MELIORISM
This world stings like the scorpion,
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion,
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon,
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.
And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security.
The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains...
Hardship is loose and unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths,
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe to my bitter whinge.
To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?
Categories:
meliorism, africa, anger, anxiety, courage,
Form: Didactic
They think that they know something about my life , not in the same hood and not in the same flight. Maybe the same class but not the same grade ,maybe the same church just not the same doctrine and that, My friend! Distinguished eagles from chickens. I have always rode solo like an egg thrown in an ostrich's nest.
I am a self made individual. Through heuristics and meliorism , everything l know now , l learn by myself and it's the best type of education.
Oh how stupid am l to be the one who knows it all, thinking l am without flaws?
That time thinking no one knows yet you let the door open.
The stash you think only the walls know , well granny knows about it too.
Sleeping naked thinking the moon is not staring, well cover up!
Hands shaking claiming to be nervous , well they were not born yesterday!
Every activity done in darkness shall be revealed in the lightest of seasons.
Don't ever think you are clever ,only he who created me knows better.
Categories:
meliorism, abuse, anger, break up,
Form: Free verse
Welcome to South Africa
A country paralyzed by chaos
Where dictators are called leaders
With corruption as a norm in a steam
Of empty promises of political lies
A nation crippled by "Nyaope"
As unemployment leaves youth with hopeless dreams
Defeated by the powers of poverty
A country where education is just another waste of time.
Welcome to South Africa
An environment where parents have lost kids and kids have lost parents
Dominated by starvation of African children
Weeping around barefooted in extreme temperatures
A country where graves are habitats of young souls
A place where diseases comes in all forms
A nation where mental illness continues to darken the future of the coming days
A society with the highest rates of crime
Welcome to South Africa
A republic of freedom known as the rainbow nation
Where the struggle continues even though the future is doomed
Because meliorism is our inspiration
Tears in my cheeks
A lament of prayer in my heart
May God bless this nation,
South Africa my home.
Categories:
meliorism, africa, bereavement, cry, pain,
Form: Free verse
Take me back to my mother's womb
A peaceful place where eyes remain closed
Not to witness the tragedies of this world
Where ears hear not the horrifying sounds of this earth's brutality.
Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me stay there where worries and sorrows are absent
Let me stay there where day and night makes no difference
There where food and clothing matters not.
Take me back to my mother's womb
Where I will forever rejoice for I will be having
No idea of whatever is happening on earth
Because there, exist no one else but myself in my world.
Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me swim alone in my amniotic fluid
In a world where jealousy, hatred, anger and bitterness
Exist not for the placenta allows nothing malevolent.
Take me back to my mother's womb
For the world today is rotten, chaotic and painful
Meliorism is the only inspiration we have
As brutality dominates the earth with ruthlessness as a new norm.
Life on earth is full of tears
The future is doomed and hope is lost
Please take me back to my mother's womb
Because that is where I wanna stay forever.
Categories:
meliorism, baby, bereavement, birth, children,
Form: Verse
(Rhyme scheme : abba abba cde cde)
I met a pessimist walker in Optimist Park,
She walked with a walker and a co-walker
Crippled, stressed, depressed, a fatuous talker.
Swaying on either side, not in her mark.
Troubled by winged insects blood sucker in the park
“mosi-ki-toss” many “mosi-ki-toss as if in utter danger
Shouted she in her Serbian accented mumur,
Waving palm to drive away foes & woes to debark.
Immigrants of different nations & cultures,
Come in search of shades of optimism,
Culminating in the Old Testament adage,
"HE hath made all things good in their times"
Indulging in the mirage of meliorism,
Things are bad but can be of better advantage.
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The sonnet was posted on PS ON 6-16-2005, the day I joined PS
I wrote this sonnet visiting Optimist Park in Windsor-Ont-Canada. It is " thoughts recollected in tranquility"
I was inspired to write this sonnet by P.B.Shelly's " Ozymandias " sonnet
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Third Placement
Contest: My Inspiration
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Ninth Placement
Contest : Italian Sonnet
Categories:
meliorism, philosophy, , ozymandias,
Form: Italian Sonnet
I met a pessimist walker in Optimist Park,
She walked with a walker and a co-walker
Swaying on either side, not in her mark.
Crippled, stressed, depressed, a fatuous talker.
Troubled by blood sucking winged insects.
‘mosi-ki-toss’ many, many, ‘mosi-ki-toss’
Shouted she in her Serbian accents,
Waving her palm to drive away foes & woes.
Immigrants of different nations & cultures,
Come in search of shades of optimism,
Culminating in the Old Testament adage,
‘HE hath made all things good in their times’
Indulging in the mirage of meliorism,
Things are bad but can be of better advantage.
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Eighth Place win in
Contest: First poem on the soup by P.D>
I wrote this sonnet visiting Optimist Park in Windsor-Ont-Canada. It is " thoughts recollected in tranquility"
The poem was posted on 16-6-2005.
Categories:
meliorism, philosophy,
Form: Italian Sonnet