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Sky of Silk and Bliss

Written June 5, 2025, for contest: Etheree Of Your Heart - Sponsor: Ink Empress

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Breeze
broadcasts
charming pace
beats of the breeze
girls with clumsy legs
scrutinize for snail beads —
to the seamless sapphire sky
amid the swarm of silky clouds,
sculpt morphs into cobalt-hued visor
spume tails hover from peaks with cyclic bliss
winsome enthusiasm in our core swathes —
storm hooves herald the dawn of high tide
enshrines recall of past paths roved
rings rhythm of earned respite care
in sound and unspoilt place —
weaving whimsy waves
soothes my spirit.
drawn gold sky,
soul glint
stream

True Beauty, Indeed, To The Number-Theorists

True beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists),
     reveals the distribution of the primes.
Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists
     of a defender that we praise in rhymes.

     Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector all times  
keeps shielding city, child, and princess bride;  
     or King Priam's grace for thoughtless Paris's crimes,
rather than wrath for his treach'rous regnocide.

What beauty is not, is Euclid mortified,
     if Riemann's Hypothesis's not in sight,
or the Zeta function's proof verified
     (for the spread of primes) gives zero insight.

However, beauty is what frames your face:
which ev'n shames Helen of the Trojan race!

Funeral Conversation

At Jimmy Carter’s funeral
A senator exclaimed
He saw Obama “kiss the ring”
Of He-Who-Can’t-Be-Named.

I watched the clips and verified
The two of them conversed.
It was a bit surprising, but
It didn’t seem coerced.

Most others kept their distance,
Which is what I would have done,
For I’m sure I couldn’t cozy up
To someone I would shun.

Yet perhaps it’s just diplomacy
That people should expect,
But it’s hard for most to share a laugh
With one they don’t respect.

Fruits of Evil

Benji practices genocide 
Brave new Isreal has sick laws
Is Isreal thinking rectified  .

Benji thinks he is glorified
Death is a singletree- the kill nods
Benji practices genocide .

Harris loves Isreal -verified
Harris on housing  I applause
Is Isreal thinking rectified.

Trump supports Benji -clarified 
He think he does that for a cause 
Benji practices genocide .

 Stop electric car laws-petrified !
Stop outsourcing I give applause.
Is Isreal thinking rectified?

 Many more not  identified,
They think that their laws have no flaws,
These leaders rulings I deride ,
If they change-I am satisfied .

My BROTHER

My brother my muse
Not to be use but love
My companionship 
A friend like never
I always confide in thee
Just like my shadow 
He never leave me
Through the thick and thin.

My Anchor when I'm down
Elevating without price
Replenishing me whenever 
Mentally and emotionally drained 
Bleeds with and for me
An attack on one of us
Is an attack on both of us
Unconditional love our watchword.

I've got so many brothers 
But this is for my only brother 
From my mother's womb 
Profit Obaroyeregbe 
To be Precise 
Dna and genes verified 
My amazing sibling
Always leaving me amused 
We're the offspring of our ancestors.

Oh How Far We’ve Fallen

I followed another rabbit hole this morning and stumbled upon this article from ‘The Atlantic. I won’t give you the author’s name, though I’m sure a quick search on google would reveal it. There was a line in the 4th paragraph that reads, “They always bend a knee”, ‘he reportedly told someone.’ When we hear complaints about ‘fake news’ or ‘yellow journalism’ this is exactly what they mean. I don’t know about you, but back in my day any fact had to be double checked and verified. A reporter couldn’t just make stuff up. This guy didn’t even bother to hide it. He could have at least made up some fake name and say, according to Remo Rastinhouse. The problem is, as modern Americans, 50 percent of us will believe him. See how easy it was for me to create that fact.


Our pres. Joe Biden
reportedly told someone
send me your money

Popular by personal problems sharing

A famous and popular person,
 displaying personal problems, 
has been awarded a verified ID.
Wanting fame, he attempts to conceal his reality,
directing attention to others with pure personalities. 
If I grab my phone to prove purity through pictures, 
tomorrow I find myself in the High Court without Aducate.
Such birds are foolish, using foolish tools to deceive themselves. 
I request the President to honor him with the Foolish Grand Award of 2023,
If handless receive the Arjun Award. 
Then two hands receive four-hand written page proof of the award.

A True and Silly Tale

Do you know the tale about the guy who thought
two small, cute, fluffy poodles he had bought?
But they were not two poodles, for in fact,
the DNA of any dog they lacked.

Do you know what really those “dogs” were?
They were critters with perms put in their fur!
The buyer’s vet then had it verified.
The seller of the “poodles” had lied!

The buyer of them must have have felt so silly.
What were those two beady-eyed things really?
It turns out in fact they were ferrets. What??
Two ferrets given steroids the fool had bought.

Anything can be

Alarming.
Bearable,
Contentious,
Debilitating,
Educational,
Free,
Ghastly,
Heartbreaking,
Intimidating,
Justified,
Kept,
Loud,
Moving,
Nonsense,
Opened,
Perceived,
Queried,
Relevant, 
Satisfying,
Turned
Useless,
Verified,
Wasted,
X-Rated,
Yellow,
Zipped.

Ode To Ambedkar

Part - I

O bright star! Where have thou gone?
For thy beams are needed again,
To warm thy followers’ lives forlorn.
Few robbed breads thou baked, most sans gain.

Till thy rise, it was densely dark,
Large folks were made rotten by cliques,
Thou shown them seamless spark,
Instilling fire in once meek cheeks.

Ramparts of Varna thou steadfastly confronted,
Blisters on humanity thou laboriously removed,
Wounds of thy fearful society thee operated,
Thee enshrined golden verses healed and proved.

Dismantled demonic edifices resurrecting everywhere,
Buffoonery gets accolades nowadays. Won’t thee be there?
Thy place is the North Star that world has verified, 
Bhau prays thee help thy breed get timely 'Modi'fied.

Following the Footnotes

Not for nothing
does the light prick my eyes,
a thirst for walking shoes
tightens ankle bones
that parachute out of an inner attic
landing awkwardly into the open throats
of sneakers
still clutching their tendons.

Out from under a dim tented roof
the world is overrun with Asterix's
small confusing marks
that suggest footnotes and disclaimers,
warnings that you should not
take anything as actually actual.

Seriously sober, * I ditch the thought
of turning back,
now the landscape is tripping,
trees are hugging small birds tenderly.
Owls are tugging at dark clouds
moving them through
bright windows of sky.

The world has become a child's coloring book.

It is truly amazing how some mornings*
will keep you insane for a short while
allotting you just enough time
to recall, that you are not yet verified,

that you're n Asterix,
a disclaimer.
never dotting half-open eyes,
never declaring your fixed reality

because
the world keeps editing its meaning,

there are always more footnotes to add. *

Keeping It Real

My Muse awoke me,
I had been listening to a thunderstorm
from my warm bedroom.
She wanted me to write about
the storm.

The morning came fine and fair,
she was still pressing me
to talk about the thunderstorm,

but I am done retouching
and tweaking
dusty old images
that cannot be verified
in this very moment.

The present is a fact checker
and a sunny sky don't lie.

If you must know
there are peaches in the orchard
Squirrels are nibbling away the windfalls.

My son is almost playing a tune
on his electric guitar,
the smell of bacon
is pulling me toward the kitchen.

I turn on the TV
but all the shows are reruns.

Dorr, Michigan

Some decades past, perhaps two score
Was when my feet first walked in Dorr.
I give that town my due respect
With humbleness, I genuflect.
Yet when I’m asked where I was raised,
I see their eyes, perplexed and dazed.
As I announce, “Was raised in Dorr,”
Their jaws just drop and hit the floor.
And disbelief they cannot hide:
“I did not think you lived OUTSIDE!”
I do not know what could be worse,
Perchance coerce as I converse.
But now I’ve tailored my response,
(With perfect dose of nonchalance)
“I’ve lived in Dorr; it’s verified;
Just like our calves who lived outside.”

Yellow

It’s my first reigning color
dazzling around my dance floor
It brightens my mind and soul
from its most attractive call.

Giving me smiles every morning
that’s sunshine--warm and refreshing
In my garden are great delights
favorite flowers shine so bright!

Just across my garden fence
are golden showers-- so dense
At the gate are big sunflowers
with yellow bells are real stunners!

Come and pick some marigolds,
goldenrods and daffodils, behold!
While gardening, I wear yellow dress
with gold jewelries, no more no less.

Yellow is my new time favorite
Brilliant color, so lovely and sweet
If you take yellow from my outfit
I’ll whine, walk out and finally quit.


sixth of May 2023    3.41pm




Writing Challenge “ Y” Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

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112 words
161 syllables
664 characters


Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words
Contest Judged:  5/10/2023 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Place:HM (up to HM multi-w)

Whisper

Whisper
When the world shouts
With exaggeration
Desperate for validation
Falsehoods infused in a sham of sound
Quiet the clamoring lies of
Idolatry - when you
Speak truth to me
Whisper

4/22/23


Writing Challenge - W Words
Sponsor: Constance La France

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