Nursery Rhymes Only Contest - sponsored by Eve Roper
To Eve’s winning contestants, I write this poem for you.
I have read each one and commented till I am blue.
You won’t see them there however.
I’ve been getting an error forever.
Your nursery rhymes are clever, cute, unique, and precious.
It is the comment fields that are the most treacherous.
So know I have read and do wish you congrats!
My non-existent comments will skew your stats.
It’s “Error!” “Error!” “Error!”
I am a “System 500” starer.
Where is that IT repairer?
Should I cross my fingers or say a prayer?
She looked into my eyes,
I looked into her eyes,
Right then my voyage started
through her eyes;
Down and down,
through her feelings,
up to her heart,
however, I couldn't feel her heart beat,
but the heat,
Her heart was still warm enough,
Yet, the situation I was in was tough,
I saw some old broken pieces of feelings
left from the early loves,
And I did understand
they were some technical problems;
Also, the need, she did acknowledge
And luckily I had technical knowledge
She answered without hesitation...
Her pride is beneath her feet....
She humble herself and conquered her fears...
Her scar makes her strong..
The wicked soul of a man is her ringtone...
A long night forgotten..
The unfulfilled promises with unbearable pains..
Betrayal makes her hate the other gender..
Her heart is shattered she is now tattered without a wrapper her naked body in anguished...
Her breast dangled her weist wiggle..
She loosen herself for her lover and now she is battered her heart is scattered with bittered remembered.. She curses the moment which she moan in pleasure and closed her eyes in honour..
She lament!!
Her pieces is beyond repair..
Years gone by, she searches for a repairer but found many damagers pushing so hard to taste the tasteless forbidding..
Above most Wele, unmade maker
My architect and, my own repairer
Hauler of my spare parts, my contraption of life
Quota of my breath, controller of my edges
No reason to bolt the beak, no reason to gather my feathers
I chirp all the day in melodies, flapping my wings like men dance
Leave alone the crow and vulture, you make me soar high
Quota of my breath, controller of my edges
Now am above sixty, you’ve re-pared repaired and prepared me
Sustained me at the peaked ice, survived me of the thicket storms
Strengths and efforts you renewed, and sustained my waiting
Quota of my breath, controller of my edges
Thank you lord for prowess, the flights and conceals
Thank you lord for sharp, resolutions of my eyes
Am not the crow that caws, in squeaky chirps I thank
Quota of my breath, controller of my edges
Build up thy WALL,
repairer of the breach.
The enemy of thy soul is searching,
a gap within reach.
Watchmen upon the tower,
sound the call.
Keep your CITY from burning,
lest your city fall.
Enter through the old GATE,
the Lord's day is close at hand.
Guard your heart and mind from malice,
become a mighty warrior, make your stand.
O America the beautiful,
cornerstone strong.
A HOUSE made of straw,
will soon implode and fall.
yes I did it! my sister hates me now
it wasnt mine, but used it anyhow
Rode it to the park raced it with boys I knew
towards the park gates, went over not through
sorry I bent the fork on your bike
I took it to the repairer who said "never again be right"
tell you what I will do, will clean your car for a month,
hope that will stop your mood, stop you from getting the hump.
Penned 17 March 2016
Have you ever felt so empty
That you know not what you want
A feeling that keeps you thinking
Why every hurt is your fault
Such emotional and mental depletion
Which keeps heaping anvils on the head
Thinking about everything, but nothing
Then sad waters begin to shed
I say, for i feel
I feel it so deep in my marrows
I feel it heavily and cannot think
All i feel is, heart of sorrows
I can hear them now
Those voices in my ears
They are getting larger now
But i feel no fears
It shall all be well
At least a comforting answer
To relieve me from the heart that fell
The heart which broke and had no repairer
The voices, they tell me
"End it all, free your soul from this body
The soul has no pain to feel
At peace: nothing about which to worry."
I rejoice at the solution
But then, my soul would be more sad
For after the persuaded soul-elevation
Many hearts will go bad
So now i lie on the shores
The Ocean and the land
Fate, are you keeping me
Or should i bid them, GOOD-BYE
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