Too many followers checking up on me noone seems to just let me be in my zone all alone I run with a pack now on my phone lone wolf no more walking from store to store to fill a hole I can't restore at anytime I'm triggered more can you believe the stories I tell ? or will they send me off to hell? I'm just open and blowing off steam I used to have a dream team P.I.C partners in crime where can they be ? Oh yes I stress one was shot at a hotel other one has simply fell off the face of the earth and won't reach out I'm simply cursed of having no friends who stick around as long as I got me then I'm safe and sound .
"Watch out for these two! A disastrous inferno" - quote by poet.
Talk about the definition of trouble!
Two people tainted with potent toxicity.
As if either of the two isn't bad enough.
Such up-to-no-good partners in crime
Walking down a crooked primrose path.
Keep a sizeable distance from them!
They're a fire and gasoline twosome;
An oil and water combination, no doubt.
Think of a Bonnie and Clyde dynamic.
Think a film noir femme-fatale...
And a malleable, meek private eye.
Oh, the twisted mind games they play;
It's a constant game of one-upmanship
And manipulation against one another.
Did I mention they rob and kill, too?
Maybe they don't know, my pen
We've been crafting before my age of ten.
We've been friends for quite a long time
You and Ayinde- Partners in crime;
Together We've written about love and hate,
About true inspirations, and ideas we contemplate.
Koda, we wrote about life and it's tribulations
And it's manual that has no stipulations;
We wrote about cool, falling springs
About imaginary eden with roses and swings.
We wrote about the eclipse that just reoccured,
We're so gifted even Shakespeare concurred;
We did write 'bout an okin from Offaland,
And only those in the bloopers will understand.
We wrote about oppression and corruption,
And about a land of plenty, with no'ing for consumption;
Thousands of poems, performed in the African Hall,
With you and I, gracing the geography laboratory hall.
We are inseparable my dear bamboo pen,
Who made me an oracle amongst men.
We're a lot like two circus girls
Who can only dream of ruling the world.
We're partners in crime,
But not in the sense that we "do time."
I'll be the harlequin sweetheart,
If you be the green activist who just had to quit.
While we let the good times roll,
The rest of 'em will just have to deal with it.
We're a lot like two famous criminals,
Who only want what's best for themselves.
We're women with such wisdom and strength.
No one can ever put out this light.
they have been there
together no matter the cost
they are partners in crime
their best friends
the day of love is when
they confessed their love
that day they became lovers
on that day of love
?I was born a dreamer day and night
Pens and papers- my partners in crime
Touch not my accomplices or you will die
Solitude is my outer space
An inch of a letter is my piece
An inch of a word is my peace
Put me back to earth and you'll see me in distress
Hope and dreams both reside in me
One has patience while the latter grows wings
Hope is that feeling that sees me through
Dreams are cherished ideas in different hues!
Does hope intermingle in dreams among beds of flowers?
Does time let hope hide within it hours?
Or do dreams soar at night and gain some powers?
Or does hope hum as those honey bees sing?
Or are dreams born in the spring?
Does hope trudge along a rugged trail?
Or do my dreams soar on a dragons tail?
Or will hope allow me not to fail?
Or will my dreams be broken by the wind that tosses
my sail?
Will hope then pick up those broken pieces?
And join all of those dreams floating in shards
And pat my dreams and put me to bed?
Or when I awake my hope and dreams be
As thick as partners in crime instead!
25.11.22
Under the cover of night, a major mission.
The self-assured plot and scheme did not fail
because it was not well planned and executed.
Nor did the affair backfire due to neglect.
The people, dressed in their religion and politics,
unified themselves and became partners in crime.
Betrayal and manipulation were lovers of the
night, as corruption and hate ruled the day.
The timing was a matter of providence, and the wicked
perpetrators were more blind than they were ignorant
of matters most essential. Their spiritual blindness
flooded their nobility and orchestrated their failure.
The plotters did not know that the death of the
accused would be, not the end of their worries
about their power and status. Rather, it would be
the doom of everything they sought to accomplish.
The players were mere mortals being manipulated by
a sinister and evil master who OVERPLAYED HIS HAND.
I have never heard it better said than this: "Had they
known it, they would not have crucified The Lord of Glory"*.
111322PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol. 33, Edward Ibeh
Title/Theme chosen: #4, Overplayed Hand.
*1 Corinthians 2:8. 2P
A friendship like this
Will not be dismissed
It won’t become tired
Their bond will persist
Two little blonde dolls
I’ve watched them evolve
They’re young ladies now
Who started out small
Cute partners in crime
They love making slime
And snuggle at night
No knowledge of time
Free spirited souls
Many hearts, they hold
Best friends for life
Love never gets old
Magpie and Crow Thieves
quarters disappear
dimes and nickels gone too
people are accused
magpie and crow laugh
their collection is growing
partners in crime
grandmother sleeps
she has made a mistake
her ring is in nest
Situation inside Pakistan and India
Investigating agencies Police and underworld
They show they are three
They are not three two
They are united and one
They are friends and relatives
They are siblings under the table
They are enemies of the cross...
Note.Their God is their desire and their glory is their greed and their minds are set on fire to hurt People...
We are always together, We are one of a kind,
Three words describe us, Partners in Crime!!!
My soul has been fed and nourished once more.
I now count my blessings as 2020 heads for the door.
This year has been a challenge but it has opened my eyes.
I am another year older and another year wise.
My relationship with life has now been renewed.
I will put aside the bad and focus on the good that’s accrued.
We all have a choice in how we react.
Next year will be grand, this is my new pact.
I have my wife and my boys they are my partners in crime.
We still have our health and my life is sublime.
I can see the sun as it rises, another day has now come.
I raise my heart up to God along with my thumb.
I’m thankful for life, it has really been a treat.
Thank you, dear Jesus for making me complete.
You have my love, my gratitude and every smile.
Thank you for your amazing gift and making life worthwhile.
December 6, 2020
Your Soul in 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, diabolical )
Halloween Night
Halloween is never an alien moment for those who love to trick or treat
a caricature face painted in caked blood and fangs is an aim to scare
Donning superman capes they go door to door with cautionary meet
masked like vampires, a closed mouthed muffle in gist says, we care
Trickery can be fatal done in mindless chatter and spittle of BOO
we don't want to face abduction of childhood thrills, so better not ignore
Paralyzed by fear can be good or bad this is a circumstance of new Halloween it up partners in crime but keep a distance don't abhor
Feasting on candy day succeeding all good, but wear a mask for me
diabolical ways are subtle a masked bandit is a welcome sight to see.
October 30, 2020
Sponsor Name: Emile Pinet
Contest Name: Halloween Challenge
What’s that ticking on the wall
Beating under the floor boards
Is that clock up to no good again
Is that a heart cut out and hidden
Someone is listening under cover
For sins committed in the dark
By sinister lovers pretty and fowl
Down and done in the private study
Partners in crime at this hour kiss
In the library where danger lurks
A quiet place for reading books
Not murder which is sure to hurt
Powers lurk after midnight mischief
Bright young faces reflect dim light
On mirrors that look but do not touch
Secrets revealed but kept incognito
Someone small with dimples soft crawls
From beneath his covers white and clean
Inquires of mom and dad directly please
Can I have a cup of water and a story
Parents should never lie to their children in bed
About cut out hearts stuffed under floor boards
All stories should begin with once upon a time
And end with living happily ever after them
Wish I had met you at another time.
Whenever you walked by, my blood turned cold.
As young kids, we were just partners in crime.
The beating of your heart never got old.
Please take me back to the long September,
I don’t know how I ever let you go?
You said that you’ve once loved me, remember?
We were confused and just went with the flow.
It’s too bad that I’m already married.
My heart was destroyed, so I just moved on.
I trusted you, but you left me buried.
I gave you one more chance, but you were gone.
If you wanted a good guy, then goodbye;
I’ll be laughing at you until you die.
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