#blow
this scrapula intrigues!
is clarity so rare,
that a blow must be struck?
can we purse our lips,
gently blow the smoke screen
intended to obscure what desires
not to be seen, witnessed?
the gusts of lies and hyperbole
come so frequent, we prefer to
merely shrug, turn aside, defer,
and yet
if a twosome's jointly exhales
with a modest vehemence,
and two, nay there three be adjoin this combine,
then a scrapula becomes a force,
a rallying cry, and embroidery
upon our unmasked faces,
a mighty wind, unmasking the
shameful, stop, now, blow blow
the old man down,
~~~~
“You'll see those poor devils how they will all scoot
(Wey hey, blow the man down)
Assisted along by the toe of a boot
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Wey hey, blow the man down
Blow him right back into Liverpool town
Give me some time to blow the man down”
writ yesterday
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC
World, forget me
For I am just another dandelion
blown away too soon in a field,
before the children came to play
World, forget me
because I am just another cut,
from the blade of society
To linger, and to disappear
World, forget me
because the seas will continue
to crash against the sands
and the clouds will continue
to rain against the ground
The winds will forever continue to blow,
world forget me,
because I'm just a candle
in a world of wildfires
To be blown out
once it kept someone warm
World, forget me
because my silence will bring peace
and absence will bring
a warm embrace,
to sweep across the lands
World, forget me
because one more window broken
is just another replaced,
forget me because
my breath will save
the one who needs it more
the ones in the closets,
the ones in the seas,
the ones in space
who can't come down to earth
World, forget me
because I am just one to the world
and none to one
so forget me, because
one more gone
wouldn't make a difference
especially one
lacking
everything
needed
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
There are no words left,
to matter a change
that's worth any positive
cause and effect
Unless action can be taken
to calming to nurture a yearning
condition.
My first lover king ever
from mine youth now shared.
A precious dream breathes
and lives at last if
only in poem form, in song
and in memory chip.
In imaginary form
Bittersweet a fire burning.
Endless true loving of the woman
who loves you most
in this whole world wide.
Mind to mind,
and as the music played
To summon my story.
Any hope left
by the edge of this this cliff,
is but a final blow.
My misfortune.
Be your happiness my own
Her joy, my joy.
~~~~~~~
By: Mr. And Mrs Andrews
(Honors to this famous English
vast land famed painting-portrait
of something missing on Mrs lap,
One of many past karmic lives.
Being chosen for changing Earth
I finally understood my peril
and then other's dilemmas
A great fortune against,
and for me stolen .
Written with Karijinbba.
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 11:38 PM UTC
The sun that kiss
The sky that miss
The wind that blows
The way you do
The world we live
And all I love
The smile you do
My heart that beats
And flows on you
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
Hey long time
Was his first statement
I thought I'd be excited and ready
To face him after the long break.
I couldn't
I couldn't stand the smirk in his face
The composed frame
The focused look
Who are you?
Why the heck am I the only one bothered here?
For a moment right there I was loosing it
Deep within but kept a straight look
Unbothered by what was happening on the outside
While the inside was nothing but chaos
The long hug after seeing me
Affirmation that we will be fine.
I chuckled coz that possibility is a
Forgotten story
And I'm not willing to dig up
The skeletons in that grave.
When you left I died
My corpses gently placed in the tomb
Of never will I ever
But look at me now.
I have it all
Peace
Stability
Joy
Purpose
Fun
But the saddest tell of our tale
Is that your absence
Will always drive me to
The point of never mind.
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
Brain Blow - Rant
nothing displeases silence as quickly as the noise
I know this sounds, literally crazy, as I try to regain poise
my mind was reduced to simple thoughts as I opened up from sleep
sometimes I know my brain just goes, with words that are too deep....!
Brian Hill - 2020 # 350
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
It's beautiful,
Your days are beautiful,
Beautiful as you are!
Beautiful than a Juliet rose 🌹,
A rose flower of love,
Your beauties are like
Abba and Meemi.
Your ages, are 1 + 1
Twice in halves
Twins, are twice
I wish you
fluky birthday, and
to pass your obstacles
with flying colors.
May your breath
blow the candle
The royal twins
Happy Birthday
Maimunat and Hajarat
Twins daughters of
Mr. and Mrs.
Umar Faroukh Abdullahi
(DANLASAN)
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
You gotta go on like the rivers,
mountains and the wind
Flow,rise n' blow
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
many dappled shadows
played on the forest's floor
as light winds did blow
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
No matter how strong the wind
Blowing in my face is
It could never convert my exhale
Into an inhale
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
They say those
Who are afraid of heights
Aren’t afraid of the fall
But are scared they’ll jump
A leap of faith is all it takes
That’s all it took for me
To fall into the trap you made
I got stuck in your lemon tree
The fruit of the lemon
Is much too sweet
A whole lemon
Is quite a lot to eat
So sour it will purify your teeth
If my burdens be yellow
Then my teeth be white
My trouble they make me swallow
Until I blow out my light
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
When I'm with you
My worries
My cares
My wounds
Blows away
Gone like a kite
With its string held
In your grasp
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
We where sails torn,
never catching
each others gusts....
But still we tried to blow
life into something,
that wasn't moving anywhere.
And then we knew it was time
to abandon ship..
Then we realised,
that we
sailed better alone.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
Cut it up
Lay it out
In a line
Let’s go
Take me places
I don’t know
In a line
Let’s go
Conga line
It feels fine
In a line
Let’s go
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
~~~~
Feel the breeze brush your seedlings
Not yet ready to scatter and conquer.
In 15 days they’ll be ready to go.
From tiny parachutes to big hang gliders
Small brown dots turn into white clouds
Stages seemingly passed overnight.
And when that gust of wind comes
Holding promises of new adventure
Let go of the tods and allow them to fly.
Find lands of unknowns spaces.
To root and grow into, so one day
They won’t be so scared to allow
Their own go the same way.
~~~~
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
yahoo
its a road trip
she did the chicken head dance
hips swayed
like an evangelist of the lascivious
slicky, sticky, dicky
happily sicky
deep throat swallow
flooding her gullet
with spits, spats and waterfalls
for 300 gooey miles
like a Deer at a salt lick
to horney to send picture post cards
and her mouth sparkled
a regurgitating anthem of love
and a billion solar immolations
in the great
howling milky way roadtrip
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
she moving moveless
with big pleading eyes
like fruit orbs
fetched in molasses
full of grace
stretched out her long neck
like a Modigliani
and ravished him
with cautionless lips
lush
and fluted throat
like a scorched desert
deranged for monsoons cloudburst
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Tick Tock
It's time to wake up.
It's time to burn
It's time to use the kaleidoscope of life.
It is time to flow and create weapons to spread love.
It's time to close the bibles and not talk about idols.
It's time to stop begging for mercy.
It's time to let the girls dream.
It's time to stop regretting lost things.
It's time to use time.
It's time to let the sun burn my skin.
Tick Tock
It's time to wake up
Today we will not go home.
Today we are going to be happy girls in white dresses.
We do not want to look pretty today.
Today we are going to be naked for our skin to breathe.
Today we go to the land where everything is good, where we can scream.
Today we go to a place where people do not talk about the things we do for fun.
Today I want to stop hearing people complain.
Today I want to count the coins that we do not know for what.
Today I do not want to hear people flaunt.
Today we're shaving our heads.
Today we're going to let people blow.
Today we will dream while the moon controls our dreams.
Today we just want to appreciate how the sea is blue.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
She had eyes like a crater,
Innocent as any girl could be.
I think she had some bruises when I met her,
But it never seemed to deter me.
I chased her like a dog chasing tails,
Was only then I started to notice her ***** nails.
And then those Yellow eyes,
Blue and Yellow never look pretty to my mind.
She belled me with croaky breathes of air,
I rushed to her house shook and scared.
She was slumped against a wall with the choker she used to wear,
Strapped around her arm and specks of ***** in her hair.
She's got track marks like a craters,
Darkness lay dormant in her soul.
A once natural and elegant Beau,
Now alone in the world of ****** and Blow.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
A coconut grove,
With one tall wind turbine;
Every wind blows amused!
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC