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Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 5:25pm On Mar 23, 2015
[b]The Godfather Muse.

Black and white tux
Well fitted,
Tilted fedora hat
Resting on scanty hair,
Puffing,
Smoking,
Coughing,
Pointing,
Disloyalty sways
No mercy.

Flammable Vodka
Caresses opaque copita glass,
Burnt parejos
Buried in a golden ash tray,
Burning,
Sipping,
Slurping,
Exhaling,
Belching,
The price for snitching my pay
Is death by dismemberment.

Stainless blade
Nicely sharpened,
Titanium glock
Death's teeth and mouth gladden,
Shooting,
Cutting,
Squirting,
Fountain of blood gushing,
When crossing that path,
Death is never enough!

Domestic beasts
Scampering body parts on the floor,
Greed is like Oliver -
Hungering for more,
Barking,
Fighting,
Laughing,
Godfather doesn't forget
He whose body he gored.

Gunshots echoed
Over hungry beasts,
Fear feeds
Through his fealty feast,
Panting,
Sitting,
Smiting,
One more guest, Silence - joined
The dinner at least.

Money piled in black boxes
An exchange for dead body parts
Counting,
Stashing,
Packing,
He who must do crime
Must first sell his heart.[/b]

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Re: Sojourning Mind by joseph1832(m): 4:07am On Mar 24, 2015
Nice.
Re: Sojourning Mind by basille(m): 7:23pm On Mar 24, 2015
Classic.
Re: Sojourning Mind by basille(m): 7:23pm On Mar 24, 2015
Re: Sojourning Mind by OMA4U(m): 6:51pm On Mar 27, 2015
...He who must do crime
Must first sell his heart...

This poem really potrays CRIME. Nice poem from A BOSS.

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Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 2:09pm On Apr 30, 2015
THE POT AND THE KETTLE (rhyme)

White in, black out, two friends of fire
Sits on a worn out rack
Both excreting droplets when excited and admired
On the embers of a sparkling black rock so dark....

***
Each drabbling and sweltering in a furnace-friendly pose,
Broiling and boiling under hellish guide,
As water and stew fumble through the chef's nose
Hungry war chided off its recipes with pride.

****

When a thick smoke swam the kitchen eyes -
The Kettle accuses pot of stretching the fire,
A flummoxed chef writhe in acerbic cries
As tea drown its meal in a battles of desire;
The white ashes also smolders the black rock,
Precluding the bubbling meal from getting done
By suspending guest as they drool on its spoon and fork,
A delay that made the colourful ingredients separate one by one.



Mirroring the xenophobic activity in S.A.

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Re: Sojourning Mind by OMA4U(m): 12:08am On May 04, 2015
The poem is socko!!! I love it. Thanks for sharing, sir.

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Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 11:12am On May 04, 2015
OMA4U:
The poem is socko!!! I love it. Thanks for sharing, sir.
Thanks bro.
Okay, a quick guess.....who is the 'Pot' and who is the 'Kettle'?
grin
Re: Sojourning Mind by Nobody: 11:36pm On May 04, 2015
timpaker:

Thanks bro.
Okay, a quick guess.....who is the 'Pot' and who is the 'Kettle'?
grin

Does it have something to do with APC and PDP? grin
Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 2:07pm On May 05, 2015
laykorn:


Does it have something to do with APC and PDP? grin

Nah! South Africa and other African country
Re: Sojourning Mind by OMA4U(m): 7:57pm On May 05, 2015
timpaker:

Thanks bro.
Okay, a quick guess.....who is the 'Pot' and who is the 'Kettle'?
grin
uhmmm.... Can I really guess right? Juxtaposing the relationship between South Africa and Nigeria during apartheid and now, xenophobia? Tell me, please.
Re: Sojourning Mind by joseph1832(m): 12:25pm On May 07, 2015
timpaker:

Thanks bro.
Okay, a quick guess.....who is the 'Pot' and who is the 'Kettle'?
grin
Nigeria the pot South Africa the kettle. Why? Tribalism and ethnic sentiment has been going on since the time we were amalgamated, even after then, the events of the civil war and post civil war speaks volumes about how we will murder our fellow Nigerians here in cold blood and feel good about it, only for us to cry wolf when we see them being beaten and murdered abroad!.

My opinion though!.

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Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 2:53pm On May 08, 2015
joseph1832:
Nigeria the pot South Africa the kettle. Why? Tribalism and ethnic sentiment has been going on since the time we were amalgamated, even after then, the events of the civil war and post civil war speaks volumes about how we will murder our fellow Nigerians here in cold blood and feel good about it, only for us to cry wolf when we see them being beaten and murdered abroad!.

My opinion though!.

Wow!!! You just brought out the ambiguity of the poem.
You did great though as I would rate 6/10 grin
Bravo! cool

Last one.... Who is the 'chef'?
Get this right and you'll chance yourself a recharge card (highest denomination) of your choice. wink
Re: Sojourning Mind by Nobody: 2:57pm On May 08, 2015
timpaker:


Wow!!! You just brought out the ambiguity of the poem.
You did great though as I would rate 6/10 grin
Bravo! cool

Last one.... Who is the 'chef'?
Get this right and you'll chance yourself a recharge card (highest denomination) of your choice. wink


The West? undecided
Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 3:04pm On May 08, 2015
laykorn:


The West? undecided

Nope. You've lost your chance. sad
Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 9:49pm On May 08, 2015
[b]The P0rnst*r Portrait

On my polished wall,
She gracefully stare.

Wanting to taint my pleasure,
and muck my flare.

Uneasy, I flatter
Here and there.

While I crave
Her careless care.

Under the covers
You imaginatively lay,

In my head,
Your prowess held me sway.

I'm making a movie
With you in play.

This is not dream
Nor a fallacious fay

The precept of play:
"A not to be freed slave"

Hedonistically snared,
My freedom i freely gave

Gag me with your lips
If i rave.

And punish me gravely
When I misbehave.

Make a coward
Off my bravery.

Like a seductive dominatrix,
Slink me to slavery.

Pluck out the lights,
For the day to gently tarry

Flirt with my mind; and
Forgive my debauchery.

For night after nights,
More moribund rounds

Ruffling of sheets,
As my 'bone' pound

When I scream,
For that pleasure I found

Passion in frigidity?
Silence is a sound.

You've purloined
My scintilla of scruples.

With your eyes
Faintly blue as purple.

Yet I lavish you with kisses,
It increases everyday on a double.

Now your picture is scarred
By the lips and knuckle.
[/b]

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Re: Sojourning Mind by OMA4U(m): 10:01pm On May 08, 2015
joseph1832:
Nigeria the pot South Africa the kettle. Why? Tribalism and ethnic sentiment has been going on since the time we were amalgamated, even after then, the events of the civil war and post civil war speaks volumes about how we will murder our fellow Nigerians here in cold blood and feel good about it, only for us to cry wolf when we see them being beaten and murdered abroad!.

My opinion though!.
Great analysis. Well done, sir.

I love the diction used in this poem. I doff my hat, Sir Timpaker.
Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 10:11pm On May 08, 2015
Ese Sir! Bawo ni na? cheesy
OMA4U:

Great analysis. Well done, sir.

I love the diction used in this poem. I doff my hat, Sir Timpaker.
Re: Sojourning Mind by joseph1832(m): 9:24am On May 09, 2015
timpaker:
THE POT AND THE KETTLE (rhyme)


[b]As water and stew fumble through the chef's nose


A flummoxed chef writhe in acerbic cries



Mirroring the xenophobic activity in S.A.

timpaker:


Wow!!! You just brought out the ambiguity of the poem.
You did great though as I would rate 6/10 grin
Bravo! cool

Last one.... Who is the 'chef'?
Get this right and you'll chance yourself a recharge card (highest denomination) of your choice. wink


Well since you asked I see the chef as two entities.

The First is the U.N/U.S. They guide every doings in this very world and still fail to do what they're meant to do. They sit and fold their hands when things such as race and tribe rear their ugly head, and most times when it leads to slaughtering of human beings.

The U.N/U.S are suppose to be the watchdog of the world yet they're in itself, weak and inadequate when it comes to securing lives and property because they sit idle and watch people get killed.

The recent event of the Israeli and Palestian war comes to mind, where thousands of women and children lost their lives as a result of Israeli rocket fire and complete bombardment of Gaza strip.

The second is Mother Nature/Humanity. Nature weeps each time a live is lost and weeps even more when its in hundreds, thousands and millions. Humanity has seen its own fair share of blood from time in memorial, where man sometimes return to the State of Nature as propounded by Thomas Hobbes where he describe it as "Homo Homini Lupus Est" simply put, "man is wolf to man" that is man eats man.

We are no longer contented with killing and raping the Earth, but killing ourselves has become of a hobby than anything else. We kill just to foster and bolster our superiority as long as its not us who gets killed or anybody related to us. We're okay with it and we don't even blink an eyelid.

Just my thoughts once again. That is from what I can decipher from the poem.

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Re: Sojourning Mind by texanomaly(f): 1:01pm On May 09, 2015
timpaker:
[b]The P0rnst*r Portrait

On my polished wall,
She gracefully stare.

Wanting to taint my pleasure,
and muck my flare.

Uneasy, I flatter
Here and there.

While I crave
Her careless care.

Under the covers
You imaginatively lay,

In my head,
Your prowess held me sway.

I'm making a movie
With you in play.

This is not dream
Nor a fallacious fay

The precept of play:
"A not to be freed slave"

Hedonistic snared,
My freedom i freely gave

Gag me with your lips
If i rave.

And punish me gravely
When I misbehave.

Make a coward
Off my bravery.

Like a seductive dominatrix,
Slink me to slavery.

Pluck out the lights,
For the day to gently tarry

Flirt with my mind; and
Forgive my debauchery.

For night after nights,
More moribund rounds

Ruffling of sheets,
As my 'bone' pound

When I scream,
For that pleasure I found

Passion in frigidity?
Silence is a sound.

You've purloined
My scintilla of scruples.

With your eyes
Faintly blue as purple.

Yet I lavish you with kisses,
It increases everyday on a double.

Now your picture is scarred
By the lips and knuckle.
[/b]

Hmmm...it might be time to find a new picture and hobby. lipsrsealed grin

You draw some very explicit pictures. shocked

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Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 1:17am On May 11, 2015
texanomaly:


Hmmm...it might be time to find a new picture and hobby. lipsrsealed grin

You draw some very explicit pictures. shocked

Heheheheheh. Please find that picture and paint beautiful poetry with it... I'm curious to see the outcome.

Explicit? And I was thinking of writing the part 2, I.e. d aftermath or the thought of the actress prior to when her picture was taken.

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Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 1:28am On May 11, 2015
joseph1832:





The U.N. They guide every doings in this very world and still fail to do what they're meant to do. They sit and fold their hands when things such as race and tribe rear their ugly head, and most times when it leads to slaughtering of human beings.

The U.N are suppose to be the watchdog of the world yet they're in itself, weak and inadequate when it comes to securing lives and property because they sit idle and watch people get killed.
Just my thoughts once again. That is from what I can decipher from the poem.
Hi buddy,
You got it partly right. The answer is the UN.
I'm excited that you're very vast in International politics. Perhaps one day we could dabble into the issue of Gaza. I'd like to read your views on it but on the meantime, PM me with ur digits for the gift.

Cheers!
Re: Sojourning Mind by joseph1832(m): 7:16am On May 11, 2015
timpaker:

Hi buddy,
You got it partly right. The answer is the UN.
I'm excited that you're very vast in International politics. Perhaps one day we could dabble into the issue of Gaza. I'd like to read your views on it but on the meantime, PM me with ur digits for the gift.

Cheers!
I'm a political scientist bro. grin.
Re: Sojourning Mind by texanomaly(f): 2:50pm On May 12, 2015
timpaker:
Heheheheheh. Please find that picture and paint beautiful poetry with it... I'm curious to see the outcome.

Explicit? And I was thinking of writing the part 2, I.e. d aftermath or the thought of the actress prior to when her picture was taken.

Have you read any of my poetry? Many have explicit subject matter. You just may not notice it at first, or even till you think about it later. grin
Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 3:56pm On May 12, 2015
texanomaly:


Have you read any of my poetry? Many have explicit subject matter. You just may not notice it at first, or even till you think about it later. grin

Yeah i have read some. 'Startender' is one of the many I somehow memorized and could picture...


Re: Sojourning Mind by texanomaly(f): 4:31pm On May 12, 2015
timpaker:


Yeah i have read some. 'Startender' is one of the many I somehow memorized and could picture...




Wow...thanks smiley
Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 4:16pm On May 13, 2015
GIRLS


I see beneath the fashion worries,
Buried in the colourful mask of beauty,
As they look so crazily and perceptibly vain,
Slinking and poising on a 6'inch heels,
Uncomfortably comfortable...
I just scream "girls!!!"
cheesy

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Re: Sojourning Mind by joseph1832(m): 5:30pm On May 13, 2015
timpaker:
GIRLS

I see beneath the fashion worries, Buried in the colourful mask of beauty, As they look so crazily and perceptibly vain, Slinking and poising on a 6'inch heels, Uncomfortably comfortable... I just scream "girls!!!"
cheesy
You could have just called them Bimbos!. gringringrin

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Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 5:28pm On May 20, 2015
[b] Conflict in the Graveyard

Like the gale-force wind that walks unrestrained,
A new nomadic soul loiters the necroplis,
Clad in dark heavy shadow with restless peace;
Upsetting the silence of a stretched sleep
Till it perched and cracked the barrow of a forgotten demon,
And there begins the conflict in the graveyard.

It happened under the coal night; with a bitten moon face agleam,
An owl in its clairvoyance glee refereed on anthill-like tumuli.
The forgotten demon disentombed and dust off its husk;
Trudging boldly onward, upturning telekinetically
Any grave with an encomium or an "RIP" epitaph written headstone;
Indeed there would be conflict in the graveyard.

Crackles of dried flowers on shattered tombs
Swirling like a tornadic ring towards a grandfather's clock,
Hitting the pendulum above the tintinnabulatum -
It was set- a poltergeist has risen! As vagrant souls locked headstones
On each other, scampering for a rest place... but on whose sepulcher
Would we rest when there is conflict in the graveyard?

The demon ransacked all vaults in the necropolis
Splotching stones of soulless filth in search of the one who erased its epitaph
"How long did I sleep for my epigraph to faintly vanish?"
Its claws rumple the nomadic soul till it thawed into oblivion,
Yet it raids further; dead souls called their possessors for justice
For an intervention into the conflict in the graveyard.

Two spirits as old as the earth paced the necropolis,
From thunder and quake they made their marks
On the scruffy sand; thus the demon marched forward
And bent a knee to the eerie and unearthly
Looking frigidly disturbed by the peace of the unpeaceful...
"I caused the conflict in the graveyard"...

Queried where its souls has been since
It left its body from its birth of death?
It said it has been quietened by the epitaph they read at its rambunctious requiem
And words engraved on its tomb till a wanderer mopped it off.
"Possessor, is it fair to have a 'Rest' when your "Peace" has been altered?
Mum possessors lost judgement. Conflict in the Graveyard.

[/b]

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Re: Sojourning Mind by timpaker(m): 5:32pm On May 20, 2015
Tags: Princesa
OMA4U

Laykorn

Fire star

Joseph1832

Tolutweety

I will come up with the theme and analysis soon. Meanwhile enjoy....
Re: Sojourning Mind by princesa(f): 7:47pm On May 20, 2015
Answered the call. Be quick with the analysis so I can better understand the poem. Big big grammar too much

And err ''The P0rn5tar portrait' is err... grin
Re: Sojourning Mind by joseph1832(m): 8:19am On May 21, 2015
Nice. I like it when people speak about the necropolis. It reminds me every human will visit there one day.

Nice poem Timpaker.

Princesa take style talk say you like the IndecentStar portrait joor... grin

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