Delicate Intricacies (Rev.)
Privileged to study delicate intricacies in
sweet-flowing terms of Lease Agreements
dramatic antiques declaiming innocence
between Lessor and Lessee
impressive controversies in who pays for
what, when and why, bewitching legalese,
magnificent sentences enshrining an
inexorable right
of Lessor to inquire of the Municipality
whether a Lessee recalcitrant is keeping
up payments, charming enquiries to ensure
accoutrement damages do not occur
can my poetic soul convey these delicacies
to the unaware ignorant of joyous rental
contracts; the enchanting discovery of
mysteriously beguiling legal jargon?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Flogged Cassock
Dont know how to find a path
out of this moment into another
realm without reading a book or
conjuring a story - checking my
run-on agreement with its sine-
wave repetitions
Herewith Lessor agrees to lease to
Lessee, who agrees to lease from
Lessor said Premises which is
situated and shall be deemed -
Lessor entitled to do this
while interest accrue -
The greatest mathematician being
flogged by a man in a cassock*, a
towel on his head, I furtively saw
as I glanced at the book on my desk;
Enchanted Horse and Charlottes
Web lined up for the weekend
Titbits to lighten life between chores
though not many left now that Carines
on the mend - if only time would flow
past this immobile moment
(Flogged by a man in a cassock* - From Pyramids, Terry Pratchett)
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.
quote by Susan Sontag
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There are two kinds of writers; the great ones who can give you truths, and the lessor ones, who can only give you themselves.
quote by Cliff Fadiman
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On Suddenly Receiving A Curl Long Refused
Oh, saucy gold circle of fairyland silk—
Impudent, intimate, delicate treasure:
A noose for my heart and a ring for my finger:—
Here in my study you sing me a measure.
Whimsy and song in my little gray study!
Words out of wonderland, praising her fineness,
Touched with her pulsating, delicate laughter,
Saying, “The girl is all daring and kindness!”
Saying, “Her soul is all feminine gameness,
Trusting her insights, ardent for living;
She would be weeping with me and be laughing,
A thoroughbred, joyous receiving and giving!”
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Less’er Love, And A Rose, In My Garden
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…at times I have lesser love
And in less is more, very much more
…………….and there is this garden
..the garden, ours by the Grace of the Life Force, supreme God
..there is this Rose, and those Roses there… all chose a place to be
I, the Gardner choose the blooms from which Rose goes to the glass next my bed
I love this Rose, and less but similar those other
….they decide when to bloom
In sping late winter their souls weep, as I sheer, as I must
In spring and summer and early winter we rejoice as they bloom abundantly
…..every night one bloom from The Rose that’ad also chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…..only one Rose reads to me… I a lesser Gardener
Lesser, cause I’m only able t’love one Rose…..this Rose here
….those Roses there, some’r lessor Roses, some’r superior Roses, are my friends
Lesser in texture, shape and fiber and fragrance
Some superior in texture, or shape and or fiber and or fragrance
Friends equal in dimension with the Rose, but less in love than the Rose
…..every night one bloom from The Rose, that’s chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I, the gardener…. I prune, sheer…. at times
These other Roses who chose my garden
...so valuable in a muchness o’ Friendship,
…the quality their love much the same as that The Rose
Different the lesser my love, even though my caring equals that towards The Rose
We are blessed, those of us in the garden
…the magnificence of this garden in my life is the sumtotal of you all in my garden
I drink your fragrance intoxicated with love
I love The Rose, and my friends these other Roses in the garden Bless this love
poem by Johan Fourie
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Crocheted
With only the dramatic art of Lease Agreements
to tether my mind, my thoughts flew away to the
mathematics of crafts – coral reefs are crocheted,
the atmosphere is knit and some even fold a stop
sign into a pair of pants - at the intersection of
math and handicraft
Confirming my suspicion that the fine art of knitting
cables in multicoloured, many-layered wool - can be
used to represent Many Worlds Theory!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Is it not the business of the conductor to convey to the public in its dramatic form the central idea of a composition; and how can he convey that idea successfully if he does not enter heart and soul into the life of the music and the tale it unfolds?
quote by John Philip Sousa
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Rental Cars!
Rental cars!
To change the system;
Dental, rental, pal, petal, metal, beal, fatal! !
For this land is the land of tenants.
Raw, saw, caw, craw, maw, paw, aw, yaw;
And like the rental laws around you!
But, the landlords do need the tenants.
Rental cars!
Braw, draw, law, haw, jaw, flaw, taw;
But, with better roads to move along.
Rental cars!
Real, meal, wheal, lethal, coral, floral, oral;
But, we do need each other in business.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bed Of The DeaD
Six sides to the story, one not for me to tell - In the begining was not the begining as was the end not the middle, explained for your mind to believe, what is clever is that you are deceived - Dust in your mouth and dust in your eyes, there is no seconds when death dies your ties - One rope to repair your hope in the lessor of a chair, the bullet which paints your portrait against the wall, the blood which dries around your wrists with the rust which flakes on the blade of the knife, all in one is that you are gone - You want the world to remember your pain, when you are the one who seek to forget, that which switched your story to the end - death does not seek friends, nor the intention to peace your soul when you are in the bed of the dead
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Pretty and Blonde
The sacred sunrise
Sparkles mysteriously
In her child-like eyes,
And the boulevard
Is in bloom
With window-box flowers
Kissing and dancing
In beguiling innocence.
She will meet me
Past the drug store of destiny,
Pretty and blonde
Like a 1940’s
Hollywood glamour dream.
My heart ignites
Delirious fires
Like a summer field ablaze
In the unrelenting August heat.
Everyday a new love poem
Conjures Shakespeare and Petrarch
From ancient mystical graves
To guide my soul along amorous paths.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Innocent Children
Cinematic quality
The appearance of innocent children
Classic music
The voice of innocent children
The children
With golden cadence
Their voices are
Sufficiently recognized
In the enchanting music
Halls of the world
The enchanting children
Records innocence
With the shiny waves
Of their twinkles
Great atmosphere
The scene of the enchanting children
With the heavy
Poise of innocence
poem by Uchechukwu Agodom
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The news of the discovery spread fast all over the country, and inquisitive enquiries mingled with congratulations from this moment became the daily programme.
quote by Howard Carter
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Hostile By Virus
The only love, known to unknown, my hate smite to the spirit reflected from ice - My number bounce off the roll, the blades which cuts the dots on a six sided dice - By the playground, fenced in with sorrow, the bees can tolerate what is seen, stung for a sting - The weight of men, measured by birth, again and again, ten into ten - Endless, never lifeless to present less to the lessor - The wealth of a planet, she was deceived, the cost is the multiplying of the host, Hostile by Virus - Humans are the greatest of thieves, what do we achieve - Sorrow in gold, oil which we war over and our souls which are sold
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Innocence Is Affirmation Verification Of Light
Innocence is not an absence of legal guilt
Innocence is not freedom from specific wrongs
Innocence is a quality state of freedom from sins guilt
loss of innocence no integral part
of maturity necessary coming of age
awareness of world pain suffering evil
Innocence is not absence of normative experience
Innocence is not ignorance not knowing evil
Innocence is affirmation a naked sinless nature
Innocence is choice verification of brilliant divinity light
poem by Terence George Craddock
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With friends make agreements, with relatives make contracts.
Happy Birthday, Nigeria
Stay on the enchanting road
Of freedom of expression
Nestle in
Pure love
Move for the steady
Stay of beauty
Move with
The victory of unity
Power on
With the magnificent views
Of the universes of beauty
Golden steps expand
The sphere of diversity
Golden steps
Expand
The sphere of unity
Your universes
The ethnic groups
With beautiful voices
The ethnic groups
With beautiful designs
Your pride
Beautiful diversity
Your joy
Beautiful diversity
Diversity
With the beautiful
Sphere of unity
Unity nestles the diversity
In your loaded land
Of things beautiful
Special sights
To see
Two rivers
Unite into a river
Two rivers
The enchanting River Niger
The enchanting River Benue
Unite into a river
The famous River Niger
The great fountain
Journeying
To the greater Atlantic
Land of mountains
Beautiful and breathtaking
Of enchanting hills
Of enchanting valleys
Charmingly beautiful
The constant magnificence
Of Zuma Rock
The constant charm
Of Olumo Rock
The landscape sports
Honey-colored things
Sumptuous views of sunrise
Stellar views of sunset
The torch lights of dawn
Carries the exciting
Events of variety
The torch lights of dusk
Carries the dramatic
Events of diversity
The visible touch
The glowing touch
Of the stay
Of harmony
In the seasons
Of charming cycles
The coat of arm
The giant display
Of lovely unity
The coat of arm
The giant display
Of lovely diversity
Variety of great tongues
With the beautiful carriage
Of vibrant diversity
Paints the national anthem
Paints the national pledge
With the mighty
Color of unity
With the mighty
Color of harmony
Beautiful birds
In towered high harmony
In the land
Of classic savannah
Beautiful birds
In towered high harmony
In the land
Of masterpiece forests
Bright ways
Up the star steps
Of the atmosphere
Songs with the enchanting
Themes of variety
Winds up the sky
Dance pulses
With the enchanting
Marks of variety
Drives harmony
To the top
Of the sky
Golden climbs
Up to the highs
Of magnificent views
Game-changing settings
Of grand destinations
Intense sprawl
Of hearty reaches
Of healthy perspectives
Intense reach
Of hearty reaches
Of healthy heights
Adorns the giant land
Decorates the giant land
Deeply
With the enchanting
Resolution of grand inspiration
Extraordinarily charming
The magnificence
Of my country, Nigeria
Happy birthday, Nigeria
poem by Uchechukwu Agodom
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On Their Own Terms
On their own terms,
People have a right to do and choose...
As they please.
This should not lead to an argument.
However...
When those terms and choices one chooses,
At the crossing over a threshold into someone's home...
Anyone believing they should be treated,
Based upon their own terms...
Should excuse themselves immediately.
Before they are asked to leave.
Thus making the keeping of their own terms,
An issue not needing to be debated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A cinquain- 'Flower
Flower
Innocuous beauty
Swaying, playing, kidding
Enshrining innocence of Nature
Blossom
poem by Parul Rastogi
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The Key
Though I am not worthy to call out your name
I still inquire and I still want to be saved
From the closure they stand up
And the marks they brand on
And I'll keep my soul locked up till I find the key
[Chorus:]
As we return to innocence
We'll let the sun and the moon guide our way
As we return to innocence
This Picasso work refroms our face
I know your hands heal and your words inspire
And I hope and pray and hope I will be coming to your country
And then I'll find pure happiness
In the scent of your breath
And I'll keep my heart locked up till I find the key
[Chorus]
Through this uncalled quarrel
Through these stressful times
You know that there's no other
But the one that I love for life
Though I am not worthy to call out your name
I still inquire and I still want to be saved
From the closure they stand up
And the marks they brand on
And I'll keep my heart and soul locked up till I find the key
[Chorus]
song performed by by Justincase from Upstart
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The breaking wave and the muscle as it contracts obey the same law. Delicate line gathers the body's total strength in a bold balance. Shall my soul meet so severe a curve, journeying on its way to form?
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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