"Your smile can break chains which block your destiny"
Quote by Poet
Poetry can be traditional
food to some people and
Eating it in traditional way.
I like this piece of poetry titled " SMILE"
Just smile ,
keep smiling,
Being smiling can heal pains
Smiling expresses
The hiddens
In the chest:
" - Desire
- Pleasure
- Peace
- Joyce,
-Love,
- Happiness,
- Kindness,
- Goodness."
Smiling while seeing
Good people from long distance,
Smiling is a sign language
Interpreting in different angles.
I am smiling while reading
The piece of poetry titled " SMILE "
Smiling is part of my life as a leader,
I will never feel shame to be called a smiler.
April 16/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
smiler, 12th grade, desire, destiny,
Form: Free verse
The Sun on the Sky
Makes lives to survive
The smile on the face
Makes smiler more live
Categories:
smiler, simile, sun,
Form: Free verse
I come from the West Country
it’s the best place to be
they say there is incest
but I don’t love my own sis
We be drinking up in cider bars
we do it for a wider ahrse
it’ll make you smile true
we got tractors we don’t need cars
Because we be drinking up thy cider
jolly old times that make you a smiler
nothing’s better than cider
when cider’s inside yer
We be drinking up thy cider
We be drinking up thy cider
Cider
Cider
Cider
West
Coun
Tree
Categories:
smiler, drink,
Form: Rhyme
You see a car and you instantly think
She’s young, She’s cute. She’s blonde. She’s perky.
She’s a smiler. She has perfect nails.
Then you catch up.
She is a he.
About eighty.
Struggling to see.
You see a truck and you instantly think
He’s the boss. He has little cowboys. He is rugged.
Then you catch up and she’s a junk yard dog,
The inside looks like the home of a hoarder
She is dropping cigarette ashes out the window.
You are amazed at how wrong you are.
Even traffic
cannot be generalized.
Categories:
smiler, psychological,
Form: Free verse
For the dove and the good of all her love;
Life blood from pen-points paint out an halo.
Thy hallowedness, thy silvery rivers flow
into my flower box. My barn's sprouts live.
Winsome birds bed my head, nestle vainly,
for your soaring blisses make null kisses.
Blue baby I am, my heart throb lisses,
your blue blood on my blue book rhymes gaily.
Her smiler rosy and nesh jingles bells
and the lilies of Lilith are livid.
The blossoms bloom, and my soul kiss avid;
She slobbers winey honey in my dwells.
Her swells dispel spells, and I spell out laud;
words ward off unyoung, life to her young blood.
Categories:
smiler, beauty, desire, love,
Form: Sonnet
Down in the puddle of a Pig pen hole,
Caught me a Fish with a garden Mole.
The Fish got battered by a chip shop man,
Ate it for supper watching Jackie Chan.
Chan was fighting in a Kung Fu style,
Stylish and lean with broad beam smile.
Smiler is a cool Cat from Paris, France,
Frenchie plays piano at the ladies’ dance.
Tango with a Widow lady cheek to cheek,
Gracious man of 85 could dance all week.
Gracie is a Gibbon from Chester Zoo,
Serving up Bananas like young Apes do.
Bananas fall from trees in Costa Rica,
Costa has a Coffee house, selling Arabica.
Lawrence from Arabia has a dairy farm,
Keeps his Friesian herd in the cattle barn.
Shutters on the barn kept the cows awake,
Daisy Cow’s escape was a big mistake.
Mistaken for a Rat, kicked a garden Mole,
Down in the puddle of a Pig pen hole.
Categories:
smiler, crazy, dream, fishing, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
To anyone who's been in love
Do find understandings for paradox of a valentine
What apparent contradictions are found to be true
A valentine's love is both red and blue
Love makes one blissful
yet oh so miserable too
It's frightening to one's brain cells
Yet supports the healing of the mind
Love is physical to the touch
But spiritual to feelings
How incredibly fragile to be broken hundreds apart
Yet what can be stronger than a lover's love from the heart
Deathless it seems, one's Alpha Omega of entwinements
The potential puzzle of never solution
To express one's face of both the smiler and the cryer
Categories:
smiler, love, valentines day,
Form: Prose Poetry
I awake each morning alive, my mind empty, it craves more sleep.
Except on occasions where I have encountered a dream.
It is time to get up, for what?
Some caffeine? Some words written or words spoke?
There is no work to be done, I have this thought each day.
I despise it, so I stay creative in defiance.
A poem, a song, a story, a picture or a journey into the madness of the dream.
Is that what separates us from the rest?
Everywhere I see them, fulfilled, joyous, cloned in their mundane states.
Do they dwell on death? Do they dwell on existence?
Do they dwell on the lie that we are owed what we desire?
I envy the smiler, the clone, the one with the life.
The one who does not feel the dream.
The dream is a parasite, a parasite which covers the eye's and poisons the internal need for peace.
Envy is a terrible trait they say, yet it is one I have learned to embrace
For I have encountered a dream.
Categories:
smiler, art, introspection, jealousy, senses,
Form: Free verse
Dreamers dream
Scoffers scoff
Thinkers think
And droppers drop
Artists create art
Writers will write
Beware of biters, yes they will bite
A smiler will smile
Still sometimes they'll frown
Although mostly happy
There are times they feel down
Laughers may laugh
Other time they will cry
Life ain't so easy
That's why tryers try
Stinkers will stink
Comforters will comfort
Listen to trumpeters
They really do trumpet
Listeners will listen
Talkers will talk
Movers will move
It's hard for them to stop
Shakers will shake
Steppers will step
You wouldn't be surprised
If a sleeper slept
Circles will circle
Back to the start
A dreamer dreaming
Creating his art
Dusted off for SKAT's contest.
Categories:
smiler, journey,
Form: I do not know?
Watching her grow and remembering me
As a teen of changeable mood.
Seeing her thrive and thankfully so - yet
As her parent I’ll need to stay shrewd.
From a spiky-haired smiler at 7 months old
To a graceful and slender fourteen.
She has bloomed through the years in so many ways
That even I could have never foreseen.
When I was her age, I thought I was so smart
And, in some ways, l see now I was right.
Now it’s her turn to venture further into the world –
Face big choices when out of my sight.
True, babies will test you in myriad ways
Utter dependence, refusal to nap….
Dealing with food, diapers, doctors and daycare
Juggling those almost seems like a snap.
For next week, my first baby heads to high school
Whether or not she and I both feel ready.
But I know she’ll do great (even envy her some)
May she be ever brave, kind and steady.
Categories:
smiler, daughter, family, life, mother,
Form: Quatrain
Hey smiler a tear comes from your soul’s gate
In cherish of ephemeral memories captions of time
Leafs like snowdrops on a windless day
Laid to rest internal peace
Whilst noise resounds on beaten pump
Days to weeks
Weeks to years
Years to decades
Till a century brings forgotten
A faint aroma of yesteryears
A faint aroma of yesteryears
Categories:
smiler, loss
Form: I do not know?