In a stock of darkness
Lies stack of woods
Woods from trees barkness.
The odourful scent of woods eludes
You are in "agbo" factory.
There the bearer
Mixes,cooks 'n' boils bark.
Until Wood's weakness draws nearer.
While in this he sings slylark.
After meeting with the fire
Mr woods comes with liquid,
Debrised wood,in container wire.
"Agbo" factory
A world of bitterness
Your escape dares not
Safe you put your taste to halt.
Then you escape the repugnant taste lit.
Agbo factory.
A world of bitterness
Taste it 'n' you run to candy
With squeezed desires if sweetness
Be patient twill in belle shine.
After that,comes joy 'n' relief.
Something bitter always must
Come for something bitter to arrive.
Categories:
odourful, africa,
Form: Didactic
On the streets, mothers grilled guttersnipes,
Not to squeeze runny nose and runaway,
Perchance met by chance,
Sangfroid song is sang by heart,
Just an air breath of dare devil juvenile hector,
A furious broom, soaked inside grub of soil,
And chased until bedaub with blessed syrup,
On the contrary, likely dumped the grim green on the
street,
While keeping odourful astonishment long after,
Some swore that ground should open.
May not tell if lives in a hovel or cave,
A scary terror fleet flit streets stinking bum of the
underworld,
Possessor of all waste, his living chamber are painted
With umber dung with dumber grey and dummy dawn,
Shower rumble and wet sickening dapple flower,
Crawling vine holdsway and stranglehold,
Blood sucking vampire pods looking unhealthy,
And bobbing Piranhas in his muddy crystal ball
aquarium,
Fed soft wobbly creatures with no nose, nonsense and
eyesores,
While Dung Beetles are the beloved pets.
Categories:
odourful, time
Form: Free verse