Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea,
And creeping like a snail, unwilling to travel a distance,
Her love came, engulfed me down to the origin of my soul,
I couldn't resist the angelic glimpse of her beauty.
Her love for me is coated with romance, power, sugar and passion,
Each day I couldn't feel her breath upon my cheek like a perfumed air,
It's as if I'm living in a room with no roof,
And If I'm to sound more wordier in description of our time together,
I think each moment was an iridescent bubble fresh-blown from the lips of ecstasy.
Her soft touches, her disarming smiles, her presence, personality and style,
Mesmerize and entangle me completely and limitlessly,
If I had but one ambition, one utter goal and priority,
It would be to worship, adore and stay by her side for eternity,
Without breaking this oath and resolution like a twist of rotten silk.
Just for Rachel Okorie alone.
Categories:
wordier, love,
Form: Free verse
These vain attempts at verse could not be droller.
Your stuff is less inviting than ebola
(and not as catchy). Wordier than Emil Zola,
you haven’t got the steam to be a roller.
I’ve seen more cutting-edge in Pepsi-Cola.
You clearly honed your style in Fuengirola.
About as challenging as last year’s “¡Hola!”
(I’m sure you’re highly thought of in Angola.)
But that aside, I need a favour, mate.
The flood of would-be Spensers is in spate.
I’d like you to review – that is, donate
your time and talent (at the going-rate,
which happens to be zero.) Desecrate
the pricks who prattle, and the prigs who prate.
Denounce, detract. Indulge that gelding hate
that wells in all of us. The cut-off date
is looming, so get hacking. Don’t be late!
Categories:
wordier, satire,
Form: Monorhyme