Master, you look dreadful.
Giving cold shoulders, second nature.
Posture slacking, worn clothes.
Bloodshot eyes fade into the background.
A change in gravity, pulling with all its might.
No more tears left to leave stains.
An avalanche interrupting my tranquility.
An unoriginal copy, just a mannequin.
Heavens, master.
You’re not singing.
Amidst the icy fortress of solitude,
snow and ice reign down.
As the ice pierces its way through the armor,
madness sinks farther into this bruised ribcage.
The sheer cold slowly seeps into the skin.
As it transforms this vessel into a cold heart,
frostbite traps these emotions in time.
Not fear nor sadness, just lifeless and numb.
A lack of peace, a restless mind.
We can remain as we are,
forever and ever.
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
the lines of boundaries are set
etched in our minds to not forget
that what we see becomes best bet
that claims the truth as grounded-
yet may become confounded
we look at stars that gleam up high
entrapped by boundaries of sky
but in that darkness, we ask why
these sparkling gems are spinning-
for answers, we were clinging
these modern times have changed our view
of what we thought and what we knew
when science gifted its breakthrough-
space boundaries seem slacking-
our knowledge, now backtracking
with Hubble Telescope, we found
thousands of galaxies abound
we thought were only stars, newfound-
now boundaries, erasing
and endless space embracing.
each galaxy makes up the realm
of points of light that overwhelm
with telescopic eyes at helm
new possibles still brewing
while probables we're viewing-
beauty in this darkness shown-
perhaps we're not alone
Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of
Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm,
Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world
Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:-
Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly,
Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination,
And ever burning faith in ability to work and overcome despair
And apathetical slacking attitudes of deplorable indifference:-
Come let us ignite ingenuity in those who have lost all hope;
Fueling them with belief in self and God, that while oppression
Presently holds its head high, the days of the very hairs of his head
Are numbered; and that with undying faith and work, they will be cut:-
May the words of our mind’s mouths likewise excite ebullient
Enthusiasm in the hearts, minds, and souls of those whose eyes view us,
And whose spirits, are fueled by their inking, that freely flows
From the divine wisdom and guidance of the rivers of God’s creativity:-
Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of
Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm,
Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world
Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:-
Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly,
Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination,
And ever burning faith in ability to work and overcome despair
And apathetical slacking attitudes of deplorable indifference:-
Come let us ignite ingenuity in those who have lost all hope;
Fueling them with belief in self and God, that while oppression
Presently holds its head high, the days of the very hairs of his head
Are numbered; and that with undying faith and work, they will be cut:-
May the words of our mind’s mouths likewise excite ebullient
Enthusiasm in the hearts, minds, and souls of those whose eyes view us,
And whose spirits, are fueled by their inking, that freely flows
From the divine wisdom and guidance of the rivers of God’s creativity:-
staring into your eyes but 10 seconds seemed bit harder
hot flush from your stare and I felt my cheeks grew warmer
your face slacking happiness and heart covered in dark gray
i wanted to whisper you ‘my love’ and tell you i’m here for you
putting your faith in me, you uttered your agonizing account
if i tell you ‘I love you’, would you let me share your pain?
I want a girl who rides with me on Sunday mornings
Because everything about her says take me to church
Curves make me yell preach
We a little late but she says a queen always arrives on time
The service is touching my heart, but I keep checking my watch for the time
Because I just want to touch your soul with my lips
Honestly your body has become meditation for me, and I just want to say a little prayer in the comfort of our home
Your walls a sanctuary, sacred, symbolizing the synchronization of our holy matrimony
You look so good in that dress, but my favorite part is letting my teeth undress
You,
Got me on my heels in them heels but I’ll still have you speaking in tongues
Tied like my bow tie, slick in these pants but never slacking
Your body is a sermon and I’m ready to preach
Memorizing every curvature like the scriptures indeed
You’re aging like fine wine
I still marvel at the congregation of you like I’m admiring a sculpture in marble
The shadows, the reflected light, the message of your art reminds me of a Sunday
If she takes you to church turn to your neighbor and say,
p.s. Amen…
Believing
Miracle Man
5/26/2023
Start with doable goals and in faith believe,
for greatest knowledge we can ever achieve.
If rooted in choices from everyday living,
taking risks isn’t bad; most are forgiving.
One only excels when right conditions prevail,
so know your target and pay attention to detail.
If something isn’t working be bold and retry,
we’re relegated to failure when we cease to try.
The loftier the goal, the greater the price tag,
Losing your focus is like raising a white flag.
We’re assured of failing when effort is lacking,
So focus is vital if you think you’re slacking.
Focusing on goals helps make them forthcoming,
Believing is mile one on the road to becoming.
Chances she had to be disruptive,
Like others try out The Abortive
And like them unleash The Eruptive,
But she chose to be The Supportive:
For the legs that hop a bit a prop,
To pens asking for more ink "Don't stop".
Soup I thank for proving me active
On matters hyping not The Native.
Tower she does with clean objective,
Her actions shaming The Subjective!
What a lovely meeting in Soup Hall
For slacking verses an overhaul;
Great ideas rolling like football,
Before Doubting Thomas I stand tall!
Customers receiving, head aching
But toothily smiling, voice quaking;
Far into the night candles burning,
While he could feel his tummy churning…
Chains of enterprises he’s running,
Much energy burning, mind cunning…
At Eleven PM starts packing
But up keeps to ‘A’ Must’ no slacking;
Goods once spread now behind doors of wood:
A face sure tomorrow shall be good!
That’s Cohen for you: The Conqueror,
Never The Made To Make An Error;
Though side by side he’d stayed with terror,
Now glimpsing the normal, soon horror!
For reply bursting into laughter,
So that host saw not the new chapter
“For life I’ll remain in foreign land:
Back home profit will never be grand.”
Here lie the remains of a minister
To the ladies he did administer
His charms never lacking,
He was seldom slacking
But his motives seemed somehow sinister.
Written November 18, 2022
You had things wrecked with your Nope
And I could no longer cope:
I, who had the cleanest hope
Of conquering Rugged Slope,
Soon slacking for what I lacked
That your could give but out backed;
Showing how words strong zeal crack
And down the sound idea hack...
My defeat was your "Loud Nope",
Running a school fought with rope:
Twenty years ago you did
And a Praised Talent was hid;
Presently A Mad Idea
Poetry I face Top Gear
THE INVALID
Speak to me of winter,
Of icy winds that keen and cry,
And shake the ivy strung by the lake
And push the clotted clouds along the sky.
To all a season,
And ever a season must end–
Life is born in a cry
And dies in a slacking of the wind.
I can on you bestow a life-time happiness
By demolishing your physical funniness:
With water colors and a compliant paint brush
Making your avoiders at you rush:
Your bad-looking coat of triple size re-tailor
To make it seem that of a Danish Sailor,
Your odd-seeming stringy neck re-design,
Impressing that it is some graceful line;
Your horrifying, scavenging beak re-shape,
So that one ceases to watch it, mouth agape;
Your scary ghostly eyes
Stop their triggering of dreary cries,
Causing to appear less interested in dead flesh
Than in the appetizing fresh!
Your pronounced baldness and barber’s sorrow
To become what one could from behind follow…
So, you trust me, sanitary inspector,
Never your job slacking in our own sector:
Your unfailing attention to every careless carcass,
The momentary child of every unplanned fracas
And The I-ve-rounded-the-clock:
Images of mortifying shock!
Removal van's at the White House
Milania's in a right grouse
Cos Trump lost his job
(She called him a knob)
‘The Donald's’ gone quiet as a mouse
Milania won't have him slacking
and Donald must do his own packing
For the 'Impeach' faced guy
Can's of orange skin dye
Trump's tower of boxes is stacking
01/16/21
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