Once there was a girl who got her lips stick Accidentally she used glue stick instead of chapstick She couldn't open her mouth to eat or shout She could only make gestures that seemed so loud Her behavior bordered on slapstick. # limerick
You watch over me with your signature smile I hear a song in the picture you paint Pastels for lyrics, rose red for rhymes I see a picture in your song so beautifully quaint You did it all in your inimitable style. I still call your name in the silent night The echo of feelings etched so deep When tears bleed to weep Your absence don't make it right. There is peace in the silence of memory The warmth of your embrace was luxury I try to find my strength in words It's an escape where reality is blurred. Trying to hold on to what is lost Forgetting is not easy at any cost. Feeling it all slipping away from my hand There is a lot that life can demand. I will still call your name in the silent night In this pathless journey, I close my eyes tight.
You slam-dunk me 'Cus I got this mother mucking around waiting for rhymes to grind She gave me no vision It was like being blind As I played hooky in college Provost made it bondage Less than average, more a bore So lame, I couldn't score My fingers fidget My quill raps Gives me crap A slap Of Ink To pat On Paper mat. I became hell's child Even tho they raised me nice I can get easily riled Let me show ya how I grin, smile I go by the meter When lines are drawn The bottom line Is when I lose my mind If you think poetry is stuffy Then you ain't seen a tough cookie.
Trellis swathed in tulle Draped with mauve and russet hues Ring-a-ring of wild blossoms In winds that spill prose Auburn flushed tangled trees gleam Paths mapped by pirouetting wings Exploding to song On a chrome mist of thyme scents Cascading landscapes' prism Lacquered in aurum A finger painted sky lore Where autumn bonfires smoke. # Choka
Woe to the man who gives woe to another hu~man .
In the Loneliest tears The soul burns The invaded innocence Fear created Forgiveness hardly Darkness breathes Untold traumas Vulnerability cannot comprehend Rhetoric bent, bruised Self-righteous life's Fatal doze swift. Crumpled stars offer Condolenses on inheriting A broken earth Infinitesimal happiness despairs I try to listen to my thoughts Standing in the cacophony. Death before death.
Illusory captcha Fleeting lackadaisical Intangible spiel Light speed Catapulted The Big Bang Stretching The precision beat Of a paradigm entity Our knowledge finite Realm of infinite vast An exercise in mind exercise To wrap ones head around..
Home is..... Where your __ss is sat The coat hung in the rack Where you hook up your hat. The rude nude... When naked truth Looks you in the eye From truth you can't shy That's life's way of saying Your sanity I certify. When hunger becomes mean.... My toaster burnt to a char To me, looked like coal tar Microwave waved a finger Asking if I wanted dinner So I gassed my foot in the car Hunger gave me that much power. (This happened on the way to the diner) Labour room mayhem.... The gynaecologist swooned When Mary had a little lamb The doctor needed dopamine Seeing the four legged bloodline. Ba ba bopeep... When ba ba black sheep Hit a favourite note The flutist began to weep The sheep had gotten his goat That became an irritation in the throat. Mirror, mirror on the wall....... With my broken smile I looked in the mirror I saw myself clearer The mirror became dearer. When sheet happens...... When shit happens Puts me in a lot of jeopardy I turn chaos to poetry I make the breast of it When shit happens I don't let it throw me Off balance. Floored homeless.... My bed threw me out Burning the midnight oil I burned the House down I am floored. ## Burlesque.
Somewhere Between The silence And the pause I try to find the words I write a love letter to Cupid My Syllables All Wrong.
As poets we have learned not to hate Theories of race, religion we cannot relate. A poet cannot be dictated to We write what our hearts hold true. From across the globe, we come to share Joys, sorrows, burdens we bare We are here today, gone tomorrow Life is but a time that we borrow Sharing thoughts, experiences On a platform that gives new meaning Learning to listen, learning to give The tolerance of learning to forgive. One cannot change the world with poetry Writing a poem is a feat extraordinary I think the written word is a thing of beauty Where sensibilities find sanctuary The world of poets is a fine place Here poets orbit as stars in the Milky Space.