The young Oracle

Played with hubris

Again & Again

He dare the heavens

So far

Without curse

Or lightening & thunder

He feels supreme

Inhaling blemish dust

Of the dragon

fiery red with seven heads

& ten horns

woefully so far

Under the voiceless

Heaven of the lamb

With seven horns

And seven eyes

Dead hubris

Dust to dust

Why wait for illness

When you can boycott it.

Now, say hello to all the

Fresh Green veggies,

Leader of boycotting.

Ballerina

"I want to be a ballerina" The tiring lyrics my mom wish she could stop - As the day goes by without A home tutor or academy. She saw the burning desire - She heard the screaming Dream - Of her five years old child Who wish to be a #ballerina - In a remote town.

Gloop

Stop playing caper on me -

Says the dough gloop bread -

Shhh! the wild kid drag on Climbing, laughing and stunting -

On the drenched gloop dough - Until a fall beget Jimmy.

Nettled

Nettled by the clattering bell in belfry, A quitted soul in Odyssey to nirvana.

BALLERINA

"I want to be a ballerina" The tiring lyrics my mom wish she could stop, As the day goes by without A home tutor or academy. She saw the burning desire She heard the screaming dream Of her five years old child Who wish to be a #ballerina In a remote town

HAIKU

On my kitchen cabinet Ants lined to feast On the spilled honey.

Dwelling in green space

The snail squoosh -

On mushrooms and lettuce.

Up the cage

The lonely parrot

Sings himself to sleep.

If words were Archery Shadows would be Angel's.

Gracious Rain Fall Bathes the Iroko Sprinkle Petrichor

Three strings Of the guitar Sleeping on the virtuoso

The cockerel cluck on grass seeds With bobbing moves.

SEE MY HEART ❤️

I permit you to walk into my imagination

To see my heart for what it is -

To see my heart for what it has been -

To see my heart for what it will always be -

So, please! doubt me no more.

LITTLE LOLLIPOP

Hello Grandpa! Spunky Grandpa! Can you see me? The little voice whispered from behind - with it's shadow running about - like that of a funny bunny - curious of his master's kitchen. Come play! Come play! Grandpa come play with me - the little voice said - shouting and jumping - as though she was from the movies. "Oh, my sweet lollipop - Grandpa is with a whisk, a saucepan - preparing a delish lunch. You do know the rumbling man won't sit quiet - else it's fed." Sweet lollipop giggled. "Come on Grandpa! The rumbling man can wait, can't he? Just a minute or two, or the three and twenty minute. We won't use up all the thirty minute, no! I meant, the three and twenty minute. She chortled at her own pun." "Alright, my lollipop. A minute and two seconds, I plea with thee. To clean up this eggshells bestrewn on the cabinet." "okey-dokey! Grandpa. I shall sort a place to hide, that you might root me out." "Certainly! Certainly! I oblige, My sweet little lollipop. I'm coming to play, tickle-tickle and tickle you." "Little lollipop laughed out loud."

He gripped my oranges swiftly -

And wrap me in his warmth -

with his lips tuned on my hips --

And his rod swinging in and out -

Like a lettered equestrian -

Rekindling the woman I desire -

With a kiss - so passionate -

Embedded in the depth of my cave.

If birds were fairies --

Humans will fly.

~E.Emmanuel