A Group of Quarrelling Words

A Group of Quarrelling Words

This is not a poem
It’s just about the feeling
A cluster of quarrelling words
Like a lad building castles on the soil
Until an adult appears from nowhere
And tramples on it
And swaggers on without looking back
What can a hapless lad do?
But be frustrated
And confused
Like these quarrelling words

This is not a poem
It‘s just about the feeling
A hen scratching cemented floor
Like a pregnant woman expecting a boy
She buys baby clothes in every shop
And writes a list of names for the baby boy
Only to be knocked down on the road
By a reckless driver that cares not
And the baby is gone
In slimes of blood and smelly fluids
What can a helpless woman do?
But quack quack quack
A hen mimicking a duck

This is not a poem
It’s just about the feeling
A bunch of straying confused words
Like a jelly fish in flowing lake
Swimming and making merry
Until a hawk appears from nowhere
And digs it fangs into the fish
And there it dies

I am not a man
I am a fish
Hunted everyday by roving eyes
Seeking dirt under my flipping feebly fins
They must surely see them
Cos I am a fish
Not a god

I am the orphan
The dirty orphan thrown behind the fence
By those wealthy clandestine chiefs
Like a plague
That could contaminate their spotless clans
Don’t call this a poem
It is just a feeling
A group of quarrelling words….

20 thoughts on “A Group of Quarrelling Words” by adams (@coshincozor)

  1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

    Well, what a nice warm, shocking, sensitive, ‘evocative’ non-poem it is. B+
    punctuation : End stanza’s with full stops and pauses with a comma or so.

    slime has no plural

    Jelly fish are ocean dwellers

    Lakes don’t flow,
    do they? I want to know.

    Could the last stanza’s be as rounded as the first?
    Just a layman’s two and forty cents.

    This is not a comment. Well done, I enjoyed reading this.

    1. adams (@coshincozor)

      @sunshin don’t you think the idea of the poem accommodates a flowing lake and jelly fish in it. That’s why they are called confused words. The punctuation correction, taken!

  2. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

    Truly feeling this men…Like a bite or punch, you played, assembled, then destroyed still making meaning with your words. Skills. “Poetry : Restricted by no one or nothing. It’s place for Freedom not free-doom, so live and let live”

    1. adams (@coshincozor)

      @uyiosa if i say i am not confused here, i am lying

      1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

        @coshincozor, my confusing point aside, this piece is nice..Cheers

  3. Expo (@Expo)

    @coshincozor, afterall, these aren’t quarreling words. you make sense gan ni!
    This is freedom!!
    No caging
    No restriction, just a flying bird!
    No formality . . . or socialist-ty? lol

    1. adams (@coshincozor)

      thanks dear

  4. Hehehe… It is a poem but it is not a group of quarelling words. This creates pictures in the mind with each line…and when a poem does that, it automatically elevates itself.
    Nicole’s points are on point, and you would still cut off, add and amend each time you look through this.
    Well done, Adams. $ß.

    1. adams (@coshincozor)

      thank you!

      1. adams (@coshincozor)

        i will be like you when i grow up

  5. Vincent de Paul (@vincentdepaul)

    nice poem, love it big time, check @nicolebassey‘s points.

    1. adams (@coshincozor)

      thank I got @nicolbassey’s point but must of what he pointed out are deliberate except the punctuation errors and the pluralisation of slime. thank you all the same. corrections taken.

      1. @coshincozor @nicolebassey is a ‘she’…. one of NS queens

        1. adams (@coshincozor)

          OK POINT TAKEN

  6. @coshincozor , weli weli done.
    Afterall, poetry is in itself ‘freedom’!

  7. one word. Beautiful

    1. adams (@coshincozor)

      thank you

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