"voracity" poems
The beloved country Africana can boast of is Ghana. The manana of Africana black star is Ghana A nation rich in culture and natural pasture.
Its nature reflects the creatures’ caricature
We are black reflecting our true beauty.
And we are packed with captivating ability. The typicality of our nationality brings unity. Who knows whether our safety lies in our variety?
This unity amidst our diversity is our reportage. About twenty-four million are surviving in our age. Over sixty ethnic groups and fifty-two major languages. There are hundreds of dialects which are to our advantages.
In W/A, Ghana records the highest percentage of Christianity… Yet the modernity of our sanity portrays minds of malignity. But the fraternity of our humanity builds our community. The variety of our morality and privity builds our society
Who said Ghana cannot be capaciously superfluous? We have the very illustrious and exuberant resources. The elites and the voracity are harnessing the recourses. The destitute remains poor and the gentry linger the forces
Our democratic government is an African paradigm. Our peaceful political regime is of no pantomime. Who of course would help us measure corruption? The whole nation would have tensed up to eruption.
If not the gargantuan wayomelogy of the wayometer. Who knows whether the next tool would be attameter? Who wouldn’t love to be a proud Ghanaian to enjoy our hilarious fila and jargons tongue can employ
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
The leopard and the lion chose to become friends,
For they were all proud of claws on their paws
They each glorified one another for their mighty,
Ability to live on meat of other fauna throughout a year,
They each admired one another for running speed,
They each remained firm and loyal to one rule;
Lions don’t eat leopards neither leopards eat lions.
They felt warmth in their companionship without verve,
Until the time they initiated a certain joint venture;
To hunt an antelope as it was famed to be the sweetest,
Again, there had remained one antelope only in the world,
They dilly and not dallied anyhow about such glittering project,
They both endevoured to set forth by each dawn for a whole year,
Tediously hunting throughout a day, the lion doing a great part,
Setting ambuscades and arduously sleuthing to orient on trail,
The leopard severally fainted in the field due to exhaustion,
On one eve of christmas day, the lion captured the prey,
When the leopard was a sleep shivering in fevers of malaria,
Their prey was a middle aged female antelope with swollen hips.
The leopard was sparked to fire of life by a mysterious fillip,
He boldly requested work, now to help the lion in carrying,
The un-suspecting lion relinquished the carcass to the leopard,
Feat of shrewdness gripped the leopard, he took off
Running away with a lightening speed, the antelope on his mouth,
The lion again began to chase, shouting to the leopard,
To be a gentleman and stop running, for them to share the plunder,
The leopard never listened, he craftily climbed to the apex,
Of the most tall and most slippery tree, he perched at the peak
With the antelope on his muscular mandibles of voracity,
The lion remained at the stem, wailing like a toddler
His family does not climb trees, not even a shrub,
The lion wailed, using all styles of wailing,
Pleading with the leopard to donate even an iota,
Not even a small piece of antelope bone dropped
To drop on the ground for the lion to taste,
Human leopards are not good hunting companions.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
dancing on the sands of agony
to the saddest song of apathy
standing behind tactical amnesty
with no chance because we lack capacity
we can't advance in fantasy
in rampant mankind's laxity
this land is ****** by strategy
a lack of sanity and demanded voracity
a stance of disbanding amity
we enhance the mass audacity
with plans deteriorating rapidly
we only last for a chance at catastrophe
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
Seeing such said-to-be veracity
made spurious by truer voracity
left me in a downward maudlin spiral
caught in the gravity of pejorative thoughts.
(They were right about you)
Shown to be mendacious and meretricious
with such audacious and ignominious cupidity
that is, apparently, insatiable
by external stimulation.
These words are for thee.
(They were right about you)
A
Mistress of Verisimilitude
Sorceress of Perdition
Goddess of Rapacity
Nugatory Luddite
Fatuous Epigone
Specious and unctuous Girl
of gratuitous turpitude
These puerile and rather flavorful words
fueled by seemingly insuperable motifs
arranged in a terse, inimical verse
for a rather insipid person
who will likely never even know of them,
and yet;
such sweet felicity.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
*Cut me, leach this tumor within me
it has festered into a separate entity
with its own blood supply
grown overbearing in its voracity
taking up more space each day
edging me out of the picture entirely
seems as though it'll devour me whole
dismemberment appears imminent
I'm only afraid of what I'll find
a face similar to mine with two heads
a cancer of your caliber, eating me alive
cold, ruthless treachery of no denial
ancestral antecedent, I'd prefer it dead
set fire to your name in vain
demon feasting decades after
it will never surrender peaceably*
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
The wind blows in a restive frenzy,
But knows not which way to go.
Dead leaves caper ecstatically
In the hope of reanimation.
The lascivious earth wears petrichor;
Craving for his touch.
Her paramour with a tumultuous roar,
Seems invincible in his virility.
The grim atmosphere lights intermittently
As the sparks of their passionate paroxysm burst through.
The ******** tryst leaves him exhausted.
Satiating her voracity was an arduous feat.
What once seemed invincible now floats decrepit;
Oblivious to the agents of his decay.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
I hope someday you may gaze upon your reflection and finally see the man you have always wanted to be
Until that day I hope you may work tirelessly
Fixated on your goals
Lost in your dreams
Your soul searching
For its' tenacity
Only seeing yourself
With voracity
Mercy and grace
Til you may come to love
And accept
The man you have come to be
A man you can respect
A man you can face
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
fingers caress like
etched calligraphy
leaving teased
imprints
drenched...
in shameless seep
as lips sheathe its bud,
heatedly erupting
raging forth...
upon tongue; its fragrance
titillating senses, hands
travel length of curvaceousness
in hungered voracity,
trembled peaks rise
exploding
fondled...
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
I feel like I am on a train
Watching life speed past me
I only get a glimpsed of the view
Before it is replace with another
I pass busy cities and quiet country sides
These pretty images guide me
And provide me with distractions
A bona fide offer to occupy my mind
Then the train would go through a tunnel
And I would be surround by darkness
Out the window, I am faced with my reflection
A grim ghost, staring into my soul
Head filled with the meaningless
That when I have nothing to distract myself
I am forced to dwell on my thoughts
All my misery pushed away returns
Attracted like moths to the light of my reflection.
They flitter about, rapidly gnawing my clothes and skin.
Who knew misery had such a voracity.
My reflection only looks on with apathy.
Thankfully, this encounter is only brief.
And the train comes out of the tunnel
The sudden light banishes my reflection
And I can continue to look out at the view
Watch as I speed passed it
Without thought nor worry
For the moths have scurry away
Leaving me in peace, for today
Although this train is on a straight line
It feels like it is going in circles
Darkness seekers must be the conductor of this train
As it won’t be long till I return to the tunnel
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Insanity is what she is,
Clarity is what she please,
Mortality is what she sees,
Voracity is something she ease.
Mendacity is what she speaks,
Tactfully is something she weaks,
Alchemy was never in her clique,
There kicks in her cavity.
Calumny writes above her head,
Casualty says around her dead,
Pageantry living on her bed,
Banditry was what she hid.
Centrality was all she craved,
Depravity waited for her traced,
Fatality made her braced,
Gallantly now she fazed.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Ill be your lingering cigar smoke if youll be my quivering nostalgia,
jumping at any chance to reminisce of the days when our steel frame
would test its infallibilities to the sound of our anguish
of course, were versed in this dance of discourse, this
arrhythmic,
energetic,
emotional banter.
We have performed these parts to a silent audience,
and recieved a deafening ovation.
For we own the stage,
commanding our mimed patrons respect and attention.
We astound them with our vigor and voracity as we
dance our unparalleled folly, tangled in the valleys of our eyes.
The dance will outlast our bodies, for the dance is more than we can ever be.
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
I can't believe my own voracity
I sit here trying to think of something worthwhile to say
Black holes gut the universe
Sometimes, it's hard to feel alright
When we're running out of time
And I'll never be that young again
I don't think I'll wake up
I...
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret,Kenya;[email protected])
Hallo Mr food , allow me to salute you with Germany hello
I will also hug you with American hi and kiss you
with high sounding french romantic salut
as I saw you on the table in one peasant's hut
her shoals of children giving you a Kenyan Jambo,
each of them ruthless and not exculpating you
each chopping you off one after another
biting you horrendously like a mutton in the canine
of a male lion in the kingdom of noon day
forlornly you were thrashed with no succour
those peasants ate you like ravenous hyenas
feasting on the ewe daily in apex of starvation
where erred you to the peasants' sires
for they look for you with one sharp voracity
where will you take your body for a simple truce?
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
"Yeah buddy, how've you been man?!"
"Let's forget that, want to talk about the things
we've forgotten?"
He looks at me analyzing, and perplexed by,
my intentions against the blank slate that is my face.
"Yeah! Right? Been trying hard to forget
this winter dude, the snow is killing me!"
Matt turns away, takes a slug and summons Vince over
in order to order a shot of cinnamon whiskey. I turn to
wheel of fortune and start counting letters in potential words
when I say
"I bet I've forgotten more things than you can remember"
"..."
"Excuse me?"
He turns back with fireball eyes and whiskey in his hand and
I'm startled by the voracity of his intoxication. Smiling yet totally
instigated he looks me in the eye, takes his shot and states
"are you ridiculing my memories man? You think you had it
harder than me?"
pointing at my chest
"Anyone can see how privileged you ******* are."
I shut up, turn back to wheel and practice my silence.
He drains his beer and steps out into the suffocating snow.
Beautiful snow.
I imagine stuffing great white handfuls of the wet stuff
into his face for all eternity.
Is the snow killing you now BUDDY?!
Lets talk about the weather MAN!!
Tell me all about it DUDE!
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Would you hold it against me
If i said there's nothing found
That i'll lay here and watch my dreams
Embers, falling to the ground
Would you hold it against me
If i had no strength to fight
And as tomorrow brings the war
Still, no tears escape my eyes
Would you fault it for its being
A doughnut on the shelf
Would you shun it's hollowness inside
It still tries to make its sweetness felt
For there are some that rake for dreams
With disparity in the dead of night
And others whose voracity
The world feared and extinguished light
- c.t.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
rigor eros braids our fingers together
sealing our hands, palm crushed to palm
inhaling your breath as you exhale mine
ravenous eyes devour all before them
rhapsody reverberates from hearts and walls
never ending thirst drives us always on
draining the sweet, deep red cup of libido
with fever induced voluptuous draughts
driven beyond the delirium of voracity
we ricochet off boundaries of carnality
lungs heated to ignition by bodies racing
to keep pace with limitless appetence
minds consumed by hearts desire
insensate to wounded and broken flesh
love’s voice shouts in deafening collision
time coils around consummation’s aura seeking us
we are hidden between a kiss and apogee
unchained from the somatic world
locked together in amaranthine embrace
ecstasy overwhelms mortality
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
Beside me on the table lies a small green stem;
This stem once with it carried a lovely botanical gem.
Outside the window yonder is a city caked in snow;
Such that all is cancelled and I have nowhere to go.
It's funny that this stem of green shucked clean and here laid bare
Gets mention in this rhythmic verse 'bout all that white out there.
For you see, my friends, that stem, to me's a sad reminder
Of a time (and time again) to me, that's so much kinder.
And now, of course, I have a day, no deadlines, dues, or debits
But that stem is what remains of a stash worth several credits.
A tragedy to none but those who also will partake;
To me, a dearth that stonewalls my voracity to bake.
Alas, I open this white page and 'ply my verse unto
Lament for being 'void of green...what has my life come to?
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
limited by form
enraptured by voracity
they come stumbling forth
a wave of alacrity
the dead reborn
graverobbed of their sanctity
tasting life once more
flesh called
theyre answering
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
i wanted you more than the power of a natural disaster ravaging entire continents
“yes”
within milliseconds i was sent to pure ecstasy, a state of delirium, passion, mania, vehemence with our every shared breath in the ardor of our movements- the voracity i felt to induce pleasure upon you was boundless, is boundless
the fervor of our bodies shimmered in streetlight illuminated glazes, and our flickering eyes shimmered with careless impetuosity for anything but inducing pleasure on one another
the absolute delight that comes with inhabiting your existence is ample for my eternal contentment
your beauty captures me,
beauty like yours resembles the feeling of relief,
the feeling preceding extreme pain
when your body sends out a warm embrace throughout your body
like a comforting hug from mother nature to ensure you
that you are still alive,
the pain is gone,
and you are still breathing
your beauty is warm
and envelopes me whenever your benign eyes glance in my direction
grasping around my body and then you blink,
blink,
blink
i tear through time,
lacerate every last second that holds us from each other
there is not anything that holds me from you but wasted time, corroding away and creating a gap in time in which i am once again in your presence.
all i ask from you is your lips holding onto mine, and for the seconds that i experience you to drag out across days and days.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 9:55 AM UTC
I haven’t ever made promises, to leave them half-broken.
I haven’t taken pleasure in possessions, which were stolen.
I have never deserted the hearts, which I had once taken.
I have never gone to bed with a mind, sinned and shaken!
No matter how hard envy, fury or voracity poke,
I never gave in, for my conscience was always woken.
I can always stand without guilt – no matter when I am awakened.
I may have been called a rebel, but that was cos I was outspoken.
I hadn’t yielded like many, to the alluring worldly temptations.
Though I often longed for love, and slept with teary eyes - all swollen.
Until one day you came along, like God’s endowed creation.
I began to love selflessly again, though I admit with much caution.
I know it has raised eyebrows, sulky faces and contortions!
This too will pass, with you by my side, to keep me patient.
Everything will be fine as long as our prayers come with devotion
For in God, I take faith and have offered our love as his token!
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 9:38 AM UTC
I am not inconstant,
But forever evolving,
Not closed off,
But not always open.
I expose my heart
Only when the sky darkens.
I build toothpick-towers,
Tantalizing torments
Taller than trees.
Chateaus of cards
Whose hallowed halls
Visitors seldom peruse,
And even more rarely see.
Young and foolish and bold,
Thoughts all over the place,
I spoke like a shotgun.
My opinions explosions
Verbal projectiles
Going off in your face.
I lived life by moments,
I existed only then,
Only there.
Motivated by love, yes,
But also by pain
And by fear.
Each memory
Of each moment
Represented
By each fallen tear.
Now older and wiser
-That's either a laugh or a sin
Haunted might be more apt-
I find I write
Too close to the skin.
A subtle blade,
Flirting, teasing,
Razors edge longing to dive in.
Vampiric voracity
Obscured by imperfect opacity,
Seeking the vitality within.
Yet,
What ****** force
To unleash?
What uncouth beast
Would I be?
Devouring
Ravenous,
That which sustains me?
Better to starve,
To choke on dust,
Than to make that first ****
Dooming myself
To an eternal enmity
Against my own will.
I've heard it said that
Wisdom is the product
Of suffering and time.
But what dear cost,
What dire punishment,
When youth is the crime?
So I'll try to balance the scales
With love and lessons learned,
And relinquish remorse to rhyme.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
I don't know what to be near me
because I spent all my time,
trying to survive the social voracity.
Even with the ****** floor,
everyone continues walking.
The death of another man
is nothing compared
to the lack of time
Such is the pain
which we pretend to bear
so that they don't forget us.
Such is the happiness
which we pretend to have
so that they remember us.
… well, I shut up
in front of the beauty
of my lands…
I don't know how to be who I am,
because long time ago I was hipnotized
by the exterior of this world
– and such is its vivacity.
Although there's so much
to appreciate
quietly,
I can't stop
thinking of us.
However much the sumptuous flowers
are things to dream about,
we should not forgive us
so naturally,
especially with
so many open wounds.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
I am a spoon
in a cathedral
extravagantly decorated
yet, internally empty
in the echoes of the hymns
I exist, a manifestation
of dreams conquered
by divine intervention
a minuscule cloud
in a land-bound hurricane
growing in voracity paired
with destructiveness
my God is a razor blade
blood my only hope
of absolution
the last moments of sanity
hope fades
faith and violence inseparable
eternitys mates annually ovulating
giving birth to consciousness
awareness a sword
decimating free will
at the end of the day, it remains
we are no more than a rat in an electrified maze
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC