Will pens
(I'd have to think
when last I dipped mine in ink)
and sad to say
pencils go
the dodo's way
become extinct or obsolete
(oh no)
to the average man in the street
as if it weren't for junk mail
no matter how large or small
never mind trees and ecology
wouldn't have no mail at all
when I was young still a nipper
a lot more lively
hale hearty and chipper
had pen pals galore
now they're e-pals
it's done with thumbs
some folks use keystrokes
and I'm not sure
if anyone
writes letters anymore
I
This poem us based on Scripture, Ephesians 2:6, usually the author ascribed is Paul.
II
We participated in his life
And especially his death
A mystery, gift melting strife
Through Spirit of God, divine work
Now, as he rose, we rose as well
Again a great and sublime mystery
Relation with heirs helps spell
Out how we thus live above misery
the diamond
he thought he plucked
is not
the real McCoy.
huge thunderbolt he...
never saw
coming!
his main squeeze
dumps him
with dear john
epistle.
long-distance love dies...
he's swapped for another!
a...
soldier long deployed.
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 02/13/2022
If I may now express it well,
What's cradled by my mind.
The future for me hard to tell;
Should memory fade or die?
I want that special someone,
A woman for my heart.
I pray that you may come,
So love should impart.
preacher sing me your song
deceive me not
behold,behold me
once more
a diatribe straight
from the heart
of birth
of growth
and of development
to personal purity
owned not lent
a struggle against
the odds
the enemy within
&tongues without
pictures of horse,ship& fire
guile of the lips
tongue of desire
begone
Come O so gentle James
long gone
speak to me
again
of fruit
&faith
together
in my heart
by
the Holy Spirit
lain
Educated Br Reading Each Epistle
Were educated reading each epistle;
Jesus was stuck with every thistle;
Crucified;
Died;
Wind would sound like a whistle.
Jim Horn
J-ovial
I-mpressive
E-xpression's
V-erse
I-n
E-very
N-ame
I-nspires
E-ach
L-ife
L-etting
U-ntold
J-oy
I-mplement
E-motional
N-obility's
N-ice
E-xceptional
M-essage
O-nce
N-otable
T-opic
E-mploys
A-crostic
L-oveliness
E-ndorsing
G-reat
R-ighteous
E-pistle
Topic: Birthday of Jievieniell Ujienne M. Montealegre (May 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Dear Light
Fairest of ‘em all
Beam your blinding rays
Chase me
And spark another you in me
To end my reign
Dispel me into the shadows
Let the new you
Glow with your grace
And my darkened eyes
Tear with disgrace
Spring forth
Gush out
Like a fountain of you
Chase away
Drown every breathing me
For i am darkness
And you are light
For Adéronkè
My room smells of your fragrance
The sun rays in again-
searching for it's kind of beauty.
I'm calling back every touch we had...
Kisses have names.
A stranger will come to you
In the footwear of saints, and moralists
He will speak and his voice will sail
Through your bones, and muscles;
and tissues without drowning in your red sea.
Tell him your air is saturated with my love....
And the gods of faithfulness are watching
From the high places.
Tell mama you found your h-earth a heaven
She will dance, sing and live.
For if anyone finds love, he finds everything.
Aderonke, take a look at the sky
Do not count the stars-
they are too little and many to be numbered.
There is a light oozing from a crescent-
that's my lips beaming hope upon your path.
So you can walk through the night
Tear the fairy veils of darkness, and find rest.
Till then when I will have you
Wrapped in my arms and my burning desires
Where we burn cold and slay boredom
Stay true to my words...
"If you will ever walk a way, it should never be away from my heart"
I love you, like the dreamers love the night.
Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
Dear, GF
No address my girlfriend.
In our relationship there is no end
All our romantic games are our address
Address i always using to send my feelings to you
That you are so special more than I show.
That you are my lover and you are all that I know.
Your smile and your heart and your eyes
I'll love you forever until the word of die.
You are truly my friend and you are my life.
You will soon be my beautiful wife.
You are my greatest strength,
I will die for you and go to any length.
You are the true person I need
Here i have you right now, indeed.
Because right now isn't enough but forever,
Without you there will never be completed of love heart.
Your beauty is truly from the heaven
Here I pray there is fabulous room right from beside you for me.
You are my beautiful soul and I can forget you never.
I just pray that we are always together now and forever.
Your, BF.
#EDM.
EPISTLE TO BILLY SHAKESPEARE
An epistle to Billy Shakespeare:
Dear erstwhile bard of Avon,
Greetings to you from
The bamboozled, browsing
Bibliographies, bound
by the bloodlust, ]
Passions so flawed,
Exaggerations,
Literary inventions,
to contradictions,
Legions of legends,
Perennial prose,
constellations, creations
Tragic heroes
and drama queens.
Dear Billy Shakespeare,
Thanks so much not,
Signed,
Long suffering teens!!!!
Flooding to sky, my feelings over the sloppy bank
Dangling like tulips on the rainy eve, flourishing
My smile, angels awake, their trumpet, my soul nourishing
Tell her! She never my heart left blank.
Her small argument, amuse i, while on bed to rest
Creature! Oh! Creature, she beat nature
That day, on my side seated, she never mature
Hope, her idiosyncrasy like weather never change abreast.
Wishes are pathetic, we might walk one day
On the plaited heir of roses and lilies
While our aged stories grow new like sweet bay
As ecstasy hovers like drunken butterflies.
Traverse her all time, i might miss her last wave
In case, do see her, my monumental epistle, try to save.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
I hate it when they thought I thought,
I feel pain for portraying a clean portrait,
Life is like a tray,share your cake to invited guest,
Painted pictures envisage the true figure.
Lights in the day even when darkness rule in dawn as a don,
Night of day my sincerity is torn like a used toilet worker-
-surrendering to dirty papers.
Fear is a mastermind if you are so scared,
Men are killers stricks when you lean on their steps,
God is a faithful father in his care I lie on.
If I prefer a chain of gold ,
Doesn't mean I like pearls.
If I'm a glittering diamond,
I was once elusive though.
Slowly I frozed at this tone,
I knew better than I taught,
I thought better than I taught,
No love as they thought.
Lovely pain beyond imaginations,
Sequence of life record play,
Standing alone is my man of my own,
Stressing the noon day,
Has reward in the hazy time.
Take me wrong I feel calm.
At times an affectionate love can be weird,
Crazy out of reality but more fantasy I hear,
Cheers to my pain of reality,
My chains of the shady truth,
To the infirmity of the day of JOY....
She is the Mother of all that is,
and I her child.
She is the gatekeeper between all that was
and all that shall be,
within the mystery of the known and unknown,
and the time between everything and nothing.
She is the cauldron of power,
the inspiration offered to seekers of light.
In Her breast is the key to the hidden secrets
and I have returned to Her domain.
In her temple She waited for me as I drifted through time,
she waited,
in the certainty that I would remember
and in Her temple She awakened my soul.
In Her embrace I relived Her ancient secrets
and recalled the mysteries of creation
in primal instincts of mother and child.
She is the creator of all and I am Her child.
Yet I had forgotten my mother,
lost in the maze of life I searched for the light, the truth
and she found me.
She knew my name before I was born,
and when I called Her name,
She came to me.
I am born of the Goddess,
and the Goddess is within me.
A list of rules upon your retirement
because I have my interests and activities;
no, we are not getting rid of my car,
I cherish my freedom to move.
I suggest you find your own pastimes,
you'd look pretty silly in red hat.
Oh, by the way, don't follow me shopping
in baseball cap, jeans and white socks.
Grocery planning is my domain
so don't hold forth on where to shop.
I'm out to bunco and Friends of the Library,
meetings held in the evening.
I knit with companions, again early evening,
don't call the shop to see if I'm there.
Remember we said that we'd travel?
There you go! Get to the travel agency.
Paris, Rome, London, I'm up for those.
I want to eat out whenever I wish,
no more big meals on weekends.
You get the picture? I'm retired, too!
When does the plane leave? I'm ready!
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