There is more at OPEN MIC ENCORE I
Or even more at OPEN MIC ENCORE III
In an art class
there are markers
you use them for coloring
there are black ones
or green ones
but not white ones
markers are wonderful
On a day I found no breeze
I swear I found some moldy cheese
Its stench rose faintly in the air
But then all I could do was stare
A mouse all clean and white and pink
Ate the cheese and got rid of the stink
I could not help to be but,sad
But then I turned so very mad
That Mouse!That mouse!He ate my cheese
I grabbed him then I started to squeeze
I heard one last painful squeal
You mouse!You mouse!You ate my meal
The sound of death I'll never forget it
You heard It from me because I said it
A meal was stolen,a mouse was squeezed
And all because of some moldy cheese
Beautiful Mind Beautiful Smile
Beautiful Soul Beautiful Style
I Must Have Been Crazy
To Believe A Boy Could Complete Me
He's Not My Other Half I'm Already A Whole
I'm In LOve With My Beautiful Soul
No More Tears For A Love Lost
That I Would Have Made Work At Any Cost
I Wasted My Time Thinking He Was Me
He Was All I Needed All I Could See
I Had That Quick Breakdown
But i Promise I Didn't Keep That Frown
I Stuck With My Beautiful Smile
It's Matches My Style
I Guess This Experience Helped Me Find
That I'm Content With My Beautiful Mind
I Learned From This, That's What I See
I Am Very Happy To Love Beautiful Me
the myriad of my elusive self.each piece as reflective as the other.
i render.i reform.i emulate a whole.
OUT OF ME
Sometimes they fall out
pour onto the blank white
tumble out of my brain
Not always in order
some are smooth
they wouldn't be me
They invade my thoughts
they are my thoughts
these words coming out of me
Happiness has no weight
and it has no measure.
It can’t be bought,
and it can’t be loaned;
it can’t be borrowed,
it doesn’t resist calculus,
because it’s not material,
by the material standards of our world.
It can be only legitimate.
False happiness is not real happiness,
it’s only illusion.
If I knew how to make calculations
for measuring feelings,
I would say that happiness could have size.
It could be great, small,
fitting in the palm of my hand,
or being as large as the world.
Happiness is wisdom, hope,
wanting to go,
wanting to stay,
present, past, future.
Happiness is confidence:
faith and belief, work and action.
We can’t be hasty about being happy,
because happiness comes slowly,
as one who cares for nothing.
To be happy doesn’t depend on money,
it doesn’t depend on health, nor power.
Happiness isn’t ostentation, nor luxury.
Happiness is the unfastening.
It isn’t ambition.
We’re happy only when we know how to care,
and how to lose,
to suffer and to pardon.
Happiness is only possible,
when we know, over all, how to love,
when we know how to live a loving life.
If I say "Haiku"
I am not sick and sneezing
It is poetry
Once I met an Osemwengie.
It was in Nigeria or some other beknighted place.
The Osemwengie I met claimed to be a poet.
What a moron! What a poltroon!
He sent out emails hither and yon
To Sucker Americans into 'supporting' his work.
He could barely spell. His "poems" were few
and we ought to be grateful just for that.
He kept his poems under his hat
Wrestle him down to the mat
Hope not to get fat.
Oh, that Osemwengie! The poems he posted
Need to be toasted. of them I won't boast
He should leave for the coast or give up the ghost.
He needs to get a life
a new idea and lose the cliches with which his
work is replete.
....................."BLACK CHUCKS".........................aka low topp shoes.............
wow my black chucks have bin trough good times bad times and great rymes,
your the only one who can under stand me wow!!!your crazy
your actions are way behond me,seeing you was by
mistake buying you was by choice and wearing
you was by F.A.T.E,when i run away my bl
ack chucks are my get away,they might
have holes in them or ripped up lac
es but in the past they have alw
ays helped me rember unfamiular
faces,wow!!!my BLACK CHUCKS!
Tears flowing from a
Thousands eyes like a facet of
Running water Homes lost
Children suffering men women
Dying four years of tying pain
My tryst with love.......
- by odyssey
I owe to thee for her fraternity,
I owe to a pal for her maternity,
She gave me birth, she gave me life,
She brought me up from a cluster of knives.
She’s the one who makes my life jolly,
She’s the sole between -`karma, confessions & holy…………….. And ‘tis the reason why I owe her my life…….
I know I’m beggin for the impossible thing,
They call me a loser yet a king,
Who lost everything but has enlightened his soul,.
Only to remain adamant for his goal.
They call me insane,
They recognize me as same,
Not knowing that for god,
Criticizing a lover is a shame..
Life begins …….& an inch closer death arrives,
In the journey of life a lover has to strive.
An era ends, legends die,
But a divinity of a lover’ll remain undie.
For someone whose life too began….
In the midst hour of Christmas,
He undeniably has kept up his promise with Jesus..
No wonder his heart still remain torn,
Every Christmas a incarnation’ll be born.
“ A Ballad of love from a bleeding heart”
is what makes his love immortal from the start.
Heavens door for him,
Remain split wide open,
But he’ll rather accept a `Love in hell than…………. a Life in heaven!`.
try to dye your humble pies
till the morning glory cries
left high and dry
by the night and day pass'd by
never to return again
sometimes in dream, to falls of rain
try to paint your honey crust
till was gain'd the rose's trust
lest breaks the ice, fragile and dry
lest gone before the last goodbye
even in dreams, unable to meet thereby
So Many Tears from Thanking You
Mariam D. Mababaya
Before this year shall bid farewell,
I'd like to thank you – one more time –
To let you know I love you so,
O' dearest Mother mine;
Your love, o' Mother dear, is worth
A swim across the river Nile,
And a climb to Mount Everest –
Before your very eyes.
My hugging you – can't be compared
With what you did when I was young;
You nourished me, and nurtured me,
And taught with your Wisdom –
Your scolding me, and warnings, were
But signs of Love which I've learnt from;
O' Mother dear, I thank you so –
For all that you have done.
I thank you for the days and nights –
You've spent with me when I was weak,
For the shelter you've blest me with,
Which many hearts still seek.
And thank you – for all the loving
Words you said when my hours were bleak,
And for your efforts in ridding
Me – of my woes and Grief.
O' Mother dear, I thank you too
For being a great friend of mine;
For helping me guide my once lost
Soul – towards God Divine.
Your love, o' Mother dear, is worth
Diving more than a thousand times –
In my sea of tears, from thanking
You, o' dearest Mother mine.
A LONG WAY HOME
I MUST GO
I MUST WALK
I MUST LOOK FOR A WAY HOME
BECAUSE I'M FAR AWAY FROM MY PLACE
NIGHT IT'S GONNA FALL AND I'M AFRAID
I MUST RUN I MUST SEEK A WAY HOME
CUZ I'M MILES AWAY FROM MY BELOVED PLACE
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET BACK
WHAT CAN I DO NOW
THE MOON THE LOVELY MOON IS FALLING AND THE STARS ARE SHINNING AND
I'M SO LOST IN THIS DARKNESS
I CANT SEARCH FOR ANY KIND OF SIGN TO GET ME BACK HOME
HE MUST BE,WAITING FOR ME , HE MUST BE WORRYN FOR ME
HE MUST BE LOOKING FOR ME
HE MUST BE CALLING ME
AND I'M HERE ALL ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO GET ME HOME
TO COME AND FIND ME HERE IN THIS DARKNESS WHERE I'M LOST
A LONG WAY HOME
I HAVE TO WALK A LONG WAY HOME
I HAVE TO SEEK A LONG WAY HOME
MY PLACE ITS MILES APART
SO IS A LONG WAY HOME.
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