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"ostentations" poems
Collaboration's implicit excitations explicate expectations Unity's myriad augurs geomancy's indications Demagoguery's ostensibly intuitive impetus coordinations Extravagantly exorbitant panaceas appreciate exaggerations Prolifically profuse profundity's autonomous gestations Empirically emulate epistemology's exogamous creations Intrigue's imperative promulgation's quantum fecundations   Fealty's ephemeral enunciation's explicit complications Hypercritically exponential prophylaxis protocol's interpretations Sacrosanct unary's preternatural predilection's extrications Eventuation's evocative illuminism avant garde's ostentations Corrupt costume counselor's indicative explications Assimilation's synthetic synthesis' ascensional implications Ominous phenomenon portrayal detinue's integrations Umbrage ultraism's penumbral platitude's objectifications Futurity's spontaneous flamboyance's apotropaic expiations
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Synergy
Jumping, bouncing and swinging from tree to tree In a sparse forest just outside a village on the outskirts of Antananarivo They adapt to the changes flung at them and strive to survive On the ground a troop leaps sideways side by side in a straight line What a comical spectacle However solemn their purpose, they must find a home The little one abaft of the line Takes one last glimpse at the home he leaves behind Oh it’s up in flames now and bulldozers knock down his trees Beyond, just yonder Over a hill further down south, the prospect is in sight A new forest with new opportunities It’s denser; it hasn't caught the eye of encroaching villagers They forge on towards it in that spectacular procession High up in the trees they mark their territory Males call out to females and they howl in response The young ones frolic in the underbrush They mate, they eat, they thrive Another forced migration There they go again in that sideways march More deforestation for infrastructure There must be leeway for civilization one way or the other One must wonder now What future lies in store for these that have no place in government? Their trails fade away from the Malagasy ecosystem Their lives hang in a balance at the brink of extinction Will our grandchildren ever get to appreciate The extraordinary feats of agility they display The gymnastics they perform from day to day On the trees and on the ground in the jungle everyday Ostentations of dramatic optical presentations In their furry coats of monochromatic patterns Perhaps they will disappear and my son’s sons may only get to Read about them in the has been list of the annals of history At this rate since erecting urban jungles Of tar roads and skyscrapers is the order of the day They might even be able to catch an obscure image of the lemur In the form of a costumed trapezist mimicking one Or a twisting contortionist in The Cirque Du Soleil Nellie Nkosi
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
THE LEMUR
Jumping, bouncing and swinging from tree to tree In a sparse forest just outside a village on the outskirts of Antananarivo They adapt to the changes flung at them and strive to survive On the ground a troop leaps sideways side by side in a straight line What a comical spectacle However solemn their purpose, they must find a home The little one abaft of the line Takes one last glimpse at the home he leaves behind Oh it’s up in flames now and bulldozers knock down his trees Beyond, just yonder Over a hill further down south, the prospect is in sight A new forest with new opportunities It’s denser; it hasn't caught the eye of encroaching villagers They forge on towards it in that spectacular procession High up in the trees they mark their territory Males call out to females and they howl in response The young ones frolic in the underbrush They mate, they eat, they thrive Another forced migration There they go again in that sideways march More deforestation for infrastructure There must be leeway for civilization one way or the other One must wonder now What future lies in store for these that have no place in government? Their trails fade away from the Malagasy ecosystem Their lives hang in a balance at the brink of extinction Will our grandchildren ever get to appreciate The extraordinary feats of agility they display The gymnastics they perform from day to day On the trees and on the ground in the jungle everyday Ostentations of dramatic optical presentations In their furry coats of monochromatic patterns Perhaps they will disappear and my son’s sons may only get to Read about them in the has been list of the annals of history At this rate since erecting urban jungles Of tar roads and skyscrapers is the order of the day They might even be able to catch an obscure image of the lemur In the form of a costumed trapezist mimicking one Or a twisting contortionist in The Cirque Du Soleil Nellie Nkosi
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Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) My heart has gone out for all families on the street That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion With which you have held the riches of the world In which effortlessly swim the powers that be, Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world Wherever you are kindly be ennobled Whether in India or Chicago of Americas, Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery Good times and chances befall you children of the street. Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature; Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity. Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society But great you are because 10% you hitherto make Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion! Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are For your day is very soon.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
ODE TO ALL STREET FAMILIES
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) My heart has gone out for all families on the street That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion With which you have held the riches of the world In which effortlessly swim the powers that be, Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world Wherever you are kindly be ennobled Whether in India or Chicago of Americas, Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery Good times and chances befall you children of the street. Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature; Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity. Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society But great you are because 10% you hitherto make Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion! Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are For your day is very soon.
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Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) My heart has gone out for all families on the street That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion With which you have held the riches of the world In which effortlessly swim the powers that be, Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world Wherever you are kindly be ennobled Whether in India or Chicago of Americas, Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery Good times and chances befall you children of the street. Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature; Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity. Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society But great you are because 10% you hitherto make Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion! Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are For your day is very soon.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
Ode to All the Street Families
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) My heart has gone out for all families on the street That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion With which you have held the riches of the world In which effortlessly swim the powers that be, Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world Wherever you are kindly be ennobled Whether in India or Chicago of Americas, Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery Good times and chances befall you children of the street. Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature; Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity. Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society But great you are because 10% you hitherto make Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion! Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are For your day is very soon.
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Collaboration's implicit excitations explicate expectations Unity's myriad augurs geomancy's indications Demagoguery's ostensibly intuitive impetus coordinations Extravagantly exorbitant panaceas appreciate exaggerations Prolifically profuse profundity's autonomous gestations Empirically emulate epistemology's exogamous creations Intrigue's imperative promulgation's quantum fecundations   Fealty's ephemeral enunciation's explicit complications Hypercritically exponential prophylaxis protocol's interpretations Sacrosanct unary's preternatural predilection's extrications Eventuation's evocative illuminism avant garde's ostentations Corrupt costume counselor's indicative explications Assimilation's synthetic synthesis' ascensional implications Ominous phenomenon portrayal detinue's integrations Umbrage ultraism's penumbral platitude's objectifications Futurity's spontaneous flamboyance's apotropaic expiations
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
Synergy
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) My heart has gone out for all families on the street That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion With which you have held the riches of the world In which effortlessly swim the powers that be, Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world Wherever you are kindly be ennobled Whether in India or Chicago of Americas, Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery Good times and chances befall you children of the street. Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature; Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity. Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society But great you are because 10% you hitherto make Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion! Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are For your day is very soon.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
Untitled
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) My heart has gone out for all families on the street That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion With which you have held the riches of the world In which effortlessly swim the powers that be, Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world Wherever you are kindly be ennobled Whether in India or Chicago of Americas, Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery Good times and chances befall you children of the street. Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature; Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity. Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society But great you are because 10% you hitherto make Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion! Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are For your day is very soon.
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display of strut, bird-lady departed. vacuumed in fur during mountain winters. cocktails at five, tales of life lived. a modern disease tolled bells. pecks on a red door, footprints on steps, twilight brought a royal display from deep in bush, day after day his noble plumage green, blue, purple eyes watchful, a holy farewell. under an oak at saturday’s end he returns for an encore of lessons from heaven. nurture, renewal, kindness shrouded in ritual dance. sister protector wears feathers of colour, imprinted with love, caring whilst fading, rot taken hold. peacocks appear, ostentations abound, another abyss narrowly missed. evolutionary lessons, true colours unfurl, she rises from ashes with radiant glow
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
Resurrection
When my heart needs a hug its you I turn to, when its dark ,its you to hold me on. When my worlds come undone, its you I look to, whenever I think of someone to wrap me, its you I can count on. When i's frightened of my deepest and wildest dreams, it's you to lend me strength when I had none. it's you I love without any ostentations, it's you who placate me when i's busy with my own desolations, it's you who cherish, who appreciates me in million ways, it's you for I thank my luck stars for every single day. Its you................ for whom I'm mad for.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
ITS YOU................
Collaboration's implicit excitations explicate expectations Unity's myriad augurs geomancy's indications Demagoguery's ostensibly intuitive impetus coordinations Extravagantly exorbitant panaceas appreciate exaggerations Prolifically profuse profundity's autonomous gestations Empirically emulate epistemology's exogamous creations Intrigue's imperative promulgation's quantum fecundations   Fealty's ephemeral enunciation's explicit complications Hypercritically exponential prophylaxis protocol's interpretations Sacrosanct unary's preternatural predilection's extrications Eventuation's evocative illuminism avant garde's ostentations Corrupt costume counselor's indicative explications Assimilation's synthetic synthesis' ascensional implications Ominous phenomenon portrayal detinue's integrations Umbral ultraism's penumbral platitude's objectifications Futurity's spontaneous flamboyance's apotropaic expiations
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC
Synergy
Collaboration's implicit excitations explicate expectations Unity's myriad augurs geomancy's indications Demagoguery's ostensibly intuitive impetus coordinations Extravagantly exorbitant panaceas appreciate exaggerations Prolifically profuse profundity's autonomous gestations Empirically emulate epistemology's exogamous creations Intrigue's imperative promulgation's quantum fecundations   Fealty's ephemeral enunciation's explicit complications Hypercritically exponential prophylaxis protocol's interpretations Sacrosanct unary's preternatural predilection's extrications Eventuation's evocative illuminism avant garde's ostentations Corrupt costume counselor's indicative explications Assimilation's synthetic synthesis' ascensional implications Ominous phenomenon portrayal detinue's integrations Umbral ultraism's penumbral platitude's objectifications Futurity's spontaneous flamboyance's apotropaic expiations
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Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC
Synergy