"waaa" poems
he was a tambourine
_cling-cling-cling_
competing with the guitar,
_strrr...uuummm..._
bass,
_puuu-waaa...ssh!_
and drums
_BO...o...Om!_
In the orchestra
he was the conductor's baton
_swish-swish-swish_
drowned out by the oboe
_BRRR...Rooo..._
cello
_teener-neener-teen_
violin
_Neee-nah-neee...nahnahnah-nee..._
When he went solo
he was a harp
_bling-bling-bling-bling..._
graceful, delicate
_tling-ling-ring-bling..._
his strings plucked
_pling-pling-pling-pling_
by angels
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Like the changing seasons
when you leave I fall
into the beautiful
Melancholy
of yesterday's rain
as Red Cap
by Louie Armstrong plays
in a dark mellow, yellow
smooth...or
rough sounding,
yet lovely fanfareish finish
sounds of a Witchita
lineman still
on the line
hanging on
lingering
heavy on my mind
reminded of
smells down sweetened
cigar smelling tracks
tastes of honey & Whiskey
forget a word said wrong
a note not hit or played
disregard word unsaid
forgive a thoughtless word
my imperfect mind
I overheard myself
or you saying
as we're laying,
playing
in the sun
Jazz....pizzazz
Oh, ah...yeah,
working
on the chain...
ohhh ahhhh....
ewwwww ...waaaa...
help me sing it
bring it
waaa..oooOo
Oh yeah,
one more time
everybody
let me here you
better go now
you can
show me
how
hey
Yeah....
Sam Cooke
singing
Gospel
sayin'
thank you
for
the
beautiful
and the
bitter
sweetness
of the
time we
shared
is leaving.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
From Princess Esther Fatouma,
The future queen of lies and deception
Dear ALLAH Elect, the most high,
Who blessed me with the powers to cheat
My luciferous pleasure to have contact with you,
Based on the pathetic and critical condition I find mine self,
Though, it's not financial problem,
But my health you might have known
That cancer is not what to talk home about,
Though I don't know you, but your are my sweet victim
And my contact with you was not by mistake,
But by the divine favour of ALLAH the maker of I the prankster
I am married to Mr. Mohamed Sule, I love him dearly,
My husband worked with Tunisia embassy in Burkina Faso
For nine years before he died in the year 2008.
We were married for eleven years without a child.
He died after a brief illness that lasted for five days.
Since his death I decided not to remarry,
When my late husband was alive
he deposited the sum of US$ 2.2m, waaa!
Two million two hundred thousand dollars,
in a bank in Ouagadougou the capital city of Burkina Faso
It is a wonder why all this sonnetic fortune,
In west Africa Presently this money is still in bank.
He made this money available, minus chains
for exportation of Gold from Burkina Faso mining.
Recently, My Doctor told me some thing new;
I am yet to visit the land of my ancestors, my husband
That I don't have much time to live because of the cancer problem,
Having known my condition,
I decided to hand you over this money
To take care of the less-privileged people,
You will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein
I want you to take thirty Percent of the total money for your personal use
While seventy percent of the money will go to charity
Helping the orphanage and all those that are homeless,
And I pray that you are foolish enough to provide your bank details
You would have converted yourself in to over parented orphanage.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC