Mustn’t I write once today
even if
I’ve not much to say
It is what I must do
Use a jackhammer
let the pavement vibrate
with my pastel sky sneakers
somehow or another
give the illusion that I can move
the earth
I will be lying on a table
getting a massage
not a nicety. I really,
really need circulation
until I can see the man
with the stethoscope
Helplessly my body
from head to toe
in enmity. Medi…care!
Focused on the thirty day
wait to see new doc
so I can stick out my tongue
and sound like a hypochondriac
will I make his day
or will the cogs in his lids
be going round and round
in his head
Well, seems I’ve said too much
Just wanted to stay in touch
“ahhh….ahhh. My tongue’s red, Doc.”
The nicety of life.
I don't conceive it with eyes,
I don't hear it with ears...
I feel and hear
with a vision of the spirit!
I knew of a man who journeyed himself a threefold
Before he could face decease.
First, his coming into the world
It was I could say a thrill to all
Albeit the months' trials
He huffed and puffed
Wishing the new environment to be favourable ;
But it felt horrendous
However, he was courageous to endure the child's stage
This: marked the first-ended but starting point of his journey.
Thereafter he embarked on and embraced his secular travel
With the hanker of being an elite
And surely he became,
Achieving his bona fide Masters
With a monthly emolument in his name.
This: paved the path to his final journey.
That was the retired stage
Yes, he journeyed the journey of the old
And found no nicety of this age
Then, on spec, the jealous fate turned him to elapse
Craving the dude's journey to a halt.
Nicely naughty and naughtily nice,
Every character has its price.
To be naughty and yet be nice,
Adds to the personality a bit of spice.
Naughty by temperament, nice by choice,
Camouflages the shrillness of the voice.
Nicely thought words, and naughtily executed deeds,
Spread through the garden of roses, like the weeds.
Naughty words are like the straws, which on the river flow,
He who is in search of nicety, must dive below.
END
Congratulations our pageant queen:
Days and nights you nurtured nicety
Like florist watching bud to petal;
You starved yourself amidst abundance
Nursing the shape , keeping the fitness;
Today all eyes are forgotten on you,
King and Queen’s mouths in agape;
All craning out necks on their toes
To have a glimpse of the newest queen:
Emma, Emma, Emma rends the air.
Contest's name : ''Emma''
Sponsor : Juli Michelle.
Remember, when we
were new in love,
In high spirits, and
scared of none;
Oh! We often had
long walks together,
Laughing loud and
having fun.
When we were poor
but pure;
We were Godly and
good.
We were mere,
Nature, my art,you
and I,
And always thought
seeing at the skies,
His nicety loves it all.
And ah! We had in
that erotic innocence
Vowed— again and
again,
On a sunny spring’s
day
In that meadow had
stony walls half-
fallen,
Reclined alongside,
long, under the
almond tree,
A sparrows-pair had
a heated discussion.
‘Neath open wide, star filled sky
Inhibitions cast aside
Old foes and worldly woes
Shed along with stifling clothes
It seems the Moon
Is part to blame
Giving bloom
To lack of shame
Coldly, boldly, warming
Blushing skin
Unleashing… lost,
From deep within
Could Pan himself have seen
That wanton scene
He would have leered
To behold In delight
Conformity, nicety
Primness and propriety
Cast aside
so carelessly that night
Pride tossed aside
Soul offered up to the sky
Mad dance
beneath the moon
Not to question why
My soul should fly
Nor why this night
Must end so soon
Summer madness?
Mind’s rebellion?
Sudden change
From mild to hellion?
Harming no one
In the process
In my abandon
To that night’s madness
Methinks perhaps most people
Should unleash
Their wilder Spirits
(for one night at least!)
Bare their all
Before leering moon
For doth not life
But end too soon?
And it is not
Of life …
to ask
A lot
For just that night
…of madness?…
I want to hear your voice
the feel to the switch poise
the drool when you stop and swagger
the cool when you drip honeyed dagger
into the curl and fray and elite stagger
I want to touch the sunbathing mount in it
drown in drawl husky
battering against the rain and wind of day
I want it christen me with bubbles of hope, fun
humor all over
a hand against mine , a foot tapping dash of your lush
nuances, plucking, wheeling around in a twirl,
a beep of surprise, a nicety as the bribe
a filigree of drive to say, to speak into a utter
the ultimate dine of i love you...
I'm turning into a werewolf
It's freakin' me out, can't ya see?
My vision of nicety
don't include spicity
of locks gone electrically frazzled.
My soul still feels staid and moral
but if people take note of me
in this state they won't rate
my belongity
the way I think
they think
it should be.
Just look at me! I have fallen
Apart. Head over heals I fell. I give
Nicety after nicety. I could
Never have imagined
Anything as such.
Possibly I am mistaken. I don't want to be
Anything other than your friend.
Really. We can be best friends. Our
Kinship can be indefinite.
Everything would be perfect.
An outcast
fit only for the lepers' colony
A burden
big beyond bear
A huge bear
too ugly to hug
An unwanted stranger
to family, friends and foes
A perfect tool
for Government's propaganda
A clean cover
for Health Ministry's graft
A sure means
for Activists' foreign AIDS and funds
A goldmine
for multinational pharmaceutical giants
An alien
in the place of her birth
Technically, they also call me
HIV/AIDS positive person
For nicety, I am also known as
"PLWHA"
Why then do you wonder
That we're wheeled into morgue slabs
Time before our fixed time.
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