"extortions" poems
He’s trick, like enrapturing
Wherein lies the paradox of his pantheism parapet’s paragon
Extraversion embezzlements and euthanasia extortions
Diction’s enunciation echoes of opaque opulence
Its redolence a savory waft
The evolution of psychic clarity’s élan vital
Bizarre dichotomous augur the singer’s aural austerity
Gypsy Queen, his guitar’s moniker, romanced aimed intention
Elaborate elliptical empathy endeavors for posterity’s predication
Pandemically phatic propriety venerations
Their apex crux axis beyond finite solution
Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma
Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix
The individual must remain sacrosanct
Traipsing through the fallow furrows of assimilation’s xenobiotic barratry
Like capillaries' capricious and intravenous intrepid
Incalculably sensual beyond emotion’s expression
Impetus intrigue's intuitional verve
Ethology’s entelechy, theosophy’s theophany
Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities
Futurity's corporeally preternatural fatidic
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
He’s trick, like enrapturing
Wherein lies the paradox of his pantheism parapet’s paragon
Extraversion embezzlements and euthanasia extortions
Embark embargo extraditions
Diction’s enunciation echoes of opaque opulence
Its redolence a savory waft
The evolution of psychic clarity’s id conclusions
Bizarre dichotomous augur the singer’s aural austerity
Gypsy Queen, his guitar’s moniker, romanced aimed intention
Elaborate elliptical empathy endeavors for posterity’s predication
Pandemically phatic propriety venerations
Their apex crux axis beyond finite solution
Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma
Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix's vertex vortex
The individual must remain sacrosanct
Traipsing through the fallow furrows of assimilation’s synthetic synthesis
Like capillaries' capricious and intravenous intrepid
Incalculably sensual beyond emotion’s expression
Impetus intrigue's intuitional verve
Ethology’s entelechy, theosophy’s theophany
Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities
Futurity's corporeally preternatural fatidic
Elan-vital's apotropaic apotheosis
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
unendurable, long and exhausting
are the pains
presumptuous like appeals
from a jaded pulpit
such as they are, are powerless
a passage from a discarded tract
such are these pernicious pains
that swarm in a slivering hiss
upon dark and lurking shadows
aesthetically applauding themselves
as they push here and there
in their wounding commentary
of painful narrative
agonising enough to reduce
the soul to debilitating bouts
of disagreeably damaging experience
with startling exaggerations
that produce disgraceful extortions
upon mind and body
squandering unbearable isolations
fragmenting the cracks
in a delicate structure of personality
uprooting it from a sanctified paradise
providing instead a monstrous, shameful loathing
that makes one choose to become another
other than those unthinking
other than this misery of anguish
other than this pain
deliberately to provoke an anger
the other with ingratiating timidity
or rebellious defiance
favours a rejection of
all resentful obligations
all that is distasteful
all that is not worth carrying out
such as with a contempt
that allows one to escape into an emptiness
of the ridiculous and the impossible
through thoughts to an absurdity of beliefs
through the deserted streets
the neighbourhoods of the lie
pass the filthy inadequacies
of obscene caresses
where one is mocked
by exquisitely satisfying ******
of vicious pains
pains that control behaviour
freedom of movement
time and space
who appear at the corners of the mouth
where lurk sarcastic secrets
now I know in these horrors and torments
that time has stopped in all dimensions
eternity has ceased
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
unendurable, long and exhausting
are the pains
presumptuous in their plenty
such are these pernicious pains
that swarm in a slivering hiss
upon dark and lurking shadows
aesthetically applauding themselves
as they push here and there
in their wounding commentary
of painful narrative
agonising enough to reduce
the soul to debilitating bouts
of disagreeably damaging experience
with startling exaggerations
that produce disgraceful extortions
upon mind and body
squandering unbearable isolations
fragmenting the cracks
in a delicate structure of personality
uprooting it from a sanctified paradise
providing instead a monstrous, shameful loathing
that makes one choose to become another
other than those unthinking
other than this misery of anguish
other than this pain
deliberately to provoke an anger
the other with ingratiating timidity
or rebellious defiance
favouring a rejection of
all resentful obligations
all that is distasteful
all that is not worth carrying out
such as with a contempt
that allows one to escape into an emptiness
of the ridiculous and the impossible
through thoughts to an absurdity of beliefs
through the deserted streets
the neighbourhoods of the lie
pass the filthy inadequacies
of obscene caresses
where one is mocked
by exquisitely satisfying ******
of vicious pains
pains that control behaviour
freedom of movement
time and space
who appear at corners of the mouth
where lurk sarcastic secrets
now I know in these horrors and torments
that time has stopped in all dimensions
eternity has ceased
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
The great equalizer
stood by the bed
watching his laborious breathing
and the pain quaking the emaciated body.
It's almost time.
No more layoffs to increase profits
lock-outs to break the unions
hidden caches to avoid taxes
mergers and acquisitions
under the table payments
price fixing, loan sharking
no bribing and extortions
no naive women to exploit
The great equalizer
stood there watching
with pity and loathing
patiently waiting
The end of the line.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
I haven’t a gun.
I’ve hit no one.
A failure of great proportions,
Emotional extortions,
And mental abortions.
This world is more cold than not.
How is my heart not to willow and rot?
Every word I hear
Each one that passes through my ear,
I can’t help but not to feel fear.
Fear for all of that which I do not have.
The only option is to halve
My soul into two.
Even then it would have been too few.
Oh God, what do I do?
I must find the answer!
And relieve myself of this growing cancer.
“Who are you?” you may ask,
I’ll say nothing, all the talking will be done by my mask.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
So take a look into
A world
Where nobody its embodied
By the harshness of sin
Earth is our final perdition
So we put our bids in
Make a foundation
Just so we can get buried back in
Sin
Ill be resurrected back to the times
Where our hearts hurt
I see God sheddin' his merciful tears
The pressure is here have no fear
Cuz i know my prayers will be heard
Lost as a sheperd i let the herds
Be led by the blind
Im lost in the sunshine
Clouded with a memory
Full of treachery
I thought these were angels around me
But its demon surroundij' me
Like a ****** of crows
Life is death row
Just waitin' my final time
Then i take my last breathe
Into a world wheres its repeating death
Pity crimes extortions to abortions
To petty thief
Im in a room gettin' through the crowds
Usin' my elbows
I see the prophecy exposed
I seen my thoughts enclosed
Its full of wizardy no magic
Just spiritual philosophy
From past ol ancient tactics
Ol man river don'tsay too mu ch
Cuz its hard to clutch
On to all the madness
Around me my pappa told me
It'll be dayz like this
Judgement Day
Is soon coming this way
And one day ill be tradin' places
With the diabolical hypocrites
Eradicating the angels w ***** faces!!!
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
The intentions of the colour speak ill.
As the designer weeps in tears
The white is a filthy colour of all
As the double green symbolises hunger.
The great groundnut pyramids stand as statutes.
Termites scavenge the remnants.
Who can stop the difficulties of the nation?
A patriot, coward, cattle rustler or an alien!
The blood of the unsung heroes
Colour the flag of the nation
Bemoaning signs of failed leadership.
Who led the actions of 10102020?
The Camouflage, Alausa, Aso Rock or the Unseen forces!
Men suffer from avarice
Crowd symbolises poverty
Likening to the extortions of palliatives
Under the framework of bureaucracy.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
There’s nothing very new in my life,
Even for a moment I can’t have a happy breath, sigh ...
Always I sigh watching around me crossing borders...
I’m leaving the authentication of my youth,
Through sacrificing it for the better future
But I see not any sign of heading...
Difficulties of producing grains in the fields,
Sure miseries of farmers in the villages,
We are practising aristocracies being learned
And precisely we are having skeletal extortions...
How far I am to go! Good heaven!
Tonight I enjoyed a movie based on the religious
And social collision between the Jews and the Christians.
It was ‘The Exorcist’, it’s so nice really.
We, the fellows of this mother earth,
Must have to love each other and sacrifice our souls
For others’ benefit and it was taught
By the teacher of mother Russia Leo Tolstoy.
We all have to leave the complexity of our mind
Of calculating the avoidable things and self-interest
By means of greater values & realizations...
To the farthest of our missing appropriations...
We must have to forget the inflation of products
Rather we focus for the coming assassination of time...
As we forgot the price-rise of a chocolates
While at primary school rather taking stress
Of paying monthly fees from father's wallet...
I frequently have it in my soul that I possess not
The actual humanity in me for I didn’t experience it,
From my very childhood but I can learn it
As I don’t have any barricade reading serious writings
Of the greatest life-artists. Yes...
I must have to keep it going with me more.
Now, I’m going to be the part & member of the free-thinkers group.
I have to live for human’s interest to give them lessons,
To enlighten them in the way of unity,
To make the world a far better place for the new born babies!
Oh good Lord, please assist me bearing the ethics in me,
I want you now as I wanted you before.
Save me please as you have always been saving me...
Oh absolute pure Lord of heaven & hell...
(c) 2015 by Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Objectified manifest's invertible investiture to metaphysical mystique astral projection's mystic symbiotic. Yes I like to think I resemble God!!! Perhaps everything that has ever existed will survive forever. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. It makes sense considering that infinite possibility is the nature of omnipresence's ubiquity. Infinitely expansive vastness had an exogamy with the inky blackness. Spatiotemporal telemetry's virility made fecundity of spacetime continuum's fertility.
I submit:
Is this a microcosmic phenomenon or more dependent on the depths of pervasion of its macrocosmic relativities. Perhaps there is a unifying field theory we are not yet aware of which explains how it paradoxically is a little bit of both.
and:
With the advent of biological organisms the diversity of physical existence has apparently exceeded its physical complexity. Understanding has evolved. Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeed in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms.
Treacherous traverse and eternal occasion, hectic duty deontological probity. "The angel was a visage of resplendent beauty as it hovered in midair above the knoll." Impeccable trollwood harlotry, "Strait up forever ontology on high." I like to think we embody on the emote to exude aimed imbue. Rosicrucian romanesque rotunda rouge. Platypus plausible plinth. Plum line backhoe special, anchor pin tachometer, plowshare track-ness!!! Futurity fatidic's noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's indefatigably indomitable irrefragable incarnate. What's to tell you, I'm an optimist on the identity crisis to do an enigma entity. Imagination's immaturities incorporeity ideologies, clairaudience clairvoyance astral projection's categorical imperative. Extraversion embezzlements euthanasia extortions, embark embargo's extradition. Then again are we really responsible for the innate nature of our intrinsic incessant. I like to think we could get away with it and still be good for I like to think our disembodied godlike spirits will not loose their proclivity for corporeally preternatural being.
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 6:39 PM UTC
He’s trick, like enrapturing
Wherein lies the paradox of his pantheism parapet’s paragon
Extraversion embezzlements and euthanasia extortions
Embark embargo extraditions
Diction’s enunciation echoes of opaque opulence
Its redolence a savory waft
The evolution of psychic clarity’s id conclusions
Bizarre dichotomous augur the singer’s aural austerity
Gypsy Queen, his guitar’s moniker, romanced aimed intention
Elaborate elliptical empathy endeavors for posterity’s predication
Pandemically phatic propriety venerations
Their apex crux axis beyond finite solution
Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma
Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix's vertex vortex
The individual must remain sacrosanct
Traipsing through the fallow furrows of assimilation’s synthetic synthesis
Like capillaries' capricious and intravenous intrepid
Incalculably sensual beyond emotion’s expression
Impetus intrigue's intuitional verve
Ethology’s entelechy, theosophy’s theophany
Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities
Futurity's corporeally preternatural fatidic
Elan-vital's apotropaic apotheosis
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 7:50 PM UTC