less knowledge got your back, meanwhile
For all anyone lacks, keep pursuing...

Lest,
We
Must
Be
Of
Trust
To
Laugh
The
Best,
Believe
Me!

Premium Member Creative Conformity

I have a lovely daughter, who is a lovely mess,
for every rule you give her, she will have to test.
She’s always just inside the lines or balanced on the top.
She loves to challenge all the rules to see how they will flop.

My favorite of her hurdles was the school uniform,
and she was delighted to best this strict form of norm.
A uniform would be an insult to her fashion sense.
As her mother, I suspected the rules would soon be mince.

She wore exactly what they said: khakis, belt, white top.
You've probably guessed, though thusly dressed she did not stop.

Smiling like an actress in a play,
she wore a striped scarf with red beret.
Her belt was wide and trendy,
her shoes, black boots to knee.

A voguish olive blazer was her “coat.”
Stylishly outfitted 
and with the rules outwitted,
the books she carried seemed a lighter tote...

The "book bag," after all, was a fabulous new purse!
and...
Her creative conformity sent the principal to the nurse.

There is something to be learned here, as I reflect on this bright girl.
Without the rules before them, there’d be no rebels in the world.


11/2/2018
© P.S. Awtry  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Elusive Pursuit Endeavoring To Craft a Great Poem

I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder.

Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream of consciousness abandonment
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy

swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent

exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding

equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid (think lightspeed) went.

Yours truly his own worst critic aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,

nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear
yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies

did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,
who sought (wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear

without sympathy merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.


To Serve Is To Be Served

To serve you took an 
oath;
To lead in patriotism
And to shun nepotism.
To hold in esteem the 
nation
And give back with 
integrity its ration.

Like a leader being 
called 
To regard his people,
And tend to the cripple.

To serve with heart 
and might
Like our forebears 
fought for their identity.
To bring justice to the 
land
And shed not your 
people’s blood on its 
sand.

To serve with all your 
strength,
And stake your life in 
defense of its unity.

Those were the 
allegiance to father land
When our votes was a 
pass to glory
And our voices echoed 
for democracy.

Today our heroes 
mourn in their graves
Honest men languish in 
jail,
While criminals are 
granted bail.

Smokes of corruption 
rises from the chimney 
of pretence.
The rain of political 
looting falls from the 
sky of hate and greed.
The conflagration from 
the furnace of poverty-
Consumes men who are 
not party to dishonesty,
Callousness brings us 
buried in abyss.

Justice hides in the 
wigs of our judges
Like lice on a bushy 
hair-
Only to be shaved by 
the blunt clippers of 
deceit.
No wonder a blind 
folded man holds the 
scale of justice!

Far-called our soldiers 
in the land of death,
Combing the bushes 
and deserts in failing 
health,
Back home our 
politicians loot the 
nation’s wealth,
Subjecting us all to 
economic mess.

Now that we have been 
stylishly raided,
And the national 
honours adorned their 
publicly funded parlours
What is left for the 
masses-
Is the nausea from 
rotten corpses.
Hunger stare us in the 
eye,
Little children yearn to 
die-
Watching their mothers 
beg for crumbs to feed.

To serve is to be 
served,
All their allegiance to 
fatherland 
Hangs on the rafter of 
political sham.
Form: Verse

The Highway of Yesterday

I strolled into his right,
Both day and loud night,
Timid and shy at first but I stayed,
Timidity and shyness quelled...

Simply impressed by the weld, 
I was touched by a heart and meld!
Stirring and serving, like I stylishly stoop
To the disturbing sound of his bubbling whoop.

The quality of this awesome dude,
Lifted up my staid mood 
And seemingly slow me to roast,
I was somehow empowered, as I toast...

Forth and forth the letters in memory,
Of longer and relaxed feelings in poetry.
I guessed, I was filled and quite blessed
And not anymore in doubt but obsessed!
 
There was plenty for everyone;
We had a lot more than fun,
There was no lack and no waste,
I relaxed as I flashback not in haste.

Words danced in my head, 
And for once, I was feeling off bed.
You are what you eat! 
I found the words sweet. 

Strengthened, I am you!
If that is really true,
Definitely, You are me!
What more can we be?

From a very deep well,
We once both rise up to a swell,
I found in the flow joy that won't fade,
Welcome the one that never betrayed.
 
Timeless tight schedule, you'll cook,
Frowning rage, I was never on hook.
Tales of flowers or birds, you'll see,
That with friends, you've been placed above sea!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Heighten Hiatus

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Heighten Hiatus

Noble nascent nurtures nicely,
arrest aspects acme ably,
charming checking cure complacent,
nurtures nicely, noble nascent.

Subtle stages stylishly sort,
choice collection, colorful court,
always adrift accrue ages,
stylishly sort subtle stages.

Weightless willow wanders water,
often ogles overt otter,
eaglet escapes easy expose,
wanders water weightless willows.

Brandishing blue bordering brook,
lingering lulls laboring look,
saunters solely scenery strew,
bordering brook brandishing blue.

2020 July 07
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 4 or 5 line
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 12
Form: Quatrain

Elusive Pursuit Endeavoring To Craft a Great Poem

Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem

I (analogous to a rolling stone)
confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
semblance of reasonable poetic rhyme
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder,
nevertheless share mine writing 
with folks cyberspace out yonder
or aliens occupying
beyond the pale of outer limits
amidst the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
looming near the edge of night
hint of spooky forebodings.

Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream 
of consciousness abandonment,
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy
swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent

exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding
equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid 
(think lightspeed) went.

Yours truly his own worst critic ad aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,
nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear

yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies
did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,

who sought 
(wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear
without sympathy for the devil
merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.
Form: Rhyme

Shinning Like a Million Star

Born into the family of seven
Handed over the last born baton
By the other descendants of the 
Pa Noah  “Mekolani Olajide’s” fame.
Her sojourn in life starts from 
The far down “Sora”,
Sora to “Odo Alafia” 
“Odo Alafia” to the West of “Oraborode”
“Oraborode”  of  “Odojomu”
“Odojomu” of  “Ondo town.”
She shone like a million star in all.

“Ariyayosi” grew up eating the fear
Of the Lord as Breakfast.
Brave and Intelligent “Yemi Mekolani” alias
“Mama Ondo” leaves no stone unturned as
She prepares her self-discipline, hardwork
And cleaningness as Launch.
As charismatic and erudite “Pa Noah Olajide”
“Baistically” prepares “Aribabagbojule” Dinner
Meant to cushion the effect of
Ups and downs of life
All  these in the Biblical Ark of Noah
Of the Pa Noah Olajide;s house.

No wonder the other kinsmen
I mean the six others of the Olajide
Strong Spiritual  Siji 
Innocent Innovative Iyabo
Fearless Fascinating Fisayo
Lanky Lively Lanre
Lenient Lawful Luwale
And of course
Faithful Famous Funmi ,
Gave her all the needed love to 
Make her shone like a million star.

Aunty Rose went through the rigous of
Secretariat knowledge as part of the needed
Catalyst to catapult her to Queen Elizabeth palace
Right into the waiting hands of amiable Martins Babatunde
Martino, a loving and understanding husband
Has all it takes to thank God for giving him
A good wife, indeed a vessel unto honour.

The emergence of Sade Innocent,
Later Sade Ronik, now Manchester University
Was the needed tonic for quest for greener pasture.
The lovely wen-wen sound of a new born baby
That signaled Sade’s entrance was
Not enough to distract her focus.
Similola shone like a million star

Then comes the arrival of Saintly Sagacious Sayo
And ever Stylishly Shy Seye on stage.
For the lead cast role has Scientific Splendid 
Sade at the back of  the stage. 

As a Sister, she is a rare gem
As a Wife, she is rare breed
As a Friend, she is a rare specie
As a Confidant, she is a rare seed
As a Teacher ,she is a rare scroll	
As a  Mother, she is a rare plant.


Alayande Stephen .T
August 10th,2005
7.30am

Packaged for my Aunty’s Birthday in London
Its was one of my earliest poem, hence, the
Colloquial usage in the poem.

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