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Cerulean sky in the quiet jungle was shook up by the unexpected tremor of a white and red bimotor plane. Larry, a tall, olive skin, green eyes, was the handsome pilot of the plane called Lara. Mechanical problems obligated Larry to an emergency landing.
In the crystalline river was a lady called Lara. She was camping for two days in the inhospitable surroundings. A heart break made her to take a time out from her hectic work schedule as general surgeon. Footsteps were heard in the dry leaves. Lara looked behind her, to see the impressing presence of Larry. She thought she was going to faint.
Larry felt a skip in her heart when he saw Lara. She was very identical to his deceased beloved. Without uttering a word, they felt love at first sight. Larry asked to Lara her name. They introduced themselves. Lara was packing to return to her home. Larry told Lara about the plane incident. She offered Larry to take him to his home. By coincidences of life, they live in the same urbanization. Before stepping out of the car, Larry gave to Lara a business card with his phone number. He was the CEO of an important tobacco exporting company. One week later, Lara took her cell phone and called Larry.
He invited her to a dinner to an elegant restaurant of the city. While they were dining, Larry told to Lara that he wants to know more about her. After concluding the dinner, they agreed to continue communicating by phone, letting that time decide their romantic future. Two years passed, when Larry invited Lara to dinner waiting a surprise to Lara. An engagement ring was inside of the rose bouquet. Larry asked Lara if she would marry him. Lara accepted the proposal. Wedding planification started. Fue most expected day for Larry and Lara arrived.
Larry was wearing a black tuxedo. The ivory bridal gown of Lara was stunning. Cala flowers and pink roses were part of the church decoration. Lara walked the aisle when Larry was waiting for her. After the religious ceremony, they were declared husband and wife. They left the church in a white limousine to the reception in a five star hotel. Blissful days were part of their married life until death separate them, ending a romance that began in a jungle.
The End
Just like football I am trying to reach the goal
Zigzagging down the field of life to keep from getting bowled
It is first down in the morning as that whistle rocks my head
Just a little button hook to get me out of bed
I am tackled within three steps as my son bursts through the door
His sister went long with his mobile phone to even up the score
I coach them how to play together, not to scream and shout
Both are yanked from the game for a personal time out
At ten AM in the second quarter I think I am gaining ground
The dog intercepts a pass by the cat to turn the game around
Racing out the patio door that dog and cat did mesh
It cost the dog a bout in his cage for unnecessary roughness
Halftime brings the team together to analyze performance
After lunch we play again to make good a second chance
The clock winds down with end zone in sight, dinner takes a tumble
An audible I had to call because the cake I fumbled
And finally in quarter four, the game down to the wire
A revelation that no one else could manage this empire
Though touchdowns are sweet in life, one thing I came to know
Sometimes to win the game at hand you only need a field goal
My old Gran, met an ice cream man
Who welcomed her into the clan
Of superhero ice cream men
Who fend off villains now and then
He gave her top crime fighting tips
And lots of special chocolate chips
They’ll pump your muscles, fix your hips
If two or three should pass your lips
We’ve also got a gadget man
Looking at your ice cream van
He’ll supercharge the things he can
And then we’ll call you Turbo Gran
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One week later, first time out
Turbo went out on the scout
When two muggers robbed a man
Turbo Gran pulled up the van
She grabbed some chocolate chips to eat
These would make her hard to beat
She hurled some ice cream down the street
And underneath the mugger’s feet
Their every step did slip and slide
They reached a barn and hid inside
The barn was stacked up high with logs
But P.C. Hoggs had brought the dogs
‘Hey, Turbo Gran, you gotta laugh,
those muggers left an ice cream path.’
The dogs sniffed where ice cream was slicked
And pretty soon those thieves were licked
So now they call her Turbo Gran
It’s written on her ice cream van
With ‘Speedy’ written on each door
Just listen to it’s engine roar
So watch her go, my crazy gran
My grandma with a souped up van
To call her ‘Turbo’, please feel free
But she’s still ‘Ice Cream Gran’ to me
Why do some people commit suicide?
When is enough enough
What makes them decide
To finish living
Before the end of their ride
Why do they want to come to an abrupt end
Nobody knows what's around the bend
Perhaps they are under too much stress
Have feelings of uselessness
That makes them depressed
Despair engulfs
They feel out of breath
The only way out for their peace of mind
To these people is death
At our Grandson's school
A girl took her own life
She had a close family
And an excellent IQ
What was the reason
I haven't a clue
Maybe excess when everything's too much
Overload of everything
Looking around for a crutch
Something to lean on
If only for a spell
Pause, take time out
And hopefully, all will be well
People who are high achievers
Need to rest their brain
Cramming too much information
Can explode causing pain
Pain causes stress in everyone
Not just the elite
Nobody's life journey
Is perfect and complete
It is tragic when one so young feels lost
To give everything away
Without counting the cost
Not to just themselves but
Everyone that knew and loved her
With all their heart
Their despair and sadness
Now tearing them apart
Like everyone living
I don't know what this means
Is the explanation
Something in our genes
Since time out of mind, out of thought,
a molecule of mankind (like I)
is held hostage by the garrote
of just being, and wonders why
the universe has it overwrought,
but too woebegone to ramify.
As my fragile frame and presence
of mind contract and then explode,
aspects of self lose existence
(like schizophrenic à la mode):
and therefore no longer make sense,
whilst suffering a manic episode.
Because of my mad disorder,
these lines reflect a troubled rhyme
(and an unbalanced word order);
still, so long as I feel sublime,
there won't be need (by court order)
for me to do more Bedlam time.
The lacquer, the tease, the crimp, of the hair
as we go out in style, mesh tops with flair
the motley choices of fashion pronounced
by the neon signs on our t-shirts no doubt.
Bobby socks and crop tops, spangled and bright,
all bangles and pearls to represent a Mardi Gras night.
The girls they did flock to the taverns in pairs,
to listen to the synthesised tunes that filled the air.
The boys, tight jeaned, and permed like a rock stars,
would enter in packs as though they were the masters,
sauntering through the ladies of lace,
one gloved with the charisma, yet held no grace.
The eighties were deemed a time out of place,
where anything goes, a retro space.
Defined by the music, the look now seems displaced,
yet there was fun and freedom when the eighties took place.
25/10/2018
Air-ball, foul, listen to the referee
No free throw from the key
Sit in this corner for time out
Check by your names and throw a pout
Hopscotch, Tik Tok
Social media around the clock
For freedom of press
For freedom to express
but there is a distress
And we both are in need
Yell and shout for liberty
But here currently
The support is for the company
From bailouts to sell outs
So “shut up and dribble”
Give me something to nibble
Like on gold or money
The pooh bear honey
Intake, half baked
From the land of quake
-“Injustice Anywhere
Is A Threat To Justice Everywhere” -MLK
But Lebron don’t care
Hurry up before it is gone
Where do I belong
The pendulum swings
Walk this line
Pass the breath
The test of time
The honey pot
There the spot
Spring of Beijing
Wall street likes
As profits hikes
With a little luck
Won’t get stuck
So where do I belong?
There could be a storm
All is torn
Do you see the vision?
What team are you on?
Make an active decision
A voice
A choice?
But wallets need to get fatter
Once 70 million lives matter
How? Moa
Ban or switch
Twitter or twitch
Live stream
Where is the dream team?
What side am I on?
The east meets the west
Trapped in a nest
Treated as a pest
From a queen
In this game of chess
Gone to a pawn
The regime is wrong
Can I get in a word?
Freedom for Hong Kong
We need a superman
Or do we just need to be an NBA fan
Or rather stick our heads into the sand
Do we declare war on plastic straws?
Yet it is getting to hard to breath
Too much traffic in the yellow sea
Support Hong Kong democracy
And Taiwan too.
And and and.... all of china becoming democracy
Form:
Timidity ran all over me,
I got frightened for the day
Corpers march out of the camp
Bidding service to their homeland bye
A compulsory year for “ajuwaya”.
Of waste to many
Of hilarious time out to some
Of acculturation to others
Of enslavement in a glorified den.
With the inscription NYSC on white top
Brownish khaki below
Para-force orange boot to march
Ajuwaya’s hope dashed after 365 days
Dream killed for future seeds
Aspirations in korper’s khaki cut off
As they are unleashed to joblessness
Scattered into hopelessness of labour market
Here comes the “korpersion”
In search of future in confusion
Outside the very den after gyration
In a kingdom with no future.
Alayande Stephen. T
2.55pm
17th August 2006
Ajuwaya- a term used for fresh undergraduate who are
Undergoing one year compulsory service to their father land.
Still on my way, but back to IPC from Apagbon in Lagos on
The behest of IPC Chairman, Lanre Arogundade.
Significantly, it was the pass out day for corpers as they don
the streets in their Khakis.
Airports are often the starting place for the holiday
Boredom sets in waiting for the journey to begin
Can’t wait to get in the air and get away for a while
Down the runway and we finally take to the sky
Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when we land safely!
Finally we arrive at the resort and the holiday begins
Get to the hotel room - flop down on the bed exhausted!
Hotel needs exploring and we head to the pool
I start to get comfy on the sunlounger and relax
Just minutes later the kids start arguing – grrrrr
Keep a smile on my face and quieten them down
Looks like its time to go and get a cooling ice cream
Moaning ceases and harmony is restored once more
Next morning we enjoy a leisurely hotel breakfast
Oh how wonderful no cooking for a week!
Pack up our buckets and spades and head to the beach
Quiet it is not …we are packed on the sand like sardines
Really enjoy making massive sandcastles with the kids
Sun tanning bodies lie in rows – some people look like lobsters!
Time for a break and escape the heat of the mid day sun
Until it is cooler we head indoors to the kid’s club
Vacations or holidays we should take time out and enjoy
Week away in the sun with the family is a special time
Xxenodocheionology is the love of hotels – how appropriate!
Yikes! The mountain of holiday washing in our suitcases
Zephyr winds will guide our plane back home
Contest:- Abecdarian –sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
07~09~15
This is what some will say
You’ve crossed the line. Time out
You’re rejected from the game
You’re not coming back. So go hit the showers
Once cherished, baptized, and sublime
Asinine. Never enough iodine. Guilty
Now crowned in your sins
Stoned concubine. The shamed bovine
I built a castle by the sea
With towers tall and proud as me
The moat was deep, the gate was wide
And seashell flags stood side by side
But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone, returned to sand
You’re sweaty. You're filthy
You crossed the line. Go hit the showers
Submerged from the weight of the world
Drunk on the blood of the wine
End of the game. It's not even halftime
The filthy crime. The shamed headline
Once cherished, There's no room available
The game is over. You’re out. You've crossed the line
I built a castle by the sea
With towers tall and proud as me
The moat was deep, the gate was wide
And seashell flags stood side by side
But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone, returned to sand
Not worth a dime. Stole from the altar's wine
Combine, the fowl and swine wine and dine
Frankenstein shrine. You're out. Go resign
You’ve crossed the line. You’ve crossed the line
This is what some will say
I built a castle by the sea
With towers tall and proud as me
The moat was deep, the gate was wide
And seashell flags stood side by side
But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone, returned to sand
Yet still I smiled, and made a vow
I’ll build another, better now
For dreams, like castles by the sea
May fall but rise again with me
But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone
returned to sand
Yet still I smiled, and made a vow
I’ll build another, better now
For dreams, like castles by the sea
They crumbles now, but wait and see
I'll build again more faithfully
Oooooohhhhooooohh
I'll build again more faithfully