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Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man.
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.
Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals,
Sagged and perforated lurid frame perfumed for a prey
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades
Lacklustre and noxious mien seduced the prey by lewd bait,
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.
Not knowing where Time begins
and ends...I suppose, we could be
anywhere? And if Eternity is true,
well, what does it matter?
So, let’s say that, for now, I am here
with you, and you with me – and all Time
is in the moment...then we are beginning
and end and eternity together.
You speak of End Times. While my life
is one of beginnings; this morning was
Sunrise...and in the evening will be Star
Rise – and I will love you even more
and not less.
Moonlight is liquid – didn’t you know?
A sable brush feathering from sunset, how
we sort of saturate the canvases of one and
other, transverse, cleansing and freshening
our borderlines. Let us paint love tonight.
Using fingers and Tongues, speaking ours
in a primal way
a child-like language of fond and far purer
gibberish.
Life is full of spar, struggles, and worry
Times when feel we frustrated and derisory -
No way from affray to solace dear ordinary
Comes to rescue our dear cherished library.
A place where authors, poets, philosophers’ ivory;
A locus where the mind meets tranquillity primary;
Here Rowling converses with Sir Philip Sidney in refinery,
A premise where wisdom abounds—not derisory.
Bindu madam, an avid reader, peaceful pituitary,
With smile welcomes experts and students ordinary
To delve and transverse in the world microevolutionary
Reconnoitre novels, poems, essays and news necessary.
Pristine Pradeep sir distributes books multi-disciplinary
So that the children read and lose soul temporary
In the world of pleasant, poised authors legendary;
Focuses on increasing knowledge, idee and vocabulary
Calm, patient, pensive and executing duties binary.
Such a grand library—with lakh-plus books, all necessary;
Urge I to use our SNK library, truly revolutionary;
Read Shakespeare or Kant or Milton – none contrary;
Sit here in silence — no idle talk; no reading secondary.
Magazines, Manga, Aru, Harry, Sachin legendary –
All are available at free-lance here, macroevolutionary;
Utilize your time wisely, flick through the boat airy
To drift into the world of books, in realms so ivory.
The Wuhan experiment concealed,
The cunning crafts devised,
Myriad of ignorant mass their targets,
An agenda unmasked,
Polluted atmosphere
Forged idea of a prepared viceroy.
"Mask up"
"Six feet"
"isolate"
Inauguration of the control game.
People's servants turned tyrants,
Ignorant bunch of scallywags in power,
turned virologist overnight.
Unending speculations.
Copycats as figuheads.
Dictating to dictators.
Europe did these,
America copied ,
Australia on "socialist" precipice.
The knees on the neck in Canada.
Africa the beggerly consumers.
Dull heads and gracious tyrants.
Leading heads of conquered docile whimps.
Bodily autonomy despised.
President and prime ministers,
more catholic than the pope.
A false cure to healthy citizens.
Euphoria,
A poison patented,
Ask Moderna,
Conception and naming ceremonies,
"Alpha,"
"Beta,"
"Gamma,"
"Delta,"
"Omicron"
Greed sighted opportunity,
Protected from litigation,
Unsuspecting mass of guinea pigs,
Wuhan global poison transverse freely.
No sanctions,
No repercussions,
The plotters planned Olympics.
Media mopped contrary views.
Censorship of facist style journalism.
Doctors silenced.
Massive casualties
Pretenders purloining,
Pharmacopia conspired.
Another false sense of security.
Illiterate dictators consented.
The gaulible on a long queue
Welcomed an experimental ampoule.
The quickest ever.
Greek gifts like Cleopatra flowers.
Criminals rushing to the lab,
The history of past failures overlooked.
Humans, bereft of logic.
Jabbing for fear of death.
The division
Vaccinated deodorized
Unvaccinated criminalized and restricted.
"Omicron" the game changer
Defying experiment
Until the demand and sales pitch failed
Billion in dollars their gains
Casualties their pigs
Sorry, You cannot sue
No matter the day, the world keeps turning
So in our tiny place in the universe
It remains our choice, our own little settlement
No matter the obstacles we transverse
The paradise we feel is in part our own making
Happiness and contentment will come
Beginning each day with a positive outlook
There is nothing we can't overcome
Lived many years and stored much knowledge
Guess no more than the average joe
We do tend to pick up some useful information
A bunch more the further we go
So I offer my experience to you younger folks
As hard as it sometimes may appear
A silver lining is just beyond the horizon
Trust me, you have nothing to fear
For no matter your day, tomorrow will appear
With it's promise of happier times
With a right frame of mind anything's possible
The future will continue to shine
Lauren became paralysed suddenly overnight,
When she developed firm transverse myelitis,
An inflammation of the spinal cord, a huge fright,
Which gave no feeling chest down, a mantis.
Born 24 April 1998, she comes from Birmingham,
In Bromsgrove District in the area Cotton Hackett,
Where she sat her A-levels which got her a gram,
At Oxford Brookes Uni as a law undergraduate.
Originally a wheelchair racer with many medals,
At the junior level for sprinting and distance middle,
She’s now in trunk and arms mixed double sculls,
Coupling with Laurence Whitely to warmly griddle.
Lauren only began the sport of rowing in 2015,
And rose through the ranks with speed and creed,
In 2015 in France the pair won silver real clean,
And in Rio they rowed to gold at tremendous speed.
Natasha will be going to Rio, most definitely,
Without a doubt, she won 2 golds in Belgium,
At the 2011 European Championships well tall,
In the freestyle grade II event and individual;
Then she set a Paralympic record no question,
When she rode in the 2012’s on horse Cabral,
To score 76.857%, and after that very elegantly,
Took another gold in the freestyle with vocality.
She was born in Hammersmith, busy London,
But when she was aged fourteen months only,
Got transverse myelitis, an inflammation spinal.
Baker was appointed MBE in 2013 for her gaul,
In equestrianism and for noting GOSH hospital.
In a small town of 800 the lonely town where children never sleep
Hardly can anyone imagine them ever being sweet
Some are bullies, some rob, steal, some brake windows
Others are found juvenile delinquents breaking into condos
Adults and political authorities
Sanctions rules and laws just for the youth minorities
These hard nosed children keep breaking them curfews
Rebellious youth with incurred huge transverse views
The disorderly town children fight and riot
No wonder these rebellious cretins are sleep and so tried
Small town of 800 this lonely town where children never obey civil laws
These Town Children Delinquents breaking juveniles
9/14/19
Sponsored by:Julia Ward
Life is but a singular happy dream.
God crafted with light and steam.
A marvelous imposing fantasy
For me alone to transverse and see
A joyous adventurous masquerade
Where celebrants pass in a parade
It fits like the most comfortable shoes
As if it was composed by Mother Goose.
But fearing God will find us out.
We erase every vestige of doubt.
Cause God knows how to infuse.
In a huge bowl fantastic brews
The key elements He stirs with care.
To invent a life with ease and flare
And then He spins like a tapestry
The fabric of life in all its majesty
So, through it we chase daily success
Donned in a cloak of sublime behest.
Daily we chase our fantasy morn to morn
And thank God for that day we were born.
Beyond this huge continent
where seas separate adored faces
and smiles smeared with sadness,
I left what was a living part of me;
spring meadows that seemed prairies
with wildflowers giving more beauty
to a sunset not wanting to fade away...
I can only remember them with regret!
Must I relive a past that makes me weep for that happiness
I felt going through my being, and while living
the adolescent years of an adventurous boy who climbed
steep cliffs and encountered many dangers,
no joy could be compared to conquering hills...
were new thrills were delightfully and anxiously found!
I discovered them deepening my love for Nature and God
and their revelation was greater than my understanding
when the deer leaped, when the butterflies gathered
near a brook that ran through rocks and make bubbling sounds!
Beyond this huge continent
with an ocean very vast and turbulent
that has seen shipwrecks disappearing into its depths,
I'm shivering thinking if I ever could transverse it;
a captain with a bold spirit displays an act of courage,
that bravery not innated in me rises rage
and although imagination is quicker than reality, the odds
are against me, and from this shore, distance frightens!
Beyond this huge continent with waves that scare seagulls,
an inanimate being doesn't know where his tomorrow lies!