Handcuffs for Chief Craig who snuffs!
No longer seems one who bluffs,
Empty his third boxed up Snuff;
I could not help “An Enough!”
The act capturing as duff,
Performer to nostrils rough…
Pity had I for Craig’s nose
Brownish Powder hoped to close:
Bad Air spreads each time it blows,
East/West: wherever it goes…
Craig’s fights with snuff getting tough,
Off Craig should his thick skin slough;
Keep I shall for him voice gruff
But for a Chief not him cuff.
How do you know who I am?
I show you a side of me which is fake
I fake smile
I fake laugh
And I am strong
But only on the out side
You do not see me
You do not know me
I cry at night
I cut in the dark
And no one noes my secrets
I have a large
closed safe
with the noes
that I received...
and a delicate
box with
the yeses i won...
In this world,
we are all artisans...
We mend with hands
the yeses and the noes,
highlights and shadows,
joys and sorrows...
With these nobles
material, we sew
the clothes we wear
in life... !
My
eyes see.
My
ears hear.
My
skin feels.
My
noes smells
My
mouth tastes.
My
brain interprets.
Information.
It’s all
information.
Energy.
Vibrations.
The view.
The sound.
The breeze.
The cupcake.
The oder.
All information.
Chemical,
electrical stimulus.
No brain
to process.
No reality
to experience.
All vibrations.
All energy
to interpret.
Everything
is energy.
Everything
is vibrations.
No brain
no reality.
The Universe
a field
of energy,
a
realm of
vibrations.
Including us.
Vibrations
interpreting
vibrations.
Energy
interpreting
energy.
Energy
never dies
it simply
changes
vibration.
Love is young in the morning as the sun rises
The scenery is calm and attractive
Energy you have to set objective
Your teeth have grown sharp
Nothing you cannot organize
Words, and lyrics feed your dream
To the moon, you will drive your lover
In a day, you will build her a castle
Cities in a wink, you will destroy
Her dreams you will materialize
Cos young love you are in the sunrise
Green is everywhere to observe
No-noes in life you see
Children you will produce
Mountains and hills you will move
Seas and oceans you will dry
Black you will change in white
Into hot, cold you will turn
As the sun sets, you then understand the truth
For all glories and ventures, you enjoyed
Lies and truths you combined
To later find you were erroneous
But indeed that was time
To express your love, you used to kiss her
Today, you are toothless and no time to mess
And so morning grows into evening
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
As the tides roll in the salty smell,
I stand by the sea and know all is well.
For the sound of the waves and the twilight sky,
Calms my soul, and knows peace is nigh.
And the reflection of the moon in the sea,
Makes all the darkness inside me flee.
And the sound of the crickets inside my head,
Makes me feel like I'm back in bed.
They entertain the turtles, slugs and sand,
Them in their little cricket jazz band.
Then, the feeling of wet sand on my toes,
And the smell of the sea flowing in my noes,
Then I see the glow of morning over the horizon,
And peace fills my soul, the sun is rising.
Then the cool sea breeze fills my hair,
And as I look at the sky, I know dawn is near.
Then slowly, the crickets stop.
And the moon and stars begin to drop.
Soon the sky will fill with light,
So kiss goodbye the starry night.
Kiss goodbye the stars and moon,
For those white peppered flecks will be gone soon.
And as the darker sky turns to gray,
You must soon get ready for day.
It is thirty degrees
My toes, they freeze.
My noes, it sneeze
My knees, they freeze.
It is too cold,
I'm not that bold,
The Atlantic Seas,
All things it sees.
Old ladies tease
Their hair so
It'll freeze.
I'm A Poet and I Know It
Genome
I roam.
Passed down
Types known.
From face
From grace.
From eyes
From pies.
From hair
From air.
From skin
From grin.
From shape
From tape.
From noes
From knows.
From height
From right.
From head
From bed.
From hands
From stands.
From voice
From noise.
From health
From stealth.
From lips
From quips.
From cheeks
From peeks.
From joints
From points.
From tongue
From young.
From feet
From meet.
From taste
From waste.
From ears
From tears.
Inhaling her scent
Nuzzling behind her ear
Tickling unfair
Her breath uneven
Exhales almost like a sigh
Mercilessly
Only saying ‘no’
Only really meaning ‘yes’
Despite her intents
Focused are my eyes
Only looking into her hers
Rejecting her noes
Losing herself just
One more time, then once again
Virtuous passion
Endlessly caressed
Aggressively entangled
Giving herself up
Against her best intent
Intending to resist me
Nightly—just a game
His Hair- Like fine darkened sand
His Eyes- like two black pearls so beautiful they are and their value ...priceless
His Ears- They are hearing the sweet sound of my voice and they have not turned away
His Noes- It is smelling my sweet perfume that has filled the air around us
His Lips- Like whine they are intoxicating and they drip with pure pleasure and delight-fullness
His Smile- Like the sun itself it could light up even the darkest of days
His Voice- Strong like a storm, yet peaceful like a dove
His Arms- Like two strong beams of support they lift me up and are there to comfort me
His Hands- Powerful they are and I feel that power every time he touches me
His Chest-This is where I lay my head and it is there that I can be closest to his heart
His Legs- Made to keep him standing through the good times and the bad
His Feet- They are what keeps him standing up right so he will not stumble or fall
His Skin- Like Leather it is smooth yet tough and can hold up against anything
His Body- A picture no artist could draw, only God could make such a man and from this day forth I'll thank God that he did.
I am siting here in the cold
with snot dripping from my noes.
I have not a home....I am along
No one wants me around they step on me like the ground
but if I should fall and brake what a fall they would take
There is so much hate and so little to appreciate
You may not know what I mean but when I tell you what I've seen
you will know of the unclean the mean, the things unseen and the unknown like the crust between your toes.
So here I leave you with these words and they are ones you have never heard
and these words only I know..but for you they are a story untold.
Long, golden hair
flowing, springing in
air
Chuckle, little care
whispering, gleeming at
...
at her teddy bear
swing, high up
and up and up
TEDDY! LOOK!
LOOK AT THE SKY!
slow, lower and lower
tippy toes
wrinkled noes
there she goes
COME ON TEDDY BEAR!
Contact.
I live for it.
Whether it is of the eyes or a pleasant scent to the noes.
This contact could be as simple as landing in your presence
like an alien landing on earth I want to explore your herbs.
Contact.
It puts my senses on overload.
Contact like my lips hungrily reaching yours.
I crave for it.
I've dreamt of it.
Body to body contact.
Mind to mind contact.
Contact through a text or a phone call.
The moment my eyes see that blush of color
on your face sends a message of contact to my brain
saying that you want the same type of contact I've been hoping for.
So what is next after that type of confirmation?
The contact of the door hitting the lock and
than the contact of skin on top of skin.
And the heat of our body temperatures rising.
I have made contact.
LOVE
Love is just four letter Word
But sometimes acts as double edged sword
When you're in Love , it feels so good
Keeps you in Happy and joyful mood
Heart beats with a slower rate
Sleeps the thing the body hate
But when love tries to go away
Makes life take turns in Opposite lay
Tearing eyes and the soaring noes
You become lonely And friends be foes
Walking down the lane you think
Lifes like the Sun that sink
Shows you day and brings harmful night
Fate comes down like a dropping kite
So,
Being Lonely a good thing may be
As,
Love is not just everyones BABY.
------YASHU
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