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The world is an egg waiting to be broken
Nothing bad should worth of a humble tears
Not even the pangs of loneliness as icy ball
Nor the fangs of self-pity as winter bears-
The tyrant was ask when he will end his torture
He told us that it is when the snake stand tall.
A dialogue of the drum we heard faraway,
It sounded not in the season of our songs,
With our head sleeping at five and twenty
and killing without a sword in a chicken story.
In the month of the falling leaves, they promised,
The pillar is fallen and the stars sob thirstily
But we see not one of their promises fulfilled.
To a passing year, we cradle in a cradling hands,
A disappointing voices welcome us home.
Who knows the rhythm of the season of a
Traditional conversationalist in Nkporoland?
Whose throat is honey to the ear like politicians?
Who savours the aroma of flavour of words if not those whose tongue are coated with sugar?
The day has woken from the night of sleep
And we've not seen our entitlement of the land!
Some even wear courage like a shield to fight
But their hands broken at the beginning.
He who has not seen the sea roars in the dark,
Let him go to sleep without his eyes closed.
When we shall start singing of lost and faults
Nigeria shall be our chorus to render to the world.
We've seen pain! We've seen pain and pains
Know us by the name given to us by our mothers.
You singer of royal songs, forget not we're brothers!
We will not only give legs to our coiling words,
we will also give them power to kill and destroy,
You have ended up poking your crooked finger
Into the hive of our mouth and we shall forget
Our words in your ears to tell you that your
Father never know how to uproot yam till he died.
We shall soon cook for you the food you can't finish.
Remember, we once shared the meatless meal here,
We passed from palm to palm our ego and dreams,
Why treat us thou after you climb the chair?
The sun has disappeared behind the tree of another
Year, yet, we've not seen the dust of your shirt!
You singer of royal songs, forget not we are brothers!
Remember, we once shared the meatless meal here.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
The quest for eternity (Jeff Bezos)
He awoke under the bed; it had been his birthday
and had drunk champagne and eaten Danish pastry
He stretched, feeling stiff, walked to the kitchen, opened
the fridge took out cheese, tomatoes, butter and
A bottle of beer, which thirstily drank.
The cleaning lady had been everything was in order
but wondered where guests had gone and when they left
The house was quiet, not a sound from the street
looking out, he saw cars stopped, some with open doors
like they had been abandoned in haste, must be something
important going on, he thought, walked into the bathroom
had a shower and shaved.
In a bakery/café, he had a sandwich and coffee, which he had
to make himself since no one was around
It dawned on him people had left for a reason unknown
and everything, cars, cigarettes and beer, was free and only
For him to enjoy.
A Rolls Royce that had belonged to the mayor stood in the street
as he had never driven an expensive car before he started
The car, what smooth ride, he thought, but where are the people?
At the plaza, he saw a dog that looked like the one he had
many years ago, called the cur’s name, but it growled at him
and ran away, frightened of him.
At an expensive restaurant walked into the kitchen, made
a good meal, and drank fine wine without worrying about paying.
The dog came in, to all friendly now understanding it had
to stick with this person to be fed.
Months went by, he had everything, but he had nothing there
no change, days were the same, he lost interest
in himself stopped shaving and bathing and wore the same pants
and shirt every day as time was endless no point doing anything
Life had lost its meaning; he had to take the matter into his own hands
took the lift up to the top of the building and jumped, but he descended
slowly and softly landed, he broke down and sobbed
He was doomed to live forever as a punishment for his wishes to
Be a master of life and death.
Back under the bed, he went to sleep an eternity away, but the dog
stood outside the bedroom crying, who is to feed it now?
This is the tale of Whistling Jim and how he met his maiden fair.
By the shores of Richmond's river, by the shelves of sparkling water
In the shining super market, Meg Macauleey, Nimble Fingers
Nimbly checking out while dreaming, checking out the goods at Tesco
Drifting with the tide at Tesco, drifting through her day in wonder.
Young and strong is Jim the postman as he lugs the heavy post bags
As he lugs the bright red trolley as he rides his bright red bike.
Up the hillside rides our hero , even though his back is hurting.
Even though his arms are aching, even though he's feeling thirsty
Conscientious is our hero, for the post, it must get through
Outside the pub, there sits a maiden, Meg Macauley is her name
She's just taking a quick lunch break, in her hand's a pint of beer.
Jim is passing, feeling thirsty and he casts a look of longing
Such a searching look of longing at Megs languid fingers curling
Round the foaming glass of beer Meg Macauley, Languid Fingers
Toying with her glass of beer. Oh that foaming glass of bitter
If only he could taste that bitter. but Jim can only stand and stare.
Then Meg shyly gestures to him raising up the glass of bitter
"Fancy some then do you Postie?" Jim just can't believe his luck
Thirstily he drinks the bitter, thirstily he looks at Meg now
She is watching him still drinking, drinking deeply of the beer
"I had better get more bitter" Jim says to the maiden fair.
So he gets them both another and they both sip at them slowly
Smoothly both their glasses empty as their hearts fill up with love.
.
"Do you fancy going dancing?' boldly Jim ventures to say
"Are you asking?" Meg now blushes, then she quickly looks away
"I am asking" "Then I'm coming" and so their fate is sealed forever.
Jim has found his dancing partner, Always Dreaming, checkout girl
For their story's just beginning so we will leave our lovers here.
Out side the pub, up on the hillside sipping pints of foaming beer.
with humble apologies to Longfellow
Pardon my condor sensitivity,
but can I be
dead serious candid with you
Everybody look down on me,
and talk mean about me
But, in the future, they’re gonna need me
even nuclear more
I’m nature’s finest,
best garbage collector
My critter pals,
when they get their fill of wilderness lost you
They say to me: pick up the trash, will you please,
when we’re through
So I do what I do best ...
I pick the bones clean, rotting flesh and all
I devour the things other animals
don’t got the stomach for
Circling up above,
my telescopic olfactory senses
are searching downwind
I see some fool lost drug mules
thirstily water struggling in the wilderness
They’re slowly dying ... disoriented
since wandering out of the way
Now unbeknownst to them,
the desert will be their last score grave
Once they’re dead and baked,
I’m gon have me a good cadaver brownie cake
Those stashed hash mules done football kicked me good,
‘cause I’m flying high ... higher than before
Man, what an extra-point desert score!
After that sickly sweet rancid taste of victory,
I hear my coyote friends give a howl alert:
pick-up on
Death Valley off road tourist route,
cavern aisle four
But it’s too early for a lunch break,
way too rigor mortis early for me to be eating fresh meat
That poor adventurous soul was compass challenged,
and got sextant separated from the tour group
And he just pauper purchased an early expiration date,
but some things I just can’t bring myself to eat —
I hate fresh meat!
As for now, I’m waiting patiently,
perched on a craggy, desert mountain outcrop
Waiting hungrily ...
for that Big Mushroom feast in the sky
Until that special day arrive,
it’s the same ol’ mundane work routine
Garbage carcase collecting is a thankless job,
but somebody gotta do it ... ain’t that right?
Excuse me, Ms. Mountain Lioness,
can you hand me a rib cage toothpick
from that dead prairie dog
Just give me a cleanup call
when you’re through with the rest of it
Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed, and it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
Everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept, and everything was in order
When did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear
Being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window, he saw many cars, and they had
No drivers and some had open doors as if abandoned in haste,
But what had happened?
In a bakery/café, he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes,
He made it himself since the lady who owned it
The café was not there.
It dawned on him that he was alone in the world, everything
He didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone,
Except for the cur outside that ran away and barked when seeing him
He tried the Rolls-Royce that belonged to the mayor
Yes, the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post,
But never mind, there were other cars around
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined,
He made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries
drunk on the most expensive red wine possible.
The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window,
wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it
Months went by, and the window, his life, was getting a bit onerous,
just him and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding.
He stopped shaving, showering, and wearing the same pants
Since the day was endless anyway, why bother with personal hygiene
When there was no pressure to conform
Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor of
a tall building to end it all.
No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely
as the dog was the only witness to his sadness
Doomed to live forever, he lay down under the bed
But before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again
Someone had to feed the dog.
Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept and everything was in order; when did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear, being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window he saw many cars, they had
no drivers and some had open doors as abandoned in haste, but what had happened?
In a bakery/cafe he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes, he made it himself since the lady who owned
the cafe was not there.
It dawned on him he was alone in the world, everything
was his he didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone, except for the cur outside who ran away and barked when seeing him
He tried the Rolls Royce that belonged to the mayor, yes
the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post, but never mind there were other cars around
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined, he made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries
drunk with the most expensive red wine possible.
The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window, wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it
Months went by, life was getting a bit onerous, just him
and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding.
He stopped shaving and shower and wore the same pants
since the day was endless anyway why bother with personal hygiene when there was no pressure to conform
Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor flat of
a tall building to end it all.
No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely as the dog was the only witness to his sadness
Doomed to live forever, he laid down under the bed
but before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again someone had to feed the dog.
What is the taste of happiness, ask the trees rooted in tale,
And the wind brings on southern wings answers hidden in crests.
Is it sweet, like golden apples from immortal orchards,
Or bitter, like the wine from cups of kings long gone?
Its color lies hidden in the palette of shy dawns,
Or perhaps it hides in the venom of fiery, impassioned nights.
Does it shine, golden, in fragments of azure dreams,
Or is a soothing blue, reflected in the lake without its match?
A fascinating weave, on the loom of the fleeting moment,
Happiness paints itself in unsettled hues, ever-changing.
Like the dew on the soul of a flower opening at dawn,
Or the tearing pain of a leaf lost in the autumn wind?
Like the whispers of the forest, which knows the world's ancient secrets,
It speaks in the language of falling stars and moonless nights.
Happiness charges the air with the magic of an earthly echo—
A song of simplicity, rising and getting lost among the clouds.
Beyond our sphere, jade rivers murmur, bathing dozens of worlds,
Happiness flows, leaving its imprint in the heart of every speck of stardust.
We must drink it thirstily, as an elixir of eternity,
Just as leaves absorb their fate alongside the sunlight.
The taste of happiness, a corolla blooming at the end of consecrated roads,
Sprouts from depths, seeking light, shyly unfolds.
Its color is a mosaic stretched across the sky, from sunsets to dawns.
A silvery droplet in the ocean of blue—a dance of freedom.
In every story born from the hand of a dreamer,
Happiness vibrates in unison with the heart of the world, on a celestial harp.
We only understand it when silence wraps us in its heavenly cloak,
And in the sacred quiet, the taste and color of happiness are revealed.
Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed and sneezed as it was dusty
it had been my birthday, drinking champagne
eating Danish pastry and smoking Havana cigars
walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took
out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering
why everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept,
everything was
in order, when did the guests leave or had he partied
with his teddy bear, feeling lonely since the dog died
Looking out of the window, he saw many cars but
no drivers, and some of the car doors were open
what had happened
At a café, he had a sandwich he made himself
since the lady owner was not there
It dawned on him he was alone in the world
everything he saw belonged to him, no one to share
his riches, except for a cur that ran away and barked
seeing him
He tried the Rolls Royce that had belonged to the
mayor, the ride was smooth, distracted he hit
a lamppost and laughed, they were many other cars
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined
he made a hamburger with hot fries, drank fine wine
The dog that had growled at him looked at him
through the window, wagging its tail, it understood
he was the only one left to feed it
Months followed month, life was getting onerous
the dog was getting fat, stopped shaving and did not shower
used the same pants every day, why personal hygiene
when there was no pressure to conform
Depressed, he jumped from the top floor of a hotel
to end this tiresome life.
No such luck! He descended slowly, broke down
cried without shame as the dog was the only witness
Doomed to live forever, he went back to sleep under
the bed, but before falling sleep, he remembered
he had to get up and feed the dog
Tropical quadra plateau, Amazing bright sunny,
Glided waterfall Carrying happiness in their gunny.
Long nodding flower's joyously plumed,
Everbody waving happily, the herald bloomed.
Eureka, I love this heaven on earth!
Hazy perished hills, houses trenching at the outskirts,
Swaning over to the fluctuating peak of mountains, roosted with struts.
Orchid waftured, Clinging on to the cluster of flowers,
Precipitated rain was about to shower.
Gosh, it Stimulated my soul!
King of beast, sucking the sweet tempting fragranced juices,
Solitary alienate species including Honey bees mused badly abuses.
Fluttered wings, Struggling with them, Leisurely travelling my journey.
Fitnessed physically as if I am in an defensing army.
Situation turned to be horribly muddle,
Tremendously, I wanted to sort and excitedly cuddle!
Proud to have an Airfoiled wings of mine,
Antennate feature you prissily shine.
Rainbowis passion lying inside me,
Resourcefully mingled with music and dance, happening besides me.
Whoa,People got entranced!
People jeopardize the innate beauty,
Relishingly wanna do my duty.
Actuating my arms, Ventured to fly high.
Intended inspiration wanted to reach the sky.
Weaving the web spiderman thirstily trying me to catch.
Escaping from them I ran, prevented myself from getting snatched.
Ohhh,They had a Hostile faction accord!
Nature's beauty aspiringly propelled me.
Blowing wind, tactily sensisizing my skin,
Blushing cheeks, spilled the bean.
Nocturnal creatures will wake in the dark,
Aerophilically dangling around the shruby bed,before they bark
Stopping by sayonara, continuing my next stigmatic destiny!
By Madhavi
The boundingly large Dwarf shook his head, disapprovingly,"
discussing payment afterward is
not the Dwarven way"-he winced
his annoyed -- half displeasure liberally and spat,
while stroking his sword sized dagger.
Massaging into it; his family crest emblem
with a frightening amount of overzealousness.
The half-naked Elf-girl looked at him as if
she had just found a long lost playmate.
Her light colored brow thinly arched in a double
stamp of-agreement for her trouble.
(So much as things were, weeeak-ass lame)"
best to get your sh:)t upfront,
in case our sponsors die prematurely.
Like a bunch of Nanceycats", she added,
as she stroked playfully,
her own dagger,
blood thirstily answering the appeased Dwarf.
But with a much greater eros-accuracy,
nay, prowess.
The Bard was pontificatingly-stoned, big surprise,
so he replied to them both in theatrical fashion.
" Today I watched a Raven purposely fly to
a rooftop and land on its edge,
not the top or the middle! The f:) ing edge!
just so it could hop hop hop to the top!
I regret not walking around to see if
the smartass did the same going down
the other side, even though she has wing!
.What I'm trying to say my friends is,
I don't know!
But, let's go kick some Xantroxian ass
and take payment according to what we deserve."
Which is all of it!
The Elf genuflected, as if to oblige-
his insanity and raise him one,
boobs bouncing clumsily as she returned back up."
Let's get our nut on this one, she half begged,
with another arched brow of gleaming-wet-
imp-propriety....."Then I'm gonna bust one, the board...