Christ
Having
Realised
Incarnation
Shared
Total
Mortality
And
Sovereignty
Season
Triggers
Abundant
Rejoicing
Saviour
Has
Indeed
Now
Embraced
Sinners
Birth
Reminds
Immanuel's
Gracious
Heart
This
Lovely
Yuletide
5th December 2022
For Bobby May's "Christmas" contest
Categories:
riggers, christmas, jesus, love, world,
Form: Acrostic
Heart tells me to
Ease when I am
Anxious and
Relaxes me
Tactically through soothing rhythms
Triggers hormones
Relatively with the assistance of brain
Understands my plight
Tempts me to dance and
Hushes my emotions..!!
My heart knocks fervently
So that I would open the hutch
and let it flutter free..
Enticing me often to go
for a waltz with my partner,
swaying in his arms hours together;
Pounding thumps compose music and
convinces me to perform salsa & duet .
The erogenous zones creates goosebumps
and tickles the sensual nerves;
Tantalizes belly for a boogie woogie,
And my foot taps the tiles below continually
yearning for a jazz ,
as lyrical swing guides our delicate body
with fluid movements
expelling rhythmic joy.....!!!
Aug 3 ,2020
Note:Heart Truth poetry Contest.(N/A)
Note2: Submitting to Strand Completely New (21) ,
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest.
Categories:
riggers, anxiety, emotions, heart, truth,
Form: Free verse
Venom secreting minds on a constant attack on each other
Endless malice with revenge taking turns over and over again
No tolerance for peace as violence rules all intent
Death toll, a significant signature to this feud
Enveloping affecting regions with dark clouds of so much hatred
Triggers so little, producing a stadium of blood bath
Throwing love to the gutter to build selfishness, ego and greed
At the end, humanity stands the greatest loser.
Categories:
riggers, emotions, life, violence, wisdom,
Form: Acrostic
They denude our glory
Like bananas without peels.
They traded our holds
To hungry hawking men.
Kicked away our pride
Like the FIFA ball.
Threw away our honor
Like heavy discus disk.
Scattered all our pillars.
Hammered down our fence.
They rob us of our human rights
Before our opened eyes.
Murdered our morals.
Darkened our dreams.
Suffer poor and innocent.
Blood letting behind curtains.
They praise themselves
All day and night.
They hail themselves
As hero men.
#thieves, #murderers, #hypocrates,
#looters, #riggers, #terrorists,
#betrayers, #liars etc...
Categories:
riggers, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.
The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected
The two other estates of the realm
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.
The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show no shame;
You can't show what you don't have.
And so nothing works anymore.
Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.
The the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.
Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.
Categories:
riggers, angst, patriotic, political, social,
Form: Blank verse
New Orleans
The buildings rise from the horizon in the morning sun,
and the city begins to wake
as the scent of creole-style gumbo
rises from the streets.
In the distance, the Mississippi teems,
alive with a thousand variety of fish
as the steamboats, oil riggers, and
ships move inland.
To the port of New Orleans, children take the ferry
with their parents and wave hello
from the windows of omnibuses
and chat of the weather.
In the daylight, the city traffic creeps at a slow pace
as people rush to and fro,
Taxis honk in the streets as bicycles rush beneath the lights
and along the sidewalks.
Young couples sip cafe lattes at the local coffee shop
as grandmothers and grandfathers take their
grandchildren to the aquarium.
I am a spectator to all these events,
a solemn witness in pen and ink, and
I think there is a commonality
in this walk of life.
Categories:
riggers, adventurecity,
Form: Prose Poetry
Whither those songs of patriotism
Of which they so freely spoke?
They new-breeds have been fully clad
In old and worn-out costumes
The rickety customs are on the thrive!
Surely we are in a new heaven:
There many things must be amiss,
The old chant-songs of undue death,
Of rigorous riggers and their thugs,
Of vagabonds, vandals and more!
Where are the voters?
Those sands of men whose presence
Have been acknowledged in today’s books?
Voters indeed: they were there!
Isn’t today like former days?
Categories:
riggers, satireold, old,
Form: I do not know?