I’m falling, falling for you, entangled
in your crisp and shapeliness, newfangled
light and heaviness. Underneath I hide
the quiver of my chin, where smiles reside.
Innocence plays upon my lips, cerise,
the color of the maple, of Maurice —
you see i try to please all of my friends,
too many to count, to many attend.
I used to climb each limb - each branch and lean
into the lemonshine, the ground unseen.
The scent of caramel, burnt sugar, spice.
Nay - likely ice-cold rain and paradise.
The frond is gone, the hoar frost near of heart.
The soar, light whip of float - the eye in part
travels with wind and scent. The boa wrap,
variegated color — I take a nap.
Snow-white bungalow - an arctic igloo.
I must be rescued - ash soot up the flue.
Serendipity through the heap.
I’d been dreaming - up through the leaves I leap.
8/3/2021
An interesting Couplet
Sponsor: Funom Makama
The representation of the leg
fall too short when compared
to attributes above the waist
or that region of booty fame
gams extending to the foot
both the curves and the straight
attribution of delight
to the review of the eyes
the shapeliness that few deny
when honesty is applied
the delight of verity
only damned by devil’s lies
these edifice of angel’s breadth
recognized by vision’s bliss
defying nature in good jest
with perfection of the leg.
Then Wele Khakaba turned and spoke thus
True beauty is everlasting; temporary beauty is dust and is for a time
Thy judgment of beauty is an error
For thy yardsticks are looks, appearances, effects and proportions
Thy verdict of beauty is a mistake and booboo
For thy scale is shapeliness, loveliness of build and belle tournure
Thy conclusion is warped and misrepresented
For thy measure is physical charm, curvaceousness and sexiness
It is earthly delicateness, cuteness and earnestly cunningness
All earthly beauty is human makeups and cosmetics,
They are lip rouge, nail polish, greasepaint, clown white and mascara
True beauty is eternal
True beauty is what Wele Khakaba creates
I create for glory and for beauty that transcends
I do garnish the creation with preciousness
I create and do crown it with royalty
To show the peoples and the princes the essence of beauty
All my creations are fair to look on
Murumwa, one thing thou should have asked of me
That will thou seek after
That ye may dwell in the house of perfect elegance and delight
All the days of thy life
To behold the beauty of the Creator of creators
And to inquire in his sanctuary
Beauty is lovely, attract'ness
Beauty is good looks, prettiness
Beauty is exq'site, gorgeousness
Beauty is splendor, ador'ness
Beauty is mag'ficence, swankness
Beauty is sexy, seduct'ness
Beauty is elegance, graceness
Beauty is artistry, charmness
Beauty is style, savoir-faireness
Beauty is symm'try, shapeliness
From beauty to beauty
A beautiful spouse is a journey to nowhere
A journey from beauty of the naked eye
To beauty of perpetual plea with the Maker
Here in this world of deceitful existence
In squalor she is the joy of your sorrow
In opulence she is the sorrow of your joy
Squalor and opulence double edged they are
She enjoys her beauty in your joy and sorrow
If you marry her as your Morning Glory
She may wither in the drying sun of want
If you win her heart as a cherished treasure
Millionaires may dig gold in your house
If you elope her due to her shapeliness
Immediately start constant prayer journey;
Reciting, “In the names of the Father,
And of the Son and of the Holy Spirit”
Ask the Lord to seal your Owl-like eyes;
And to wax your Donkey-like ears
Pray your plastic mouth be shut up for good
Invoke the Maker for grace to enjoy darkness
But if you marry her as divine pearl
You will ride together winds of bliss
The stormy sea you will face together
Till death do you part to infinite light
Dear sharpener ,
You are not my twin,
but you let me drive-in.
I give you all pleasure,
but I care not on my measure.
You give me shapeliness and make me sharp,
now i am a modern day harp.
I enjoy the way you spin and play ,
hope you stay with me all day.
Even if you blades strip my skin apart,
I wouldn't mind because its all you have got.
Sorry for screwing you , my stupid fellow !
Thank me for seducing you from below.
I tickle you with my lead sparkles,
and wreck my lead head with a crackle !
Love,
Pencil.
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