Submissions by Joshuaberry (Lions_den7)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction What would i say?. Go through my works: They speak better of me. +2349095112322.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2018 8:54am
26th Jul 2018 8:54am
Quaint Inanity
Quaint Inanity.
Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians employed in declaring their manifesto. They're quite rapscallions.
Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm
Of rascality.
And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music.
And they're swayed into cotillion till their Fela* commute to dirge.
18:07:23:18:52
Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians employed in declaring their manifesto. They're quite rapscallions.
Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm
Of rascality.
And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music.
And they're swayed into cotillion till their Fela* commute to dirge.
18:07:23:18:52
#corruption
#oppression
#power #politics
#power #politics
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2018 6:59am
12th Jul 2018 6:59am
Poethrill
Poethrill
What shall I liken poetry to?
Perhaps, juveniles' imbroglio?
Nah, Poetry is a man,
Hailing from a renonwed clan.
His regalia is the message,
Which the muse whispers to the sage.
His footwear is rhyme,
Mending, pruning time.
The cap resting on his head,
Like the crown on cackoo's head,
Is the kleptomaniac meter:
Feet, and Iambic pentameter.
Dressing him in such distinct taste:
Surpassing his jealous mate.
And you poets who adorn him only with regalia,
Consider how he look...
What shall I liken poetry to?
Perhaps, juveniles' imbroglio?
Nah, Poetry is a man,
Hailing from a renonwed clan.
His regalia is the message,
Which the muse whispers to the sage.
His footwear is rhyme,
Mending, pruning time.
The cap resting on his head,
Like the crown on cackoo's head,
Is the kleptomaniac meter:
Feet, and Iambic pentameter.
Dressing him in such distinct taste:
Surpassing his jealous mate.
And you poets who adorn him only with regalia,
Consider how he look...
#uplifting
56 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2018 8:10am
5th Jul 2018 8:10am
Lecture Razz
Lecture Razz
In our own school,
We're so rude.
We've got no dime to pay them.
Well, many pluck the rough hem.
Their interest not bound
By their profession.
Rather, they are bound,
By their decisions.
Oceans of dilapidated lies,
That have them to their fatuousness tied.
Their wits betrothed to cumshaw,
Trading their dignity for junks.
Sell your body or no mark.
Give me a peck or turn back.
*And they want their own scholars ,
Fit in like Arizona's *
"It's...
In our own school,
We're so rude.
We've got no dime to pay them.
Well, many pluck the rough hem.
Their interest not bound
By their profession.
Rather, they are bound,
By their decisions.
Oceans of dilapidated lies,
That have them to their fatuousness tied.
Their wits betrothed to cumshaw,
Trading their dignity for junks.
Sell your body or no mark.
Give me a peck or turn back.
*And they want their own scholars ,
Fit in like Arizona's *
"It's...
#school
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2018 7:55pm
12th Jun 2018 7:55pm
Man's Instinct
Monday is in the heart,
And Tuesday on the nerves.
It's neither in the day,
Not in the blossom hay.
But it lays in our brain:
Our knowledge that is trained,
To see it as it's called,
And see it not as flawed.
Man believes what he will:
All dwell in his instinct.
18:06:12:16:00
And Tuesday on the nerves.
It's neither in the day,
Not in the blossom hay.
But it lays in our brain:
Our knowledge that is trained,
To see it as it's called,
And see it not as flawed.
Man believes what he will:
All dwell in his instinct.
18:06:12:16:00
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
60 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2018 8:32pm
8th Jun 2018 8:32pm
Stuffed Virtue
The Path is not too occupied,
That all would struggle and yet fight.
Let all pick himself his own path,
By that will we get all things right.
18:08:07:20:27
That all would struggle and yet fight.
Let all pick himself his own path,
By that will we get all things right.
18:08:07:20:27
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#MovingOn
#meditation
66 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2018 00:08am
8th Jun 2018 00:08am
Me, Myself And I
The Berry has grown now through seasons from Birth,
And one day'll be eaten by rapture or death.
18:06:07:07:56
And one day'll be eaten by rapture or death.
18:06:07:07:56
#birthday
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2018 1:43pm
6th Apr 2018 1:43pm
Cezanne? Or what you say?
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What the picture says,
My pen's turn to say.
- - -
How would I proceed to the war,
have many breath fall,
to return to see my graceful lover,
drenched in emotions: in another man's covered?
I'll SMASH his and her head,
NONE should come to me to beg.
'Cezanne? or what you say? ':
"Dearest cat go away! "
- - - - -
18: 04: 06: 13: 15
Poet's Note:
A man who goes to war returned to find his wife on bed with another man.
©
What the picture says,
My pen's turn to say.
- - -
How would I proceed to the war,
have many breath fall,
to return to see my graceful lover,
drenched in emotions: in another man's covered?
I'll SMASH his and her head,
NONE should come to me to beg.
'Cezanne? or what you say? ':
"Dearest cat go away! "
- - - - -
18: 04: 06: 13: 15
Poet's Note:
A man who goes to war returned to find his wife on bed with another man.
©
#sadness
#anger
#conflict #betrayal
#conflict #betrayal
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2018 10:41am
26th Mar 2018 10:41am
Life Of A Poet
Steal the heart of a poet, you're stealing his life.
Steal the Property of a poet, you'll make him starve.
Steal the pen of a poet, He won't survive.
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Steal the Property of a poet, you'll make him starve.
Steal the pen of a poet, He won't survive.
18: 03: 12: 07: 28
#humankind
119 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2018 10:33am
12th Mar 2018 10:33am
Learn To Learn
Bill your ears always to listen
To talks and ideas. Fasten
Your heart to passion
of indisguise vision.
Create master
Heart.
Learn
to learn
Not often to
Earn. W'ever you sow
Doesn't sprout by heart's zeal.
So does learning did heart till.
When the seed drops on the
Land. The innate fluid fill
The hollow brawl hole
Till it's closed.
To learn,
Learn!
17: 12: 09: 17: 14
To talks and ideas. Fasten
Your heart to passion
of indisguise vision.
Create master
Heart.
Learn
to learn
Not often to
Earn. W'ever you sow
Doesn't sprout by heart's zeal.
So does learning did heart till.
When the seed drops on the
Land. The innate fluid fill
The hollow brawl hole
Till it's closed.
To learn,
Learn!
17: 12: 09: 17: 14
#inspirational
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2018 9:59pm
28th Feb 2018 9:59pm
What You Were
You were a teacher,
But because you don't know your essence of being a teacher,
You're now a DJ Mixer.
You were a Proffesor,
But because you don't know your essence of being a professor,
You're now a sailor.
You were a chef,
But because you don't know your essence of being a chef,
You're now a clerk.
You were a Christian,
But because you don't know your essence of being a Chrisian,
You're now an Agnostic.
And later you'll become an Atheist,
Then a Taoist,
Then A Budhist,
Then A Judaist ...
But because you don't know your essence of being a teacher,
You're now a DJ Mixer.
You were a Proffesor,
But because you don't know your essence of being a professor,
You're now a sailor.
You were a chef,
But because you don't know your essence of being a chef,
You're now a clerk.
You were a Christian,
But because you don't know your essence of being a Chrisian,
You're now an Agnostic.
And later you'll become an Atheist,
Then a Taoist,
Then A Budhist,
Then A Judaist ...
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1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2018 10:26pm
26th Feb 2018 10:26pm
Vi un ángel
When I was eating my meal(not yours),
And the glottis taking it in (not forced).
I felt a rumble around me,
Which took my eyes off my meal.
Twas a portrait i did see,
Clear and crystaled like the sea:
A man girded in a flowing white gown,
Crowned with brightness,in beauty drown.
His face round like the ball of nature,
Sculped within it are fiery eyeballs in distinct structures.
His hair coiled like adders in their hood,
Fresh like the dawn,ointment on it loosed.
Huuh! He's not taller than my father-
Not fatter,medium nor...
And the glottis taking it in (not forced).
I felt a rumble around me,
Which took my eyes off my meal.
Twas a portrait i did see,
Clear and crystaled like the sea:
A man girded in a flowing white gown,
Crowned with brightness,in beauty drown.
His face round like the ball of nature,
Sculped within it are fiery eyeballs in distinct structures.
His hair coiled like adders in their hood,
Fresh like the dawn,ointment on it loosed.
Huuh! He's not taller than my father-
Not fatter,medium nor...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2018 3:27pm
23rd Feb 2018 3:27pm
A Gold Amidst All
Winter's quality can by no means merge with my love,
Elating the stigmas,freshing the trees but stay not long.
Graced with illumination,concordance with the sun,
In-turn in fury,scorching it,the sun made it mourn.
Venus and Erato,dearly a pair,
Drenched in beauty,chastising the apples,made heart fear.
Nature would not agree to bear them thither,
Hence,their beauty merely in fallacy shelter.
Thriving through ages is her fiend,
Tuned like a dirge,partly to her as friend.
Age, though enticing a-dazed with wits,
Tarry so long that...
Elating the stigmas,freshing the trees but stay not long.
Graced with illumination,concordance with the sun,
In-turn in fury,scorching it,the sun made it mourn.
Venus and Erato,dearly a pair,
Drenched in beauty,chastising the apples,made heart fear.
Nature would not agree to bear them thither,
Hence,their beauty merely in fallacy shelter.
Thriving through ages is her fiend,
Tuned like a dirge,partly to her as friend.
Age, though enticing a-dazed with wits,
Tarry so long that...
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2 Comments
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