poeticameen - Hello Poetry

There's no such thing as political sabotage! Lets sow A seed of corruption That will propagate and Spread in one Cascading swoop Perhaps lets turn This disgraced democracy Into a monkey circus Take as much as we can For these trees never stop Bringing forth plenty fruits There's no such thing as political sabotage! Lets empower them With enough firearms So they can throw fireworks Anytime and build camps On mineral-rich sites They are like our children We should learn to overlook Their every wrong Even still forgive Their incessant spills Of innocent bloods Perhaps we the agbada Hunters! Have lost our whistle And hold on these Stray desert dogs There's no such thing as political sabotage! Where convicted bandits Are being bottle-fed with The resources of the land And are integrated Into the arm Meant to safeguard lives Eliminate any foreign threat But instead spread chaos Like a giant fire-breathing Sharp-toothed reptile! Spitting havoc on its trail Still? There's not such thing as Political sabotage With the coming re-election We shall steal your mandates Again and broker peace deal With your oppressors Lest they don't come after us Since our domesticated pets Have now returned as Mountain lions

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Nov 11, 2025

Nov 11, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC

poeticameen

The chaff and Janjaweeds

There's no such thing as political sabotage! Lets sow A seed of corruption That will propagate and Spread in one Cascading swoop Perhaps lets turn This disgraced democracy Into a monkey circus Take as much as we can For these trees never stop Bringing forth plenty fruits There's no such thing as political sabotage! Lets empower them With enough firearms So they can throw fireworks Anytime and build camps On mineral-rich sites They are like our children We should learn to overlook Their every wrong Even still forgive Their incessant spills Of innocent bloods Perhaps we the agbada Hunters! Have lost our whistle And hold on these Stray desert dogs There's no such thing as political sabotage! Where convicted bandits Are being bottle-fed with The resources of the land And are integrated Into the arm Meant to safeguard lives Eliminate any foreign threat But instead spread chaos Like a giant fire-breathing Sharp-toothed reptile! Spitting havoc on its trail Still? There's not such thing as Political sabotage With the coming re-election We shall steal your mandates Again and broker peace deal With your oppressors Lest they don't come after us Since our domesticated pets Have now returned as Mountain lions

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Till the sky caves in My search for deeper meaning In life grows darker I'm at a mid-point Of a chaotic journey That stretches my will To keep living on Borrowed time with broken arbor Already and still Ligament and bones Trudging along high And vast crackling ground Should prosperity Be split between two awfuls One part foolery Let me die alone Than waste away in a union Turned adversity That tails me behind With my weight and cross drowning Catch a pause and breathe

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Oct 17, 2025

Oct 17, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC

poeticameen

Till the sky caves in

Till the sky caves in My search for deeper meaning In life grows darker I'm at a mid-point Of a chaotic journey That stretches my will To keep living on Borrowed time with broken arbor Already and still Ligament and bones Trudging along high And vast crackling ground Should prosperity Be split between two awfuls One part foolery Let me die alone Than waste away in a union Turned adversity That tails me behind With my weight and cross drowning Catch a pause and breathe

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"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.” Like a gold coin you sit inside me as I transcend closer than the heart closer than the soul chakra of old faint steady light helios orb of fire daystar ... I journey on and you light my inner path you shine like a beacon, in the thick of night... Like the golden sun when it blazes like a yellow diamond in the middle of a lovely summer afternoon you are a cut above the rest ! Inside me you radiate and fill me with inner strength "Manipura" lustrous gem that you are, you are the jewel of my solar plexus ! You are the sun that lives in me, the light that never fades You give me a strong sense of self and you never abandon me.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC

Loretta

Dweller Of Our Heart

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.” Like a gold coin you sit inside me as I transcend closer than the heart closer than the soul chakra of old faint steady light helios orb of fire daystar ... I journey on and you light my inner path you shine like a beacon, in the thick of night... Like the golden sun when it blazes like a yellow diamond in the middle of a lovely summer afternoon you are a cut above the rest ! Inside me you radiate and fill me with inner strength "Manipura" lustrous gem that you are, you are the jewel of my solar plexus ! You are the sun that lives in me, the light that never fades You give me a strong sense of self and you never abandon me.

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The moody weather or something Long overcooked perhaps Still sizzling outside or worse Like some giant red-hot steel Needed taming and quenching Oh! The blacksmiths of the skies Blacken with thick smoke And appeared somewhat Motionless like some foamy Caught on camera The incessant light showers During this month could wash off the icing Of a cake faster than The summer heat of Miami Some sipped and laughed while Having their skins kneaded We watched on our TV screens How they got baked and ready How they frolicked about In rainbow bikinis and Walked stealthily on beach sands But somewhere in Nigeria Same hour and day Where the sun goes MIA Where the indoor dwellers Become weather observers Overstaying her welcome August rain is that mean guest That lets her pneumonia sneeze Get inside your shivering skin

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Aug 9, 2025

Aug 9, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC

poeticameen

August Rain

The moody weather or something Long overcooked perhaps Still sizzling outside or worse Like some giant red-hot steel Needed taming and quenching Oh! The blacksmiths of the skies Blacken with thick smoke And appeared somewhat Motionless like some foamy Caught on camera The incessant light showers During this month could wash off the icing Of a cake faster than The summer heat of Miami Some sipped and laughed while Having their skins kneaded We watched on our TV screens How they got baked and ready How they frolicked about In rainbow bikinis and Walked stealthily on beach sands But somewhere in Nigeria Same hour and day Where the sun goes MIA Where the indoor dwellers Become weather observers Overstaying her welcome August rain is that mean guest That lets her pneumonia sneeze Get inside your shivering skin

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You poke my heart With spiteful words My confidence Retreats to its shell You may see yourself great King of all lords I bet you; There are more dead kings And lords in hell I cannot say to you There's a speck In your eyes But it's mine You see plain To point at and Speak ill of The tongue you wag Is coated with lies For everytime you speak The world stands still For everytime you speak The ocean’s tides Empty their tanks For everytime you speak Those words you let out Are nothing akin to a prank For everytime you speak Dense forests let deserts Encroach their yards For everytime you speak The consequence of your acts Should put you behind bars But Obsidian— Is nothing like you She doesn't have the tongue To taste a sacrificial ewe Nor a vile and Treacherous mouth Transcending and true Are her whispers indeed A stone so mystic, yet bears The markings of ancient tales

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May 22, 2025

May 22, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC

poeticameen

Obsidian

You poke my heart With spiteful words My confidence Retreats to its shell You may see yourself great King of all lords I bet you; There are more dead kings And lords in hell I cannot say to you There's a speck In your eyes But it's mine You see plain To point at and Speak ill of The tongue you wag Is coated with lies For everytime you speak The world stands still For everytime you speak The ocean’s tides Empty their tanks For everytime you speak Those words you let out Are nothing akin to a prank For everytime you speak Dense forests let deserts Encroach their yards For everytime you speak The consequence of your acts Should put you behind bars But Obsidian— Is nothing like you She doesn't have the tongue To taste a sacrificial ewe Nor a vile and Treacherous mouth Transcending and true Are her whispers indeed A stone so mystic, yet bears The markings of ancient tales

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At mercy's feet a coward came Revoke the spell that brand me shame Immortal cloak, With cold embrace Preserve this soul unlinked from grace Confess thy struggles says the thought A thousand deeds undo no drought To wash thy guilt complete with haste Anoint with almond, pray no waste (Urge) A past repeat, if time recall Invoking every shameful fall Controlled by lust, my handy deeds deny this groin, its pleasure needs (Thought) Your reckon day, awaits its fate To settle heaven's pass at gate by night, an hour of death will prey it's waste of time to weep and pray

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May 12, 2025

May 12, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC

poeticameen

A Sinner's(Urge) Confessions To The Church Priest (Thought)

At mercy's feet a coward came Revoke the spell that brand me shame Immortal cloak, With cold embrace Preserve this soul unlinked from grace Confess thy struggles says the thought A thousand deeds undo no drought To wash thy guilt complete with haste Anoint with almond, pray no waste (Urge) A past repeat, if time recall Invoking every shameful fall Controlled by lust, my handy deeds deny this groin, its pleasure needs (Thought) Your reckon day, awaits its fate To settle heaven's pass at gate by night, an hour of death will prey it's waste of time to weep and pray

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My heart aches And my senses fall For into the Lethe River I 've sunk Everytime I pass I contemplate Drinking its waters For the Lethe erases All memories and pain Frees you of the past and All that ails you but I don't Do you know why? What would become of My wife? My children? They would still be bound To this place as would I Maybe one day We will be free from it In the world above That is what I hope for Happiness - real happiness And you could have the same Wish for felicity, and the river Will show you Your happiest memory So that you may feel joy again I know the pain that grips you The greater the love, The greater the sorrow I have lived it too

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May 11, 2025

May 11, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC

poeticameen

I did not author this: culled from the anime series, blood of Zeus : season 2 episode 3

My heart aches And my senses fall For into the Lethe River I 've sunk Everytime I pass I contemplate Drinking its waters For the Lethe erases All memories and pain Frees you of the past and All that ails you but I don't Do you know why? What would become of My wife? My children? They would still be bound To this place as would I Maybe one day We will be free from it In the world above That is what I hope for Happiness - real happiness And you could have the same Wish for felicity, and the river Will show you Your happiest memory So that you may feel joy again I know the pain that grips you The greater the love, The greater the sorrow I have lived it too

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Even in my troubled sleep I'm at war every night With some metamorphosed Larvae drones Oh my gush! These miniatures Are so resilient and Pesky as hell too My body should ache Most certainly With parts slightly swollen So much for the overnight Acupuncture treatment And blood-sucking sessions But no thanks Every early sunrise I drink my herbal coffee black And had my sound siesta Mostly in my daytime job I should replenish Those deficient ****** plasma And be ready for war at night Oh yes! War with Some tiny female anopheles Multiple high-pitched Whining sounds everywhere That signal the incoming invasion They have got some plasmodium spies Running down the length of my veins I feel like I'm losing the war I should get stupidity medal honors For bravely endangering my life Every night and again And now! I'm all hooked up to an IV line At my ward ceiling of care.

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Feb 2, 2025

Feb 2, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC

poeticameen

Mosquitoes war

Even in my troubled sleep I'm at war every night With some metamorphosed Larvae drones Oh my gush! These miniatures Are so resilient and Pesky as hell too My body should ache Most certainly With parts slightly swollen So much for the overnight Acupuncture treatment And blood-sucking sessions But no thanks Every early sunrise I drink my herbal coffee black And had my sound siesta Mostly in my daytime job I should replenish Those deficient ****** plasma And be ready for war at night Oh yes! War with Some tiny female anopheles Multiple high-pitched Whining sounds everywhere That signal the incoming invasion They have got some plasmodium spies Running down the length of my veins I feel like I'm losing the war I should get stupidity medal honors For bravely endangering my life Every night and again And now! I'm all hooked up to an IV line At my ward ceiling of care.

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