Jaachi Writes

POEM 311: EVEN NATURE MAKES LOVE TO US may I tell you what I I know? the sun beamed furiously on me today, I could hear her warm glow sun dry my skin like hay I am the most impious saint, you know, feared the mosquitoes I murdered last night evolved into stars, then moon, then sun, and are come with fierce sunburn, to avenge their death I could swear, if holy writs permits, I heard voices echo "son you'll burn!" "son, you'll burn!!" but then, no greater hell, like my country, I let my head spin on it's axis, and my eyes glanced around, furious sky ball evenly distributed her heat to everyone, that instant I understood, dear diary the sun was on heat - our bodies on fire like lovers would, we ruffled the sheets of time, dick, harry, hustling down the cunt-ry-side peach, mary, engulfing the peninsula everyone in heat, drenched in pleasurable sweats - cumin and going, heads reached into the clouds, with dreams that beat nightmares pants down until climax, a...

POEM 215: PERMIT ME TO PLAY ON WORDS first off, may i introduce myself i am Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu the sun you can never woo i write stuff about things and things about stuff permit me to play on words i am the sound of silence in bars of time i am the hell-thee-worn that answers every 'WHO?' i am the oat that nail the high and lofty to the low and trifty i am the sun of my father that noks shadows off the bane-way river i am the uneven eyeliner on the face of life masking your tiers of pain with cost-make-stick smiles that fade with the knight i am Stefn just the boy whose pen-is stiffen-ed #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Click Here to get a FREE copy of the  #PunPoetryAnthology Enjoyed reading? Commenting is now easy.  I introduced Facebook Comment feature.  Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

A pun is a play on words which usually centres on a word with more than one meaning or the replacement of a homonym that changes the meaning of the sentence for humorous or rhetorical effect. It is produced by using a word that suggests two or more meanings or by exploiting similar sounding words having different meanings. The ambiguities arise mostly in homophones and homonyms. Humorous effects created by puns depend upon the obscurities words involve.  Pun Poetry Anthology is a collection of poems that passed the final stages of the Pun Poetry Contest organised by ACEworld Publishers and Poemify Publishers.  On behalf of ACEworldPublishers and Poemify Publishers, I appreciate everyone that participated in the contest and congratulate the select poets whose play on words made it to the anthology. Poems and Contributors: 1. Eden's Garden by Ogbonnaya Joel Nwanneka 2. For You (Abraharm) by David Seventhy-eight Psalmist 3. Pun, Not Porn by Olanrewaju Adam Oluwatobi 4. Noah’s E...

'I'm a Magi' , I told her. 'but I'll need your thyme to validate my sweetness'. She giggled and I went on to narrate how I once brought to the Lord's manger a bit of frank-sense. Honestly, I don't pretend. But when I pleaded in poetic lines to the Lord to please restore my love; but baby, Jesus was silent. I must've rendered him speechless with punchlines.  My bard! She giggled. I still hear her giggle royco in my head whenever I stare at the full moon. We both love the moon. Full moon. Sighs. I miss her. Does she miss me too? I don't knorr. She is hot, my ex. Very hot like hot chocolate. Her skin, chocolate. I could ogle and drool for split seconds, that seem like hours, at her pictures painting poetica in my subconscious. We are poets. We wrote lines back and forth that could make one twice wet under the rain. When cold, I pretend to cuddle her so I could steal her body heat. Told ya. She's hot, my ex, like hot chocolate. And I was the mars...

I don’t find medical puns funny anymore since I started suffering from an irony deficiency. I thought it wise to see the doctor. Morning happened on me pretty fast. I showered, brushed up, dressed up and hit the road. Jugging. When I got to the hospital, I noticed there was a sign on the lawn at the drug rehab building that said ‘Keep off the Grass.' I chuckled and stepped on the grasses. No smoke. No fire. Who effing cares? Oh, I'm not here to get high. I feel down. When I stepped in the doctor’s waiting room, there was this tiny lady, only about six inches tall. Although she was there before me, she let me see the doctor first. I suppose she just had to be a little patient. I don't know. I went to the doctor and told him I felt run down. I jugged my way down here. ‘Why do you feel that?’ he asked. ‘Because,’ I replied, ‘I’ve got tire marks on my legs.' 'I'll get you some sleeping pills'  He said, chuckled and tiptoed to the counter. I wondered why. Perha...

POEM 22: LUST She was lost I joined the search team. They combed bushes I searched hearts I found her and got lust. She's found I am lust No search team in sight. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

I've been riding this bicycle all my life I've gone uphill I've gone down hill But it can't stand on it's own because it's just two-tyred. I've been right-in all my life I've written poems I've wronged girls But I don't know what'll be left when I'm done writing. I've been loving her all my life I've been chicken in on her I've been in one accord with this lady of mine like two pianists married   always, we're in a chord I've been playing on words all my life I've been rapid with wordplay like an energizer punny. Now I wish I were a grammarian, with loads of words but I would rather make comma sense and make you tier your red shirts for a red carpet for this inkhead. Die hard, I am Your elephant opinion of me   carries a lot of weight. Now you know why I grin When you get it all rung. # 365DaysOfPoetry # Pengician # SSA