Life changes in a twinkle of an eye;
Naira notes of low value seems high.
One billion naira in bank-: thousand birds in bush,
One thousand naira at hand-: billion get caught with a push.
It doesn't matter the FLOAT in your account,
What matters is the available handy amount.
It doesn't matter how much,
But the little one and its touch.
It doesn't matter if charges are bearable,
What such pains speak are unbearable.
It doesn't matter if you last five hours on queue-
What UNABLE TO DISPENSE cum turn subdue!
POS attendants are seen growing wings,
But they can't fly with MONEY PURCHASED stings.
Bankers hands are off the cause of scarcity,
Opposite CBN directives to circulate off adversity.
Blame should be on who for this loud whistle?
What's on everyone's wrists more than an epistle.
To traders selling cash to POS attendants,
Thanks for been such good assistants.
Living in the world of OPPOSITE at the moment...
Should not make the wrong people an atonement¡
2023 mad
I’m a POS
I have killed I have hurt
I have felt the flames
Awaiting for me
When I die
There’s no way in saving me
For evil inside me survived
I walk the streets and people stare
They can feel the evil from me
As they point and stare
Hide every one and lock your doors
I hurt everyone that I see
I can take away your laughter and joy
I am scum I am evil
I have pushed people away
I have hurt people I love
I’m a POS
I have killed I have betrayed
The ones I love
No one wants to be near me
When I die the people will rejoice
That POS is gone burning in hell
He made that choice
I’m a POS
Only time will tell
When I will be sent to the depths of hell
I will pay for all my sins
Burning in hell
Suffering never ends
I deserve what awaits me
In the flames of Hell
It is raining cats and dogs so I am watching movies in 3D,
and at the same time listening to some old tunes on my CD !
Was watching on my huge television a documentary on AA,
followed by a very boring, like snoring boring one on the MLA !
I really was quite enjoying a remarkable program on PAWS,
until a power failure resulted in a message saying call POS !
So, now I am reading several books (at the same time BTW,)
and on hold with the cable company trying to find their ETA !
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March 26, 2021
Poetry/Couplet/Rainy Day Blues
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1341-891-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Acronyms In Couplets
sponsor, L Milton Hankins, Judged 04/11/2021
Fourth Place
Your Available Heart Balance: 200.00
Pending Transaction(s): 1
MERCHANT: Year 2020
POS:
$120.00 - The Death of my mom
$15.00- Struggles with alcoholism
$10.50 - Body pain due to being overweight
$59.99 - The loss of my companion cat
$8.99 - Daily work struggles
TOTAL: 214.48
ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ATTENTION!
Your heart has been over drafted.
Year 2020 has taken everything from you.
Good night, sweet prince.
i got thinking
of all the
drinks
that killed
thoughts
locked in
brain cells
it's a fine line
it's genocide
a grey area of
grey matter a
matter of fact
the barbed wire
wrapped and worn
around my head
jesus by no means
a crown of thorns
more orna
mental
not a
keep
sake
just a
means
of trying
to stop pos
sible thoughts
from escaping
but the ones
that are con
fined in mind
are visually
enigmatic
and i should
not see
them so in turn
they turn into
the words of
the script of
the movie
stalag
seven
teen
Cornelia’s Red Vest
Cornelia Chipmunk wears a red vest
Without it she feels pos-i-tive-ly undressed
It has thirteen pockets and twenty-one zippers
And fastens in front with some Velcro-like grippers
These pockets can hold all kinds of odd things
Like shoelaces, pencils, and bright plastic rings,
Gum wrappers, pine cones, paper clips, too
Why, there’s nine fuzzy socks – 4 turquoise, 5 blue
Ribbons and nuts and bark from a tree
Some rocks, shiny buttons, a big purple pea.
She stacks them all up in the back of her nest
And goes to sleep thinking she loves her red vest.
Sprake vs Skrywe
‘n Geskrewe woord kan nie vergaan, sal altyd sigbaar bly.
Maar hy wat nou die woord kan hoor, kan waarneem wat jy voel.
Die letter deur die oog gesien kry later eers sy doel.
Waar mondelings gesprekke vloei - sal die siel sy pasmaat kry
Want onpersoonlik koud en kul is woorde op papier:
Geen oogkontak, geen liggaamstaal, slegs twee-dimensioneel
Te maklik om dit uit te laat en te vinnig om te deel
word srywe, e-pos, SMS gesels se nuutste gier
Waar ons verbale wisselwerk die wonder laat gebeur
Groei siel-tot-siel uit mond-tot-mond; ‘n Liefde kan nou bot…
Want in die begin was daar die Woord, en Hy was self ook God
Teenwordig in ons kuiertjie kan Hy ons woord verwerp of keur
Slegs dan is dit wat binne in die siel en hart aangaan
Gelyk in tempo, en in pas, met die woorde van jou maat.
Want dialoog is almal s’n, en almal kan dit praat
Maar ‘n warm woord van jou na my – Maak dat ek jou verstaan
I realize limitation
Is an illusion.
My destiny is without
Boundary.
Looking,
Beyond death. Beyond the periphery
Eternal Incarceration
Cosmic chaos is cooking...
Infinite combinations
In infinite situations
Attuned yet unaware,
A universe of oppositions
Frequency and energy
Space, matter
A spiraling dichotomy.
an ascending epiphany.
11-27-14
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Besides our promise
brother in arms
incarcerate – divide us
mentally inside us
with us – in our company
killing time – they waste our lives
Poison our present – sabotage sanity
but friendship survives
and as long as we are both alive
brother in arms
a promise will never die.
end.
10/17/07 for kJ
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denial of humanity
what kind of game do you play?
what kind of vehicle does it drive?
never will this disappoint
What will you find, is it toxic
or alive?
Will it fall short of expectations?
Nameless woman in my hands now dies
Timing is everything and she won’t help
The horse I ride never goes inside
It sprays and it poisons
And it wires me till the end of the ride.
end
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What's it sell.
Cheap answers, to deep questions
Hope for heaven, and fear of hell
Have morality forced, the mythology?
Divorced! Mob mentality, illegally coursed
Intoxicated fatality, humility, or worse.
An excuse, an explanation, recited, rehearsed.
All it takes is the right pathology
To corrupt the innocent ,
and deflower them first.
The old spider fly Analogy
Meets the old family curse.
end
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Ignominious consecrations - Arise.
Through tainted, synoptic eyes
With condescending erroneous lies
Despicable temptations - tease and denies
My nemesis creation,
insatiable appetites are no excuse
Rationalizations
A pernicious fight, senseless; a tightening noose
Ridiculous questions, insidious addictions
Perspectives; painful views of captive
Suicidal intentions
Dauntless drug-use & countless late nights
A senseless tightening noose
Abject & lost in the rinse
An insincere truth, a pernicious fight
Without sense, squandered youth
Enslaved without any rights.
END
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Aunque tu no me ames yo siempre te amaré
aunque me desprecies yo siempre te quedré
y si llegas a irte lejos de mi yo te esperaré
pues aunque tu no lo sepas yo siempre te cuidaré
Se que la vida ha sido algo cruel contigo
que en el pasado por mi culpa has perdido amigos
y por mi nombre muchos reproches has conseguido
pero aun asi mi amor por ti yo siempre he retenido
Quizas piensas que caminar conmigo no valga la pena
y te gustaria hacer como antes enseñando media pierna
pero recuerda que para mi tu eres una reina
solo ven en pos de mi que querida niña tierna
Pues solo en mi encontraras la felicidad que necesitas
solo bajo las alas de mi amor podras secar esas lagrimitas
pues el dolor que ahora sientes nadien mas te lo quita
solo mi amor que por ti a diario aclama y grita.
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name any poem you posted this week
pos n neg sort out the egg,
the art of contemplating,
the other part, the one of neg,
it's been there since creation:)
define the neg,
reduce its size,
till for pos-itive it,
begs,
arrives,
self initiation,
comes alive,
and stands upon new legs.
thanks bl d-s. NEUTRAL
Don Johnson
bl devnath
re pos n neg...
your verse was instrumental,
the puppeter did well,
the fool was forced to produce,
the words of the short spell....
thanks babe...Don
Do you know I am
not dissin' you when I write
stuff I call haiku?
Soup makes me pick form
and sometimes that's only one
makes any sense 'tall.
Anyhow respect
(like, muchly) peops who study
and try to perfect.
I do things my way.
I like that others do things
otherly than me.
Now, here's the thing... if
one of the pos I haikued
placed in serious
contest, I would doubt
what the scene was all about.
Yak haiku has place
but serious trumps.
Some brilliant lines goin' down
thanks to the poets.
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