amidst a jungle
sloths snuggle ten tree's apart
hung stared glance awry
scout darts afar off
an army of red herrings
plots a lure or lore
after a rainstorm
a hover of trouts stood still
gawks at a rainbow
a finicky cat
a finny of goldfishes
fish bowl or ocean
cave fully loaded
no more bats for the caldron
next up to bat out
they're all gathered there
congregation of egrets
sweet bird earned her wings
longtime without pope
college of cardinals hopes
vows to change its looks
Categories:
nomenclatures, analogy,
Form: Senryu
Mind trap wanderings
davenport differentials
childhood solitudes
garner teen tentacles
enlivening adult adventures
can we make Peace within ourselves?
nomenclatures not included
avoid advanced actuals
advance to GO!
Categories:
nomenclatures, analogy, change, community, devotion,
Form: Free verse
better than whom
whos nomenclatures
senses dense reality
breathing a turn out
freshly sold breath
arresting
shakespeares oral submissions
given upon down
word scalding
three degrees
of
love that zoomd
better than whom
?
Categories:
nomenclatures, art,
Form: Concrete
Equilibrium
I am greater than Muslims
Wiser than Hindus
And stronger than Christians
You are all welcome to take all the attributes
You need
I am left very glad
To go along with my consciousness
Best wishes to you all
to be attached with this world
and at the same time
be the part of liberation
I need not anything in particular
Being everything
I am left extremely pleased
Congratulations to all of you
For defining and classifying everything
Into something or other
And taking away all the nomenclatures
I am left very happy
In equilibrium and all-embracing.
Categories:
nomenclatures, wisdom,
Form: I do not know?
In this farm where boats sail on oil,
On overflowing oil, we yet live in a dream.
The things we see should not be said
The things we say should not be heard
And the things we hear
Are grossly absurd.
Such absurdities as
Trees growing upside down,
Fishes fly and birds swim.
The father and the son cannot
Look in each other’s eyes again.
Now we know they lied
Without a twitch on their eye lids, to us
When they said we elected them.
They stole our trust and our treasury,
They hijacked the future of children to come.
The goats live by the fowls
Or so they say
But they are entitled to everything
And the people nothing.
They call themselves upper class
And the people in nationwide broadcast,
“Ordinary Nigerians, Common Man.”
Alas, such puerile nomenclatures
For my fellow countrymen.
In this country of ours,
Those we trusted with crowns and scepters
Have shamed us with avaricious appetite for funds.
They gather like gluttons at the capital
To plunder the national pot of soup.
Just like George Orwell’s animals,
They are more equal than the people.
So neither the bird
Nor the tree branch can rest again.
Categories:
nomenclatures, patriotic, political, satire, people,
Form: Didactic
“doter” is one of those words
that just makes you wanna smile---
why, you ask?
well, whenever the word originated,
it had, like all words, some meaning
bestowed upon it, or it was used in
some manner which bestowed that
meaning intrinsically---
regardless of the HOW of word
origin (don’t need to get into that now),
the fact remains that this word in
question,
was devised by someone with a good
sense of humor.
go ahead, get online right now
(as if you all aren’t 24/7 connected
anyway) & go to dictionary.com
(not to be thought of as an advertisement
of the site)---
search the word “doter” &
you’ll find two definitions (1,2) of its use
when using it as a verb---
1-“expressing love or fondness habitually”
2-“TO SHOW A DECLINE OF MENTAL
FACULTIES”---
so, if you know someone (or if you are
that someone) who walks around worshiping
the ground that someone walks on,
if you are in effect, their little love slave,
or if perhaps, you prefer the less pristine
nomenclatures “*****-whipped” or
“cock owned,” then you know a doter &
ya can’t buy moments like this---
great stuff.
great stuff.
Categories:
nomenclatures, life, love,
Form: Free verse
The force behind life,
The poise behind this laughter,
The cross behind my enemies,
The moist in my life,
The voice that leads the way,
The boss my heart obeys,
The abode of my soul,
A finesse well installed,
More than pure jade that glitters,
A force to be reckoned with,
Evil forces he degrades,
His beckon I reckon,
A beacon which my life seeks after,
Bacon my lives on,
Music I must dance to,
His footsteps I must follow,
He must be revealed unto science,
But my arts have picked on him,
Who is life's force,
Who is our soul's only source,
Who is all sovereign without no
clause,
Nor can you bind him with your many
Nomenclatures,
No,
Because He is our Sovereign GOD,
Our SHALOM.
Categories:
nomenclatures, devotion,
Form: Ode