Thoughts

Thoughts

A Poem by Olumegbon

They say I'm a sinister but I see myself as a minister to this sinners. My words are like crystals, deceiving this tricksters. They look up to me on the altar, marvelled by my wonder like a shooting star. I'm not moved by their praises because I see far into their heart like a binocular. So I act crazy like I'm bipolar. Craving to tear them apart like a boar. I'm a dictator, call me Caesar. We aren't close, stay off my cellular. Criticise all you like, I still love my cigar. I don't want a lover, I need me a cougar. I need a dollar for my mother hoping she forgets my anger because she acted as a father to a brother. Listening to their false grammar makes me want to use an hammer to dislocate their fibula. I'm named oscar because I'm wild in my writings. I'm not close to my foes because I hear their echoes. They confront me like commandos but really I see no heroes. It snows and the volcanoes can't prevent a cold world. I try using a backhoe to extract the evils from this hoes. They throw away what they know to make doe to pay those they owe, how sad, only if they could fight back with their bow and arrow. Finally, they aren't worth my knowledge because they've fallen of the edge and to end it, I sing them a dirge.

© 2015 Olumegbon


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Very nice use of words.
"They throw away what they know to make doe to pay those they owe, how sad, only if they could fight back with their bow and arrow. Finally, they aren't worth my knowledge because they've fallen of the edge and to end it, I sing them a dirge."
You wrote with the skill of the ancient writers. I feel your background and life lived in your words. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


Olumegbon

10 Years Ago

I appreciate Sir Coyote, you've been really nice. Thanks so much
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

You are welcome. My pleasure to be able to read your words.
I like the message here. Although visually when I look at it, I expected it to be a story. I wonder if it would read more as a poem if you broke up the lines. For example:

I'm not close to my foes
Because I hear their echoes.
They confront me like commandos
But really I see no heroes.

Just a thought, but nice job and rhyme scheme.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Olumegbon

10 Years Ago

Really good from another perspective, Never thought of that. I really appreciate. Thanks so much

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