Submissions by sektioN8ty (King Sammy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words From the Heart
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 8:43pm
1st Apr 2017 8:43pm
Two Dates (pt1)
Playing frets
Okay, less I forget
I had two dates yesterday
One at the alter and the other at a bay
Oh, how glorious it is when you speak from the pulpit
Pews of assembly with resounding lift
The vile you spoke of is the very one that seduced you
You go in circles to meet same old flaws hull a hoops
I left the church at noon with a nice dish of provocative thoughts
Oh Gosh, but how much more of my guts?
I took a trip to the Northern city zone
And there, this angel was waiting for a clone
I'd scarcely looked in her...
Okay, less I forget
I had two dates yesterday
One at the alter and the other at a bay
Oh, how glorious it is when you speak from the pulpit
Pews of assembly with resounding lift
The vile you spoke of is the very one that seduced you
You go in circles to meet same old flaws hull a hoops
I left the church at noon with a nice dish of provocative thoughts
Oh Gosh, but how much more of my guts?
I took a trip to the Northern city zone
And there, this angel was waiting for a clone
I'd scarcely looked in her...
767 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2016 2:24pm
9th May 2016 2:24pm
Stress Kept Me Away
Stress is right here with me
laying on my couch with a Jar of wine and a 1759 tossing tumbler
I asked her Or is it a him?
err mm, to the point- "don't you ever miss me?"
I tried playing a nice boss by picking up some nails and pulling out planks off the erected sketch
I got a spank of my life instead
I swĉr Jesus would explain the heat of 6 inches nails better.
Blood came gushing
Out in the blush of pains
How do you tell blood to hush?
Ignorance is Bliss!
Today I lĉrnt that the liquid squeezed out of Cassava leaves stops a...
laying on my couch with a Jar of wine and a 1759 tossing tumbler
I asked her Or is it a him?
err mm, to the point- "don't you ever miss me?"
I tried playing a nice boss by picking up some nails and pulling out planks off the erected sketch
I got a spank of my life instead
I swĉr Jesus would explain the heat of 6 inches nails better.
Blood came gushing
Out in the blush of pains
How do you tell blood to hush?
Ignorance is Bliss!
Today I lĉrnt that the liquid squeezed out of Cassava leaves stops a...
813 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2015 12:44pm
14th Jul 2015 12:44pm
Faceless
Faceless Terrorists
These days
I draw optimistic last oxygens,
My heart adrift the fears of onslaughts,
I grieve the massacre
I breath a relieve of pain
My tears with the blood of the slain forms a pool of lamentation,
I drag my feet in it as a travel path to solace,
They are now with us,
They are right in our midst,
They are disguised in our faces,
They behave like us,
How can we fish them; the hook and bait was never meant for invisible targets..
Gone are the days of Freetown wars
Healed are the hearts...
These days
I draw optimistic last oxygens,
My heart adrift the fears of onslaughts,
I grieve the massacre
I breath a relieve of pain
My tears with the blood of the slain forms a pool of lamentation,
I drag my feet in it as a travel path to solace,
They are now with us,
They are right in our midst,
They are disguised in our faces,
They behave like us,
How can we fish them; the hook and bait was never meant for invisible targets..
Gone are the days of Freetown wars
Healed are the hearts...
970 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2015 7:41pm
11th Jul 2015 7:41pm
Battle at Night by Dusk Knights
I'm terrified by what you see,
I'm seared by what you feel,
You might ask back,
"So, what's on the sea?
What's got it filled?"
And I'll poke back,
You see ships kissing,
Two snakes with multiple tails hissing,
"Emmmm, your mind is dark"
Oh yes! what do you expect when your emotions keep failing?
And two giant vipers or more fighting?
Owwwwsh, amidts the sea, the wave has gone stack.
To give you a laugh, I'll say;
two sailors aroused by two gay ships,
Sea vipers dancing to the tunes of the...
I'm seared by what you feel,
You might ask back,
"So, what's on the sea?
What's got it filled?"
And I'll poke back,
You see ships kissing,
Two snakes with multiple tails hissing,
"Emmmm, your mind is dark"
Oh yes! what do you expect when your emotions keep failing?
And two giant vipers or more fighting?
Owwwwsh, amidts the sea, the wave has gone stack.
To give you a laugh, I'll say;
two sailors aroused by two gay ships,
Sea vipers dancing to the tunes of the...
820 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Jul 2015 2:50pm
5th Jul 2015 2:50pm
Shrewd pt 2
What do you haveż "A Staff!" He replied Instead of telling the story of the snake, I got overwhelmed by this trekking issue in the era of change in Nigeria... Huh, do dogs ever fly? Emmmm, if fur could be turned into wings they probably would. I wouldn't want to mix-up events and confuse the message.
Day three was more of a dilemma, "she picked interest in me, didn't she?" She was far off at ease with her job; selling her beauty to some suits owners with my attention all on that. My dim eyes kept falling in trouble with lustful stares- she had caught me looking...
Day three was more of a dilemma, "she picked interest in me, didn't she?" She was far off at ease with her job; selling her beauty to some suits owners with my attention all on that. My dim eyes kept falling in trouble with lustful stares- she had caught me looking...
794 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jul 2015 9:53pm
4th Jul 2015 9:53pm
ThugLife
The Piston and the Mortar, the weaken Bond and the Elevation. I'd taken sips of these egos too up to the point of stupor, and overnight I met one of such behavior that turned stale- prior to morning, a stripper. I wondered where the garment of pride flew to. Mmmm, you can take a kite and fly to the abyss! Yes, sometimes I get disgusts and facilitate such a mean reaction. I'd seen no relation between the Peak o're the 'mid-guys" to the bottom; they might be relative to one another. I know I'm wrong to a wholesome and left to the 'few some' but I'd rather be what I feel than to remain on the...
742 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Jul 2015 9:25pm
4th Jul 2015 9:25pm
Shrewd pt 1
She looked at me in the eyes in amazement, her eyes spoke so loud; I'd heard her say "but you look so young" my facial looks responded, "I know, I'm just lucky these days, I been flocking with old folks" she heard me well, we understood each other without the heads around hearing our conversation. She'd mistake the 's' for 'z' in my gmail to hear my voice, with a smile, I drove her lust in my cute look, reflected my brightness through my well arranged beautiful white teeth- she should never have checked out my smile and teeth. I was beginning to rekindle my villain mind,...
782 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2015 8:55pm
2nd Jul 2015 8:55pm
Mess
Flipping through the mess, quenched fires of a stricken match stick blown away in the smoke- countless flaws but one of a knave.
I'm her subject lying prostrate before her throne of pleasure, I'm a captive lured with deceptive winks, I'd smile like a knight- like I've got territories conquered.
I never get enough, I keep licking my fingers, the aroma was ignited in my nostrils, the appetite in my soul, my thirst died the moment I had the first sip.
I heard negative paintings about her, but all I saw in her was a positive spark.
For how long will I...
I'm her subject lying prostrate before her throne of pleasure, I'm a captive lured with deceptive winks, I'd smile like a knight- like I've got territories conquered.
I never get enough, I keep licking my fingers, the aroma was ignited in my nostrils, the appetite in my soul, my thirst died the moment I had the first sip.
I heard negative paintings about her, but all I saw in her was a positive spark.
For how long will I...
849 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2015 3:35pm
2nd Jul 2015 3:35pm
365 days and the Return
Worn-out hope dying a slow death,
Morning dews buried at the rise of summer,
A heart filled with pews of sympathizers,
Why should a new born be tossed to the tides of lifeż
I left immature provocative thoughts to sway around the shadows of death
Pull the villans finger on the trigger- such brutality is better off than a slow torture to death
I was growing down- days beneath the Deep
I was sprouting up- weeks above Underground
But I failed my new found sweet heart- Poetry,
The height and depth I went for her were sliced through...
Morning dews buried at the rise of summer,
A heart filled with pews of sympathizers,
Why should a new born be tossed to the tides of lifeż
I left immature provocative thoughts to sway around the shadows of death
Pull the villans finger on the trigger- such brutality is better off than a slow torture to death
I was growing down- days beneath the Deep
I was sprouting up- weeks above Underground
But I failed my new found sweet heart- Poetry,
The height and depth I went for her were sliced through...
792 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 12:00pm
17th Jan 2015 12:00pm
January 17th
What an awesome date, that I stand a thralldom to it- in revrence to God for the creation of an Angel like You.
Was it the first day of the week?
I can tell only if I date back through the calendar,
But what is the essence if you are so angelic in creation with perfect features?
None,
Keep Calm people!!!
It's seventeenth January,
It's "Amor de mi vida's" birthday.
Was it the first day of the week?
I can tell only if I date back through the calendar,
But what is the essence if you are so angelic in creation with perfect features?
None,
Keep Calm people!!!
It's seventeenth January,
It's "Amor de mi vida's" birthday.
852 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2015 10:12am
13th Jan 2015 10:12am
The Opportuned Avenger
Invisible,
a hood of vengeance,
a double-edged swore like arm,
an iris of rage- a shade of the knight,
the robe of the avengers,
steps of valor as I match like a troop,
Invisible to man,
obscure to the spirits of death,
I'll ride through my spilled blood- an impetus to
strike with no second thought
your lordship served my rights; right at the
nose of your urge,
I'll sate the crave- tongue seared by my fury,
my revenge- an asylum for my troubled soul.
I erred by backing
you up,
your back stab...
a hood of vengeance,
a double-edged swore like arm,
an iris of rage- a shade of the knight,
the robe of the avengers,
steps of valor as I match like a troop,
Invisible to man,
obscure to the spirits of death,
I'll ride through my spilled blood- an impetus to
strike with no second thought
your lordship served my rights; right at the
nose of your urge,
I'll sate the crave- tongue seared by my fury,
my revenge- an asylum for my troubled soul.
I erred by backing
you up,
your back stab...
767 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2015 4:12pm
11th Jan 2015 4:12pm
Unfinished Tales (Mid Lib Pt 3)
I should've known this book was not complete
There is nothing tragic as leaving tales
unfinished
The truth is, no shelve has this book
I'm sorry for arousing myself on suspence
At least I'm in the air suspended by the little I
learned
There is nothing tragic as leaving tales
unfinished
The truth is, no shelve has this book
I'm sorry for arousing myself on suspence
At least I'm in the air suspended by the little I
learned
829 reads
10 Comments
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