Category Archives: freestyle

OCD (Clean Jane)

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OCD (Clean Jane)

OCD (Clean Jane)

This is how it started

This is how it all started

I am not startled

A-r-r-a-n-g-e

Rearrange

Arrange

R-e-a-r-r-a-n-g-e

I am here

I am there

I am walking forward

Backward

Forward

All this is in my head

This is ALL IN MY HEAD

This is how it started

All these must me p-e-r-f-e-c-t

Compulsory

I am not sorry

Kitchen; spotless

Clean

I have to check again. Please

Table mats; colors match!

Oh dear, I see a patch

Clean

Clean

CLEAN

I am walking forward

I have to walk backward

Door; shut

I am looking at my shoe rack

They need me back…

R-E-A-R-R-A-N-G-E

©Neofloetry

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ONCE UPON A BIG BROTHER

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ONCE UPON A BIG BROTHER
Once upon a time
A big brother was born
He grew so fast with time
To share his love for the dime
He called a friend or two
To start a reality show
They set it off for sure
Now it is time to blow

The news went around town
Many did come to drown
To join in this train of scenes
Shown on our TV screens
Twenty did join at last
To feed us some drama
It didn’t take too long
For pairing to go on

Love for sure did take root
In hearts of the housemates
It looked all cozy and fine
At least no one got the boot
First week and some did pass
Tasks and scores written on slates
Winners sure did trespass
On toes now there’s strife

A sea, see, it’s boisterous
Welling up to sink some ships
Big brother, this is disastrous
Please do bring this ship to shore
she’s sailed and won some cheers
through fighting some selfish wars
fifteen are home winning crowns
and five more still to go


Big brother is too grown
More fights and taunts to come
I'm sure the time's so right
For one to win this prize...


(c)Neofloetry


 

Two Seasons, one fight

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There is serious fighting going on outside my house. This isn’t a human fight, but two seasons fighting.

8:00am: This morning, the weather woke up with a slight frown, but the sun flashed its smile and humans are going about their business, not minding what may have ensued the previous night.

12:00pm: The sun may have encountered some scolding, for smiling too much, and taking sides with the dry season, so it went and hid behind some grey clouds for shelter. Just after that happened, the rain started to rain abuses on the Harmattan weather. They both got into a heated argument, but it looked like the rain was winning, because it continued raining abuses on every dry dusty rooftop and road paths. Every human on its’ path ran away for shelter. The rain began gathering the clouds as its’ cheerleaders, and it went on a slight rampage, but the Harmattan wind began howling. It howled so much that both seasons couldn’t contain themselves again, until one (the rain) abruptly went into hiding, for fear of being choked by the dry Harmattan wind.

12:08pm: The sun has refused to smile anymore, because the grey clouds are still sheltering it.

12:13pm: Both the rain and Harmattan season have been summoned by their maker for a closed door meeting.

12:16pm: Humans in this part of Port Harcourt are still not sure if these two will still fight today. They are hoping the sun will tell them what might happen next.

In the meantime, I am indoors, looking through my window and staring at the the grey clouds.

 

©Neofloetry
#TwoSeasonsOneFight
#RANDOMThoughts

SHE SAYS PERIOD!

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She says a thousand words,
Then ends it with periods…
Over and over her ramblings
ripple like several pebbles thrown in a lake PERIOD

She says periods are tips of pins
Pointing, piercing blank sheets,
and picking out errors in a conversation
when her words stay unspoken.

Periods are RED Period
Periods a like screaming PMS

She says nothing you hear
Your imagination is stilled for peace sake
For when a frown clothes her face
her scaling anger says nothing.

Periods are softly angry 😠
Periods are dual personality

When she says PERIOD PERIOD PERIOD
Receive what she says
For peace to reign PERIOD

 

© Neofloetry
08/03/17
12:18pm

A POEM IS A POEM

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A poem
…is a poem
is a poem…
…is a poem

Whichever way
A Poem is a poem
However you write them

A poem is still a poem
Rusty, jagged or straight
Elizabethan or African

A poem
…is a poem
is a poem…
…for them

…No apologies

JAGGED EXPRESSIONS (Run over words for my ba(r)d guys)
Neofloetry, 2014..