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| Re: One Poem For The Road by badmusace(m): 6:06pm On Nov 07, 2013 |
In its full glory, the sun rules the sky; To drain all waters, its minions drop from high. Those dripping from our skins, are the only ones left; We wish we could drink them for we are bereft Of water, (and our throats super parched from this heat) But we dare not, because of the salt in it On the concrete walls the reptiles dare not crawl, For their bellies will burn till they fall. A losing war against this heat we are made To fight. Though we stay indoors and under shades To hide from its fierce and fiery gaze, Its hot flaming breath still sets us ablaze. To conquer, we put on armors by putting off our clothes; This heat, there's nothing more on earth we loath. Even our electric fans are of no use; For when put on, to blow cold they all refuse. With waters drained, our strength follows in order; In defeat, we slouch and schlep with drooped shoulders. At least we know if we do the laundry by Sunrise, before it sets they'll all get dry. .... 2 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by VoiceofanInk(m): 9:16pm On Nov 07, 2013 |
Times change Seasons change As days roll by So do seasons stroll by Summer arrives in the fore-noon With good-tiding of crispy hair Nay bald oily reflections Of the sun above. Then comes the rains of terror Sweeping the filth of our streets Along with our homes and beds While innocent men peacefully sleep Floating o'er oceans and continents Only to sink in a pool of sweet sleep. One poem for the road A toast to a sunny day A toast to my burnt hairs A toast to my fellow poet Badmusace, I feel your pain. Cheers. 1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by princesa(f): 10:26pm On Nov 07, 2013 |
I guess both your roads are graced with super heat... I can indeed feel the heat |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by timpaker(m): 11:06pm On Nov 08, 2013 |
Lonely paddle On a calm wave Stroke after stroke The journey never ends Infinite sight hides Behind the sunset and The big yellow ball smiles At my face - where is home? East, West, North or South? Where is land? Under the ocean? I'm gonna loose my mind And... (Silence) Where am I? Desert-sea? 4 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by VoiceofanInk(m): 2:09am On Nov 09, 2013 |
timpaker: Lol...quite dramatic. Love the imagery. It bring the poem to life. |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 10:35am On Nov 09, 2013 |
[b]Shh...silence must steal every place It's still the mid of the night no possessed baby must scream If... Where did the mother's tits go to the husband would ask, Infants soporing busy snoring with peas running all o'er their mats Adult mustn't argue Would rather keep quiet through out or else... Back-bitters just have to keep their untouched fellows' life talks Till it breaks Even prying parrots with all their talents keep their mouths gagged in dear nests So if you move, you move stealthily If you move and step on pieces of peaceful shells of silly snails You save the screams till it dawns If you dare scream no neighbour should come out to shout sorries You woke too early Couldn't sleep? Hardly could you switch on your DVD and TV sets to see some zombie season movies If... You just have to ameliorate the harms of their volubles To...let me say, two or three none dares thirty-three or so. O mid-night! Come o'er here am talking to you not yew I asked you to come o'er here Use your ear Here Sit there Yes that seat there Listen up dire Why must you be feared that much tell me ehn...? What is so so very very special herein your dirty darkness? Let go me friends, let me ask him He must be questioned it'd got too much ehn... Is he the only one? Why must we all keep quiet when it's mid-night and be free To shriek like Shrek when it dawns can't hack? Is it? I ask, is it? The night workers, the flutterers; white and worst witches which is Worth buying some booze to celebrate? A witch's a witch be it white or wicked but God's good n' great The thieves with sticks that vomits? The cultus campaigners carrying pots with cries; propitiating sacrifices? The ghosts? The deads that aren't dead? The skeletons buying shining skirts and big boys boxers? The spirits released to roam about; against? The animals walking like man? The... Damn it, this respect is too much hence there must be a change I must be able to scream in the mid-night too Play outside in the mid-night too Sleep outside in the mid-night too See clearly outside in the mid-night too Trek to anywhere in the mid-night too Not only when it's naught Those shall be possible am sure The day mount Kilimanjaro stands up and shout billions of "bonjour."[/b]  3 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by ayd91(m): 6:05pm On Nov 18, 2013 |
My Beloved Fear. I think of the fears we had, How as a youngster they seemed to lay deadly grips on us, How we'd stay cramped in that little conner believing we were safe, How we shared our fears, How our cares shed pure tears, How time struck its deadly blow on our fears, How our cute fears died leaving behind arrogant confidence, And how our bound turned to dust, And how like ghosts, They disappeared, fluttering away like illuminated bats. We stepped into life believing we were invincible, Invincible to fear. Care became what fear was; Something to overcome. We stopped caring, So our fears did seize. Seating in that little corner, I did feel at ease, but I miss my fears, strange? I discovered what I really needed was one to care, and not to fear, I long to care. But in truth, they come in pairs. My cares lead to fear, Its a trick on life's sleeve, Can't have one without embracing the other, Its a load I am forced to bear. 4 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by princesa(f): 10:31pm On Nov 18, 2013 |
I wrote this few days ago, when my road was terribly fraught with anger, hopelessness and unbelief. But today? Oh well *shrugs* I stare into oblivion wishing for an end to this boredom The future they so speak about, wishing it'd kiss me already on my feet! 'This too shall soon pass' He says and hold my hands My feeble heart clenched at his parting word But now i feel its tearing pieces. All hopes tumbling in different forms - breaking like scattered pieces of the sand My feet are now weary and hurt gushing red water from where they pierce my soul - These sands of angry thorns Torn out from the bloom of my budding hope. I shall yet remain on this fall wishing the sands grow out as knives - cutting my mind Piercing my toes cutting my life Erasing my notes Drowning this wasted existence I seem to call life Leading me to the light of men's aftermath Where's the supernatural? I finally ask. This hope we build against every odds? These words we speak on growling knees? He who pours himself into our weaker bones? Where's the supernatural! Where's the supernatural! I scream! Then... A still small voice renders my soul stills the troubles of my broken hope 'I am here' it silently speaks 'Am the tiny whisper in a raging storm, I hear ur rant, i see your heart.' but now... Am still battling with unbelief. 4 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by firestar(f): 6:22pm On Nov 19, 2013 |
I'm more hurricane than human, When you lie to me. Intentionally. Painfully. You're in your mindset Only to drive me outta mine. Its only a matter of time Where unseen powers Converge subtly Sublime. So, Care for a spin? How fast are those wheels, Against a tempestous wind? Go. 3 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 4:35pm On Nov 20, 2013 |
An honest 60 seconds poem... I USED 60 SECONDS TO TYPE THIS ON/VIA MY NOKIA CELL. GIVE IT A TRY TOO PERHAPS WHAT WOULD COME OUT WOULD MAKE SOME TITCH SENSE... ¸.•*´♥`*•.¸ Now am going to talk anyhow It vexes me to hear poets Spending days on a line of poem Pen according to your spirit-guides please... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/259780/an-honest-60-seconds-poem.html 1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 4:38pm On Nov 20, 2013 |
firestar: I'm more hurricane thanawwwww... Me! I am mad writer...simple... |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 4:50pm On Nov 20, 2013 |
LIFE CAN BE SO RIDICULOUS. ...and life can be so ludicrous. Sinners shrieking they are saints Saints not knowing what they've n' not using their commands Dis-heartened states cos; caused of temptations Temptations cos of betterment, unknown reasons Being pious-pious Yet shame upon shame and disses by friendly fellows. Nothing happens for something Something wouldn't happen for aye nothing. Everything, starting from nothing has a reason But with you believing all will end well soon And with an effective faith it'll, soon. But life can be so ridiculous Why must your servant become your boss? Infants Dying whilst the ageds are busy playing chess Loosers Winning whilst winners Screeching ah! "O M G what have we done to deserve these?" Enemies Bobbling besides the faithfuls that are doing this Weeping pins and coarsed pebbles of bottles... Life can be so ludicrous. Preposterous Outragious But always be holy and be fastidious. 1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 4:54pm On Nov 20, 2013 |
[b]Some treatment in religion...  When you worship in some church Traditional haven would better They'd give some treatment in religion To make your spirit feel numb ah! To realities ah! They'd ask you to hate every soul that hates you That you think that hates you Called 'em enemies They'd say These, they won't say 'em like that like that really... Hypocritical collars Treacherous teachers Move closer to 'em and with purer hearts and you'd marvel. The Muslims kill Xtians Xtians bragged (cos of Boko Haram) back to employ killers to avenge Where's the love tell me? The love is long lost now lies are what we thrust; trust. I have a church I am a church goer I don't go to church at times; deterred I am the church I am a church I don't church like majority I church to keep fearing and loving the husband of the church The world's ill and no panacea What we have now are religions of political soup The end time is surely near indeed Nothing like abortion in the past right? But now hos self-abort babies and doctors separate fused twins Odd things End time things...[/b] |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Nobody: 9:38am On Nov 25, 2013 |
4 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by VoiceofanInk(m): 5:31pm On Nov 26, 2013 |
Applause Nonso, a no-nonsense poem well spun!  abeg, give it a title. |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Nobody: 5:49pm On Nov 26, 2013 |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by princesa(f): 7:34pm On Nov 26, 2013 |
*joins in the applause* welcome to my poem haven by the way |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Nobody: 7:58pm On Nov 26, 2013 |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by LarryBeryl(m): 8:10am On Nov 27, 2013 |
The ruin of fame Without a dance of shame No1 is to blame intently, tossed away d game Shaking heads still wondering Why these cute legs still wandering It's not their job to start bordering Leaving no news to unravel But water always find its level Digging wit their speaking shovel He's nothing but yet they grovel Still at it but haven't found a clue There comes a question out of the blue These are many pieces why can't we make 'em glue? TIRED snoopers should get FIRED.. THAT'S A GAME WELL PLAYED!! 1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 10:11am On Nov 27, 2013 |
Larry_Beryl: The ruin of famevery handsome |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 10:19am On Nov 27, 2013 |
OSAMA BIN LADEN - ACROSTIC... Ostritch they said wouldn't put her face beneath the earth So many things aye, do befall earth-man on earth Any of you void of conundrums should March out and come and clean this black board And for nothing's even on earth all is odd so... Being beaten betwixt temptations or testings! In my ingsoc "Na same thing..." Let go any worldly worries but be expectant of positives! An average man they said wants to survive too Darlings, believe me nothing's ready to die ask your moo End your sorrows by heaving sighs of relief Nap your mind and believe that all is well... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/266418/america-and-lets-say-two-fingers-or-some-thumb-and-the-next-finger-coming-to-form-s0me.html |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by badmusace(m): 10:11pm On Nov 30, 2013 |
An experiment with a poetic form called, VILLANELLE. It is basically a verse form ruNning on two rhymes and consisting typically of 5 tercets (3 lined stanza) and a quatrain (4 lined stanza) in which the first and third lines of the opening tercet recur alternately at the end of the other tercets and together as the last two lines of the quatrain. Enjoy below: POEM: NEVER MY LOVE SHOULD YOU LEAVE ME YET Never my love should you leave me yet Though you tire of me, like we've lived for ages Our love will soon be fresh like we just newly met. Though the rain through my ceiling beats you wet And at me your potent anger rages Never my love should you leave me yet For all shall soon be ready and set As the new government promises triple wages Our love will soon be fresh like we just newly met Even though in outings like a bashful teen I fret And I still stay locked in my many cages Never my love should you leave me yet For that old me shall fade, which I won't regret; I shall also break free like heroes in your book pages Our love will soon be fresh like we just newly met To your problems, answers I'll give like grey haired sages But all these won't be in a day, but in rapid stages So never my love should you leave me yet For our love will soon be fresh like we just newly met Saturday, Nov 9 7:28pm 2013. 2 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by princesa(f): 11:02pm On Dec 03, 2013 |
Will you hold on tight to sins that doth beset? The lingering pleasure of earthly realm? The scent of bitter-sweet temptation nigh? The one that feeds our hunger growl. Or... Throw in the chains, shackles freed? Burn in the fire, our sex.ual care? Strengthen the weakness of our mortal being? Hunger for power from celestial realm? The issues that plague our helpless soul! What we want, we do not do. What we do, we do not want. Caught in the grasp of hedonistic snare Falling through time, oblivion and fear We keep our trod to the claws of the dreaded beast. Our heart heavy our steps light - Hypnotized by the twinkles in the beasts eyes, Dragging with might to kiss those eyes... And... Alas we are burnt. Humans we are afterall.  1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 12:02pm On Dec 04, 2013 |
[b] A TRIBUTE PAID TO MY FATE... ...and way eight Wait hate Wow 8 when 8 means co-operate Compensate and must do it resuscitate Cartoon carton create Of ire nay, high rate I can't help escape, this gate A leo's gate, like some vintage of a mad state Misconceived; interpretation of that status peeped through at past 8 O God need I command do state Of this, those n' that in these states you gaunt? Who's me a silent servant favoured, graced and merceid with Some grave pants but... Thanks yet Eating the hays you commandeth I respect am your pet I fear God God At most they'd died; end of act At least I can still rabbi another chapiter in Act. We call what we can't fathom madness Madness is what we call what we can't understand But what we can understand is what we manipulate What we manipulate is what we can understand We breed the more under the phase of this sun, scorchings Not even one person is too bad enough To deserve to spend a second in this world But God knows why for His why's Be wise Keep manifolds of memoir of questions you need to ask Jesus In the tamat of all days If you got lucky out of grace, yes I once asked my pastor some "this" But He argued in reply some "these" Wrong? Right? He was wrong; right You know I wasn't adjudging right? Earthman like me don't ask questions Too much, not that we are bragaddosios This isn't being of selfishness It is Like why are pleasing pawpaws putting on petty pants? We would always bring the best answers to questions. Grace. But God forgive me for what I don't understand And help heal me you created out of sand You understand I don't understand I understand They don't understand They understand they can't understand But with your, "I understand." I can make understand How you understand I don't understand We can't understand They can't understand I won't understand We can't understand. I know you understand Aye you understand As in, no no o you don't understand. Nothing's ordinary Everything makes sense like a sweet gari May God see our ears So that we can ear with our eyes Everything happens for a reason Even if you've just got jailed unjust feel at home and don't treason For everything always happen for [at least] one reason What was Governor Joseph's business in prison?  http://www.poetfreak.com/text/267923/sigh...-hmn.html[/b]1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 12:08pm On Dec 04, 2013 |
princesa: Will you hold on tight to sins that doth beset?horryfying and ta ettacha... Brava 1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by LarryBeryl(m): 1:32pm On Dec 04, 2013 |
Blabbing act in a talking drum Like the running speed in a CD-rom Chanting love,hate and death Uncertainty in seconds of this fooling realm Thou shall not and Thou shall Limitating the power of the powered And the might of the mighty Despite those divine decrees man still jump in flames with opened eyes The flawed nature of human stray us from a peaceful sleep Yey! The tears of blood in fire 1 Like |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by timpaker(m): 4:03pm On Dec 04, 2013 |
The young trees weren't agog with winter snow As the leaves chose to wither than grow Wafting gently autumnal crocus to the frozen ground While the night birds carols in sonorous sound Yet it is garbed in prismatic glimmering ice All over the street it dazzles the eyes Of Dryad, then it heard the bell breaking the ambience As if the wind was arguing with silence Then the sound lead to another, then another - A cacophony deafened the air and shakened the order A man with a chainsaw needs a Christmas tree He sawed off the root and fissured it with glee A young lad - a sentry was stationed by the way He held his own star, lights and candies in a manner somewhat gay "Careful dad!" As the tree succumbed its teary droplets on dad Before making a fall that made Dryad sad But its Christmas isn't it? 3 Likes |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by badmusace(m): 11:17pm On Dec 04, 2013 |
timpaker: The young trees weren't agog with winter snow Erm..where is my dictionary? Sacrifice Dryad's shelter, so humans can enjoy Christmas  |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by badmusace(m): 11:35pm On Dec 04, 2013 |
princesa: Will you hold on tight to sins that doth beset? |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by badmusace(m): 11:40pm On Dec 04, 2013 |
AT THE END OF A YEAR Our own version of winter: The morning fog afflicts us with temporary myopia; The early cold continually snoozes our alarms. Hence, more childbirth in September. The car zooms past us, leaving behind a mushroom of dust, which find homes on thirsty leaves and naked roofs. Wrinkled lips like dried tree barks; In between fingers and toes, ‘white’ strategically hides. Sometimes giving the illusion of a hastily powdered skin. Skit: On TV, a kid wails in betwixt laps of a grinning-rotund-black-white-bearded-man in loose fitted red and hat of same. Wasteful spending begins: My neighbour has starved all through the year, to fatten her purse. Only to empty its contents on stocks, needed and unneeded, to be demolished in two hurried gobbles! Every other year, she passes this same old torch to her 'old-new' self. Quick ascension period on the financial scale and all other weighted ills: Birthing houses scythed for day old young; The road lies in wait with an appetite larger than ever, Twisted metals and shards of jagged glass smeared scarlet are remnants from its daily meal, Still beings void of organs flank our roads; All forms of nappers device new means and revise old means for capture; Our own forceful and erratic aurora borealis, with showers of debris and disjointed beings, casts a gloomy shade all over. Why this sudden change? ‘Season Greetings.’ Now it all makes sense. |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 2:52am On Dec 05, 2013 |
timpaker: The young trees weren't agog with winter snowmuaaaah... I love diss |
| Re: One Poem For The Road by Jodekss(m): 3:02am On Dec 05, 2013 |
Help me with a title for this please... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/268171/help-me-with-a-title-for-this-please.html I typed this immediately I learnt about the demise of Paul Walker... He died a so ironcal death and damn painful... Well, we are all alive today... To die someday... ...and God now that only vanity Frowns against infinity∞ I mean, a good infinity We labourous there and here But all this I mean, isn't it melodramatic Insane To lose a fish To an healthy water? Life sucks Death's our kits even the sucks Eternity; the out-door The out-door is of two-some Where where we wink Where where we weap Where would we meet in the end Of this world that means nothing with all she has? Places of fires Phases of beautifuls? |
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