Haiku, a poem
five, seven then five morae
has only three lines.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
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Fazzy moams on wivvel crusts
carry jazms on flocked pavs.
Rinkulled witty over sark
unburcoaled plinks of bloo.
Serry nark are they cronking
and fillipas grapples in kloque.
Verx on spappled gurns are they
torting through gattering weems.
Fernol wend the schism klone
Glolling fast in clutty pawk.
Scenty flox drozzle by teas
Nisting on cowt rinnalled dawn.
Yurish casts of nash pigoon
stoz over hinty-hanty bynum.
When in merdeen lemp quimsy
dilly noff flyx and wempwarble.
For loofin under korots mingle
At the imtem tong fallop.
Shoozy bales of cremp deflate
and gwample rooks the plisties.
©Pagan Paul (22/06/16)
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
I hold you tight up against my body
I take you with me even to the party
I rub you back and forth
Up and down from south to north
I love the way you sing hard and soft
I just can't keep my hands off
I pull you close
From coast to coast
You are beautifully sound
I will never pass you around
Magnificently perfect
You have all of my respect
You are my best friend
Till the end
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
I was unfortunate to have never meet you
I feel as if I knew you your so smooth
You took America's music
To another dimensional mystical
You sang with your heart, body,and soul
We as fans felt you when you was so amphibole
Your so perfect,flawless,and had an incredible gift
I could look at your pictures endlessly get my drift
Your music is heard
Every day in my heart,mind and soul for the world
Your Heart and soul
Was made of gold
You inspired so many people you mentored so many artists
You are the brightest
You was and still are loved
We as fans miss and love you wishing we could have made love to you
We all fell in love
Just like a beautiful dove
When you left us we all cried and continue to mourn
So ********
You will never be forgotten you will always be remembered
you are branded in our soul that's confirmed
When I lay quietly I can hear you singing with the angels
I surly can't wait to meet you in heaven to take you in like a sponge
Prince your the one and only
You will always live in my heart never to be lonely
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
Went to the doctor today
Should've stayed in for the day
Got really bad news Doctor see's
What no one wants to see the letter C
Had to tell my family
***** so much, to be in reality
Why did this happen to me
Lord please give me an absentee
I want to get rid of this demon
So I can have some freedom
I'm like the calico cat in the hood
Like Nick said I'll bounce back like she would
I know if I die mother f---er you better not meet me at the pearly gates cause you won't be on your feet
I'll ram you right through to the Devils cage where you need to face your own rampage
I will fight for my life
Just like I fought you with all my might
You may haunt me now
But you won't do it up there
I've done some shady s--t
I guess I deserved all of this
I'm a fighter, and I will sting you like a bee
Like the great Mohammed Ali
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
success
isn't a days job
or something to wake up
in hurry to say it is done
patience
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
You were my perfect poem
Brief but of many lessons
Our life was the perfect paradox
For love I thought we could rhyme
You hated all I ever loved,I loved all you hated
You said dirt was clean and the sun was cold
You desired tears for years
And resisted all advances of happiness
All you hated I had to forsake
For our love was at stake
But like a toddler you had fun with my feelings
Leaving our blindest love in darkness reeling
Yet my greatest victory was losing you
My severest pain was my sweetest gain
You schooled me through experience
My all-time worst teacher
You were my perfect poem
Eternity would be short to describe the undescribable
For when my hand is strong to hold the pen
Then my heart is weak to pen the words
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
writing poetry, for me, has become like a eating disorder.
although instead of consuming,
i'm the one producing.
each day i strive for this unattainable image,
this glorified idea of what i might become,
and the parasite in my brain grows.
i force my finger down my throat,
causing words to come bubbling up.
and each time they are more vile than the last,
a sour odor wafting from them.
my mouth burns from the acid but it tastes like victory.
because at least i created something.
and i leave my poetry there to rot,
refusing to admit i have a problem.
too blind to understand that each time i do this i'm slowly killing myself.
i'm hungry for something that can sustain me,
but i reject every antidote.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
Stretched figure strains
working hard to get by,
while staying sore and tired
most of his life.
Lonely man in a home,
family forgotten.
Siblings lost to time.
Skin wrinkled, mostly deaf
eye sight almost gone.
No one knowing
what is going
on inside his mind.
Abused wife
desperately trying to get along
stressed and angry all the time,
always running away.
Housing brat
walks the block.
Neighbors
hear his mother scream,
know that something isn’t right
but they don’t do a ****** thing.
Abandoned brother,
abandoned son,
lonely druggee
judged by everyone
steals this and some of that
just to get something
to distract him from the fact
that his immediate family
doesn’t want him to come back.
I’ll be the keeper of their stories.
Though you might never know their names,
might never know their shame,
I will not let you forget their pain.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
some people have given up,they see Nigeria as hopeless,They feel it can not get better.they come with history records,recent happenings and even present situations.People are frustrated and tired so out of the frustration comes so much cursing and bitter words.
Believe me when I say I know the feeling of disappointment,the hurt that one feels when hopes are raised only to be dashed.But when I withdraw from the so much noise and look a little deeper.I see good...so much good in Nigeria.I am being really honest now.I know someone can see this good but if you can not, I wish I could borrow you my eyes, just so you see what I see and of course return my precious eyes back.
Right from the time of Adam and to this very day,We humans tend to feel comfortable pushing blames.We refuse owning up to our wrongs or inefficiency.
While complaining of a cut in your leg there is someone with no legs,he would gladly take your legs with the cut , Be thankful and treat the cut.When the complain is not healing the cut,why don't you use the time to find some first aid.
Why curse when you can bless
why speak death when you Can speak Life
why worry when you can pray
We can change our thinking
We can look inwards at what we can do
We can individually make a positive difference
I'm not saying become voiceless,I'm saying let your voice carry positive value and be backed up with positive actions.
Can anything good come from Nigeria?
Yes!I'm a good example
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC