"jeopardizing" poems
On chain they did put me,
tied up to the burglary protector,
handcuffed and battered.
Tortured and meant to be broken.
Poisoned but survived.
Marked for assassination,
and shot twice,
bullets flying around,
resilient and unflinching,
was ready to confront them.
Dead or alive I must choose one.
Must find a way out of this mess,
to escape was on my mind,
but how do I get out of here without
jeopardizing the lives of my family.
Courage summoned I revert to plan B,
the art of fighting without fighting.
Intelligence and wisdom must come into play.
Must outwit them to survive.
Cunning and craftiness must be used,
the uncanny ways of the spirit is amazing.
Become like water,
be flexible,
Yielding but still immovable.
Stealth in action but remain like the firefly.
Understanding their intent
and misdirected anger,
their aggression towards me was contained.
Tranquilized and overpowered,
their capture became imminent for
i am more than a conquerer,
for the greater one lives in me.
Today I stand here to testify of that victory against
the intruders and assassins with a grateful heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
IF MEN WERE GOD
Man are dexterous in cunning ways,
Aiming in jeopardizing just like the serpent
Full with autocracy
And fear not he God.
Man the trickish being ever created.
If men were to be God
The fish would stink, creatures will seek
And many will cease.
If men were to be God
the moon will turn day and the day will turn night
Injustice will become right.
And crises will become plight.
If men were to be God.
The iota of truth dismissed
And the heart of men will be so deep.
For our breath will be sold for
If men were to be God,
Door will be locked for the bold ones
For stagnancy will go on
Were truth struggles and lies goes on.
If men were to be God.
justice will be seek for
injustice will be of favour,
And The poor will labour from.
If men were to be God
War will be regarded as play
rain will be regarded as cain
And the stars shall be denied of the sky.
If men were to be God
Goodness will be be paid with wickedness
Earth will be desolate,tyranny will be seen as the best form of government.
Where a man decide the hope of all without confirmemt.
INKED BY
AKINOLA JOSEPH &OBAWE STEPHEN.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
If sleep is the cousin of death then all of your dreams must reside on your breath
But death is as constant as the rain
So Like a lions mane wear your dead dreams sewn together proudly like a grass skirt in a luau in Maui
I see, and i know that no one is perfect but was jeopardizing our entire way of life worth it? I know i just discussed dreams earlier on in this piece but please allow me to indulge and talk about this elephant in the room.
Why is it that you thought that a man who is of African descent and a woman would lead us to our doom?
See, like Kennedy a lot of us had dreams of going to the moon and making a difference in the world more impactful than taking off the rest of the day at high noon,
Soon he'll be in office and i can't change that but let's face facts
We stood by and allowed your ignorance an audience we built your hate filled echo chamber that is certain parts of the information superhighway internet
O-bummer? Classless? Slime? January 20th the end of an error?
We all saw the comments on all the news pages and while those despicable words enraged us we know free speech is a part of what made this country
We have to take the good with the bad but, i do have one request.
Don't expect me to give him a chance as he panned and pranced all over the people who built this country off of our ancestors backs...
Don't expect me to not take him to task lyrically because maybe it'll be all that i have.
He. Is not. A president.
So like i said, sleep is the cousin of death.
But wake up friends...wake up for the mistakes we have to correct...
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
Where did you leave me stranded?
Upon a vast blue bleak, desolate and empty carcass of a place.
I didn't know whose footsteps to follow, because none was written in the sand.
In all the desert, there was only a string, and slowly, I pulled and led myself out of there.
I am not quite out of this cold in the night, and my blankets are torn and full of holes,
where mysterious eyes can peek through.
Still a confusion of questions and unlikely answers are written on a piece of paper,
Put safely in a bottle, and thrown over the sea,
floating, floating, but will they ever go to you?
No, that's how I feel. Wanting to ask you why you've left me stranded,
With no directions, not even a star in the sky,
And yet, my screams are unheard through the cloudless desert,
this place is quite cold tonight. Just like how my hand feels because it has been some time since you held it.
The warmth has left and now, I'm feeling quite unsure, whether your hand was even there at all.
I see Sagittarius but the melting *** of my chest's cavity is just burning with an unfulfilled wish
If he could only shoot me right here and then. I am losing all directions,
I am jeopardizing my life.
I beg you, please answer,
why did you boil such a warm cup of English tea for me but throw me here, in this desert?
However I am feeling now, I am sure I have not learnt my mistake:
When I see you again, I shall hug you and kiss you on your wonderful cheek, hoping you may again
be warm.
for now, I still love you. (and am confused.)
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, nice day:>
to be rich is to notice the fair from the unfair
give no judge to wisdom from the first stare
but not on the Earth thing
the brutality royal flushes and stings
now I fear
that someday that wheel is put to gear
put the cursed paper
on a thorny throne later
afraid my nose would sniff the skies
afraid my hopes would tear my early rise
afraid my greed would bury my shame
afraid my humor would be trashed in lame
not for me
a jeopardizing frisbee
my tarnished house warmer than a fancy chimney
promise my dreams in purple
faithful to myself would never be a hurdle
------ravenfeels
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
In a street swamped by
An abundant sea of darkness
Illuminated by nothing but
The concrete glow of the moon
The shadow of an amorously dangerous man
Came into existence
His ****** aroma heavily polluted the air
With opulent seduction
Making helpless slaves of
All the women in the valley
As well as heightening
Their remaining four senses
He prances around in his
Fancy, black leather jacket
With a pocket chain
Dangling from his waist side
Jet black shades occupying
The masterpiece that is his face
He blows a royal kiss of glitter
Trailing after the runaways
A swift touch to one's forehead
And in seconds she'll be on her knees
Begging and pleading for more
Simply because she can't get enough
It's as if his body was a delectable tower
Of chocolate covered strawberries
Dipped in an ocean of the most
Exquisite tasting honey known to man
Each woman who had been cast
Under his precious spell
Was now imprisoned within
A mind controlling coma
They couldn't seem to lift their inquiring eyes
From the creamy complexion of his skin
Severe urges to kiss and **** his flesh
Possessed their bodies with great power
He lives the life that most men would **** for
With thousands of women wrapped around his finger
Fulfilling his every single wish and command
Tackling him with avalanches of never ending pleasures
In the eyes of these women
He was an icon of majestic worship
They bow down before him
Massaging his toes with kisses
Leaving trails of roses to rest at his feet
And to think this persona was conceived
From his supernaturally seductive abilities
The strangest thing about this man
Was that nobody knew of his name
Nor where his audacious soul
Had so suddenly escaped from
Only that he was unimaginably handsome
His charming hex of temptation
And superior intellect alone
Had transformed stainless virgins
Into despicable nymphomaniacs
Jeopardizing the entire female gender
With his smooth talking scandals
A luxurious craft of extravagant gold
A tragic truth yet to be told
This man was known as
The Poet *** God
By Glenn McCrary
© 2011 Glenn McCrary
(All rights reserved)
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 1:40 AM UTC
i scrape the bottom of my bucket
to find traces of emotion under my short fingernails
not enough for my on-stage production, however.
i'm merely a robot,
designed to work at maximum efficiency
with no error
but what about emotion?
i ask, mining myself like a forty-niner
they say,
you're too young
what the hell do you need emotions for?
they say they're more trouble than what they're worth
but, i want to feel something
without jeopardizing my efficiency
and how others perceive my efforts
is this curiosity my own?
or, like everything else,
is it a man made sentiment
hidden deep within my membrane?
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
A dim flame flickers,
as if it were dancing to a rhythm..
as if it were alive,
as if it was reflecting a life.
It fights with itself...
extinguish, breathe,
extinguish, breathe.
The light bounces off its surroundings,
Doing a tango with its shadow.
Light, darkness.
Good, evil.
Strength, weakness.
It casts demons on the wall,
It casts illuminations on the wall.
A light breath,
threatens its dance,
while the tiny wick
struggles to provide life.
A drop of oil,
fuels the glimmer,
while the air whirls by,
jeopardizing its fate.
A dim flame flickers,
bobs and weaves,
jumps and jives,
flashes and sparks.
A war between the elements,
Fire, air...
Air, fire.
Radiating beauty,
Providing a glimpse of hope and soul,
Chaotic and raw,
Wild and free,
Magnificent and untamed.
Embrace the dark and honor the shine,
Love the twilight and be engulfed in the magic.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
Pressure rising
Pulse subsiding
Outside flying
Inside I'm crying
Problems dying
To much lying
No more denying
I know this is trying
Tired of the spiting
I see you've been hiding
Becoming, abiding
It's time for some guiding
It seems so inticing
To rid the unexciting,
Coinciding,
Whining
Jeopardizing,
Stereotyping,
To only bring on,
A new horizon
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
I take pride
In jeopardizing my life
Unlike monopoly
I have one die
In life
At a time
I
The lucky spender
Received a splendid surprise
The sublime arrived
Just in time
On the night
Before destruction
Yes,
There is a bit friction
In this business
Non-fictional character
Rises in the author
I wrote
The book of the dead
And spread knowledge
On earth’s bed
Now,
I’m denied credit
For risks taken
Instead of a praise
Appraised
For my edgy ways
And found
Guilty of pleasure
I’m
In debt
With the angels
Who lent me
The soul makings
And sent me
On a mission
Which remains
Unaccomplished
In their vision
I am
Sole proprietor
In this business
I have no relations
Trust none
My inquisition
Seems superstitious
When you unravel
My unreal supposition
But suppose
For a minute
That you were in
The opposed position
And posed
With the mind of a menace
Who, sadly,
Never stepped
In the shoes of sanity
Society views your life
As a stain
On earth’s plain
Though, your pain
Seems self-sustained
You were born
Insane
Would be better off
If offered removal
But awful is often
Sought
In the eyes
Of vile beholders
The unnamed soldier
Is the truest
Of them all
Marching down
The broken road
To destiny
The
Know-it-alls
Know nothing
At all
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:57 AM UTC
Too much entertainment and not enough education
Seems to me the recipe for a wasted generation
But we've reached a point in time where the future isn't waiting
It’s up to us to realize that our own planet needs saving
Jeopardizing the earth we’ve put our entire race at stake
Our chips now in the middle, we’ve all but sealed our fate
The devil grins widely at the spoils of our parlay
Lest we save ourselves by answering the questions that await
How many more caskets overseas will this take?
How many kids will go hungry before we start thinking straight?
How many bombs must we drop before the madness stops?
How many innocent people will be killed by crooked cops?
How many policeman have to be gunned down in the streets
And how many of our cousins will die of ***
How long will live the reign of the greedy wealth elite?
How many leaders will it take for us to find our feet -
Or will we just lie down with open eyes and watch the whole world sleep?
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
Adding apologies to artillery shells does not amend the action,
And
My brokenness betrays me when it bellows that I have beaten bruises black and blue into your back
But
Crying is a catharsis much too commonplace to convey these casualties.
My doubtful disposition has denied you deliverance from your daring endeavors
Because
Emptying myself to entertain someone else's enormous sense of entitlement
Is
A feeling that frightens my already fragile sense of forwardness.
Glory from a god who glances generously upon us growling ghosts
Is
A Heaven that hurts like hell because happiness is heresy
But
Isolation is an independence I never intended to introduce here.
Juggling jokes and jealousy between juggernauts is jeopardizing my judgement
Because
Kindness is to knowing the truth as kissing is to your knuckles,
It's
Like living life as a lamb but loving a lion.
Missiles gone missing are making me misunderstand my own memory
Yet
Needles have never seemed so necessary as when you're near,
And
Ownership is not an option so we have both become orphans.
Praying to people seems more plausible than pleasing a perfect being
So
I will quantify rather than qualify the quaintness of this quarantine
And
Respectfully reply that paying retribution to a ***** is ridiculous.
Soon something will surface that sends shivers down your spine
But
Today there is only turmoil taking its time to taper off
So
Understand when I utter the word "unify" that I mean us.
Vain and vindictive as you have very well verified being,
If
We worship with what we wish, not what we will,
Our
Exploitation will exemplify an axis on which oxymoron is expedient.
You and your yearning will not yield to yonder threats,
Because
The zeal of this zephyr will carry us to the zenith.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
I remember crying because I failed to put the pedal on my bicycle
I remember the day when I got hit by my old friend for hiding his marbles
I remember the lies, tears, and dullness for which I created
When I was younger, gazillion times I always thought about the miracle
I remember those nights when my mom put me in bed and became a storyteller
Telling me how easily people fly crossing islands which was beyond the normal
Sometimes, I wish I could have that superpower
Wish someday when I get older, I would be a perfect girl
People would forget my stupidities and give me that label
That, is, miracle.
The cycle comes, and little me was gone
Hello nineteen me,
Welcome to another bedtime story
When you could pick a dream, but not really sure whether it'll be real or just fantasy
Still hoping that might you be a prodigy,
But you forget about the term of mental therapy
I do really sorry,
Your timeline didn't go as you planned
The majority of them was dreadfully failed
Haven't you realized it?
How many pains did you have?
How many failures did you receive?
And how many silly things did you do?
There are too many to be counted.
You always doing dumb things
Procrastinating in something,
And jeopardizing everything,
You are so embarrassing that you even couldn't bear with your own being
You always try yet you always fail
You always walk though you always want to fly
You always attempt to smile yet you do a lot of cries
You compare yourself to other people
You always think their life is much easier
You start blaming yourself about your awful character
Loathing your asymmetric face for not getting prettier
Cursing how bad annoying voice out of your manner
And blah.
Out of time, wish I could rewind the time
Wish I never wanted to dream to have superpower
Wish I never wanted to dream it at all
I regret dreaming for some miracle
Cos' miracles are unattainable
In fortune, there is only fate.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Just what does it feel like?
Is it all peachy moment after moment
Is it about muffins, rainbows and unicorns
Or a smile so constant that cheeks ache
Is it the buoyant presence of a presence
Of a lone sentinel to avert your fall
Is it the warmth of the arms
you surrender yourself to
Or a romantic ambience
Immeasurably delightful
Or is it the absolute vacancy
Of melancholy
Or maybe just the belief in yourself
Is it the period when you break free
from the heavy corroding chains that restrict
It is, in fact,
Something volatile
Something more tense than calming
Something more exasperating than pleasing
Menacingly merciless
Joltingly jeopardizing
Execratingly endangering
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
I want to breathe in,
And breathe out.
Inside my head,
Inside my soul,
It is all blurred
And hazy.
I see the ineffable feelings,
The thoughts
Have bedahsed all over.
They have efficiently
Crushed my joy
And have made me bitter.
All suffocated.
I can't fetch the problems,
That are jeopardizing
My happiness everyday abit more.
I can't find a way out
Of this suffocation.
To let my heart
Breathe in the joy,
To be vulnerable.
It is all dark in here.
So dark,
I can't see things
******* the happiness
Out of me.
I can't **** them out.
I fail to.
I want to escape this place,
This place, pierces tears into my eyes.
I want to escape this place,
All i want is to,
Breathe in.
And breath out.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
I am the loneliest planet in the universe.
There are no creatures in my rivers.
Only a tree among the mountains declares
the presence of life.
Some metallic animals toll my loneliness.
Each of my metallic friends has a natural knife.
Sometimes they test the sharpness of their knives
in my flesh, but I take no offense.
I have been waiting for fifty million years with the hope that
someone like me will find me in my cosmic loneliness,
but planets cannot come near other planets
without jeopardizing their existence
or without committing suicide.
Once, crossing a light-year,I took a suicidal leap
heading towards a bright mate,
but my mate considered it an attempt to ******
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC