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Poem of the Month: I’m also not Perfect

You few dents don’t join to form a rabble

I am still in growth, talking in babbles

Not bad to be a hen and a sparrow

Still much needed by me, a straight arrow

From the two sides, the good still rings the bell

I’m soaked in bad fluids in need of your gel

You wish to be an angel overnight

I silently struggle in the same fight.

Chorus

The earth really hates you, but I’m fine

Nature’s frowning at you, still I’m good

In society’s dislike, yet I like

I’m much less, so let the love stay.

 

Adores me as her royal majesty

Behind this image is a travesty

One flaw may make others see a frothy

The glow they don’t see makes your light lofty

To the environment, you feel rusty

So full of life makes your fine spark busty

One slip emits conscience’s sounds of babel

Placed in black market, yet nothing to sell.

Chorus

The earth really hates you, but I’m fine

Nature’s frowning at you, still I’m good

In society’s dislike, yet I like

I’m much less, so let the love stay.

 

To be loud’s not your nitty gritty

In need of a key makes the lock pretty

To man’s reality, dirt is a merchant

For your, not full cup, I have a penchant

That coldness is too little to be mean

To goodness, I’m not yet over the wean

The colours making you a fork’s prony

Gives painful pricks but bites also funny.

Chorus

The earth really hates you, but I’m fine

Nature’s frowning at you, still I’m good

In society’s dislike, yet I like

I’m much less, so let the love stay.

 

The world puts the eye of a bad uncle

Poke nosing ends in a virtuous circle

Your blind eye to all these I’d effectuate

We grow and learn, I used to infatuate

Your self-pricks you feel as terrible sins

Give me reasons to show a wolfish grin

Your lows and my stains we admit and share

Yet you take me high like a debonair.

Chorus

The earth really hates you, but I’m fine

Nature’s frowning at you, still I’m good

In society’s dislike, yet I like

I’m much less, so let the love stay.

 

The attractive peg may be amorphous

Fitted in the hole makes me less pompous

Society may well pontificate

But in the dark, everyone defecates

Underneath is the old crack from the brick

Take me there cos I’m a sly juicy prick

The little sparks that can give trouble

Should create fine foams and produce light bubbles.

Chorus

The earth really hates you, but I’m fine

Nature’s frowning at you, still I’m good

In society’s dislike, yet I like

I’m much less, so let the love stay.

 

3 Comments

  1. Grace Pennavon on January 10, 2020 at 10:39 am

    Oh, what a lovely piece. You are truly gifted. The poems in the soul talkers are just so awesome. I love you Funom.

  2. Dirk Isley on May 30, 2020 at 10:43 am

    Hi just wanted to give you a brief heads up and let you know a few of the pictures aren’t loading properly. I’m not sure why but I think its a linking issue. I’ve tried it in two different web browsers and both show the same results.

    • Funom Makama on May 30, 2020 at 4:59 pm

      Thank you Dirk Isley.. I will look into it and fix the problem. Thank you once again.

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