Daily Archives: October 23, 2014

LIES AIN’T SEXY

Standard

Hi, I am excited to be here, let me introduce someone
Her name is Miss Pinochia Liesaetan
One of the many children of a well know man
You know, the one you pretend to detest; the old wretch
Anyway, she is happy standing here before people who love to carry her in their mouths
Most of you probably met her for the first time as children
Others did as adults; I won’t call you blind or remind you of how much fun you missed
So, allow me to pop your minds, open your eyes
Reminisce of how you called her names attached to where black and white lies
Yes, those extremely popular bits in places that beats within your hearts
Thumping your chests before making you dress and marinate her with words
Making her look beautiful, sexy, striding with Devil’s Red Prada on fast track from your head
Down to your mouth on the runway of your tongue to its tip
Oh Damn! She is sexy!
Your ears cannot resist her
Your tongues tastes, licking off the sweetness she has
Laced with bitter-sweet batter from her father’s bakery ogled in treachery
Your mothers and sisters have tasted her severally
They kept her, safely tucked away tied in the helms of their wrappers
In fact she has always been their best friend forever
Whenever they want your fathers to be the bread, they the winners
See, they make an unbeatable team
Your fathers have cheated on your mothers with her
They could not resist and still can’t look away from her sexiness
She leaves them breathless with the curves of her figure
She makes them go haywire
They take her everywhere, even to their lover’s houses
Using her against them
Pinochia is number one!
Your entire families use her successfully
Even you, use her against yourself absolutely

See her, bare-faced, not pretending to be anyone else but herself
She is bold, not afraid to frolic with anyone who cares to take her on a roller-coaster ride
She possesses success in magnitude, causing your souls to be tormented
She makes you love her more at every strike of the your grand-father’s ticking clock
Her concoction of mannerisms lies in a big fat belly of crawling lies
Hiding in the cloaks of false prophets’ tongues
Lying in the name of the highest God, Yaweh!
Who kicked her father out of Eden after lying to Eve with rehearsed hisses of lies
In fact, He hates her family with so much passion
He sent his beloved son to kick them out of your heads and tongues
Unfortunately, you can’t handle the truth that both of you broke up
That you are free from her shackles
So, you search to see like a peeping tom, to see if she still exists In your head
Of course, she still exists, when you just can’t take your eyes off what she fed
Your thoughts amplify her, in you, she is bloated
She creeps slowly into the shadow of your minds
Kissing them with the kiss of slow death, making you beg for more
Like she is making love to you, you grunting like pigs
Now, that’s dirty
You seized the opportunity to keep bluffing like a gambler
Screaming, “I want more!!!”
Same way your forefathers craved her in the past, sometimes black or white
Are you all branded racists?
Deliberately holding back facts, speaking carefully
Exaggerating your caresses on her body before you pout to kiss her
Kindly let me go, she doesn’t belong here
I know she is sweet and sexy
But can also be bitter and ugly
She will destroy you ‘cos evil reeks within her borders
I am no saint, but I know she is everywhere;
In the media, homes, schools, churches
In your bodies, your spirits and your souls
Crunching you, choking out every evidence of truthfulness
Making sure you are disoriented left confused
Run fast away from her! She is not a part of you
Not originally created to mingle with you
Let me remind you that her Dad is the ‘Father of lies’
You are a child of a truthful king, filled with truth and grace
So your Dad says to her Father
“Get thee behind me Saetan!”
Her father raced off, evacuating her from your minds.

Neofloetry

Advertisements

DEAF gOD(D)S

Standard

They
Gathered
Around to
Commune with
Their gods with leaking pots
Their tongues curled back and forth
Placating these gods with their dripping words

Their gods
Assembled
To commune with
Their worshipers
Draped in torn clothes
All words cascaded down their deaf ears

It was
An odd scene
Their cracked voices
Echoed to the walls around them
Their leaking pots emptied their dripping words

Neofloetry.

POLITICAL MENSTRUATION, NO TAMPONS

Standard

With our daily flow, flowing
Who cares? Ask these crazy parties demonstrating.
Political giggles, a time to mingle and dribble.
Sadly only our cash in reserve we hope to collect after a thumb print in their favor.

Political menstruation; no tampons

Sometimes you’ve gotta be reckless to wreck less
Their hard ass hole rock promulgate this assertion regardless
Of this without -field wickedness
About to be introduced into this fray of this foresighted blindness

Political menstruation; no tampons

This era digs deep into the earth of our hearts
Nothing flows from the veins of these times
Political astronauts floats in oblivion, their faces painted in red
Their actions, flushed fading lines, we certainly are overfed

Political menstruation; no tampons

Every past known thief wants to be a governor, senator, or even puppeteer commentator,
Their faces suited with smiles on their posters.
How strongly these impostor hope to be the true messiah!
Can they die, no, but only for their pockets.

Political menstruation; no tampons

Lords born lords; words burn swords drawn
2015 pictures red back grounds no crayon
What melodious blown fun can turn from a shot shut trombone and an agape tampon
Crazy disgraceful graze-full dance steps…DE-camp on

Political menstruation; no tampons

Echoes from shriveled bowels hide men in corners of uncertainty
Pot-bellied pockets entertain termites pinching with impunity
The fake score cards of these polithieves on bended knees aptly display insane idiocy
Our eyes televise the memories of L.I.E.S,  is this democracy?

Political menstruation; no tampons

Changing political parties like tampons
Does not make a black sheep a white sheep.
In the ship of corruption they sail and bag for their unborn
While we romance with poverty, our daily companion

Political menstruation; no tampons

Gone are those days when men sporadically express madness before a blind audience
Gone are the days of their copy and paste simplistic non-chalance
Gone are their crimson red lies that bled heavily on their monthly circle, faithless reality
Gone again, i say is their ejaculating dance exposing flacid phalus, unable to produce seed of productivity

Political menstruation; no tampons

Someone help Graciano tell these obese athletes who run
That porn is a mature fun and that ain’t pun
And before these weak callers of weak solar get their guns
I’d just bounce like my done and dusted dons

Political Menstruation; no Tampons.

Godson, Neofloetry and Graciano
(Late Nights and Early Mornings Writing Exercise: 8th Sept, 2014.)

I DODGED A BULLET

Standard

I dodged a bullet two weeks ago In that shopping mall
A bullet, caramel skinned; moisturized
That almost left a sister’s chest
Spurting red spots everywhere

I dodged this fine looking bullet
That went three sixty degrees
Around my waistline, I sang praises,
I almost rocked that Mic
Check check

I dodged a bullet…
Yes! I dodged a fine one
Six feet two inches; got me high
Fine, sweet smelling cologne, I took a whiff
Six packs front layered;
I scrolled through, page after page
In my fantasy
Oh my!

I dodged it sister; yes I dodged that bullet in hours
It challenged my hormones
They militated against my sense of reasoning
I gave a silent scream for help
Leaving my eyes coated in surprise
My hands, still, is this my prize, a bullet?

That bullet almost shot through me
Between Africa and Jamaica
It’s warmth sent me down that sofa
Attention! my twin babies saluted

That voice, those eyes
A combination of soul and jazz soothing the soul
Soft and inviting, tempting;
Sent shivers down my spine
They slung a leash around me
But I had to dodge that bullet
On the last five days before New Year’s Eve

THOUGHTS OF A POETESS
Neofloetry

RAY OF LIGHT

Standard

Ray of light
Yah, we need insight
Ray of light
We need not be in fright
Ray of light
The enemy must be in flight

The sun is stronger
The moon weaker
Turn the sky crimson
So they’ll be a reason
Let the brain wave its clear flag
So common sense won’t be a drag

Ray of light
Yah, we need insight
Ray of light
We need not be in fright
Ray of light
The enemy must be in flight

Neofloetry

DOUBLE WAHALA (A Short Drama)- Pt 1

Standard

Scene One

It is a warm sunset evening, Mr Donald, Okon’s master returns home to something unusual happening in his house.

OGA : Okon
OKON: Sah!!
OGA: (Frowns) Where is my wife?
OKON: Oka Maram haf comot
OGA: Did she say where?
OKON: No o Oka!
OGA: Okay. Get me my
dinner
OKON: Oka iyo o! Oka Maram say make i no gif you wak
OGA: (Mouth agape in surprise. A fly happens to flutter by. He does not see it) Whaaaaaaat!?
OKON: (Wide-eyed. Eyes dances unstably, following the fly’s movement) Oka. Close your mouth…
OGA: (Angry) Okon! Whaat!? Did i hear you correctly?
OKON: (Unruffled) Oka, why you dey vex? The hunger go wos o. I just say make you close your mouth (Mimicks)
OGA: You must be crazy (Pulls Okon by the ear)
OKON: (Yelps in pain) Oka you dey wos the mata o. Na Oka Maram face i dey look o! Aiiiii (Angrily) Oka. No draw my ear again o, na dere all the tins wey Oka Maram tell me dey o. I wan try say mek i rememba efrytin. (Pulls away sharply) infat no wak for you tode! I don join Oka Maram camp.
OGA: (Infuriated) You are fired! Get your things and get out of my house, this minute!
OKON: Wusai!? I no go comot for this house! I know say na Maram marry you, so na she get the house! Efrytin wey dey for the house na she buy am, plus all the motor dem and the place wey you dey work. (Jeers) Na Oka Maram get efryting for here! If you talk again, i go tell her say you and her sister dey scatter her bedroom when she no dey for house. Infat, she don hear all the tory sef…
OGA: (Takes heavy steps closer to Okon who moves away quickly)Okon has killed me…Okon! You have finished me!! (Slumps to the floor)
OKON: Oka! nefa die o. Maram nefa return to judge case for una two. (Bends over to examine him) Stupid man. Na you efen be the houseboy sef, nonsense! (Slaps Oga’s limp body and walks away into the kitchen)

To be continued…

UNTITLED

Standard

God reigns in my heart
He created me a perfect art
Free from intense drought
Can you see his battle axe
The one that cuts the enemy out
Can you feel his anger as i shout
I bet you just can’t

His words make me bright
All my burdens gone, i feel light
With heaven’s backing, i see a height
Growing within me, it’s not by might
I speak his words daily, not what’s in sight
On this jolly journey, all my sins alight

His perfect love in my heart do ignite
His perfect peace in me i feel no fright
His faithfulness i see my spirit contrite
His wisdom i have, all i do is right
Oh, how marvelous are you lord so just
I will sing your praise, always i must

THOUGHTS OF A POETESS
(c) Neofloetry, 2014.