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.
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©Abdulhafeez Oyewole.
Where wild horses thunder she can be found
Bestowing to our kings the royal ground,
Their oath as solemn as any marriage vow
In ancient rites by which they are still bound.
If flowing equine manes seen in a glance
She is there by more than mere circumstance
Epona, goddess of fertility
Can we feel her blessings or be mumchance?
Yet also seen as a nymph of warming springs
The gentle caress where e’er nature sings
Like the wild horses there’s no holding her
But we can still see what her message brings
I pray I find the need deep within me,
Her desire to be running wild and free
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