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Friday, December 13, 2019

December 13, 2019

Once a diary by Jodekss Gloatkenf



Today was another blank page
But even out of nothing one might learn how to tame rage
When you are alone at times
I said at times, loneliness is one of one's best times
When you can reason like in a pretty prison
With something that is minute like rat to reason
With or another emptied bowl to term another round big world
From that you come froward n' onward
You draw the whole of the wild wide world
In a solitary state and noisy silence that is odd
Even items march out and you become stronger
It is necessary to have quiet times to be quite a quiet quieter
To think and do things alone
As dogs do deary a so very dry bone
To be as smarter as the home alone.
Or perhaps I have done deceit with my words
To some extent it was beyond this sister's walls
We went to the market place and it was full of handy hands in pieces
So much people that I couldn't see my legs a-piece
Purchasers were purchasing that new and this new and saying please 
Take this and we become customers that way
Whilst others be like if you'd do me good today, I'll come the next day
Then I adduced life in its complexity be all like this
We have come to buy and sell and leave in piece
To perch awaiting for whatever that is meant to come next
As to us all, we all walk the earth to wear the last vest
For everyone to have life is to deal with death
And it concerns him not whether you be rich or a not-there yet
Plus as we age we rejoice cutting cakes and thanking God
God that gives life n' built death n' put him on board
To roll to ball with us with time till the end comes in his darling destructive Ford
And we stop selling and buying and relatives would cut the chord
They would say no more meetness twixt the living and the dead
Since it is no more plausible for the dead to dine to dig in buttered bread
Hence, life and death be the nada naughty nodes
That make us mankind by the air trotting the nose
Well, who would want to wait to wear the wears which would frame my Father?
It is His world, let's let Him do whatever pleases Him from up His tower!
His short story would convince you! 
©Jodekss 2015

Friday, November 22, 2019

November 22, 2019

Short epic lineation fall for Sir A-One on his birthday by Jodekss Gloatkenf

🅑🅘🅡🅣🅗🅓🅐🅨 light-short epic poesy for ‌🇸‌🇮‌🇷 ‌🇦-‌🇴‌🇳‌🇪 2018 [R͟e͟l͟o͟a͟d͟e͟d͟] for 2019's
Sir A-One on your LEFT and the author on your RIGHT. 

Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Oʜ, ʏᴀʏ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ!

Read a dearest lineation by the same author

His birth brought the being of a wondrous ray 
of the sun on this blessed blissful day
The worth of the cloud were cooling and creamily glowing 
With the breeze of the breeze breezing, swooshing singing
singing haply on high in their tonal codes echoing through
The four pillars bolstering the plane of this planet's course
All ears heard of the news of his birth like the birth of Jesus
The Andrew through whose light lives shall first
In whose credible prize no monies could host

Yay! The Cherubs in paradise pray preying to fill into your space
For your ways are glorious and crystal like the rare diamond
from far places past the ken of men in the planes of the almond
Plant which emits living breath unto goodness of any race
Oh! Goodnews you're good and another good news is you're humble:
So mellow like the ways brook look calm to the face it flows without a babble
And the ways chameleon in its glorious fame walks with ease
But yet unique and so you as well unto a lion
In whose gentle looks lie the craziness of a devouring aeon
As your calmly looks cannot be contemned for granted lest your fangs fly tearing stones so
So you are the best of your kind and thy birth is unto a king
With tons of minions at nurture through your creative know-hows being

And aye shall I forget how supportive and believing you be?
Shall I not speak of your astounding innovative intellect nay?
Shall I not loud lauding (of) your practices to see the goodness in your fellows?
Shall I not sing of your kindness when you tip the needy cows?

Shall I not lament of how they try and always mock you?
Shall I not condemn when they wanted to defile you?
Shall I not rebuke life for not giving us the two of you?
Shall I not plead God to keep your aura high and your morale high?

As the stars in the skies to be today would party for you tonight
As the sun would shine on high golden for you at noon
For the morn as being clear and desiring unto humanity today yet
As the Father of the spirit of mankind enlarged your fountain so
As the mother heart be at a felicity as it is your day
I as well have come in my humble and gay gown to wish you brotherly
With wishes of hale health and hearty heart
Much more monies and longer life to expend 'em
Far far distances to your feet to places of dreams
And stages ye have resigned in your thoughts as seem's
And I say, happy birthday, rejoice in His mercies till He comes.

Nov/22/2018

Pour pure poo nonsense lines poking sense papa Pengician is person pouring please peace pooh 
Fathering ducks mothering men's and women's wasteful lifestyle like a mighty murderer
The Mister sarcasm and an enthusiast and founder of a correction center for licking tits
Tits whose teething problems be always not lying with the teeth though as money is the pill
Oh, little poor souls have suffered fine for good through his acrid words; 
well that's crude 
and good, 
it's what we should, 
tell the truth
Let's be brute
Call a tit a tit
A cock a cock
Naught souls 
wasteful souls
Drunk on Guinness
Useless business 

Hey jare, so sorry 
For the diversion
It is so that thy attention
Could be caressed on curry 
Telling the things he does
Why he does the do a boss
Complicatedly simply like a
Cassowary pampering baby tray 
Or a day light lighting nunnery
For life, straightness being rickety
Is our time for
Things new now gore
Now now noon
Noon now none
None now dawn... 

Hence his birth bear earnest and blunt, swift like a pleased piercing thunder
Warri warrior who's with the headset bearing the jaw set and cheek set wearing bearded set
A wonderful nature bending lows and highs to make meet his dreamt dreams doing do's and don'ts 
not minding the critique no, nah, nay nor buts 

Yay, thy dear birth be the redemption 
lost souls need but they don't know they don't know
Thus you shine thy light yet their badmouth caption
With wit n' with contempt like 'em blackish crow
You shall ace telling things as you fit feel
Your calling cools, wide n' wild natural doing your things 
Be better for the heaven above now as thee reel
this roll and may ye make it big soon sipping with kinky kings! 

©Jodekss Nov/22/2019

Much love to this bro! And happy birthday to him again...        (っ´▽`)っ ♥... 

Sunday, September 8, 2019

September 08, 2019

Like on His Blindness (Sonnet)


When I considered how my light is spent
O'er my days with this sugarcane that is short
I feel I need to rend or make repent
My call afore my birth He has given as my worth
I am away around feeling lost found laughing amid good friends
Poking fiends n' wishing 'em baptised to end my shame
The cross I have on my neck is loaded light
The force backing up my plight is purity.

When's  the last time you considered a short ODE like that?
I have seen enough that death has seen his own end
My call I wish I would water or bend
But zillions be the art at His bidding speed
So should I reject the truth to trudge the right thoroughfare?
Even or though my white is watered dirt because of my weed
Till in my own shroud; I will ne'er wait to declare.

© 2015 Jodekss Gloatkenf

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

August 13, 2019

Releasing by Jodekss Gloatkenf

I͟t͟ c͟o͟u͟l͟d͟ b͟e͟ a͟w͟k͟w͟a͟r͟d͟ a͟t͟ f͟i͟r͟s͟t͟, b͟u͟t͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ d͟o͟e͟s͟n͟'t͟ m͟e͟a͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ i͟s͟ n͟o͟t͟ t͟r͟u͟e͟. A͟s͟ t͟i͟m͟e͟ a͟d͟v͟a͟n͟c͟e͟s͟ s͟w͟e͟e͟t͟ f͟e͟e͟l͟i͟n͟g͟s͟ b͟e͟c͟o͟m͟e͟ m͟u͟t͟u͟a͟l͟, h͟e͟a͟v͟e͟n͟l͟y͟. 

J͟o͟d͟e͟k͟s͟s͟ G͟l͟o͟a͟t͟k͟e͟n͟f͟


Scamp we all have been
Funny! Just at some junction as we arouse so
Those mighty moments when we men with women
Would imagine an honeymoon in the far laps of Finland's
thousands lakes below whilst thousands more islands lie adjacent from Indo
Cuddly us on paradise's golden floors with diamonds glowing virtuous clouds
And melodies of angelic skanking tools bolting us closest on foamy lilies....
Oh I have been there too, severally too!
As my mates have too, severally too
Some would lie true; skirts pretend shoo
When we lie in the sweet lies in our heads
Which release us from the anxiety of a first kiss of the Ms, Mrs
Or the trepidation that sucks like black hole of a first injection
Then ejection... pours cloudy cream clearing
the clam 'cross our mouths to make lousy moan:
"More, more, tour, turn - more, oh more!"
Tho' in reality releasing can be ruse or sore.

Could you imagine the ROMANCE OF ADETUTU?!

© 2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf

Monday, June 17, 2019

June 17, 2019

Jodekss Wick [Prosaic Poesy]

Jodekss Wick:
Pretty is my precious haven even if petty
With my lone memories of a faintly jump-starts
To this life’s own one of worst pin-ful pokes
With my many years of poetic champ bearing by
my fingers as a pengician on triggers to pen
For future fame or at least a pastoric popular demand
for a start or so; on my bed-bugged bed amassing fury
Came not comely dirty heads to to to disturb my funky peace.
Who art thou?

Bunch of bad bard as bad ass:
We are the dawn to your dusk
We are the dusk to your dawn
Your haven reeks like your decaying gut
This piece of peace you hype in your bed
Your petty bed we are to burn with the poorly
made-up memories of your affection we refill
with tons of thorn and at your turn your stars
We are painting into black and this we are
Beginning to bring by setting ablaze your bed bard.

They matched like macho men meaning their means with their versed machetes marring the made up merry looks of the mournful merry man. Dragged his fine filthy feet off the bed-bugged bed, removed the bed bugs and replaced his favourite bugs with white multimillion mighty milking maggots. Set his professional pens ablaze and milked the melted plastics and rubbers and metals on his metacarpals. Clothed his rolls with rolling flames— so thick like the pacing preposterous creamy clouds among other kinky clouds in the seated up skies really rendering him so silly and thus justly just jocular feeling fulfilled whilst he was gasping garnering resources of the amassed funky fury to repay just in the same flawless fold, but better flawless victory.

Read THE CHANGE

A narrator’s narrative:
Well, he aroused with his pen in a godlike fury
Paced into the ramparts that ran through his storey
All are falling and the flames of his fine belongings
were still there with their hands up wailing and weeping
Screaming why and why aloud into Wick’s and his spirit
Which was unto one got broken into thirty three trillions apiece
As broken as this bard be on his broken base thus came a broken bed bug
With broken scalp and legs and arms and hands and stomachs cut opened
Holding his hands up high to the burning ceiling seeing to his eyes saying
“Avenge us” and he died just at then, then he screeched out and his big bard blubbering verse
Was reviewed even the dens and deserts in hell and the factors in the abyss began
To purchase tickets to watch Wick’s vendetta as come back of a broken spirited spirit:
Cut the crap
Crossed his shrill
Crossed the street
Sat no more
Stood and paced
Matched in ‘n out
Found his coin
Rapped in loin
Bought a pen
More Pens
Poured inks
More inks
Bought a roll
Borrowed more
Wore his wear
Black and black
Shoes were black
Gloves were red
And were black
Packed his muse
Much more muse
Moved with irk
Energy grossed
Met them sleep
Woke them up
Gave them chance
Threw them pens
Threw them rolls
Attacked them
Countered them
Stunts on them
Twisted them
Turned them
Flipped there
Dodged glare
Lithe, numb them
Pierced, sew them
Sent their limbs
On their feet
They muffled
Set their balls
on blue fires
They screamed
Took their bed
And shredded their
Chairs and stools
Stooped their tallness
Short and stretched
Their short limbs
Into miles’ meters
Plugged their eyes
to their ball pens
Wrote their worth
in pencils
sealed these
Slit dearly rare
Their existence there
Through their throat
Then wobbled home
Back into shambles
And rested his pens.

©2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

April 30, 2019

How to answer Query Letter by Jodekss


One of the things which might safe 🅐🅝 🅔🅜🅟🅛🅞🅨🅔🅔 the stress which comes with getting ‌🇫‌🇮‌🇷‌🇪‌🇩🔥 without notice and running about in kilter looking for another job is responding to queries a͟p͟p͟r͟o͟p͟r͟i͟a͟t͟e͟l͟y͟.

Life is full of eventualities, which come as different circumstances.

And life doesn't care if one is an employee or a job seeker. It just let things happen to us as it sees fit leaving us to handle them as we could.
So, as an ‌🇪‌🇲‌🇵‌🇱‌🇴‌🇾‌🇪‌🇷or for the sake of who are more affected, an ‌🇪‌🇲‌🇵‌🇱‌🇴‌🇾‌🇪‌🇪, at times, even without intention, we go against the institution's 🅡🅤🅛🅔🅢 🅐🅝🅓 🅡🅔🅖🅤🅛🅐🅣🅘🅞🅝🅢, which would then make the authority to serve a ‌🇶‌🇺‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾 letter.

In what areas do we mostly get queries from from institutions?

Well, the commonest are:

ʟᴀᴛᴇɴᴇss, ɴᴇɢʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɪɴsᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɪsᴍ.

Any of those could see you fired but you can save the situation by apologising for such misconduct how?

A well ‌🇼‌🇷‌🇮‌🇹‌🇹‌🇪‌🇳 ‌🇷‌🇪‌🇸‌🇵‌🇴‌🇳‌🇸‌🇪 to the ‌🇶‌🇺‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾 served.

An instance of what could make an employee to be absent is ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ʜᴀD ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ...

And the boss would have begun to heat up 😠😡...
Getting prepared long lines of questions as ‌🇶‌🇺‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾 letter not knowing what was happening actually.

Bosses or General Managers are human beings too, ‌🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌🇾 ‌🇫‌🇪‌🇪‌🇱, cut them they will bleed.

Yes, the boss, he or she, might be hell mad for being absent, but yet, a good response to the query served might even make him or her pity and assist the matter betrer.

🇳‌🇴‌🇼❕❕❕ 

There are 5 things, prepared, for us, no how to go about writing or answering a query politely and correctly.

Understand the message.

This will get you to know how to respond effectively and not beating around the bush. Bᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsʜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ actually be seen to connoting you don't value the job at all. And then, even if the boss wasn't ready to fire, the thought would begin growing.

Understand the content to know angle from which you have to come in through.

Understand the tone depicted in the message. Responding in calmer tone would help.

Even if it is an accusation of what you don't know about, let the response be professional, direct and on point.

Have a rough sheet beside you, you'd. Analyse or put down the points you will like to use in the writing.

Don't dare sound arrogant or lousy i͟f͟ y͟o͟u͟ h͟a͟v͟e͟ n͟o͟t͟ g͟o͟t͟ a͟n͟o͟t͟h͟e͟r͟ j͟o͟b͟ o͟f͟f͟e͟r͟ s͟o͟m͟e͟w͟h͟e͟r͟e͟ e͟l͟s͟e͟. 😐

‌🇶‌🇺‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾 is served in formal setting. Therefore, it is expected to respond with formalness either. Remove all sorts of familiar remarks and sound so off as if you don't actually have any familiarity with the boss in case there is one with him or her. The business is real and serious.

This is so as your absenteeism, for instance, could cripple the whole establishment completely.

Don't argue.

The ‌🇫‌🇮‌🇷‌🇸‌🇹 ‌🇹‌🇭‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬 that must begin the first paragraph must be acknowledging you are at fault.

Back that immediately with concrete evidence of why the absenteeism happened if you have one.

Again, don't beat around the bush.

It is also a formal letter, we are not expected to bore the very busy General Manager with long tales.

Straight to the point with action words but yet with mild tone and somber mood.

It is expected to be succinct and grammatically okayed.

At this point.

Let me hint that @ Jodekss Writing and Editing Services owned by me, we could write you your ‌🇶‌🇺‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾 response, provided you are busy or something else.

We could help and ‌🇵‌🇷‌🇴‌🇴‌🇫‌🇷‌🇪‌🇦‌🇩 or ‌🇪‌🇩‌🇮‌🇹 as well for grammatical perfection.

The following is the sample of the arrangement with an instance as typed by me on my MS word.

You would see clearly how it has been arranged. That is how a ‌🇶‌🇺‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾 ‌🇷‌🇪‌🇸‌🇵‌🇴‌🇳‌🇸‌🇪 should be done.

Here are the content:

The General Manager,
Jodekss Company,
P.O Box 9999,
Buhari City.
Dear Sir/Ma,
RE: RESPONSE TO YOUR QUERY LETTER FOR ABSENTEEISM ON 25TH APRIL, 2019.
My misconduct on absenteeism on 25th April, 2019 was not deliberate. I left home early as usual in order to get to office on or before 8:00am, but around 15 minutes past 7:00am, my car broke down at the middle of the road. I tried to inform the permission officer but his lines were not active at the moment. I was though able to reach out to him 3 hours later, after I had managed to tow the car to a safe spot. Attached are the screenshot of my call log in the morning on 25th April, 2019 and the photo of where my car broke down at.
Through this organisation, I have been in a position to develop my career and be efficient as and when due.
I promise to always be punctual by leaving for office even earlier henceforth, in case such repeats itself, so that it would not stop me from getting to office on time to carry out duties assigned me.
Thank you!
Yours faithfully,
(Your signature should be here)
Emmmanuel Muhammed.

If there is any questions, sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs,...., ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ through the comment box below.

‌🇹‌🇭‌🇦‌🇳‌🇰‌🇸❕ 








Monday, November 19, 2018

November 19, 2018

Acrostic -- NYSC by Jodekss


Nigeria, we have come comely to serve yeah
Ye our dear father land Really Relying Right
Seeking peace n' unity be as compatriots
Calling out loud: "letting let love lead's what we need."

NB:
NYSC -- NATONAL YOUTHS SERVICE CORPS.

This is a one year calendar programme every in indigene graduate of Nigeria has got to undergo by serving her before actually being recognised as a really proficient graduate within the jurisdictions of the country.

That is what Jodekss is doing just now as NYSC corp member.

Saturday, August 11, 2018

August 11, 2018

Diary by Jodekss


Over the years till yet I have been hanged to falling wall, rigged in cactus field and nailed like they did the disciples; and I have been made to watch these people I love in truth indeed as I have myself, direct beasts, whose barking sounds have lousy sibilance, they breed up for agony to leak my blood as they drip one after the other as they call me names such as weirdo, weird, crazy one, complex fellow, complicated bla bla bla and the likes simply because I tell and live for the truth always, anywhere, anyhow. But I still continue to love them, I only have one enemy in this universe and that entity remains Beelzebub himself.

I have learnt silently, experimented on fellows painfully and I have come to conclude actually that the strangest things and the scariest things to humankind are the truths and whoever chooses to tell them would not be wore a crown of victory but a gore of contemnation, cuss, campaign of calumny, hatred, aversion, condescension and all other sorts of incredible terms synonymous even from among familiar faces.

But, let's make a recourse to what St. Jerome spewed concerning truth back in the 17th century, he emphasised:
"If an offence come out of the truth, better is it that the offence come than that the truth be concealed."

Hence, I live for the truth and will leave for the same at the appropriate time. May Father have mercy! Much love!

©Jodekss 10/08/18

Thursday, February 22, 2018

February 22, 2018

Happy birthday dear Ayomide


Oh rejoice Ay, rejoice for
blessings fill the skies painting 'em blue and pink
As the hands of winds wave goodbye hash weather for you
As kind kings and queens have come to pay you homage
With packs of gifts in their diamond carts
Gifts from the king of kings and Lord of lords
Gifts of joy and happiness
Of long life without one strife
Of monies and sweet memories
And then another gifts in one letter sealed
Break the seal as it is full of peace AY mide
Rejoice and dance like never before
Thrust your behind forwards and backwards like never before
Thanks for being there like never before
Thanks for caring like never before
Thank your parent[s] for their services like never before
Happy birthday happy lovely fine girl, o ya dance ya photos with your pinafore!
©Jodekss (っ´▽`)っ ♥

Thursday, October 26, 2017