Long Watchword Poems
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Any person who’s in employment, works in a safe environment
As policies have all been put in place to eradicate accidents
But how many of us, are as diligent when it comes to our family
And risk assess each room at home to ensure it’s hazard free
Each year, there are so many injuries, that are caused by trips and falls
In the home, so experts tell us, that it’s the most unsafe place of all
Those most at risk are our elders, especially ones who live alone
When trips or falls at their time of life, can result in broken bones
It doesn’t take anything major, the smallest innocuous event
Can cause the elderly, a child or ourselves, to have an accident
Old worn slippers that slop off feet, over-furnished rooms
Chairs used as ladders and trailing leads are all where danger looms
Frayed loose carpets, and failing health, can lead to jeopardy
So ‘Safety First’ is the watchword, to protect from injury
Throw out shabby slippers - clean out rooms - make pathways clear
Secure trailing leads - use a footstool - have health checks every year
Ensure safety is your mindset, and risk assessment habitualistic
So you and your family don’t end up, as one more Health and Safety statistic.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you seen the people
Who provide their service for you.
Flying for them is a profession
One of assistance, service, and care.
I often times have mumbled
At some of the things they hear.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
In a plane with silver wing?
If so you have met the people
Whose "attendance" is their thing.
I have seen them courteous and collected
Even in spite of a boor.
Somehow you know they are thankful
When the last one is out the door.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up above in a crowded plane?
Have you ever wondered
How those people do not go insane?
Life for them is walking
Thousands of miles each day.
With every step they take on that plane
They try to help in every way.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up high...well over a country mile?
Then you must have seen the people
Whose job it is to smile.
Courtesy is the watchword of their profession
No time to give way to personal vents.
So when you get on an airplane
Be thankful for the "Flight Attendants".
Joy mixed with bitterness
Hope laced with scoops of mud
This journey unseen
On the way to the holy matrimony
Love is blind
So they said without holding back
Till reality set itself to their face.
"Iwalewa", golden a watchword in our clan.
Imprison it. It will free it itself.
Get along and the signs are mere.
He's a cheat, woman beater, lazy and what you can see. . .
Oh let me breathe!
Shut it up.
My ears ache.
You've made your lashes and acquiescence
Enslaved your equitable rights
You need not cry
Fighting is never the best
With faith hold to fate.
You like to quit? Do!
Pick up your pieces and refresh.
It's a green start. But not your stars too thank too early.
Something different or similar to come.
All pretend to get results
And thereafter let loose of self.
Die not in depression
Die not in the hand of a demon
You have the right to Life
Please live it to the fullest - and not as the foolest.
©? olorunleke Olorode.
We're held by the reins of politics,
The lies, the truths and the deception,
The misguided pathways and the hell ways,
The unknown and the hidden facts.
Is there someone else behind the mask?
Or there're too much complexities woven in the tasks?
The society is overburdened,
The people are dispirited.
Trust yourself first and expect the unexpected
should be the watchword,
Then mayhem will not be a readily drawn sword,
Then we’ll find a road to cross.
There’s confusion at the centre,
The books don’t seem to proffer solutions,
The people seem to be accustomed to their hard ways,
Redemption is miles away.
November 1, 2023.
Shakespeare,Turning over in His Grave
Spaghetti can, sardine can. soup can?
Why, hell~~
Any man can!
Do what?
Think poetry is just words!
Like eggs, "any style"
Tossed in a frying pan.
William would totally, fail today!
So, brutal and painful to say.
His beautiful words too long to read.
We live our lives whose watchword
and god is speed.
Speed of our devices, our cars.
Speed of being served in bars.
Time to slow down, me thinks,
And write some sonnets and odes,
with glorious, gleaming ink.
On parchment..written in our glorious
blessed hand.
Poetry that comes ever so softly and
sweetly,
From our mind-hearts' own infinite
meadowland.
Panagiota Romios
3/23/2019
Grain of sand,
Why have you come home with me?
Why have you left the others?
Don’t you feel alone?
Oh, I’m fine wherever I find myself.
Grain of sand,
How do you find a place for
yourself amidst thousands of others?
Don’t you feel lost?
Oh, we create room for one another,
Altruism is our watchword.
No one hoards what others need.
Grain of sand,
How did you feel when you’re blown by the wind,
separated from your family?
Although, family comes first,
happiness is not only rooted in family ties,
Home is what you make of that space around you.
Grain of sand,
What’s your view of humans?
Oh, my view,
I’d say humans seem not to think about the end of the road,
They’re often lost in today and inconsiderate of tomorrow,
They don’t ponder on eternity.
Grain of sand,
What’s your word of advice?
Oh, I’d say there’s truth in nature,
In its silence, it speaks,
It embraces the lost,
It brings calmness to the overburdened souls,
It connects us to the Divine.
April 9, 2024.
Change, watchword of our time
Change without reason, capricious crime
Reform, reconstruct, recast, revise
Change for change-sake – foolish, unwise
Alter, adjust, adapt, amend
Constant change blurs to no end
Transform, transmute, transfigure
Change, all jolts and jarring triggers
Change, our brains from our bodies derange
Change, our souls from the cosmos estrange
It was like a dream, a reunion to transcend time,
A testament to bonds unbroken, a love so sublime.
Royal Batch 87, forever intertwined,
In the tapestry of life, our spirits unified.
In the realm of memories, a bond that never dies,
Although scattered like the stars, yet destiny unifies.
In corridors of time, we walked our separate ways,
Yet fate's adorned tapestry knits together our yesterdays.
From distant shores, we gather, united in our roots,
Like threads, blue, gold and blue inter-twined.
The school, where our fathers passed the flame,
Guiding us to seek knowledge, and life's eternal game.
Life's journey, has shaped us, cut and polished,
Like precious stones, revealing our spirits nourished.
Disce Aut Discede, our watchword carved in hearts,
We stand as testament to the faith that never parts.
In this epoch of uncertainty, as the tides of change roll in,
Let us, as instruments of God, kindle hope from within.
Wherever we are planted, let rivers flow in heights,
Fountains rise amidst the valleys, shimmering with light.
For our world, in this decade, stands at a crucial juncture,
Our actions will determine its fate, a force to reckon with.
Oh, Royal Batch 87, let's rewrite the future's tale,
Embracing love and wisdom, for all to prevail.
My brother my muse
Not to be use but love
My companionship
A friend like never
I always confide in thee
Just like my shadow
He never leave me
Through the thick and thin.
My Anchor when I'm down
Elevating without price
Replenishing me whenever
Mentally and emotionally drained
Bleeds with and for me
An attack on one of us
Is an attack on both of us
Unconditional love our watchword.
I've got so many brothers
But this is for my only brother
From my mother's womb
Profit Obaroyeregbe
To be Precise
Dna and genes verified
My amazing sibling
Always leaving me amused
We're the offspring of our ancestors.
Being not consumed we stand true
only by God's merciful grace
this is the God of eternity supreme
we receive compassion from His face
Compassion is the watchword from God
for the Lord provides never to fail
in His promises always surely certain
trust His sovereign hand even from gales
Always new never turns old
waken up every morning bright
great is the faithfulness of God
like no other shines daily alight
My soul speaks so profoundly
therefore trust with one hope
the Lord is my portion is my call
holding fast to the divine rope
Lamentations three verses 22-24
set to memory in your mind
whenever down bring to recall
for the Lord has heavenly signed
(Lamentations 3: 22-24.
"Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”