"A personal shout-out to our sponsors and their vapid articulations who made this message possible," ... by The Poet.
Poets and poetesses ascribe to a greater call,
in their endeavors to make their chosen path a cure-all
from those who trivialize and minimize their virtuous
field of poetry's righteous domain and their arduous
measures to maintain a certain quality in their works
of art, to the world of writers past and present, networks
that tethers a fragile grasp on absolutes discipline,
and severance from the mundane, effortless, and simpleton,
out from the left field, melodramatic, sugarcoating,
southpaws are unreasonable and consequently, nothing
our opponents that come out from the left field properly
have no concept of true value to offer poetry.
Far away from the truth;
People wish to be the new Ruth
That is ever relevant in all spheres
But to simple law of the land, none adheres.
They are the best freedom fighters of all time,
That had our days saved from tyrants.
Meanwhile, to the best disguised prime,
They keep tormenting us been democrats.
The law is duly enforced on the ruled
But the rulers are under immunity.
We've no doubt been fooled.
That after their tenures in offices, they still got gut to preach unity
For all and sundry through subgroup leaders
Who knows how to canvas their people
In total obedience to their cheerleaders
And cement oneness in the minds of the rabble.
To take from us again our mandates
With sugarcoating words and money.
Oh! When shall we adjudicate?
To make democracy runny!
Intentions are good but it’s actions that count,
and a ‘thank you’ for your effort all depends on the amount.
angry and hurt, the resentment set in,
all the places we go are just the places we’ve been.
we savor sunlight, through blankets of clouds,
it may not be much, but we’ll take all that’s allowed
metaphors and similes, great tools to write a poem,
but what metaphor explains when you’re surrounded yet alone?
no more sugarcoating, I’ve not been a happy man,
but i finally found the person there to tell me that I can,
I can be the man I’ve always known I am
I can take, head on, the things from which I ran.
I was searching for the perfect woman, it seems as though I got her.
And I really couldn’t ask for more because she brought with her my daughter.
there was a proud resident
who gave her neighbours
a torrid time because she
was well-connected and big
an apologist and a menace
she was a law unto herself
none could tell her to reduce
the noise her hi-fi produced
from her children to her pets
--all did as they pleased –
her licentious dogs caused havoc
even her chicks were untouchable
when the empire of those who had been
fortifying and sugarcoating her nonsense
imploded--she also crushed on her chest
all the sense of immunity just fizzled out
it was a bitter harvest as her own dogs ran riot
--did the unthinkable: biting her like a stranger
while her own children stood aloof as if gloating
the stunned neighbours watched the fracas from afar
User Beware
Words flow through the pen to the paper, like water raging down a river to the sea.
Thoughts in my head aching, like a caged animal, yearning to be free.
Sentences become verses, bringing it all to life.
Sugarcoating sweetness in a heart, or piercing like a knife.
The slash of a pen can dishonor a name.
Can build someone up, or put them to shame.
So powerful, it can incite madness with a few swift strokes on a line.
It can melt or break a heart, whether it be yours or mine.
The pen in the wrong hands can maim like a gun.
Can set emotions on ice, or make them hotter than sun.
The pen can put people in love, or make two countries hate.
Can bring riches beyond dreams, or decide your fate.
User beware, the pen can be a weapon so strong.
Can start wars in far places, or tame the heart with a song.
It's the thoughts in my head that form words made from ink.
The pen is the tool that hears what I think.
She’s like a boor or a yokel
who knows no boundaries
such a pain in the neck
that makes others suffer.
Her ways is irritating,
like in many instances
where collaboration entails
either at work or in any human endeavor.
She continues to brag about
her role as someone who’s in charge
but that’s not a big deal;
not even something to tell.
It’s always in that perspective
where one has to understand
that our role as co-workers
doesn’t need so much ambition.
It’s true that human relationship
a proverbial tone in all sectors
that conflicts come to the fore
inevitable, a challenge by nature.
Confrontation or dialogue
with sincerity and openness
difficult but meaningful
especially in our culture.
It’s nonetheless a real picture
about ourselves in actions
the work of human principles
negate hiding and sugarcoating.
Well, that’s life in reality,
always the common reason
co-existence in similar institution
needs prayer and communication.
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