We sat at the edge of the river for an hour
Holding our spot with a flimsy blanket
Some bought pillows, children were sleeping
Though strangers, we nodded to each other
On fireworks day, we are all united, all friends
The ship was as beautiful as I had imagined
Moreso, if I am to be honest, with red lights
A clipper ship with red lights, I was entranced
The crowd appeared to be mesmerized
I looked at my new neighbor to the left; he looked thunderstruck
We did not meet each other’s eyes; we were in love
In love with a clipper ship whose sails were blood red
The night went from magical to mystical
A loud streaming screaming something went up behind the ship
Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop Pink fireworks exploded behind the red sails
And I had thought the night could not have been more ethereal
The Main Reason why we are here, is to improve the world.
To try our endeavour best to mitigate and alleviate Malice, strife and stress in this dark world.
Not so much to attain some worthless Degree, or to achieve some useless achievement.
Not to gain more money than we could even ever spend. Not to compete for so called greatness.
But moreso to assist where and when we can and to help enlighten others.
Try to do at least One Good Deed Everyday.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Hanging their head,
Not many snacks in the kitchen.
There are Mamas with sore hands,
From keeping them happy and fed,
As well as all else that comes with the job.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Who think they're alone,
Feeling less while they're building.
Judgement moreso from within,
Suddenly, perceiving growth,
Comes in glimpses only.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Ones just like me,
Who are beyond grateful for the luxuries.
The conveniences that others enjoy daily,
Aren't something we see,
Though we see our children.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Paving the way for the future,
Struggling now and thriving later.
We are learning with our hands,
Confident to calling though unsure,
We deserve what we dream of for our tribes.
a Christina’s View poem
Perhaps an inner calm we feel
Even when in the world we reel,
Any leeward port we appeal
Care for us against raging wind,
Embrace us when the veil is thinned,
moreso when we stand chagrined
in light of your most holy sight~
when darkness attempts to benight
us in shadows of sinful blight.
The shadows say it’s up to us
but that’s just putrid rotting puss
forged in hellfire, satan’s dark truss…
If I had the wings of a dove
I would fly to realms above~
but merciful Jesus sends love.
*****
NOTE: Christina's View is an Acrostic invented verse in the frame of 5 classic triplets. It was introduced by Christina Jussaume who recommends the first letter of the first six lines spell CHRIST, spelling out any word or phrase works too. The elements of Christina's View are:
1. stanzaic, written in any number of triplets.
2. syllabic, all lines are 8 syllables.
3. rhymed, aaa bbb ccc etc.
4. an acrostic, it is recommended the first letter of the first six lines spell out CHRIST.
~Poetry Magnum Opus
Is invading a self govorning country an act
Of war.? Its a rhetorical question.' Because
The answer is yes.) Simple as..' sometimes
There are appeasers, and obviously corruption.' And weak willed pleasers.' Its a
Deceptive world.' Moreso in some parts.' All hype and mis- direction puts great sadness in the heart, there is a war on information on human populations this is
Most wrong, if you are a milatary leader
If captured you are a prisoner, yet what of
War.? Waged under which you were taken
From does it unmake military protocol how
Can it otherwise be.? If what ain't what it was.? How can sound judging be attained
It seems so straightforward to me.'
She dreamt a dream of a requisite requiem far away,
For the unrequited love of life, led her lanky lamb's limbs astray.
To where she'd dither along the moor's marsh land,
Braved the dreary draughts of randy rain and hindless hail.
She'd return without fail in her frailty.
To where the shadows cast by the leaves of the alders,
Speckled across her open back like silver freckles.
She'd sway in the clearest of days, and lay in the ravage of rain.
And in saltier slathers of gold graced spit,
She'd await the pair of goldfinches to descend upon her silver speckled clit.
Await the trill of their liquid song, sung by their acetone tongue ,
Pecking a silver chime over the pleasure of grated groans.
“No.” Her iron lungs lunged and quivered.
She supposed he knew from his exhale and shiver.
Awake, now, lesserly known nor knowing, moreso,
awaken, alone, but with the haunting face of a *** upon her window,
“outside, look outside”
It called, so she stayed inside, unknown, laying low from the randy ravage of his rage.
9/11/2025
A girl,(her long baby blue dress,)was sat
a pace behind me(golden earrings gleaming);
She smiled(her waterfalling hair fell streaming)
to me as I turned to her(eyes!)and at
(her freckles sparkled)a glancing cue to chat
(in her rosy lips)went teasing,—we scheming—
(a grinning wink,)—one kiss, then two or(dreaming),
who was the mouse? moreso, who was the cat?
At dinner,(candles lit her flickered face,)
a tableful of people,(how she glowed!)
she in a scarlet dress—but I alone,
apart from(her)the group, I turned a stone.
—(her crimson lips)she spoke(her frowned brow showed),
“I’m giving you a chance.—(please learn your place…)”
Isotopes of a larger part
Extractions or
Variants isolated to its
Purity
Clustered to fuss and
Burst or reburst into a
Larger reaction
Each moment of a second is
Then equal from end to end
Moreso that its stability to
endure can be made safe for
the sake of endurance
To make regular usage of
What could be be
From the position of improvement
Advancing and duplicating what has
Been advanced to create a source of
reliable power, from the simplicity of
Science.
Facts to forward the advancement of
a stable source. Elongating what has been
done to reap the benefits of its possibly.
Fusion to make one second into 60 in a safe
and productive manner!
Christmas is just like
a handful of Heaven
When love is the meaning
and reason to be
Where peace is united
and happiness rules
And beauty awakens
like lights on a tree
Tinsel and Garland
are angels in waiting
They make what's lovely
just only moreso
And presents are simply
a happy reminder
The gift of forever
with all that we know
Christmas is just like
a handful of Heaven
A taste of the joyous
all wrapped up in fun
Time to remember
that love will abide us
From Christmases past
to when we are one
hey can you believe?!
what's been going on?
the events, this past few weeks?
it seems, they say,
a love has come
and blown them all away
that for so long,
for both of them,
a cloud had hung about
to shade the two
from love's full light
all dark and gloomy doom
yet somehow, sometimes
if you just have faith,
love's light will find the way
and in one day,
a friend stops by
then forever, every day
you see in them
the love you give
returned in every way
how can this be??
so fast, so pure?
right where you now belong?
so easy, yes
moreso than bliss
magnificently ildefined
for love, alone,
is not all I feel
and more, you can not find
this holding you,
so beautifully new,
is forever where I'll be
I know a girl who's beautiful
Moreso than a moon that's full
Every day of every week
She takes my breath and I can't speak
My thoughts of her are of the kind
That has me running in my mind
Running to right there where she's at
If she asked me to, that's it, that's that
I'd be out my door so quick and fast
But stop at Ready Coffee first
To get her favorite daily treat
And hold my frisson when we meet
I like it when you say my name
To hear it in your tone
And moreso when I talk to you
On the telephone
Now I'm not dropping any hints
Or starting a campaign
But if you were to call me
I would not complain
You're more to me than you can know
And little things mean alot
Especially if they're to me from you
These things cannot be bought
But treasured in my heart they are
Its lock you hold the key
Make your nest sweet bluebird
Come live inside of me
Life is a ".b.itch"
She warms your heart with a sweet loving kiss
And mends your soul with her sweet saying lips.
Until she doesn't and lets you fall deep down, in the dark ditch.
Love is a witch,
She holds you captive in wonderful thoughts
And makes sure you're fattened up with goodness, lots and lots
Until she doesn't and let's you fight deep down, the miserable itch.
MORESO,
Life is a fickle mistress,
She gives a warm embrace and a tender kiss,
Mending your soul with her gentle touch and bliss,
Till she turns her back and leaves you in the abyss.
Love is a cunning sorceress,
She enchants you with her captivating caress,
Filling your heart with joy and happiness,
Till she disappears and leaves you in distress.
Selah.
Love my folks, moreso love my tokes.
Although I ought to stop my jokes.
Showing off
On streets cum dress
Has season need to laugh
What winter's winds fly to bless
Summer's sun dry to boost in style
Of both, season still don't shun it's smile
Rain boot
On me isn't of choice
Moreso, not that really cute
But of necessity harken rain's voice
Calling out ways to lasting foot wears
Cum raining campaign stubborn heart errs
Don't ask
How well I cope?
Cum Winter's task
Got many mouths to tope
No sweater nor cigarettes warmth
To calm down weather troubling mirth
Not of price
As well though
I might not be precise
Of value current price tow
Cum change commodity caress
Price difficulty hints what economy assess
Meanwhile, street
Doesn't freak my legs
Anywhere my feet greet
Muddy but none ever begs
To walking around its area
Hell most streets in Nigeria
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