Poetry Contest

After reading hundreds of poems for a poetry contest, I decided to take what I thought were some classic stanzas and put them together into one new poem. All typos and lines that may be confusing are original and have not been changed one bit. Here it is:

I like your curtsey, it makes me flounder

Your love to me is like a sum without a remainder

you always be my motivation.

when am tantalizing

a!! babie you are

my every day agenda,

your love is so patience, it does not make

me agonizing

The moon can tell better of how I shine

I bring a bliss better than fine

A prodigal son, who was lost, carried away

by a western tide of baggy and anorexic jeans.

Consumed by all of it, I can’t help but take a trip down memory lane

and revisit the worlds that my mother instilled in me

when I was a boy, & they are

“if you want to make the world a better place,

take a look at yourself then make that change.”

But where do we find some1 who’s been threw the worst

We must teach the old men

We must drill the resolute woman

Indeed useful things for everybody life

Will be increased

The making of not complicated things like wooden wood spoon

Aliens ruling the world?

for what are robots? If not abbots

Thats my wish, if they can do gardening

this, in my deep comma like catnap remember

Indigo we shall wear

Hallucinating with the hangovers of a drenched mope

An aware of its evident pomp

Breathing in short gasps of ecstasy

Then HIV/AIDS will become history just like Bin Laden 

By the efforts of concerned persons to soccour

A bland new world will meliorate