"clothings" poems
I ate hot meals,
I brushed my teeth day and night,
I spent long hours on the mobile
with friends,
I wore well laundered clothings,
Not a single crease or a stain on them,
Before motherhood.
My home was ***** and span,
No stumbling on scattered toys,
No ***** window panes,
No tiny hands holding my skirts,
No one eagerly waiting for me on the doorsteps,
No spits,pukes, pees or poos to clean,
No teared eyes to wipe,
No tiny bundle to hold in my arms,
Getting love,warmth and satisfaction in return,
Before motherhood.
I was in control of myself,
Of my mind and thoughts,
Caretaker of my own body,
Spending hours to enhance my beauty,
To maintain grace and elegance,
Before motherhood.
Now I am a mum,
I don't mind if my hair is disheveled,
My house is a bit messy,
I am exhausted,
For the reward of a hug, a kiss
and those endearing words,"I
love you mum,you are the bestest." completes me.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
I was about eight
and i could speak three
Nigerian languages,
especially pidgin.
Every sunday, i recall, my mother
would bless my stomach with nicely cooked native dishes.
Then, the Nigerian
football matches in the evening with my father was a sight too exhilarating to miss.
My school years was eventful
has i received a whole lot of flogging.
The only clothings i had
asides undergarments
were all native attires.
Some admired it, Others didnt.
I honestly was not bothered.
Now, i'm serving my country
in the army, which frankly is fulfilling for me.
No matter how bad Nigeria gets,
i'll always be proud of it.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
In the multitude of counsellors; safety abounds,
But
ln the multitude of enemies as counsellors;
deceit abounds.
Counsellors whose heart studieth destruction with lips uttering mischief;
Enemies clothed with sheep clothings as friends;
Friends whose tongues uttereth words born in deception.
Counsellors whose mouth darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge;
Enemies made counsellors whose looks appeareth friendly,
Friends whose mouth draweth iniquity by cords of vanity.
Counsellors who utter counsels coated in corruption,
Friends whose mouth worseneth counsel by words without wisdom;
Enemies whose heart pondereth in destruction.
Counsellors whose counsel are coiled in deception,
Friends who by multitudes of words cause you to err;
Enemies whose mouth captivate tender hearts.
Counsellors whose counsel destroy the paths of relationships,
Friends whose conceit counsel to death;
Enemies being enslaved seek to enslave others.
Believe not every counsel neither inculcate every word,
........... They destroy the heart..........
Believe not every friend neither heed to multitudes of words,
........... They enslave the soul............
Believe not every counsellor neither seek counsels from multitudes;
.......... They captive the mind...........
Which counsel shall we inculcate?
Which counsellors shall we believe?
Which counsellors shall we seek?
Inculcate counsels proved by love,
Believe counsellors whose counsel are weighed by truth and peace;
Seek counsellors whose counsel are words of life.
Who shall our counsellors be?
Let counsellors who are genuine and experienced be our guide;
Let counsellors who are higher and honest be our refuge.
Hope you find counsellors whose counsels are candid;
for
lt takes honest counsellors to ensure your safety.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
My black is beautiful
And there is nothing in me that is evil
My black is not synonymous to darkness
Look into my blackness and behold brightness
I have an unwavering consciousness of who I am
Self-aware of my innate abilities
I belong in a line of dynasties
Regardless of my height, I stand tall
No matter what they see through their lenses
I am a description of what excellence is
I don't crack
I lead the way, I create the tracks
I'm not from a dark world
I'm illumination in this shady world
Solution I am, dissolving any problem
I'm unstoppable... Greatness is my emblem
Opinions don't move me
I cruise my own boat
I love good clothings but
Melanin is my favorite coat
I'm a seed of greatness
And that's what I'm going to sow
My heart is clean and pure like the snow
Yes I'm black, if I come to this life again, it shall be so
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
Mannerless child!
Shameless child!
Arrogant child!
You lack home training.
Your parents must be bad.
Please don't fault my parents
I was raised well.
I was raised to greet my elders and address them with respect.
Just because I walked pass you at the mall, doesn't mean my parents are to be blamed,
If my parents found out I will be scolded.
I was raised to say "please" whenever I seek for a favour and to say "thank you" as a sign of appreciation,
Just because I didn't utter any,
Doesn't mean my parents lack gratitude,
If my parents found out, they will never gift me.
I was raised to wear decent clothings and be moral in my actions and behaviours,
Just because I wore a skimpy outfit,
Dosent mean my parents bought them,
If my parents found out, they will burn them to ashes.
I was raised to be humble and have patience,
Just because you saw me cursing and fighting on the street,
Doesn't mean my parent encourages it,
If my parents found out I will be grounded.
I was raised to be generous, to love and care without expectations,
Just because I'm indifferent,
Doesn't mean my parents are heartless,
If they found out they will be disappointed.
I was raised to study and be successful in life,
Just because I'm a school drop out,
Doesn't mean my parent never paid my fees,
If they found out they will be angry.
I was raised to always go to church or the mosques,
To visit relatives and friends,
Just because you saw me at the beer palour
Smoking and wasting myself,
Doesn't mean my parents ordained it,
If they found out, the next day might be my funeral.
So please don't fault my parent.
I was raised well.
~boddobodes
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC
fingers surveying
prints scuttle
and
rill
; surface tips over dermis
shopping for a grip
a private tuck
or a filled skin to cup
warm and flushed bodies
digits cramming
under bodied clothings
with senses entire
in this distraction
heed is ceded
of public location
and the approach of the authorities
with toys
uniform
and ammunition
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 1:26 AM UTC
Like ugly ducklings to lovely
Swans transformed we are.
I remember thine breath of life blowing in labellum.
Stunt by your hunger for me
In shivers silence stuck
the dagger in heart
mine and thine, beloved.
In vain I sought you I
Roamed the open seas with cowards ****** greedy racist human predators
In sheep's clothings.
Two forces of good and evil hubbered above my cradle
To get here powers of evil
took everything and I lost everyone dear to me
even my honor just to reach thine forces of good
I'd surrender to you if worth anything to you take it all
for treasures in my hands
without fortress if your love
slides like water in hands
I find thee everywhere in famous art even in
crossroad lights
I found thee in sonnet 75
with William Shakespeare.
Thine grace showered me with wisdom and thine thirsting for me became my own longing for thee
decades now my beloved
I search no more for thine love tattooed all over my vessel peacefully rests
No one but us two can see it.
You reign butterfly in heart
few lovers have eyed me
yet quickly eluded me
they too, like your butterfly,
Go in search of their own.
Yes only yours returned
Adorned with diamonds and rubbies calling me fiancee.
I painted two on my chest
To never be apart
I love thee the most
forever and ever.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All Rights Reserved
Sonnet, 75-95- present
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 5:29 PM UTC
you always come home with this armor
like your hiding this great big jug of happiness in there.
is this image of her a one sided mirror?
or her bed time clothings reflection?
cutting out the curves, leaving only the armor
and these shaking words
'explain yourself! your eyes
are dull they must
glimmer for someone else!'
you are a shell within a shell
a self-sufficient snail
judging by the oxygen packs
strapped on your back
you're too good for this pollution
turning her lungs a midnight black
and you wear it well
a chest with no heartbeats
only clicks and beeps
absent minded
messages home
to the mothership
but she can see through you,
'just be gone like a demon
back to Nibiru.
circle the sun. your path
now altered in degrees.
but from your caustic debris,
your persisting memory,
still orbits me as a moon,
making me drunk and dizzy.
so still i must insist you leave me.'
and so you do
with your jug of happiness
successfully guarded
still intact
you are a fortress
a dam holding back
the ravenous waters
you cant share
with the indigenous people
here
your head floating
up in the
atmosphere
an unfamilar creature
safe inside the walls
of your space suit armor.
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
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Storm is gone
and all hypes have settled down
i go straight to that one place
for that much awaited
cleansing...............and freedom
i strip myself of clothings
on the surface
and those underneath my skin...
Under the shower
i am bare
as a newborn babe.
sighing....as i surrender myself
to the trickles of water sliding
down
my
body...
I turn around once...
twice...
thrice,
to spray the wetness
all over me...
...i turn the **** gently....for more water
...close my eyes
...as countless thin drops flow out, touch my head,
i let them trace
the countours
of my face...
Mouth opens a bit
i drink in some...to quench my thirst
let go of some...and retain the rest
be overcome by the coolness of the tap water,
.....take time to reflect...to ponder...
....while wet eyes give way to sniffles
....blending with those refreshing trickles,
...........erasing muddy stains of fear
...................and dried marks of tears
................sighs, of fatigue...and regret
.............these, i most often neglect...
.....under the shower, they'd be quashed
..........i'd let them all be awash
......................save for my personal friends,
..........like grit........and good ole common sense.
As water saturates my whole being
...a few expectations and dreams
..........go down the drain
.......while others.....stay
........and dwell within.
Some feelings just cannot hide
...some, refuse to surface, and stay buried deep inside.
Sally
Copyright October 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
few people
who tell me to forget
about the past
just fail to understand
that sometimes past
doesn't forget me
They fail to realize that
one is still in the battlefield
dodging bullets surviving attempted ******
my war is still ungoing
but as always chances are
I survive like I often do
by unseen forces
its a cruel ancestral
karmic war
that must be paid
no one is immune to it
no matter how prosperous waiges of sin generating good and bad Karma are unstapable
ask me I've lived it in the flesh
wining or losing
doesn't matter too much
it doesn't depend
on the self alone
One has to experience
cause and effect
of all actions and inactions
perhaps generational
values apply here
must perform my deed
suffer their bad karma
what can I as a recipient
do but endure
please don't say to soldier me
in this battlefield hell of mine
"forget the past! look forward!"
"Don't look back,
you'll crash and die!"
my forward might be more
of the same battlefield
****** neverending
generational type war
unprovoqued covert enemies
ever popping up
like agents in my Matrix did
unexpectedly
using different names
covert culprit Terminator One others wearing masks
hungry wolves
some in sheeps clothings
others smiling snakes
in my fallen paradise
many have fallen though
by my side and something
out there from beyond spares me
the people of God shall taste poison and it won't harm
the Lord upholds me and I wait patiently safe
heaven is within me.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
He stood there
looking so aloof
Claim himself a warrior
Protector of peace
He stood there
looking so aloof
Bragging to the world
I help the poor
He stood there
Looking so aloof
Cheating the whole world
Wearing sheep's clothings..
He stood there
Oh please....
Let the world know
He is the wolf
in sheep's clothing...
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Our life a canvas
Renaissance of emptiness & bare
Waiting in wanting of a change
Of colours & sketches to wear
Our acrylic a creation
Clothings of words & expressions
Replenishes the canvas in colours
In boundless strokes of desires & justice
Our paintbrush the world
A place so tiny yet so vast
with people in shades of rainbows
A true necessity in life
We are the painters
Our dexterity a masterpiece
The one that the canvas relies on
The master of our own paintings
We are Picasso
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
I get confused when
People discuss love as if
It's a vague word
But no it's so much more
Love was portrayed wrong
In fairytales because they introduced
Love at first sight
But didn't emphasize that love isn't about looks
Sometimes the evil villain
Could be the one with the pretty face
Or the one with the white horse
Whereas Prince Charming
Could be a pauper
Who has to work for a living and perspires a lot
He could be clad in not-so-fancy clothings
Then again,that's only one aspect of love
There could be siblings love
There could be passion
Also faith .
I witness love first hand,
when people pray
when a person gobbles up their food
Without showing off on social media
When a pair of old couple uses sign language to
Understand each other.
Love isn't so simple
It's weird and complicated but
One day, I want to have my own love story,
A little but less than a Fairytale.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
I could write a million words about a failed family
Tons of poetry could be composed
Describing the hurt
Telling the challenges
Explaining life growing up in an environment where the enemy is your family
This however ain't that Poetry
It's me writting about a lovely childhood
The waves of bar beach
Parents laughter with love in their eyes
Esther scared of the horses and typically every animal or insect
The burial events we organised for our rats
Shifted responsibilities in the midnight hours
Dad always making my recipe for my daily bed-wetting
The journeys to new states
Mom's baking
Mom's absence
****** movies we had access to
Mom's presence being like Santa's coming
Many starvations
The candy i asked from Dad after 1yr of separation
Dad's smile weak and tainted by sad wrinkles
The wolves in sheep clothings
How they took advantage
Karma stricking; yeah it goes round
Loosing the family again
Brutality enforced by siblings
Hatred deeply enrooted
Life's too much of a *****
Try as you may:the worst memories are ever so glaring
Being oblivious to the obvious truth: thats the escape route
To hell with forgiveness
To hell with rising above
To hell with fantasies
My demons made me fabulous.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
some sit silently.
soaking in the sounds of bells.
acknowledging it.
others, teary-eyed,
watching a bad year subside
into better years.
another, smiling
eyes ablaze with fireworks
of the bright past year.
ev'ryone with pens
and smudgy resolutions,
mapping their future.
buildings shed clothings.
sheets, curtains change like seasons.
posters, promotions.
and it seems:
flipping calendars
unfathomably transform
us happy creatures.
me? if ev'ry day
can be seen as a new year:
oh, happy planet!
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 5:32 AM UTC
Flying round and round
with her broken wings
she attracts my ***** eyes
She denied that lovely guy
now a monster walks in his shoes
As she regrets that stupid move
he becomes the unknown
Love me; Sweet Angel Love me!!!
Fix my broken heart and find happiness!!!
Love me; Sweet Angel Love me!!!
Bite my lips and take me abliss!!!
She sees something's wrong with him but plays the silent game
he has become a shame; cause no angel wants to save his soul from the beast that dwells inside
he begins to: **** **** and steal
after he has done all that he cries himself to sleep
Legend has it, that he is the wolf in clothings of a sheep
Love me; Sweet Angel ******* Love me!!!
she flies up with her broken wings
He calls for her as he is being scolded by earthly kings
Angel!!! Angel!!! Save Me!!!
fix my Broken heart!
before i rip my family apart!
She meets him
He looks straight in her big brown eyes
Falls to the ground says
"Natalie i loved you"
and then he finally dies
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
Admiration
our likes and tastes are quite different, ladies loving ****** and other die-hards for gents. Men for thigh exposure and others for descence, though all for a reason. We fancy scents, clothings, height, rides, the wallet size and most definitely the LOOKS, before all is gone some sense. Everyone needs a person to look up to for inspiration, in work, sociality, design and so forth. It costs you nothing to admire positively, many there look Upto you though you don't know, just keep it up-take yourself very important, for it's the beginning of hope for others that believe in you. Not necessary to forge a life #be you #be real.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
When i'm gone,
i'd have removed all traces of myself.
You won't smell the stench of my odour lingering, always waiting,
you'll smell the scent of my dead body.
And none of you,
not a single soul,
shall shed a tear for me.
When i'm gone,
all my intentions and hopes
will scatter and bleed
along with my body.
And none of you,
not a single soul,
will resolve matters with me.
And that is ******* fine,
because when i'm still alive,
nothing is right either.
When i'm gone,
there won't be my clothings for you to hug to sleep,
or a single belonging of mine to put you in place.
Only then,
everything i've done for all of you,
all of my
hidden intentions and obvious indirects,
will be of your understanding.
soon.
(FAH)
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Enemies of humanity
Humanly clothed
Roaring lions in sheep clothings
They are demons amidst angels
Enemies of humanity
They are traitors in our territories
Which we do not know of
They enjoy the delicacies of our meals
Lay on same bed with us
They are enemies of humanity
In their arms we're ensnared
In our own town we're held prisoners
At their scenes of play:
we mourn our siblings
our fathers yell in grieves
our mothers weep in deep sorrows
they are enemies of humanity
They are the children of our yesterday
left miserably in the arms of vulnerability
They are the nightmares we've known in our sleeps
They are the monsters we created with our hands
The graves we dug for ourselves
Our rhythm will beat
woefully
we will know no rest until
we treat the messes of our yesterday!
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
Colossal violence revels in the midst of hostility
Ingenius methods of hipocrisy roams our land
Dressed in superior clothings of mighty brands.
Nihilistic approaches for humanity's growth
Thats how things are done
As the blood red luminant shadows of the crescent moon strucked the heart of masochistic reapers of youthful innocence.
The bitterness of peace and joy did not satiate the evil's hoggish needs
So with their monstrous jaws and claws they haunted everything that screams life and hope
Until all of the land was left with little to no resemblance of what it was before
For now, the little town for which kids seek toys to play
And where adults find palpable joy in the simplicity of their humble abodes
Is now nothing but a mere reminder of how that ghost town was
Where the ugly stench of death and prejudicial entities of mankind lodges.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC