Break the hopes and dreams of these men.
Ruined are the lives of poor folks-
Opened to more lies and deceits.
Killed are the innocent young lives-
Ended in a den of demons.
Nothing is seen or heard of them.
Hear the small voice within you hearts.
Every path leads me back to you.
Arrows point down when you’re around.
Run away from heavy lending!
Turn away from high interest rates!
End the funny money, honey.
Don’t be broken hearted, my dear.
Another attempt at acrostic poetry in eight syllables with no end rhymes.
True is a God who could be man’s best friend.
There are the green grids from my matrix dream.
Synchs are coincidences without an end.
My secret pill will lead me to the stream.
My opinion tells me we are all the same.
Two dings from two dongs lead me to believe.
My choice is a game without Fame or Blame.
At night, one hour copters were a peeve.
Why ask, ‘What is the big picture?’ when there is a small voice within?
I’m the ruler of my heart and don’t know where to begin.
The answer is not in the seeking or knowing who you are.
There is only ‘One’ vibration like a rainbow colored star.
The covenant reminds us to find truth with our own enemies.
The ancient ones promoted and left behind their guarantees.
Yet this small voice speaks of a unity through a gentle breeze.
I am not alone or lonely with the presence of my kin.
I am funny and a trickster or so weird and bizarre.
My path leads to nowhere but anywhere for global, whirled peas.
Moss land thereon a peat so fair–
Whirled peas are unaware.
Multiple angles find good will.
Master destroyed his clay
by pointing to a cloud path way.
To seek a peep and two be still.
‘Raw’ ‘Ices’ fill in loving truth
for all to share a fruit.
From rock and air to fire flies
some buzz the silent nights.
With their luminous shiny lights
some stop the wars so noone dies.
What is the prize? It’s blessed rest.
Don’t fail the test and become wise.
A creepy photo showing a ghost girl wearing a black dress.
Where is teddy bear?
He is safe on someone’s bed. Does anyone care?
Searching everywhere!
Hiding under that bedspread? Where is teddy bear?
Babysitter’s lair
Two laughing children mislead Does anyone care?
Crying girl despair
Maybe he ran away – fled. Where is teddy bear?
To this day I swear
My teddy bear is not dead. Does anyone care?
Elder Maw repair
Wrong button eyes of gold dread! Where is teddy bear? Does anyone care?
A dark haiku variation of villanelle poetry.
Author’s note: The following external image via [http://queen-annie.net/private/misc/ghost.jpg] is of a very creepy photograph of what appears to be an image of a girl floating above the floor. The vibes from this photo is quite haunting to me and I would feel the effects of shock upon looking at this scary photo.
This poem is about my lost teddy bear, who is nowhere to be found. I believe the baby sitter ‘Auntie Emma’ took my teddy bear away. She instructed me to leave my teddy bear on the bed and left it tucked underneath a blanket. Her children, ‘Mai-Mai’ and ‘Jo-Jo’ teased me and made me cry when I couldn’t locate my teddy bear after returning to the room.
Maw has sewed by hand a similar but stiffer version of my lost teddy bear. The original version was softer and had black eyes. But ‘Maw’ put some golden eyes in error and that scared me. So she replaced those with some black one. I still have this second version but the first and only teddy bear could never be replaced!
From: “obidiaka akachukwu” <obidiaka32@hotmail.com>
Subject: LETTER OF COMPENSATION TO YOU
Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2007 06:06:31 +0100
I wish to inform you that I concluded this transaction suscessfully
with an LONDON lady and I am currently residing in London with
my family. I want to inform you I would like to compensate you
with the sum of US$950,000.00 for your efforts in trying to assist
me with this transaction but later it did not work out between us.
I dropped the (cheque in bank draft) with my personal secretary,
named Barri Alex Uchesin. I did this out of sympathy for
your efforts and I hope you will be satisfied after all,despite
the fact that you did not believe me.
I advise you to contact him immediately through his e-mail
address: alexucheson@myway.com for the delivery of the bank draft to you.
I hope you will have a nice life with my token of compensation for
your efforts and God bless you.
Some things are meant to rest.
You gave your all. It’s the best.
If you would, we would promise to
close the back door at your request.
Whistle blowers stand up and sue!
Justice has been long overdue.
We chose to come with love and just.
The time has come! We always knew.
Worthless notes are backed with disgust:
Full faith and credit with failed trust
were fueled by greed that made earth’s war-
The broken hearted bites the dust.
Through subconscious mind of a whore:
From shams to write-offs and offshore
to ruinous high credit score;-
It’s time to open your last door.
Another poem of quatrain with chain rhyme pattern of aaba, bbcb, ccdc and dddd.
Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2007 08:30:55 +0900 (JST)
From: Tina Cisse <tina_cisse032000@yahoo.co.jp>
Subject: Hello!!! From Tina..
To: tina_cisse032000@yahoo.co.jp
ABIDJAN,COTE D’IVOIRE
EMAIL:tina_cisse220@yahoo.fr Dear One, Pls do reply me with the mail above and also send me your direct mail to reach you. I know that this mail may come to you as surprise , I am Miss Tina Cisse the Daughter of Late Dr Edward Cisse the former director general of Sierra-leone Gold and diamond corporation who was assasinated with my Mother by the rebels loyal to Foday Sankoh the (R U F) leader. I managed to escape my country to scure my life. It is my pleasure to contact you for a business venture which I want to intend to establish in your country. Though I have not met with you before but I believe, one has to risk confiding in succeed sometimes in life. There is this huge amount of Ten million U.S dollars($10,000,000.00) which my late Father kept with a top finance security company here in Abidjan Cote d’Ivoire before he was assasinated by the Rebels. The money as he told me is neatly packed in a two Metallic Trunk Box deposited as family valuables Now I have decided to invest these money in your country or anywhere safe enough outside Africa for security and political reasons.I want you to help me stand as my guardian and foreign trustee; claim and retrieve these box from the Finance and Security Company and transfer the money into your personal account in your country for investment purposes on these areas: 1). Telecommunication 2). Transport Industry 3). Real Estate If you can be of an assistance to me i will be pleased to offer to you 20% Of the total fund. Again, I don’t want this to get to the knowledge of my late Father family members because this is the only thing remaining for me as they have seized all other properties leaving me empty handed. But we trust that with God all things are possible and if the security company releases the consignment to you, my suferring will come to an end. I have all the documents which the company issued to my late Father when he made the deposit. I await your soonest response. Respectfully yours, Mis Tina Cisse
Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 18:18:55 +0200
From: Frank Taylor <frank_14@walla.com>
Subject: KIND ATTENTION
Bujumbura Refugees Camp
Room 32 Liberia Camp 3 Accra Ghana
West Africa Kind Attention, Greetings , my name is Frank Taylor .I am making this contact to you in good faith and hope that it will transpire into mutual relationship for now and in future to come .I am the eldest son of late Sir Beuford Taylor a formal gold merchant and also a know politician in my country Liberia. After the fall of the government, my father with other top government officials was alleged financial losses and detained by the Interim government of the present administration, on 23rd 2003 November, unfortunately he died in the detention custody since then the government has been accusing my family with strange accusation. At first I thought it was a political vendetta from my father’s political opponents but I was wrong, then they froze all our bank accounts known to them, hoping that we will starve to death. Why can’t we all live in peace? Since i can’t do anything in my position here for now, this is where i employ you to come in for the remaining deposited fund un-disclosed. Presently am not in Liberia, am in refugee camp in Ghana where am hiding for the sake of peace, but bear in mind this fund to be transfer is not deposited in my country Liberia. It may interest you to know that i got your impressive information through my search for help and i decided to contact you for your assistance in partnership regards to transfer of my family deposited fund/valuable in a global security company in two sealed boxes. (1) 450 kilos gold bar (2) Family Valuable box ,silver grey which contains sum of US $45,000,000.00 (Forty five million dollars ) .I need this deposited fund to be transferred outside my territory for investment in your country . i cannot touch this money in the security company in Accra Ghana for you know am under a very tight situation .So after discussing with my surviving sister Tracy, we plan to send it to your country through a popular diplomatic courier service . So this is why I need you a foreign partner. Furthermore, am ready to release the documents to you and the authority to perfect you on this deal as the bonifide family foreign Investor to claim the deposited fund ,because there is no how i can present myself now . This funds will be transferred for investment purpose. in a very lucrative business ventures. I have map out 20% of the total deposit after the fund is finally transfer for investment for you as gratification, i assure you that this deal is 100% risk free. i expect your urgent response stating all your necessary details in this deal as soon as you receive this massage and also include your personal phone number for our effective communications. Please reply to my alternative email http://us.f343.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=franklyn3jjj@yahoo.com for my security reasons. Greetings and thanking you for your utmost secrecy. Faithfully yours,
Frank Taylor. http://us.f343.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=franklyn3jjj@yahoo.com
Oh, stupid brat! You left us alone!
I’m overloaded with work and I groan.
Don’t you bother me again with your loan!
Don’t call long distance on my call trace phone.
My boss, like you, is each to its own.
Both of you are like an annoying clone.
Each has revealed what the other one has known.
You both will pay as I cast my first stone.
Your chatting online continues to moan
about that fishy smell and her loud tone.
Working with you was like picking a bone.
Your babbles lie: There’s no-thing as atone.
