Her Idiosyncratic Inscriptionson the quicksand of life and time she paddled without plummeting through a sea of lows without lime she imagined a love without an ending a love rooted in making mysteries on the pages of readers` minds like lip-smacking strawberries and ear-massaging sounds indeed at the heart of what she did was grit & wit: she was superb in her craft her long pieces were distinctive and lucid there was something salient in her draft on the sheets and streets of time and history she cultivated a profounder understanding of love and relationships, it was all her story-- the flight of fright but never ever debarking! To Set Her Heart On Fire to set the much-needed dialogue in motion there had to be poetry & poetry & devotion she didn’t mince her words at all, she hit it she demanded & desired to see nothing short of it: she called for an ecstatic expression of emotions a freely & furiously lively ,lovely exhibition of yens a river filled with an explosion of verve and verse and that was her basis for an engagement, a discourse Our Dreams No Longer Dance Across The SkyYou cannot be too high I'm speaking directly to you Sky You need to change for the better Climate Change, right now, I`m bitter! Sing me a song of a river that will dance with belief Sing me a song that will bustle with a sea of relief And extinguish our miseries of dryness and drought Our beasts are dying, our crops wilting, where is delight? Sing me a song of a sky that won`t be too high for a downpour Our land now is bereft of grain, but sing of a rain that will soon pour Our dear landscape has become a playground for a merciless heatwave Climate Change, you`re cruel & crude, a furnace that hasn’t come to save Your palms are unappealing, unpolished, unprecedented and unpredictable Sheep perish without a baa and clang, clang you ring your bell that is terrible! The Values Of A Given Time And Generation The Linkster Generation or Generation 2 is linked To social media: on the net they gobble info, date On the net they study, live and love, and get married On the net they sometimes get blocked, robbed, right?! The Millennials were quoted as more assertive And socially liberal. With a stout sense of civic duty And a healthy work-life-- they were vocal and active I think they were against conditions which were sooty! Be quiet…from the Silent Generation came the Generation X The 1960s saw some shifting social values: more ladies at work In an election a voter may crown their nominee via a bold ‘X’ In the 1960s more divorces hollered, hovered like Noah`s ark! What`s the fuss about a generation and its age range? 19th century marked the naming of a 30 year- old generation Because of social change, a loose, lousy explanation that’s strange An establishment was challenged, age-wise without a set definition! New Kids' Register Riddles2026: Marking The Preschool Register Teacher: if you're present, say 'present' And, if you are not here just say 'absent' Corona 2020. Silence. Teacher: 'That's a pass!' Wear A Mask.' Yes'. Teacher: Say 'present please'. Lowdown. ‘Lockdown’. Teacher: ‘Lord have mercy!’ Can`t read this.’Qua…Quarrel?’ Kid: ‘I`m Quarantine’ Was Hands.' I'm Wash Hands'. Teacher: 'My apologies!' Sanity-seizer. ‘I’m Sanitizer'. Teacher: 'For a reason!' Coffee Fit 9.' l'm COVID-19'. Teacher: 'Sorry, whatever' Self-lation.'I'm Self-isolation'. Teacher: 'Hmmm, l see'. Loves.’l' m Gloves.' Teacher: 'Like hand in glove, kid!' Pandemics. 'Absent' Teacher. 'Wow'. Kid: 'Coz l hate 'em' He Called Himself Giraffe That he was a towering figure was no debate That he was a ‘giraffe’ was a rarity to celebrate He called himself a giraffe, though some found it odd He found it a tall order why they would fuss or be sad Numerous souls on the streets raised eyebrows Each time he appeared they gave him stares Not that he was a superstar by any measure Out of courtesy, they would say it was a pleasure Oddly their gentility made him feel like an idol of sorts! Behind his back they said he had a habit of saying truths Which meant that possibly he was economical with the truth! Maybe people didn’t understand his register, he was no youth I`ll die if I don’t read a book week in week out, he would say Liar or a bookworm? Did his hyperbole get other people astray? In the face of other people`s incompetence, he said: great job! Was that a lie or a piece irony? When they said liar he didn’t sob. One analyst said anyone who called himself a giraffe had an idiolect Which could confuse people, and on how to say things he had to select Feel The Feat On The Horizonhere`s to a fruitful year hilly or dicey, don’t tear here`s proud Prospect Road hope our silent ,sure sword hooray to an attitude of victory high it heals even a hurting history! Of Animal And Bird Parents Let me put your parenting skills Under the microscope, my thrills! You share your food with the young You eat, regurgitate for the fledging What childcare, what love & nurturing You, bird parents take turns food hunting I adore how you bring food to the nest You feed the chicks as if you don’t rest! You, dogs and cats hunt and share the kill Mother dogs help the pups to eat to the fill I see animals bring down prey and feast In a social order, in packs, this, that beast I see parent animals teach their young To walk, hunt & who says that`s wrong? Apes & simians feed each other when caring For the wounded or the ill, when …yes, dating! I don’t know whether elephants teach their young Courting, but yes, food choices & a good tongue! Her Finest Chef EverHis fiancée was on the edge Of starvation, or that`s what She disclosed as she entered It was a windy and dusty day Of his food—cockerel and rice-- His beautiful black bride tasted, Exclaimed: oh as sweet as ginger! The stove regretfully watches The real rooster that looks alive And ready to crow as if to mark The break of dawn…it has dawned On me that my groom is one Of the best chefs on this Earth! This must be sweet, sweet medicine! Its pleasantness has slain my starvation Thanks, just perfect for this beautiful day! Looking UpAs the drunk teacher was saying: The hum of the computer Was a common feature In 5 BC one student Was looking up: Anachronism The Unreadable Dictionaries Of Our ActionsWe are the idioms of our time, our sphere for we belong to the same era, ecosphere, yet, were are like measly words whose ovaries and gist no soul can establish from the glossaries of our shady actions. A life whose paths lead to ruin as the world struggles with floods or lack of rain. Our consumption patterns, our careless lifestyles, our previous actions and decisions are our dirty files that should be our proverbs for posterity and stability yet we fail to infer from the lessons of our stupidity, from wise sayings. A life whose paths lead to ruin as the world struggles with floods or lack of rain. Ahead Of ThemselvesThey came along dressed in joy Their national flags set to decoy They drummed, drank, sang, danced Till time tottered, tilted, talked, tranced They got ahead of themselves with delight They stole a hive of hearts into the night We Are Not An Error But The Idioms Of Our Era We are the idioms of our time, a huge cabinet We belong together, to this earth, this planet Why do we thrive in muddle and destruction? Walk in the ravines of unease and corruption? Like words whose meanings cannot be found From the literal or dictionaries that are sound Let us be the proverbs: our lives are short Let no hate thrive or live or receive support Lessons on climate change need to be inferred From wise sayings, actions or so advised a nerd When She Was Doing Her Thingabandoned but adopted,
uplifted at a tender age her first love was singing she didn’t ditch it but later came on poetry and pulled dazzling darling Sisa away her poetic exploits manifested in magic she kept eyes glued ears riveted, soothed hers were pretty pieces performed with verve her presence was perfect an infectious experience undeniable, compelling her style just engrossing the very prescription for fun her poetry poured out the Sun! one felt her brilliance, her beauty her freshness pruned into pureness ideas floated with glee, a sea, a tide of tears toured out of one`s heart for her voice had vitality , her words had a wildness , a will, wisdom and wit it detained, constrained a reader, a listener, an outsider, a viewer to forget one`s cares, woes, wars to feel the deepest, highest of art to dance in poetic purity, power to come bounding to the shore!
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