Jumatano, 28 Aprili 2021
NATURE IS MAGICAL Nature is extraordinary beautiful Filled with green The simplicity of nature Being very magical And we adore The wonderful clusters Flutters like a butterfly Butterfly hovering over flowers. Nature is extraordinary beautiful Woodlands greening Hints of snow, melting slow As the sun rises on a new day The garden blooming, flowers blooming Insects kissing them in a gentle way. #regnardbishoza
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JibuFutaHAIL TO MY GRACEFUL WHIP
JibuFutaI could endure the pain
Severe pain dwelling on my body
As the fierce whip, salted and peppered
Could mercilessly fall over my poor body
Tearing my skin into bruises and sores.
I could endure the pain
For my future survival generation
My neck tied up with rattling iron
Suffocating my breath to nearby death
I could lean at death and see it coming.
I could endure the pain
Tied to the whipping post
Hardly letting my head twist
Hands tied, melting into severe pain
Publicly stripped off my old tatters.
I could endure the pain
When the hot iron could pierce my skin
When my hands were cut off unreasonably
When I was suspected of rape in vain
When my wife was raped in my sight
When traders were whipping my body for payment
I could endure the pain.
WHEN MY LAST TEARDROP FALLS
JibuFutaWhen my last trail of teardrop falls
Then my past thought will have fallen
When my thought stands majestically
Then my mind will have captured peace.
Tears tease and kiss the faultless cheeks
Fears freeze my victory's wings to victory
Fears please my darkened mind to fate
Leers leaven thy disastrous fight to loose.
Things fall apart erode to amalgamation
This war appeals tigers to justification
Adventures erode mind to hopeless
Like an eclipse, mind pays attention.
A lonely battle of a lonely brave breath
A loosing battle is hidden behind skies
A loosing but scarily sentry to humanity
A hooking cascade to tear off the jaws.
#poetregnardbishoza#
ODE TO MY SCATTERED POEMS
JibuFutaI wish I fly over skies and cosmos
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Figuring out my poetic muse
Muse died and lived to amuse.
With muddening hunger, my soul longs
Poems hidden in trench and wilderness
Manuscript spiralling like tentacles
Forming mountains, aspiring through follicles.
I have wandered a stair of swords
Winning a coat of piercing words
Lying my way of self destruction
For sake of evils mass suffocation.
I won a battle against monsters
As I guess into abyss of rosters
Thunderbolt striking compacted phantoms
Swelling like ripe wounds, oozing like ripe pus.
5/3/2021
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