My name is Chikwela poet,
I will speak about Laulent,
Not a Bandari college president,
The security man in the gate.
I like how he invest,
Students to wear their identity,
Seems like they have forgot,
To him I have appreciate.
Since bandari I have start,
Only him he has react,
Even Bacoso how they conduct,
He has fulfil the right.
Students keep it in the pocket,
Not wearing in the neck,
After finishing to be inspected,
Weared only in the test.
In how he have operate,
He have done something different,
Which other couldn't aspect,
Good way he has select.
Categories:
weared, 2nd grade, appreciation, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
My name is Chikwela poet,
I will speak about Laulent,
Not a Bandari college president,
The security man in the gate.
I like how he invest,
Students to wear their identity,
Seems like they have forgot,
To him I have appreciate.
Since bandari I have start,
Only him he has react,
Even Bacoso how they conduct,
He has fulfil the right.
Students keep it in the pocket,
Not wearing in the neck,
After finishing to be inspected,
Weared only in the test.
In how he have operate,
He have done something different,
Which other couldn't aspect,
Good way he has select.
Categories:
weared, 1st grade, confidence, engagement,
Form: Rhyme
Once a fuddy-duddy frump
Weared a fulvous dress
in a conference hall
Spoke like a gallicism-
"I'm the man of hero
Don't laugh at me, fool guys
People call me stylish frump,
Ivy eyes, Jazzy and handsome
Haha! This is the first time
You are hearing me."
He was filled with hate
Marked as a haughty.
So, don't be a fuddy-duddy frump
The world isn't made of helium.
Categories:
weared, character, deep, desire, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Hic, burp, dadgumit
Weared dat cocktail napkin go
Wanted ta git 'er phone numbr
Ineabriated pen fell to da floor,
Taking da napkin, too
Ah, well, I’ll jest go over ta that fine lady
Oops! Freakin’ pen rolled neath ma feet
Crash! Yep, write on da floor I set
Oh no, she’s a-lookin’ my way
At dis humbling floor display
I wave; she smiles
But wen I git ta my feet, she’s gone
Blasted fallin’-doun-drunk pen led me on
No moore goose chases fer me
Bartender, Ill take ma Cold Duck on da floor
*For Elliot’s “Drink Drunken Pen Drink” contest
Categories:
weared, funny,
Form: Free verse
TINY FACE SMILING AT,
REFLECT THE MIRROR.
SHE WENT TO CORN FIELD,
SILVER CORNS SANG LULLABY TO HER MERRY!
SHE WEARED THE FLOWER'S HAT,
THE MIRROR'S BEAUTY BEAUTIFUL.
ONE MORN, SHE PUT ON A WHITE GOWN,
SNOW WHITE QUEEN IN ME, MIRROR AMAZING!
SHE SUNG A DREAM SONG,
STRAWBERRYS SPRING FALL INTO HER BASKET.
SMOOTH FINGERS WEAVING WREATH,
FRISKING BEADS CAME INTO THE RIVER.
SHE PREFERED FOR DOLLARYE FEST,
PEARL AS LITTLE HEART EXPECTING WITH ZEAL!
IN THAT DAWN, HER ROSY LIPS HUM,
MIRROR BLOOMING FOR LITTLE BLOSSOM.
UNRIVALLED BEAUTY STEPPING SLOW,
PURE KISS TOUCH UPON, BYE FROM MIRROR.
STAR DOLLS CIRCLED SNOW WHITE MOON!
INEVITABLE HOUR! TERRIFYING GUN SHOTS!!!
MANY DOLLS SLEEPING IN SILENT.
CRIMSON HOARFROST COVERED SNOW WHITE BEAT.
A LONELY MIRROR,
WAITING SNOW WHITE ARRIVAL!!!!!!
Categories:
weared, allegory, loss, passion, beauty,
Form: Narrative
Too young to leap
Too old to dream
He bears nobody to ponder
But musters a blissful insight
A freelance in a broad daylight
Though, faceless when Emerged
Chanting hilariously at people who stared
Even though time has weared away his pride
You seldom hear him cry
With head buried in the sky; he lingers on
carrying ample of unquestionable cruds
And when he smiles, he raised his noxious lips slantly
Revealing the cynically coloured teeth to
his scurring espionage
Nevertheless getting glibs from retinue of seeming retards
All around the suburbs
Categories:
weared, funny, sad, sorry,
Form: I do not know?