Let's go creative

She said she said she is not saying what she said
Well I said I said I'll say what I would have said
They say they said we both have to say what we said
What we said we said we all need to say we said as said
You said I said we need not to say what we didn't want to say?
You also said she said she said what we say should really be what we will always want to say
Thus this is what I want to say which I'll say I say whenever you ask me to say
Always say what you want to say whenever right to say what you want to say
And always say you will say what you have said again whenever asked to say what you have said
Say what you said as said and they/we will one day say what you'll always say is the right say as said.

©Jodekss 2018

Like whirlwinds they wailed, with weight on their loin, they moaned softly,
They sighed as they wiped the sweat mixed with blood off their foreheads, shaking heads in empty sense of direction;
The plaintive voices of the masses heard from distant land, whose bellies are filled with rueful melodies piled into a song which they mumbled in somber note.

As hopes were ambushed, torn into shreds, by the vultures,
Men broken, women tethered, by the Persia's tyrant,
Determined famine maned the solitary coast,
The peasants' sweat smelled in puddles of blood,
A deluge of black blood rumbled in their heated veins,
Agony stationed on their foreheads,
Fury and storms all pocketed by nightmares as it tolls all around.

How will the jackals feel the grunts, fragrant miseries in the land, and cries in the market place when predating is the means of survival, to them? Vultures munch on the carcasses as they raid for more except they are pressed to the ground by fretfully disgruntled million of minions with blood of rebels too truculent to sit and watch emaciated babies grow too to the onerous subversion by robbers in office.


© Olaitan

For ages
my weary eyes have watched Sages mount stages
lit up dull faces
freed others from mind cages
and touched lives in different places
with lines from their pondering pages;
But who'll teach me poetry?

Their powerful punchy puns are so full of actions
Giving me an unequal and attracting reaction unlike Newton's laws,
it gives new things to ponder upon till I begin to wonder
Who'll will teach me this poetry.

How they do it I do not know
They'll tell you how trees waved and danced at a passing wind
Which made the cloud sad and heavy
That it began to weep upon a broken land.

In utmost perplexity, my ability to replay how they play with words
Is a reality of complexity in simplicity.
"A good bard is one who hates to love what is bad".
How well they take pleasure in the pain of a person
Who has no one to teach him poetry.

Day after day, I hear of mystical mysteries
Of how their pens bled to the death of a man who bled to death
In the hands of death who came to earth in form of another man.
They fought back, spilling the blood of their pens for spilled blood.
It was war for war as they punctured silence with the nib.

They say poetry is life
A part of nature, a path to happiness.
That's why their rhymes flow like the Rivers
Soar high like the eagle and roar like the Lion.
They'll spice up words with aroma ascending like sweet smelling savor
That's why I can't wait
for who'll teach me poetry.

They say it's art
An act of painting pictures with words
Which soothens the heart like an alluring Collogue with delightful impact;
But it'll be an act of injustice
If there's no one to teach me this poetry.

© Jerome Okeme

Shinin' Lion showin' as interior décor - for guise and herbs'd wait
The same Caliban's should cooperate lest we would be joined separate
But as the god of my own domains be to be ruled
All the canines seen and the glittering claws can't be fooled
They cut vices and grimly guise via lightworking for'll come the Cross
Besides beside'd be Beryl bringin' forth goodnesses in cubs multiplyin' plus three times us.

©Jodekss 2018

Many of 'em young, dreamt of house of gold
For so our fathers and mothers did then:
They hoped long and tried long till old
Their dreams not achieved as they dwell in den
They pine unfulfilled on fallen cold and dry trees apart
They regret as they are singing they'd tried their part
Now we are their beauties, young and agile
Full of dreams of golden cities taking mile
Full of hope and guts with our girls beside
Would we ables get this as we begin to sit to stride?
We are furious, curious and confused so much
We want our offsprings see us achieved when on crutch
We want all our own dreams come to pass if possible
May God help us all as we departing class; it's plausible.
©Jodekss 2018

Love is a scam,
And it's victims are fools
They know they have no mind of their own but still prefer to have this mess.
Love estranges blood and bone,
Render talkatives mute, and the restless calm

Romance is no different,
it is a thug
It sucks out good thought from geniuses,
Strong enough to tie your tongue and break the wall you spent eternity to build.
With one touch, it tickles the soul.
What a thug. A beautiful thug for the scammed.

Life? You're just a lie.
Why do you demand that live with this?
With what you've caused?
Live with the pain, hardship, regrets, depression, and the mistakes you've blessed us with.
Truth be told, life is the greatest scam.
And love is the blindfold.

©Pelumi

This is my heart n' my merry mood
Just sweet for me like my pizza food
Great at heart and so light in might
My bright Deborah with shining sight.

Jodekss 😘