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Life

Old woman in the corner
Bent and weary worn
Regales her family with days of yore.

When it was all good and
Wrinkles were like hens teeth
And false teeth were on the down low.

Life goes a mile a minute
When your filled with the vigour of youth
A rolling stone gathers no moss

Free as a bird and 
fresh as the summers rain
Your love is deeper than the deepest ocean

But it's nose to the grind stone
There is no icing on the cake
Too many cooks spoil the broth 

Intrepid (Cliché Workshop poem)

intrepid

damn you charlie brown,
tiny tim and sam hall,

It's all (finger lickin') good
and it ain't nothing but a chicken wing

when you're hot to trot
and too many cooks (doth) spoil the broth

keep it on the downlow you say,
silence is golden

but I'm free as a bird
when love is blind

a necessary evil
the lesser of two (evils)

the icing on the cake
the acid test when love is blind

and scarce as hen's teeth
free as a bird

Acid Test (Re-write)

I listen to your words
and laugh at your lack of originality
You call yourself an artist
I call you a fake

You think your rhymes
Are elementary
Mean something in this universe
They have superiority.

But I can surely tell you now
I mock your every word
You make me laugh when you
Spill out your quotes.

You pretend that you don't want fame
You want anonymity
You want to live your life at full throttle
Then you pretend you're laid back

inbetween two worlds

"I hear she was sentenced
to life."
said one angel to another

the wind pressed on the meadow green
daisies roared like young waterfalls
willows danced in the sun like naked trees

only a cry was heard
this side of heaven.

REGIONAL BLOCK - ECOWAS

Our family ties, by custom, complex
Some in simple units of man and spouse
Ours, with three wives and fifteen children
A step sister slapped by a half brother
In brawl from play by younger ones
Entire household engulfed in militancy
A sketchy spectacle for the passers by

The Passion of Alize~(pronounced:al-iz-AY)

My friend is hurting bad
way down deep inside,
makes me want to run away!

It's difficult
his grief to hide;
How the passion "stirs", from Alize~.

Never met this woman,
but what's true is true
this passion I feel, is real!

Sad is this day,
and every day that's "blue"!
This passion of Alize~, I feel.

Remember all these days,
when they come along,
it's when someone good goes away;

HAYFIELD NOON

A midday break from hauling hay
in summer heat that's here to stay
on this longest day of a hot year.
I wish a cloud would come this way.

An overheated crow flies by
through this oven of a sky.
He emits one desultory caw
which sounds barely worth the try.

In midst of field, a whirlwind blows.
The straw filled whirling dervish grows
lifting loose grass out of sight.
Another one of lunch-time's shows.

glycerine's glue

glycerine’s glue

Life’s lottery ticket beneath
a clock that ticks five to four
close to the coffee cup stained
eyes are getting so very tired
words need to be explained

Should we drop typing keys
writing only natural ways
not sure I understand anymore
what’s to be said of my direction
fetid scripts run for the door

Lost My Horizon!

Lost My Horizon!

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