"twitting" poems
If I had a blog what would it be ?
Would I blog about twitting?
Tweet about texting?
Text about bloging?
Will I sip on an organic double frappuccino?
Will I miss MJ?
Will I have a tea cup Chihuahua?
Will I hate the hills?
Will I be dealing with bulimia?
Watching TMZ?
Liveing green?
Will my iPhone my big sunglasses be in my louis vuitton handbag?
Will all this be something to talk about?
Will it still be "in"?
Or will outher things that I hate take it's place?
Will my blog be overrated?
Or will only old ppl like it?
Or will it be, anti-social anti-fashion
I hate everything even myself
self mutalating artsie fartsie
wannabe rabel who are also AS over rated
whatever...
((If I wred this blog, I'd hate it))
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
We read “Captain Hook’s collection of psalms,
And other songs to sing along to.”
Nothing better to do off hand,
But revel in our own arrogance.
And, we notched holes in leather straps,
To expand at the waste.
Drive through diets replacing lessons-
Of keeping elbows off the table.
Of speaking only when spoken to.
Twenty-one years plus a little change.
And, daddy says-
Everything I taught you is replaceable.
And, daddy says-
Mistake is a just a word.
Hasn’t got it figured out either,
At least he admits it,
Choking down another cigarette,
Says: here’s to now.
And, don’t break your back if you don’t have to.
Technology affords avenues
Different rivers to float experience
Overalls and baseball caps
And the tree house that broke my tibia.
Talked through tin cans in this age,
Of golden innocence.
Now I’m Facebooking and twitting or twittering
Or… who the **** cares?
No one I care about.
Rivers given way to raw sewage.
And, even dogs eat their own ****
This cat called my computer a *********** box-
If the shoe fits,
Clichés get the hits.
Search: Blonde **** Big *******
5 million 38 hundred and 2 results.
Neon Bibles erupt in the sky.
Today I am a believer in the quarter pounder with cheese
Tomorrow in gasoline for 2.85
Midas made gold
Now he wants to change my oil.
They call that economics
Or advertising.
And, suddenly my sneakers aren’t good enough
Voice on the other end reassures-
My ideas are manic.
Paint a scene of terror.
Laying waste to iron giants-
Tearing down systems in place to restrict
Setting fire to everything-
Rack it up to fulfilling.
Rack it up to rebuilding.
Dismal haze, red glow to ash filled sky,
That makes mom clutch the good book-
Saying its time to go home.
How she knows her redeemer lives.
Clarity reigns supreme
And, daddy says-
Son, you’ve been watching too much TV.
And daddy says-
You catch more with honey by rule.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
There was a time when
all times looked the same
passing through seamless
dawn of ageless drain
We sought, fought and
bought our freedom for an ageless price
At a pace that dares not to take away our
endangered race
But what have brought
this craze of dismembering
the maze we felt less safe in.
The incorruptible men who
once calmed the storm
are now cohorts of a demeaning plot.
Their role in a war of stakes
is a gusty grab for the frontline
as they tussle for the ratio of cake
a game they so delight in.
Exhausted in a place which
was once a timeless haven
as their dignity is torn in shreds.
All sorts of glory are lost
still no one feels this is a shared shame.
If only we knew the journey would abort halfway
but the signs were like flare from the start
as sides became drawn in clear spat.
Two hundred and more of our “prized cowries”
got snatched from our land and our leaders
cannot guard our streets because they say
the times are bad and the enemies are back.
Everything get soured and some of us are left behind
as limbs are severed high into the firmament of red horror
We go hash with our tag
twitting and chanting that they restore our girls
bring back our girls-we pray
bring back our girls- we chant
Bemused, the soldiers assure to search our lands
While Boko bomb us out from our very own sands
Tangled, mangled, limbs and bodies get buried in our time.
© Chijioke Izundu P
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Today I didn’t see those ever-so-close couple.
In the lonely forenoons
When you could hear the leaves fall
They were there
Like two devoted doves
Whispering in each other’s ears
The wonderful nonsense
Only lovers can indulge in.
Then they laughed like rustling leaves
Drowned in their own twitting
Without caring a fig for my presence.
But today was the day
When wrapped in my own aloofness
Walking alone in the rain
I sought those two.
Like the empty bench
I missed those tweeting two
Warming up a desolate space,
Scared they’re lost in life’s aridness.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:13 AM UTC
I still remember,
We were working out on our chemistry
On our physics class
I still remember,
You were singing; syncing along with me
On our music class
I still remember,
We were chitchatting; twitting louder than the birds
On the tree
I still remember,
We were grabbing our hearts together with us
Almost everyday
I still remember,
We were late going to class after our date
On every Friday
I still remember,
Nights with the moonlight with you
On your lap
I still remember,
Every fights with you while flying high like
A kite with you
Lastly I also still remember,
Your goodbye reason said and paid for my love
Because I remember my expenses on you?
I still remember...
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
I sit with a crackling fireplace
Hit chocolate in y hand trying to forget the
Animals who can't seem to escape the harsh snow.
I sit twitting my thumbs with nothing to do
But fall into a deep trance about the beauty of summer.
I could feel the summer sun glistening on my
Sun kissed skin, sending giddy shivers down my back.
The saltiness of the ocean dancing in my mouth
Make me crave the water on my skin even more.
As I walk up the beach the sand squishing
Through each toe every step I take.
The presence of freckles scattered unevenly across my face.
My hair as blonde as gold flowing in the swift wind.
As I sip a drink made from strawberries,
The birds overhead shirt in absolute unison.
But then, I look out the window and see the snowflakes falling,
And my wishes for summer calling.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
death
follows me closely
while life
retreats into shadows
shunning
gnarled fingers
of winters hand
my heart
palpitates a lonesome song
a ponderance of youth
yearning days of old
where children play
in bright summer fields
and laughter
is caught
in the bubbles they blew
lifted
with the wind
bursting of sunshine giggles
covering the land in smiles
as the scent of moms apple pie
sent children scurrying home...
i feel death's chill
twitting my memories
mockingly reminding...
that my home
is with him now
as my eyes
fell silent
and my heart
cease to beat
into
the
shadow
i
descend
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Flit To Me, My Pretty
or Dance Of Kinglet
Sing, “tay-tay-tay,” all the day
carry on in morning sun
bouncing on sandy stream banks
Kinglet friend of mine
Your yellow crown, breast of cotton down
O be lost daydreams so fine
This is what twitting really is
Euphoria found in flash
discerning your small “tay”-ing song
milkweed fluff you find
act as if you are stealing, no crime here
milkweed glad; spread seed as kind
Wash yourself amidst these puddles
preen yourself for mating
You’ve made a nest for nothing other
how sweet your callers come
rock a vantage point of eternity
from here we see all succumb
This rock and I
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
.
Politcs
is the
LEGITIMAZATION
Of
VIOLENCE
••
Political Science
is the study of how that
LEGITIMAZATION
occurs
And to what
Purpose
The VIOLENCE
is used
•••••
So here we are !
Pretending some form of
POLITICAL ADVENTURE IN DEMOCRACY
is taking place !!
//
We are totally uninformed
As to the true nature
Of the events transpiring
Around us !!
We are
USELESS
POWERLESS
NARROW MINDED
little twits !
We are mere playthings of those who manipulate
The forces that ultimately control us completely !!
>< >< ><
Yet
LOOK AT THE ******* MONSTROCITIES
OF HUMAN EXPRESSION
WE
SO - CALLED
" POETS "
( in our SELF - AGRANDIZING stupor )
Produce
( especially the pathetic ****
That makes it
The DAILY )
really are!!
///
As if our
Deep !
Sincere !
Magically transforming !
so so sensitive !
words
Are even remotely
Relevant and real !!!!
//
Useless twits uselessly twitting
//
Just cause you got your pants down
And got someone's genitals inside you
Somewhere
Don't mean you are
Naked !
Raw with emotion !
Facing truth !
//
(Yeah
Even dogs ****
But at least they have some dignity ! )
••
VIOLENCE !!
Violence !
VIOLENCE !
//
( being LEGITIMATIZED ! )
//
Useless twits !
//
How can you love a useless twit !
( you can't )
2 useless twits ******* is not love
The description
Of a useless twit *******
Another useless twit
Is not a
Love poem !
( no matter how you try
To
SPIN
the ultimate failures
Of your lives ! )
••
Super shape - shifting words !
( no no !
Just useless twits ******* !
******* UGLY
.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
She didn't do anything wrong
Her love for him was so strong
They used to listen to folk song
Many happy memories for a long
She thought this she could prolong
That they can be happy for a lifelong
She was wrong!
Once in a sudden, she caught him cheating
With who, do you think he was meeting?
She found out this when he was twitting
Her best friend for a long he was meeting
Not only for once but always repeating
She hadn't done anything to deserve cheating
Except being trusting!
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC