ABETYU (Puzzle Poetry)

If 1, 2, 3 is boring
And 3, 2, 1 is telling
Let’s try a 2, 3, 1,
…3, 1, 2
To find the knot of this non conforming

the Static is statistics of highest of the mark celebratory beauty every
the It takes of achievers shape
bodies and not to wrinkle carved
which Cultivate habits around growth orbits
lust and not

woman Once, a to feed chose beauty her body
her Rather than infant brain very
from She went to Zack Desmond
and Pecking wealth faultless paupers sweeping
…rubbish onto the of disrespect damp

even Time watched it walked as
head Shaking its utter disgust in
pushed Until it onto the her wrinkles stage of
her Wealthies ignored
her Paupers ridiculed
fell As she their laps onto
from By falling pesty wealth her

pauper, An ostracized finally realized she
worst Was the any one that be could ever
can For company up for make money lack of
and Her perplexity forced her shame noose into a
She knotted since her teen
life Squeezing the of her out minutes in long
longer Which lasted her five than living decades of
the And became bad example village’s
teach Used to bragging bodies beautiful
…their to feed infant brains very
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 17, 2020

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6 replies on “ABETYU (Puzzle Poetry)”

Below is the solved version of Mum Cee’s puzzle poetry, BEAUTY.
It’s a lovely interesting piece. Enjoy it.
Static is the highest statistics of the mark of every celebratory beauty
It takes the shape of achievers and not bodies carved to wrinkle
Cultivate habits which orbit around growth and not lust
Once, a woman chose to feed her body beauty
Rather than her very infant brain
She went from Desmond to Zack,
Pecking wealth and sweeping faultless paupers
…onto the rubbish damp of disrespect.
Time watched even as it walked
Shaking its head in utter disgust
Until it pushed her onto the stage of wrinkles
Wealthies ignored her
Paupers ridiculed her
As she fell onto their laps
By falling from her pesty wealth
An ostracized pauper she finally realized
Was the worst that any one could ever be
For company can make up for lack of money
Her perplexity and shame forced her into a noose
She knotted since her teen
Squeezing the life out her in long minutes
Which lasted longer than her five decades of living
And became the village’s bad example
Used to teach beautiful bragging bodies
…to feed their very infant brains.

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Mum Cee, this is a high level, mind-boggling piece. It’s indeed a puzzlingly puzzling piece.
This piece, certainly, will throw many skulls off board due to its puzzling nature. But it’s so ironic that such a beautifully sterling piece with a captivating title, ‘BEAUTY’ will rather throw many off board.

This piece discusses a very common, sensitive societal issue/canker of how some women prioritise the development of their physical beauty over every other thing—not excluding critical thinking or developing the intellect—and spend the productive years of their lives living unguardedly lavishly with the luxuries they acquire with their beautiful bodies from as many men as can afford. The poem mentions how this, in the end, when time has bidden farewell to the women involved, births regrets and dejection and can result in one putting her own self into perpetual sleep.

It’s a wonderful poem, dissuading young women from just focusing on their physical beauty to use as baits to magnetise wealthy men to themselves, but rather develop their intellect and being in entirety.

I love this beautiful puzzling poetic piece crafted in an uncommon style.

Great piece, Mum Cee. Kudos!!

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