Sunday, July 23, 2017

THE SECRET NIGHT


Sometimes, no one understands why
We can never stay away from each other
They are always wondering 
But there's something in the night
Something that is sacred and intimate
The night is filled with secrets
That you and I only know
The dark room where we meet
Is only known by you and I
There is no light to make shadows
No one to disturb our love
We sit on the floor like two children
Playing cards while laughing so hard
Then when exhaustion falls upon us
The night becomes as hot as a furnace
The secrets of the night become known
When we reveal them to each other
When we expose ourselves to each other
We then smile like newborns
What a night! What a love!
The night is filled with our secrets
That you and I only know
The beautiful smile of your round face
The architecture of your body
The sound of your voice
Those are things that come with the night
That is why I love the night



BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT


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LEGENDARY TALE


The universe can be a very violent place
Where hands can slap your face
your girlfriend becomes paranoid
And your ellipsoid becomes a paraboloid
Behold a wonder that shall not be told
Mr. Idi sold his wife for a piece of gold
Behold a tale that shall make you crazy
An infant talking before delivery
OMG! Are these monkeys doing the moonwalk?
And lions with aye aye in dance battle
I guess evolution does not really suck
Because right now nothing looks fatal
Have you seen that guy who sells air?
Doesn't he know people don't care?
Look at a toddler driving a truck
His dad must be a psychotic punk
Now, you see that lady's thumb in her nose
While her date's eyes widen to two meters
I bet he thinks that's sexy and grandiose
Maybe he should get her to use fetters
Wait is that a grown man in a diaper?
He has no shirt and his chest is hairy
Wow! Is that his wife on a scooter?
That's quite a fantastic and cute family
So,here's a class turned into a beer contest
Teacher and students can't stop freestyling
For me,this teacher is certainly the best
It's time for the students to express themselves
Wait! What on earth is happening to me?
Am I just taking my time to write that story?
Whatever. The world is sometimes very funny
We are all living in a comedy



BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT


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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

PANTHERA


" Rex,Why do you have panther pics in your room?"
You really want to know?
"Yes"

Well, bring me a mic, ill sing it for you.
"Bring it,Rex"
I'm from the species Panthera
One of the most skilled in the fauna
Blessed and determined like Noah
Zealous like a Talitha
Spreading an intense aura
Listening like one who got melomania
Agitated like one reaching ultimate euphoria
I'm like Odin in Valallah
An unwritten prophecy and world of phenomena
I'm from the species Panthera
A musical piece like Moonlight Sonata
Crafty and fierce like Diego Maradonna
Fearless like the Haitian Kapwa
That is why I am from the species Panthera
There are others in the species Panthera
My boys Yve,Mike,Josh and Rafa
My sistas Mary,Leth and Sarah
We are our own Alpha, Beta, Gamma and delta
We are explorers like Dora
Waiting to ,one day, say Maranatha
Wherever we go, we bring manna
We stick to the virtuous and authentic dogma
That is why we are from the species Panthera

BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT



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Sunday, July 2, 2017

A beautiful Story


"Father,tell me a beautiful story
A marvel that can move internally"
Well, I am going to tell you a beautiful story:
...
I use to be tangled in strings of slavery
My mind use to be the subject of insanity
I use to say yes to wrongful acts
Emphasize opinion instead of facts
I use to be the lost squirrel
Which had nowhere to dwell
I use to be the gullible one
My heart was tender to everyone
But she came and changed everything.
"Who is she ,father?"
If you look in the other room,youll see her
There is no one more beautiful than her
She screamed in pain to put you here
I always loved her and held her dear
She is your mom,my son
This is my story ,my beautiful story.
"That is so nice daddy
I love you , good nighty !"
Good night ,Rex.

 BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT


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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Something to say


I am aware that one day, we will pass away
somewhere, all of our physical members will lay
and the whole body will eventually decay
but before that happens i have something to say

Can two different humans make a fusion?
Can that be dependent on their life connection?
Can both be involved in the love mission                            

and their spirits live with only one conviction?

Two beings can live with such happiness
and enjoy themselves by expressing loveliness
they can strengthen themselves when love seems powerless
and being heroes before the disloyal witness

In the abyss of pure love I want us to dive
to the station of death I want us to drive
Let's stay best friends as long as we're alive
Let's fight so that the love within us thrive

BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT


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Monday, May 15, 2017

The Coffee Shop ( MINDOSCOPE COLLECTION)








                                                                                                                       

Those posts are written by the Author Onyekachi Nwogu . Her works are geared towards the excitement and exploration of the realm of short stories. Her stories allow readers to experience thoughts through a kaleidoscope of colorful ideas from the creativity of authors herein. Everything in life from the quantum realm to a  conversation is an endless cycle of dialogues, scenes, plots and climaxes. Thus, everything is a living story. To tell a story is to express which already exists naturally within the quintessence of reality . Let us come here together to exploit The Mindoscope  collection.


                                                          THE COFFEE SHOP


I closed the book with such vigor creating a loud thunderous clap which attracted a myriad of stares from the other customers in the coffee shop as I said under my breath “such a waste”. I looked around and my attention was drawn to the lady who works the cash register. She had pasted on her face one of those fake smiles that somehow displayed all your central incisors but carry no real depth behind it, which unfortunately after years of having to smile at every customer for a living had sadly become permanently paved onto her face. I felt slightly sad for cashier lady, aside from the fake smile she is always so sweet and amenable towards me. Then again there is no way of telling if she secretly harbored feelings of punching me in the throat on days I made extra demands. Like the day I demanded fresh bagels as the ones on display looked oddly like what was on display the previous day.
As my eyes floated a little far east I sighted sneaker boy. Sneaker boy is a mystery to me, I come here every other morning of the week and sure enough sneaker boy can always be found on the far east corner of the coffee shop, wearing the same All Star sneakers he wore 14 months ago when I first walked into the shop. I sometimes fantasize about the adventures those sneakers have been on. Have those sneakers walked along an inclined path way on its way to an all-night concert rave? The well-fitting fashionable jean trouser sneaker boy has on along with the long hippie hair might propose he may be an all-night rave kind of person. Or rather have those sneakers danced out in the street at midnight as it rained, all the while in the company of feminine ballet shoes worn by a lady sneaker boy was once in love with? Maybe sneaker boy is an international student from London enrolled in a university nearby and somehow his luggage which got missing at the airport upon he’s arrival still can’t be found months later. I like that sneaker boy is a mystery, I like fantasizing of where and what those once white but now muddy brown All Star sneakers have been up to.
I finally reluctantly let my gaze drift north, and sure enough it was caught by Mr. B. The smile which he offered to me as a gesture of acknowledgement of some deeper understanding between us was returned with what felt on my face like a grimace of disapproval. Mr. B I knew far too well. Next to Mr. B sat Mrs. B who looked to hang on to every word coming out of Mr. B’s mouth like a patient on life support. You see Mr. B is the type of man who puts his best face forward in public thus he is loved by everyone. Even cashier lady once gave Mr. B what could almost have passed as a genuine smile. Just the other day as I walked out of the coffee shop along the route I commonly patronize on day’s I decide not to take in the beauty of the town but rather get to my apartment sooner, I saw Mr. B with another lady who wasn’t Mrs. B. The usual how is it going Mr. B which I had gotten accustomed to saying to him was quickly withheld as I saw Mr. B’s hands go to places a married man’s hands should not on another lady. I heard Mr. B brag about he’s accomplishments and promising to take this naive young lady on a private trip, I noticed that Mr. B’s ring was missing. As I was about to change my route, it was too late as Mr. B had caught sight of me and uttered an overly cheerful “how’s it going” to which I muffled a reply and quicken my steps to get as far away from the awkward situation.
I too was once deceived by the two-face nature of Mr. B, but after that faithful morning the veil in which he had over my eyes drifted away and I realized that although Mrs. B hangs onto every word of Mr. B, Mr. B hardly ever pays attention when she speaks and I have sometimes caught his wavering eyes staring seconds too long as a lady walked by he’s and Mrs. B’s table. I pick up my book and head towards cashier lady to pay for the overpriced coffee and biscuits I had just consumed. As I acknowledged cashier lady’s fake smile and walked out the shop, I wonder about the new customers I may come across next. One thing was for sure, sneaker boy would be present serving as the constant mystery that he is.
BY ONYEKACHI NWOGU
E-MAIL:  KACHIBUNNY@GMAIL.COM

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