Memes mined
By Heck
We all whined
All thanks to tech
Should be opined
What the feck
Life is a grind
On others check
Don’t be unkind
Only takes a sec
Clouds silver lined
But crowds have a peck
On weak dined
Even a speck
Don’t be blind
Bullies an emotional wreck
Plays with their mind
Then hit the deck
Should be enshrined
Life can be a trek
We’re all entwined
So on spec
Love should find
Even just a fleck
Good times shined
So wind in your neck
Breathy, voice-shed
Or as soft
Aromatic, aloft
Seeps its way
This love in bloom's
Joint opined
(Hand in hand, shoot-entwined)
"Perfect day!"
FUENTES OPINED
WOMEN GULAGS BE CONSIGNED
NICK HAS LOST HIS MIND
Still hope we can cope
With the nope
Don’t give a damn plan
From that Tandoori tan
Obscene Tangerine dope
Jackanory Mandarin Man
That trope..like to be Pope
Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope
To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope
Just give Mr Grope enough Rope
Opined women..a frump
If they mind.. some bump & grind
Half inching while pinching their rump
The darkness descends
Besotted with anything cosseted
Rotted or garrotted by design
But sign on the dotted line
Raise a 'Stein" of wine
Knaves..slaves.. saved
From the craze & blaze
Of this moral maze & haze
Extinguished by depraved waves
From distinguished graves
Denies his demise is nigh
Popularity sky high he lies
Bliss as the remiss abyss
Of hiss and diss ends
Thanks to a sly bit of
Wry Fab Four rapport
No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye
Off with his head the French might have said
Cos we've read we'll get by instead
With a little help from his (dead) friends
Anne Frank's earthly life, coldly cut short,
yet, in our hearts and minds, she always lives,
as, it seems, her spirit no one could thwart,
nor the humanity her message gives.
Sorry if I misrepresent the words
that emerged from her brave and precious pen.
I note it was not her who spoke of herds,
and said, with conviction, "never again".
Yet, I know it was this young girl who said,
the grownup world, her lesson, to impart,
speaking to our shared conscience as we read,
when she opined, "people are good at heart."
I wonder what this special girl would say
to young Palestinian girls today.
As you paint your songs with colours divine
And words you so assiduously mined
You leave me standing breathlessly behind
Your visceral emotion hypnotically opined.
Mesmerising destructive bewitching my soul
Wreckingly angelic your voice takes its toll
And leaves me in wonder at feelings you extoll
And tears into pieces the form that once was whole
Just wrap me in your exquisite tones tonight...
Recently, the President-elect
showed a noticeable lack of respect
when he opined that "Wouldn't it be great
if Canada became the fifty-first state?"
I have a proposal for the President-elect
and forgive me if I am less than circumspect.
Instead of imposing your country on us,
let America become a Canadian province!
That way, all Americans would get universal health-care,
as opposed to your system which is grossly unfair.
And say what you want about our flaws,
but at least we have strict gun control laws.
(And on that point -
although I know you don't care -
mass shootings in Canada
are extremely rare.)
Also, here in the land of Northern Lights,
we have respect for women's reproductive rights.
Yes, Mr. President-elect,
I know my country is not perfect,
but, unlike you,
we know a thing or two,
about respect.
I walk down life’s road
All to see and to be
To bear my alloted load
To give for free or to charge a fee
To pen every masterful ode
As authentically as can only be me
To see and to be seen
To learn and to teach
To be apprentice and to be dean
To bequeath and to reach
That the shine and sheen from where I’ve been
May inspire each and herald a good preach
To do good and to faint not
Is not without the temptation to be weary
To painstakingly write to then blot
Be far from my schedule and diary
Never to tell of only how close I got
But to enter my rest truly and surely
To eat of the good of the land
To match the seasons with readiness
To increase as the grains of sand
In Godliness, in count, in business
And that mastery stays in head and hand
A second nature so effortless
To keep my mind on my matter
And where it matters others to mind
To stay clear of the chatter meant to flatter
And seek what is virtuous to find
And only wisdom and life to utter
That it may be well where I opined
K. Muitherero
Today I was awakened by those of media,
Who loudly speak above all the rest.
Conveying thoughts that they were burdened,
By those who failed to pass their test.
They opined with a great volume,
With vocal passion to be heard.
As if theirs was the greatest truth,
And any others was just absurd.
These statements were rooted to sport,
Involving some history and their trade.
While some were viewed as foolhardy,
Though others were just simply made.
Yet through all the gossip and rhetoric,
The players involved are verbally maligned.
Where they needed a fresh new start,
Or they were weighted without anything kind.
This began the free-agency free-for-all,
When dollars exchange more than common sense.
As lives and families are uprooted and moving,
To new geographies, whether offense or defense.
Perceptions don’t budge,
as we judge the judge,
who opined against,
we marked as a taint.
We too ink the void
and are oft decoyed,
by patterns of old,
we’ve not put on hold.
There’s nothing to seek,
for each wave’s unique,
flowing as ordained,
till love is ingrained.
It is the last stage after years of school and plays.
From incipiency, a school asserts obeying the rule.
Echoes of the core argument resonate and sway.
Spending days indoors, assuming we're at school.
This temperamental roller coaster is the final scene.
My bachelor's wheeling and dealing was fruitful.
This cutthroat degree disrupts any irksome routine.
Words for graduation will be brain pages, useful.
They retract what they said around you on grad day.
On that day, got a ring and opined carat was useless.
Diploma Day hits with a shock, nothing above to say.
Graduation left you with memories to be excuseless.
Imagine the meadow where you struck the spark.
I gaze at my son, tears of joy and pride, an honor mark.
Written: March 10, 2023
Graduation Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
he panted heavily
muscles twitching in his naked body
running frenzied, without looking back,
he shouted, “He is after me.... my life”
a rip roaring cry....!
the traffic halted
pedestrians stopped
people from shops came out
women through curtained windows peeped
children stopped their play
“so drunk”.... a man murmured
“A crack”.... someone shouted
“coming right after an orgy”
sneered, an oldie...
“pity on him...! Take him to an asylum”
one gentleman suggested.
he needs help, majority opined
‘nab this plague’, the moral police quipped
what is he running from...?
an assailant....?
corona virus....?
his own phantom...?
two sane men staying,
at a corner wondered.
they had masks on their face
“must be a health worker”..!
one of them said...
“yes, the subtle nuances of a cracked mind”
the other agreed!
as the scene on the road,
had grown into a high voltage drama,
dissensions grew and multiplied!
March.10. 2023
~Placed Second~
Cracked Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
A fiddler and a frog once met one eve
by a small shallow pool near to the sea;
each one attracted by a mating sign.
The crab was wading lazy in the brine;
the frog just had a feast of flies for tea.
Neither meant the other to deceive.
"You have, dear sir, a truly mighty claw."
opined the ardent frog; "I could not help
but notice as you waved it in the air."
"Well, well, dear frog, you have a voice so rare
it full stopped short my forage in the kelp."
Weighed in the crab, "from such a wondrous jaw."
Said crab. "I'd like to dance if you would sing,
Perhaps a little shanty or a jig?"
Croaked frog "the moon is full, the night is young."
All night the fiddler and the frog, they swung;
of differences, they didn't give a fig;
the two; they simply had a harmless fling.
The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Date wrote: 20th January 2023
Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined
The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring
Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting
You're the reason my pen came out of retirement
Because your gracefulness brought back my element.
I would have said "kurukuru" ( cloud ) has covered my orbs
But I saw you and you turned open my door knobs;
It was like seeing an "egbin" (antelope) in its gaity form,
Orekelewa whose beauty intoxicates like the persian rum;
They who opined that the beautiful are still unborn,
Walahi I wonder if they thought your beauty can be undone;
When you walk with the gracefulness of an "Ife Olori" ( Ife queen)
All heads turn to take in thy African glory.
Duduyemi Orosun whose melanin shimmers even in darkness,
Even the angels smile and their hearts are filled with gladness!
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