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Oct 2014 · 260
A MODERN POET
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
I was not born with name
My hand writes poem without theme
A novel without a tittle
A play without any character
A letter without address
A film without action

This is a free style
I was born with computer
where we write as it please us
A poem without stanza
A novel with no sentence
A play without scene
A letter with no message
A film without visual

I am not Shakespeare
you will never read in meter
I am not Wordworth
you will never hear rhyme
I am not John Donne
you cant get love and religious themes
I am a modern poet
you will get nonsense

I am the best bard
that enjoys excess licence
Any sentence I put on paper
should be call a proverb.

I am the laziest poet
that write fallacy in feeling
I will die with no legacy
I will never dream of nobel prize
nor will ANA award comes into my mind
My arts are for only this century
no one will remember my name
This is a free-style.
Oct 2014 · 14.9k
NO ACCOUNTING FOR TASTE
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
No accounting for taste.
What you dislike
and called a waste
is what I like.

You call cheese,honey
I called it bitter pill.
You prefer a monkey
while chimp makes me chill.

You like worshipping sun
I love worshipping God
It really fun
you called mine odd.

I lived in tradition
You lived in modernity
But in addition
I lived in christianity.

You urged me to study biology
I urged you to learn Shakespeare
You want me to live by astrology
Let poetry be your spear.

You prefer winter
that is your choice
Mine is summer
when I'll rejoice.

When you lay on your bunk,
you hear the music,rock
but I listen to punk
who should be given a sock?

You love a black lady
with long dark hair
I love a white baby
to be my heir.

You desire democracy
as system of your
government
I desire theocracy
it had the best management.

Let us be a union
Let there be chaste
Let's tolerate each
one's opinion
for no accounting
for taste.
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
In dream, I was reading maths textbook.
I gained a lot knowl of the highbook.
From my bed I leap
when I woke from sleep
to notice I was chatting on facebook.
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
Welcome welcome my dear mother.
From a long journey.
Without I feeling the love of wonder.
That mother gives which sweet like honey.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
It is my pleasure,
we behold each other.
For you are my treasure.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Come in and have a  seat
so that I may tell you  what I suffer'.
In your absence  
father gave me bitter beat.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Your present provide  joy
rather than that of  father
who don't allow me to enjoy.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Father is not usually at home for me.
He became a feather.
The next Colombus to be.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Hear the pain I went through.
In your absence, I stayed lonely under
this roof like a refuse long threw.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
I stayed long without a friend
to communicate and play with rather
my life came to an   end.

welcome welcome my dear mother
i hope you will not travel again
in any kind of weather
so that my joy will
sustain.
Oct 2014 · 744
YELLOW BUTTERFLY
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
Yellow butterfly~
flying toward the petal
of morning glory.
Oct 2014 · 1.6k
ACROSTIC POEM OF WORLD CUP
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
W~ORLD CUP is here again.
O~rnament of a golden cup that bring all people
'R~ound the world into one canopy.
L~et us stay in glee and watch those to
D~raw,lose or win their matches.
C~ompetition is a survivial of the fittest.
U~nprepared,untalented,unlucky and non-prayerful
P~roduces lose and religation.
Oct 2014 · 498
THE DARK WAR
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
In helter-skelter everyone scatter.
I joined the rest of  
legs to jump gutter.
Everyone is an Africa  jet.
Flying dug above the  moon.
Countless permanently fell to  
the earth.
Now east is a hell
and north,an earthquake.
While west is a flooding ocean.
Forked lightening
and thunder guard the south.
Yet the center is slippery.
Death is calling everyone.
Our Eden became ***** and Gomorrah.
I ran to undestiny  
destination,
being pursue by guns and cutlasses.
Panting like hunting  dog.
I stumbled and fell into a trance.
I saw an old blind woman,
too blind to behold darkness.
Jubliating with hands
placed on her head.
Mother can't recognize her child,
let alone an eye desirer.
I am as helpless as  
helpless herself.
I was so paralysed to stand up.
I gazed at her with eyes of mercy
but was posses with  
legs of paralysis.
Because life race is forever.
Continually falling
and rising
in dying and living,
I ran to an edge
I lifted up my head
and saw a gun
pointing at my forehead
Oct 2014 · 906
DO NOT BE GREEDY
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
The whole wideworld is very wide,
to contain my can and your container.
So why fighting with frown face?
over nothing about no one at nowhere.
Let no great greed grind your heart,
to make illegal money on monkeys.
Collect no naughty nut from Nathan in the north
and sell no shell that belong to Samuel who sails at south.
Mind only the business that bears your beard.
So live and let us live
Gush! if your goodness got finished call on God,
instead of eating easter eggs that is own by Emma.
GREEDNESS
Oct 2014 · 587
SPIRIT OF BASHO
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
Spirit of Basho_
breathing in and out
of gases
to haiku writers
Oct 2014 · 561
OUR FOOTBALL TEAM
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
We were talented team.
Our success flowed like stream.
We were the best players
of the highest layers.
We were paid the highest
for we're thought to beat the toughest.
We were the most respectful.
In us everyone is hopeful.
We were very popular.
We had no similar.

But anything that started with proud,
it's shameful fall
sounds aloud.
We were clothed by shame,
when our fans put us at blame.
We failed many consecutive times
without our well wishers feeling our rhymes.
With our jearsy we covered our face'.
No one stood in our place.
We bitterly wept in
pain
like a woman to be
slain'.

Anything that have beginning
must have an ending.
Any day that had morning
must equally have  
evening.
After retreat on our  
dignity,
we cooperated with  
absolute humility.
Players obeyed the
headcoach.
Coach respect
player's approach.
Then we,with myraid
fans lifted up
a golden championship cup.
Oct 2014 · 581
A FULANI MAN
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
There once was a fulani man,
whose cow was in society ban'.
He bought for't a book
which is greenish in look.
"These are leaves" said the fulani man.

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