She said to her daughter,”
Don’t ever visit
Some wizards
For love charms.
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Because you
Are the best
Love mesmerism
And magnetism
In your bad room.”
May 12, 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Message:
Majority Bantu women target
The weak parts of men in relationships
“Or marriage “for their goods.
Reason why more old women always
Have with young women privately.
Majority Bantu women know that good treatment
In the bedroom and kitchen
Are best love charms
Which they have in their hands.
Be honest and very sincere
Let your mind be crystal clear
Hope and live without tear
Spread everywhere cheer
Support all through assistance
Give major help in the alliance
Upon you let all have reliance
Ever act using common sense
In case you plan to he honest
God will arrange for the best
Often to integrity arises test
Tackle it using maximum zest
When you spread immense joy
Then in minds, peace you deploy
Your services, all love to employ
As boredom, all your acts destroy
All will seek only your company
As your behavior beats honey
You make mood of all sunny
Due to you, problems look tiny
So, jovial nature is ever welcome
As troubles, that will overcome
Divine peace is cheer's outcome
The World claps when you come
FROM INDOLENCE TO ACTION
Dear ! Me turning deaf dizzy.
Drowning deep being drowsy.
Do you address me crazy ?
Please boost me to be busy.
Dear ! Hold my crystal goblet
showing your sparkling bracelet.
Step tip toe tinkling anklet.
I think that is my outlet.
Dense dormant desires of mine.
Poor Passion, tingling on wine.
Ardent ardour ! Pure, divine.
Romantic aroma entwined .
Neither fussy fanaticism
Nor mystic mesmerism
Need delighted dynamism.
Vital action: Optimism.
Wish to release indolence.
No wobbling to break fake fence.
To feel frolic, never tensed .
We are lovers in true sense.
11\11\22
Just Before Release
Contest by Unseeking Seeker.
Heaven is both above and below our feet, so vividly recall that ground likes feeling your knees and breeze likes spinning your hair. By Poet
cogitates on rousing heaves my treasure
glorious sunrise becomes murky to pink
as the sun sets the sky turns gold
my brooding nearness to daisies and cellos
a rainbow arched across far wing amid rain and sun
overcast gloomy and sluggish
the gist of the nature mesmerism
detected illusions covered quietly
blooms of the wilderness in the woods
cognitive murkiness that dims fanciful notion my treasure.
Written: March 6, 2022
1st Place contest winner
Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
The only book teaching humanism;
The only which cures locoism;
One and only poem for lyricism
Is Reader’s Digest’s mechanism.
If you see it through any prism
Can find joy, fun, thrill and sarcasm
This is a weak agent of nihilism;
This is the best known idealism
Where all spend individualism
To receive mental masochism.
Reading it is just like mesmerism.
Without it school suffers gargoylism.
Indian tradition or let be Maoism,
It is well read and accepted optimism.
Byword
(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(II)
Malicious mischief shrouds in mesmerism,
Whilst her malignity molds she forgot unfold.
But the morbid medalled she, instead to merge,
Maintains calumnies, which not calmative in anyway.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(III)
A candid parley and caring suits…
Indeed better parallel match -no losers, all winners-
For cases in conformity and un-confound.
That’s peace, that’s reign, to just justice of the peace.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
14/3/1434 ___15/1/2014
©Abdulhafeez Oyewole.
Sound of music with sweet vibes
soothe my nerves with passion,
but when the pitch is high with
great intensity and vibration,
I feel uneasy and disturbed.
Noise!unwanted sound-a pollutant,
Noise!unpleasant vibes;
Oh,noise!conflicting echoes;Please don`t scream.
The reverberation is excruciating,
My eardrums oscillate with mesmerism,
dangerous signals sent to the brain,
which responds by blinking headache,
increased heart beat and blood pressure,
cardiac arrest and partial deafness.
Noise!irregular movement of...sound or...?
Surely you can achieve, if you try
To take honest efforts, feel not shy
In case your aim is nobly Sky-high
Great miracles, may catch your eye
By practicing with real enthusiasm
With your mind filled with optimism
You will invariably get dynamism
And acquire power of mesmerism
Laziness will fetch defeat as a result
As you will feel living is very difficult
No great medals are tied in your belt
Continuous losses will come to insult
If you prefer to keep quiet and snore
You do nothing for the World to adore
Your presence, the World will ignore
As you regard hard-work as a bore
My dear Comrade, wake up now
Do a superior task with real love
To do a noble deed, take a vow
You will be helped by God-above.
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"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09
your breath is of a Drug-inducing interjection of a Lullaby
singing the unsuspecting, unconscious, unaware
into a deep and danger "Hetero-suggestion"
come trespass into the night
as I lay helpless in my bed
fill my thoughts with dread
make me your unwilling slave!
"Mesmerism" is by the State of usage
used in the mind to control the innocents
to a violation of which
morality is but a vapor a way~
i don't remember said the unguilty blameless
its not my nature, it is just not me~
I could not have did this sin~
how to walk the line of care?
when the air you do breath
changes you world~
to inform you, that never warned~
that your "Enemy" has a new Tool~
AKA:lyricvixen
The tattoos, the body and the moonlit shine.
Lusting shadows, the winds of change;
Busting seams, subdued passions as they soar.
Tremors in the voice, the fascination of her moulds.
Swaying tides the occults, the mesmerism of her lips.
Churning frolics of her wears, the innocence in the eyes.
Lost, were these flowing forms on the sands of time;
Yellow blossoms the astrophytum in the wilderness.
It is the dragon, on your back that woos.
The sawan-ki-ghata, that coils to the fore;
And the pendent loops, that entice you to him.
Free flow like silks are your contours of love.
Sparkling gold as whites the dryness, the dews;
On highs, like the virgin flower It’s sheen.
Touches, from the mascara and the eyebrow shrouds,
Entwined lashes daring your mystics your charms.
It is he that alights fires in you;
Burning are the two, in the clouds and the rain.
Though the monster shrinks to the tattooed back,
Strong are his bonds as the fountain flows;
With the crusts and the troughs like the ocean wide.
Silent are the twangs, the sinews of love
And you in your deepened harmony;
Blossom and bloom to his magical flute.
Broken Toys
Linger in peoples lives
Memories so dark
So left behind
Discarded by the unknown time
They limp un-mended
Labeled and still described
For a momentary fascination
With broken toys
Broken toys belong to
Innocent girls and boys
Pander to a whim for someone else
To enjoy
Driven to insanity
By the fumbling hands
That try to fit the puzzle
Linking all the pieces
The lonely girls and lonely boys
Wait in corners
Amidst their broken pieces
Of the broken toys
Left to linger in the place
Where they didn’t want to
The mesmerism of the crack
Shatters back attention
They buried them and left them there
Wondering if they would ever awake
A nightmare for these children
Of broken toys
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