"leniently" poems
Im feeling confined by
lines leniently lighting the way.
The ******* I bare
constitute
the clothes I wear
So the curve in my line carries cat calls all day.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
*ants crawl on
slowly*
1.
left eye is hopping fast for days now
and time's but a fair damsel
of delightful illusion
how she taunts and teases you
into sweet oblivion
of wickedly sensual basking
she drugs you with deep charisma
and struts at the doorway of your senses
she clutches onto the tracks in your mind
and claws deep into your ragged psyche
that same old song playing
over and over...
........over
2.
see right through train's chassis
rail sleepers spin vigorously backward
in such frightful haste
to get nowhere
no-one knows the real speed of time
out there.....
but for mere mortals
it's leniently paced in adagio
and parceled in mellowed excruciation
as ants walk serene
alongside the tracks
3.
creep into chaotic patterns
fall into hell
through a secret back door
even satan knows not of
as perched as he is
on his oh-so lofty pile of ordure
his blind heart
sees not
the strobed tracks
of your visiting soul
4.
take a syncopated shot up the arm
from the foul fang of a kind sinner
while saints bathe in fat glory
elsewhere
when you look again
you lie alone in a corner room
broken
yet untethered
tracks to heaven so obscured
by
your paradoxical attempts at levity
on the twisted playground of life's malady
5.
how badly you tripped
so many **** times
you ....got in the way
of your
own
remise
each time you fell
you looked UP
expecting help
when all the while
the answers lay
at your feet:
[your own mistakes are authentic and real;
you try to fox-tread out
but trying to turn your back on a *****
called destiny - equals catastrophe personified
oh, she WILL beckon you back
with her crooked finger
most kindly
to ensure no overdue lessons wait too long.....]
*the ants crawl on
so
slowly*
S T, Wed 10 July 2013
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
Avenging activity among our society
Based behind our bravery,
Centered in our controlled community
Dances our dimes distantly,
Eating the Economy entirely,
Freeing some family’s from financial stability
Giving the Government full guidance to “Give willingly”
Help save history and fix the hired hereby diligently
Isolating the problem Indefinitely before another civil war breaks out immobilizing us internally,
Jacking up jumping prices to live within our jungle of commonality
Killing Kids futures by leaving them in debt for keeps of knowledge to secure their vivacity
Living our Lives in stress leniently because we are your servants dwelling down here in the low depths of poverty.
Massing out our Money on your table tops feasting morbidly on fattening foods while millions suffer from malnutrion
Nobody speaking nervously now
On the open opinion’s on our governments greed
People pacing the streets for a piece to eat
Quiet our questions or riots will quake the streets
Rage ripping through our roads radiantly
So sustain us all seriously separating the needy from situations of squandering
Take hold of our Tantrums and turn them on the ones demanding this tangibility
You’re yearning for yesterday’s better life
Venom of today’s values vast out over our minds
When will they welcome the revolution?
Xenophobia exerts exteremremitys on our souls
Zero Tolerance for Zaberism and Zolism is the way we go.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
BIG BUT…
I’m a tolerant type of person
So, I try to look at others leniently.
(But...)
You sent the fox to guard the hen house,
That kind of thinking doesn’t makes no sense to me.
I don’t know why you took the stance
That this was such a clever thing to do.
(But…)
Then with all the chickens gone
You tried hard to blame everyone but you.
You got to look out for that big but.
It gets in the way of so much you say.
You always seem to show that big but.
It’s gonna bit you in the end someday.
Your peers have chosen to trust in you.
They sent you to work to represent their case.
(But…)
You took it as a treasure chest
And ran amok, and now you are off base.
Your corruption is nearly absolute
You job is to care what the people think
(But…)
You lost touch with what you are
Right now you don’t know just how much you stink.
You got to look out for that big but.
It gets in the way of so much you say.
You always seem to show that big but.
It’s gonna bite you in the end someday.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Damilola
My boss daughter, Damilola
A young beautiful child
A queen of flower kingdom
She smells sweety like flora
She is a rose and jasmine
She is a sunshine, Damilola
She is a green forest, Damilola
DAMILOLA
Daughter of Mr. Femi Onanuga
Aureate-looking like, Damilola
Most beautiful Yoruba child
Invincible she is, a Damilola
Legitimate daughter of my boss
Originate from Oduduwa land
Leniently she speak, Damilola
And, she hate no one Damilola
And, she is +1
Happy Birthday
Young beautiful
Child of my boss
Damilola Femi Onanuga
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
SHE WAS INVITED HOME
Every tear stole her smile
Sadly sigh after saying grace
Her lips sealed with fear
Her eyes blurred by death
And her strength drowned inside an Amen.
It’s cold to believe that she’s gone
When all we hoped for was for her to return an burn our frozen paws.
The oxygen refused to escape her mouth for it was willing
But the engine of her heart lost all its faith
And the line of equator separated her life to death.
Mourns the sun
Inviting grey clouds to silence wounded hearts
Stroke heavy lightning
Pleading freedom for hidden drops of water
From the river of eyes… they leniently flow.
Driven down to the foundation of her new home,
Her daughter’s angelic voice arose heavier than her pain.
Beautiful flowers painted her home.
Heavy soil escaped the space between my fingers.
Ha ha mazing grace, how sweet that sounds?
Sang the happy gravy,
To poke the void inside a heart
That now breath without its roots.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC