To carry life’s
complex messages
The structure
must be simple
Like angle iron
at ninety degrees
the weight to never
buckle
A thrusted spear
a hammer punch
direction
short and measured
Effects most dire
with arrows fired
from bows
— most straight delivered
(Chief Joseph Highway: August, 2025)
Wielded
like a
loaded gun
His phone
was thrusted
forth
Proof
of what
I knew
was false
Refusing
all
discourse
Armed
with but
an empty
tweet
Chosen
by a
bot
His mind
was trapped
inside a myth
Whose fiction
dearly
— bought
(Rosemont College: April, 2025)
The darkness settles in at 1400 and it is crying
It has deal with pain in a manner that is becoming burdensome
It is tired of all the disappoints and is still crying
Physical pain would be less burdensome
The connection of souls does not come to the lips
HOPE is lost and not in any universe
The constant disappointment has constantly from the soul taken sips
The possible love they had is only viewed as an unsuccessful verse
The constant and unpromising smiles
Have now become a sword thrusted into his heart
The pain has become constant Biles
The words and actions from your lips have failed to cause his heart to start
Once he falls asleep he’ll die
His heart is broken while you life goes bye.
Ocean thrusted at my feet
The wind stroked my hair with gust
Fire sky; earth shake.
"Make it so creamy!"
I had screamed super loudly
As he had creampied me.
He had thrusted so deeply,
As it spread down my tushy.
.
Their thug chained
mine
whilst
through storm's
wet
i
coughed
'twuz the sunny
the dirt wuz
black
and hot
their thug thrusted
mine in the ground hut
with the naked
jane's
little cousin
i meant
her cousin
yes i did
Crying
Crying, crying, crying broken hearts of a wounded soul,
maybe they're stories will be told, feeling lost and forgotten
betrayed and falsely accused, still some how broke the
chains of oppression and have been lifted upon the seas of freedom and heavy burdens we don't have too carry no
more, and the memories of hatred will be thrusted from
your mind and forgiving will be always and sadness will
dwell no more in the hearts of man and shall live in
harmony forever and ever.
(Revised and changed)
O victim of time's rage,
Of today's ill times and age,
Victim of nurtured false image!
O ye much-eulogized Goddess,
Deemed powerful and loving no less,
Few care if ye do or not bless.
If ladles and the like ye wield,
Home-making thrusted as your field,
Ye know, as field it fails to yield.
What power can wield your pots and pans?
Still, ye wield ah what techno yen!
In varied fields ye vie with ken.
And yet, nor are ye much empowered,
Nor yet with due fair respect heard,
Society hast your equity soured.
With a million things to meddle,
Tireless upon a sad saddle,
With what vigour ye still juggle.
O ye Home-maker so handsome,
Look at still your hubby’s ho-hum:
He says: she! She just stays at home!
________________________________
This ode addresses the plight of women at large as so-called home-makers. The last line highlights this. A man, when asked as to what his wife was doing, says, 'she just stays at home! Alas, times change and still stay stagnant!
Ode | 19.12.2019 |
It's Easter let me praise his name first,
For he was burried in a tomb of stone and dust,
But on the third day He came to life atlast,
The angel rolled the stone; it didn't burst.
He was the only son of God,
He rode on a colt not a pod,
A spear was thrusted on His bod,
And His body was beset on shame by a horde.
He was crucified for our sins,
That's why we must praise Him with every means,
Preaching His Gospel from Cairo to Orleans,
Because it is on His scars our faith leans.
Thoughts which spark reaction
Induce an odd phenomena
Thrusted lung eruption
Humour honourer
Anomaly in everyday observation
Light hearted pleasure centre
Imput turned exclamation
Content connector
Brain's fondle with mouth colliding
Induces shoulder jump aerobics
Family repertoire tidings
Relaxed diagnostic
May laughter be thy frequented medicine
Imbibed each time tickled urge arrives
Flowing dosage free to everyone
Vital juice of elated lives
27th August 2020
Written for: Living It Up For Laughter
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
The day was blind with fog,
The thicker blanket of darkness left some hours ago,
The cry of a stray cat tore through the forest,
That was after a third shrill meow.
The bamboo-brown forest was a leafy paradise,
But he dragged her through the hellish path,
She screamed but he overpowered her,
He tore her undies and his hand covered her mouth.
She kept screaming while his bloodshot eyes watched her,
Fighting effortlessly with a dim hope,
Suddenly, he crushed her soul,
Tore her hymen and thrusted deeper inside.
The world slowly became blurry and dark,
The pains inside shattered her to shreds,
Her black mascaraed tears fell onto her squeezed breasts,
As fresh blood gushed out from what used to be her pride.
Her body was beyond broken and abused,
Hurriedly, he disappeared into the woods,
There was a chill in the wind,
As her throat went dry and she froze in pang and fright with no help.
this blessed moment
oh lord what is glory
sweet glory
if nothing but a name thrusted
upon her broad shoulders
and let the glory banner
yet wave her banner majestically
and that we drape her red cape
around our quivering hearts
thus to query for
fame fortune and favor
what more to ask of her
i am sure and still are
if this be sweet glory still
if glory is nothing but a name
It's been way too long since my last lay
With a blue skirt girl on the westward bay
I couldn't delay my sport and had to pay
For the tinkers under the sun's last ray.
Her hands were crafty in the glancing gloam
And we finished before the plunging night
The algae a -crackling with cyclostome
The coralline pebbles were holding me tight.
I smelt a whiff of opioid scheme
Coming straight from her whitesilk thighs
Before I was dragged down to ancient dream
I gathered strength to disengage and rise.
she was quick to act and fell me on to her breasts
I was sure as hell I hadn't passed my tests
She stroked my limbs with tiny scree fingers
And kissed, and, kissed me like fearful stringers.
Suddenly she broke into ponderous laughter
And the maniacal wind blew with hefty gust
She thrusted her pelvis to the water of the night
Through my meandering veins the feral blood rushed.
It's been way too long since my last lay
With a Cinderella on the westward reach
I found a Siren at Prometheus' end
And she was a .. she was a beach!
Your Best New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
21 December, 2019
Words are double-edged swords
On one hand, they're used to teach and inspire
They're used to express love, to charm,
To communicate wants and needs effectively
Words are golden; emotionally soothing
When draped with silken tenderness;
Treated with care like fragile glass
On the other hand, when weaponized;
Thrusted like an epee to impale a thin skin,
Wielded like a machete to cut someone down...
They can inflict unhealing wounds!
Just like a bullet can't be sucked back into
The chamber after the trigger is pulled,
Deeply hurtful invectives can't be unsaid.
The damage done won't be completely repaired,
No matter how sincere an apology.
So when passions are inflamed, it's important
To pause, take a deep breath, and let our anger
Dissipate before we say something we regret.
Date written: 10/28/2019
For one so young you have experienced too much,
Too much death, too much hatred, too much change.
But this knowledge from the world’s thrusted touch,
Has made its surprises anything but strange.
From all it has taken from your soft, unleathered hand,
You have gained a sense of courage and pride.
Though sorrow inhabits, so strong you still stand,
To this realm and to the next, your heart had been tied.
You pass through your life in air so thin,
And happiness that morphs is all that you crave.
Accept the inevitable life that you’re in,
Know that you are in charge of the life that you pave.
The stars in the sky have looked on you and smiled,
Given you more than you expected to own.
So when people see you as an unknowledgeable child,
Know that it’s them who will one day be overthrown.
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