The bitch !!!
As i have always wanted to get back the limerick in me, i thought this time i shud write a few lines off beat and get bloggin a poem, so this one's been forced out in the last 20 mins as if i were in sum examination hall - but i guess its not bad for a start if you are keen -
The white satin that adorned my shelter in haze has left me entranced;
And I have not once, but many a time longed to sway into the unfathomable depths of this translucent reality –
Where the clouds parted in a ray of bright sunshine and bestowed a hope amongst those incessant dreams;
The dreams that one often envisioned whence traveling the path of an enigma, those mysterious eyes and long flowing tress’ –
Of my adorable curvaceous goddess, the one whose head i failed to keep at my feet;
For she’s an enchantress and many have succumbed to her splendor.
And so she left me in this malady where I stood pondering how the world has not been the kindest of places?
And i have stared into darkness that bereaved me of the senses in her captivity;
Whilst she unmoved, has only laughed away my woes in purple.
Her beauty has thus far been undisputed, as no one has dared to tread that path sans inviting peril;
A phase that one never imagined is not far from reach, an indomitable spirit that rose within the self and calmed those hungry eyes;
Believe me o friend, dare not fall into her web - for she is not but a loner, and she has her accomplice guiding the fire to kindle her passion, she is selfish and i hate that bitch;
But she’s immortal and i can’t fight this battle alone, for she’s my charm and her valor has strengthened my nerves.
My lips tell tales of her ardour, and she is but an enchantress whose beauty I’ve known and so have many of us in the kin;
She thrives on her countless names, her price for may have been bane - for the cursed have often fallen for her-
But with open arms, she awaits how high, how mighty she shall never disappoint the one who beckons;
She pleasures the chosen one, and her grace fumes into the rays of eternity, with only her shadows in the grey....she’s but my bitch and will always be the bitch she is!!!!
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Most mad men are mad men cos life's a whore,
Mad men are always true but the whore's never ready !!!!!
As for the Mad man, He's always out of shape, and
As for the whore you never know what shape she takes!!!!!
Man and whore alike, is madness a virtue too good yet far???
ah i wonder !!!!! why Men are mad and choose to be so ........
Choose me, Oh madness !!!! Choose me !!!!! i wud be glad to be MAD!!!!!
7 comments:
how many days?
beautifully written as always. congratulations for quitting smoking.
"she has her accomplice guiding the fire to kindle her passion, she is selfish and i hate that bitch"
This line ringed the bell.
So did, "her valor has strengthened my nerves" "My lips tell tales of her ardour,"
thanks a lot man...thanks a ton.... finally it had to be my best buddy Nik to decipher the bitch .. yes ur right, i always told all who read that the clues are in the poem itself....thanks man
who isn't selfish oneal? aren't you?
well well ... what do we have here ?? a comment outta da blue ay !!! thanks Ms.Anonymous for : 1) appreciating the poetry and reading my blog - please continue to do so; and 2)for having asked me that question about being selfish....for your answer - yes ma'am i truly have learned life's lessons by this age to conceive the thought that i am selfish...and yes who is not, in your own words....nevertheless this poem here named "the bitch" isn't a take on any person living or dead...it is just my addiction for cigarettes that's turned me into comparing an inanimate object like a cigarette with "the bitch" in its most philosophical term of usage...!!!
for a moment i was so flattered, i thought you wrote a poem about me.
ah well c'est la vie.
ah....deja vu - why do women always expect men to live in yesteryears' regret ...???
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