Neither have I silver nor gold
Surely know I have soul
With less dismay but bold
I'll let wild out my goal
This would be a resource manual
To rate thy giver to earth
This would be a great trial
To the eves of the earth
Nine rounds of thirty day's understatement
Every round of two hundred and seventy
Days would suit the statement
No merry, no joy but groan plenty
Out of the mind, I'll boldly write
To the eves of the nation
Against the serpent we'll fight
To appease man of creation
Sounds the voice of the traitor
"Take and be unveilely wise"
"where're you" is the voice of the creator
"We're naked" false wisdom in his eyes rise
Forgive us father, suit all mothers
That groan, strive'll be less
At the giving stage. No bothers
Of crucial bitterness but happiness
Oh God, see the folks through
Whom absence is their mother
Know I you are thee true
To present their mind with no bother
Their minds fill with love
Their souls fill with strong aim
That they'll not renege. Above
All, affable care, give to them
Was I to earth by great woman
Ebony black, one'f her feutures
Ago, now aged, by her man
Yeah, you'll confirm by pictures
Either have I soul, mind or hand
I'll celebrate mothers in no dismay
Present, past, to show thee love in kind
To thee all, blessed mothers day
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 7:34 AM UTC
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Oh! wicked vicious blindness,
pleasant part of darkness,
Softly called sightlessness.
Your symbol is blackness,
Oh! wicked blindness.
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Bearing the least resemblance of white,
Stagger and stumble becomes ultimate,
Best friend turns to be the dark night,
Lightlessness's the only thing you await.
Oh! wicked blindness.
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The very moment they become blind,
Then, sight declined, death affined.
they begin to see the never seen,
For them, the seeings go no theme.
Oh! wicked blindness.
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My only saviour is the Ear,
No ground for delight in ******
why?. Sorrow is all I hear,
In both physical and spiritual.
Oh! wicked blindness.
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Hello! To all the sightless fellow,
Known and Unknown in sorrow.
With you, I do feel the pain,
With Maker, we'll break the chain.
And the lightning sight, we'll regain.
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To hell with the wicked, vicious Blindness..
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Okoye Chikamso (Mr_Focus)
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I rolled out of bed
to start my day,
but the power was off
my all electric home,
as still as a grave.
No coffee, or toast.
The refrigerator not cold,
the freezer started dripping
the contents soon to spoil.
No computer, no cell phone service!
I began sweating profusely,
no air conditioning to cool me.
Not even a TV Emergency Broadcast Alert,
to release this uneasy feeling of topsy-turvy .
I drove into town seeking a pay phone,
with not a single one to be found,
gone the way of the dinosaurs,
extinct now too I assumed.
My old truck had no computer chips,
most cars did and were dead in their tracks.
I needed gas but the gas station pumps
electric computer driven, all DOA to boot.
The Nations electric grid had crashed,
blacked out, stone cold dead everywhere.
All heavenly satellites blacked out, expired.
Everything computer related (and
that is about everything), had ceased
to function as had the electronic reliant
world we had created.
The street throngs of dazed people walked
around like zombies, clutching blacked out
dead computer devices, knowing not what to do.
Not even talking, forgotten I guess how to do that too.
As dependently defectively programmed as the useless
devices in their hands.
In a panic I did awake finding that
this scary dream world was indeed all fake,
a nightmare of fearful unconscious thinking.
My electric clock was still churning,
It's music alarm blaring,
birds outside still singing,
my cell phone started ringing,
it was merely another Robot call,
Welcoming me back to the 21 century.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC