Merried poems on Hello Poetry

SassyJ Dec 2016

I met the devil at his table
and it's true what they say
He wears Prada and makes a toast
We got drunken, the liquor flowed
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are the slaves of time

I met the devil at his table
and I don't doubt his mist
of sour recognition of time
We just merried, but as seconds coiled
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is a heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are slaves of time

Wake up, Wake up
Take up, Take up
Rise up, Rise up
the battle is yours

It was an audio but I am re-recording it.... soon.

AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ Aug 2017

Susceptible-era

Susceptible-era...

Man waved away deformities of *****,
  man deserted hatred and violence,
Man merried in harps of righteousness;
  all these were delicacies of the ancient kingdom.

Oh, come to our world wherein whales fear,
Oh, our world wherein witches are preachers,
Oh, come to our world wherein worms steer,
Oh, our world wherein fates go on date with money-rituals.

Some heads blackened their hearts at dark,
  some eyes eyed the eagles to death by night,
Some mouths blundered rivers of nail on the risen spark,
  some ears ruined truth for gifts from heist.

If the raod to Babylon seem a-foot close to Lagos;
Then sharks in river Jordan would snap selfies with some corpse,
For a second the ruling Egyptians lived;
While, stars of years the Israelites lived.

©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
    30/07/2017
      02:16 PM

MrunaliniDNimbalkar Dec 2020

Father Christmas

With the advent of Noel ,
the dusting of  the tottering white is a welcome sight .

when the Elves are at work and the stardust becomes a thick white blanket ,
from Lapland in his toboggan in the dreamy , frosty December,
through the chimney's
down comes Santa for him and her.

With a token of love in every action ,
Reaching out at every junction,
Giving presents galore with gregarious hugs , spreading smiles manifesting love , hope and more .
Father Christmas has a lot in store !

The Yule tree shines bright in all its finery ,
Bedecked shimmering baubles and the tinsels ,
the mittens and the Holly ,
Imbuing time to be Jolly .

Elaborate, aromatic spreads , from eggnog to gingerbreads,
The delicious plum cake or the turkey bake !
Folks merried and gleed ,
A feast indeed !

The jingle bells and the Carolling adding the musical touch.
Why ride the clutch?
Bring in the best for the Christmas fest !

The reason for the season is the divine warmth , swooning away the gloom and zwart .
Gracing the world ,
Angels playing cupid
with wing and prayer,
spreading love in the air.
So when it's Christmas in all its glory ,
make merry my friend for its just so fair !
🎄Merry Christmas 🎄

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

*10/12/2020*
There's so much joy and beauty associated with Christmas. From family time, to snow, the decorations on trees, and all the bright lights. There are so many wonders we get to enjoy. I just wanted to write something celebrating all the things that I love about Christmas and at the same time , asking God to keep the reason for the season at the center of my heart.
Having grown up studying in a christian school this festival had fascinated me right through.
Merry Christmas everyone !
Stay safe , happy and healthy.

Babatunde Raimi Sep 2019

Stop Female Genital Mutilation

I watched the cut
Blood flowed freely
In a tiny muffled voice
I tried to protest
But they overcame
With the blade, razor sharp

I cried and wriggled
As pain enveloped me
In my pain they merried
Singing in discordant tunes
Seeing beauty in my tragedy
My factory settings they distorted

How could i have given consent?
As a child, I couldn't
I was helplessly helpless
Like a thief i was restrained
Until you took a part of me
Can I ever forgive you?

Promiscuity is a choice
Same for virginity
It has no relation;
With cutting my nerve ends
My sensitive genital tissue
Lend a voice, stop the act

In my world of ecstasy
I get decreased satisfaction
With low self-esteem
All thanks to you
By playing God
In the name if tradition

Stop Female Genital Mutilation
It's a violation of right
The world is against it
If the All-Knowing curated me
In HIS image and likeness
And said I am "Made whole"
It means I was born perfect

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