To myself to I, to God I asked
what nature of sample shall I give,
the tribute must be something, already possessed
and not a thing to be acquired or easily accessed,
what type of treasure, what placid pleasure,
what measure of scintillating success should be expressed,
many feelings, dealings, winnings and blessings I have
like the menificent merchant of an ageless & melancholy market,
however I am disinterested in the buying & selling of impressive items,
something of my core should be present, priceless, respirative,
multitudes give Deity thick thanks in pompous prayers
or grim graveling of worship,
others offer animal immolation or coin from shallow pocket,
as does everyone I experience the panic of pain,
that terrible teacher of no remorse whose curriculum
makes carion of cowards,
but as a student of Life and thus a pupil of pain
I realised that my mind can be a calm cistern,
my heart a coffer of adversity's copious rewards,
the determination is made,
my proudest possession, enlightenment derived from pain,
enchanting and admonishing like the howls hungry beasts,
a gift of character, a jewel of dreams manifest,
God accepted and said,
" Someone, somewhere, somehow is suffering to better feats" -
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Univetse blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
Poem for a sleeping child
There’s a wish to wander in your cool innocence
and cruise the thoughttides of no
responsibility—so easily you wipe your
shoeless feet on the ever waiting door
mat of socialization. How can I help you keep your
tender "souls" intact—your tread from
wearing thin out of align so as not to
fall flat. Your easy grace put to an
unfair test of ill-will winds blowing
carelessly at your soft back. I long for your sweet
calm at rest so deep so empty filled with
solid happiness—you know you are loved
beyond any measure that’s human or infinite. If
I could walk with you for a moment and peek
quietly at your conscience-----but no-it's yours
and no Dooleys allowed. Forgive me to
want to intrude on your ever pleasant play-would you
share with me like the kernel of rice or
squashed raisin-I might, but only if we all
can go. Keep it hold it for as long as you
can-as it suddenly disappears without a trace
never to be found again lest you become your
own sondaughter and learn to bask on
the outside looking in—---and be content. I
will live to never intrude on your soulspace,
but will always knock first. I am sorry ahead
of time for any pain I cause—for my mat
was torn treaded , muddy and ragged—my
sleep had no wanting witness. But I promise
to watch over you all ways.
Dave Collins collincd. Song, Poem for a sleeping child, by Kevin Ubanks
It takes a man with fiery guts
To stand the heat of the spiteful lots
Of little greats still untamed
And future stars still unnamed.
The sweat never ceased to fall
And the stress really took a toll
But success came out after all
Making the stress worthy of all.
Though no thanks be said or showed
And no hats be tipped or bowed
Always remember you are beloved
By those hearts you ploughed and sowed.
I woke up from the cradles of slumber
My morning eyes opened slowly
My mind frolicked and sang with peace
Remembering your words
So kind, so memorable were they!
So sweet, so genuine are you!
The mere thought of you takes away the assertive blue
It is a wonder I have come across your mind
It is a blessing like no other—a true, treasurable find!
And there are no words that can truly give you the honor you deserve
But take these, please!
And know there is so much more. . .
So much more that I wish to offer you
Your never-ending thoughtfulness and attention
Has filled me with unremitting appreciation
You really are a beautiful light to my world
Cheering my melancholy with joy
I have never found someone quite like you
And that is the beauty of it all
Finding the gold
The sunlight smiling for your marvelous shine
There is just no other like you!
I would never turn my eyes away
There is just no possible way
That is a blessing I count close to the heart
Finding you, such a rare piece!
Finding you in a churning world of excitement and chaos
Finding you with such delight and gratitude
Thank you so much, Duke!
Thank you for being you!
-Dedicated to a very fine poet named Duke Beaufort-
This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead
lover’s silken skin…
I know now you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow
me into our karmic destiny…
On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree,
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…
I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…
This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.
Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.
Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.
You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.
Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream
Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
the mighty Big Red.
And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were
known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
add to Big Red’s might.
I stand in awe of Sooner Magic. No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
glorified the name.
Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
They play the game.
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
When I am gone
For the good times we had
The moments that I was able
To make you happy,
even if for very, a very short time
I would, if I could make those moments sublime
When you forget about me
I shall never be angry, I will never envy
For you shall always remain
I see the whispers of a new day upon the dew laden ground
I must awaken my soul to the new start that I have found
Way beyond the valley floor I seek a new day
I travel lightly as I wander and begin to pray
Sketched among the larkspur and daffodils I find solace
I wander to an ageless maple tree and find quiet justice
Yonder above a time worn cliff I see magic brewing
An eagle and its young are beginning breakfast chewing
Wandering along I see Gods' magic paintbrush everywhere
Tokens of a new beautiful day is upon me to share
I kindle my restless heart with a truth in knowing
That I have found my savior at what He is showing
Leave me the hell alone she cries
Inside her aching head
I've had much more than I can take
Sometimes I feel I'm dead
Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake
Alone on Calvarys Hill
How much can a body take
When your mind has had its fill
A light so bright and hopeful
A picture perfect birth
A world of wonder, laid before
This seedling of the earth
To nurture's but a wistful dream
A momentary lapse
A father wrapped up in himself
A mom lost in her past
Can harm I do while wishing
The Angels gentle hands
Embrace this failing empty shell
This web of empty strands
A love of love itself it seems
Of passion and desire
Turns Sailors into monsters
And Mothers into liars
What makes a wonder wonderful
What makes a blessing blessed
'Tis you alone we come to know
When not so self- obsessed
Lord, help us not to lose your light
And wallow in the dirt
And help instead to nurture
All we're given at our birth
A wish alone can guide us
If truth is what we seek
Protect the weak and hungry
The burdened and the meek
Lord, make me strong enough to show
The children in my care
Their path is guided by your light
Their Souls are in your care
Beloved child of love,
Help me overcome fear
As to sacrifice my ego
On the altar of
© Demetrios Trifiatis
9 January 2013
I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...
While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving
You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...
Goodbye My Love...
Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills,
I write of Aaron Guttery
Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would,
By simply reading his poetry
With a pen in hand and vast of oceans of ink
He's ready to tackle the world, swim or sink
He's been here, just thirteen years on God's green earth
And already he knows the difference between price tag and worth
It's not about package, for that's just flashy covering for the stuff kept inside
Though very talented he doesn't gloat - but recalls how Satan's first sin was pride
He had a brave and humble mission to show us the world in a totally different light
When things are tough you can't just wait for the storm to pass,
You adjust the sails and face the night
The world is a top and we simply tag along for the ride
Unaware of those that have to fight just to survive
He wrote raps like Misfit - telling everyone he was an outsider looking in
But he also wrote Irreplaceable - exposing the heart of gold hidden within
Through all the hard times and he still exalts the Savior
It's written right there in black and white, you can see it through his behavior
He told me once "I don't believe I have anything to envy".
But I can plainly see that's just not true
Through the solace of mind to pen, and pen to paper, he sees clearly
There's just no way around it, words are stuck on him, like stubborn glue
Men four times his age are still looking for "the next big thing"
Still not knowing how precious little joy that brings
To relish in the temporary, with all your might,
To fall in love with a moment that's born to die
All the while the questions that were worthy of asking
Are held up above like so many stars in the sky
Keep writing on, my friend. You affect the world than you know.
There is much more life in store for you
And I hope you share it with us all, as you continue to grow
Keep your feet on the ground and head in the clouds
Life ain't a library, so if you got something to say, shout it out loud
Those that matter will listen with their ears perked to the extreme
And those that just roll their eyes aren't worthy of being apart of your dream
Never ditch your sense of true importance,
Life will throw curveballs, and at times you'll even spit out teeth
But I've seen your resilience and have no doubt
That no matter what, you'll continue to follow your feet
NOTE: Aaron Guttery is a poet here on P-Soup. I wrote this because I believe his work needs to be more known... come take a look at his page :)
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Ode To Pretty Cat
My cat has female inclinations when it purrs
It does not speak in English using words
But has a perfect soul
Pretty Cat gets by, with its billowy fur
Prefers not fighting and takes flight
At any sign of danger or such notions
Avoids all confrontations
Wears his fluffy yellow hair like gold
He spreads out on his pillows that are its oceans
Unfolds, unfurls his coat in thick proportions
Spoiled, preened and cleaned in lotions
He’s such a pretty boy
Curtains hang as clouds, as distractions
Such fun and dangling’s, to drag them down, as pleasure toys
We smother him in kisses, emotions and affections
He’s such a pretty thing
Who simply glows
He’s almost human
It is a life of comforts, slumbering all day
I would love to be with kitty all the time
But work and life get in the way
So I must work so Pretty Cat can play
It dreams in feline tiny mind expressions
Short cat naps at a time of happy things and smiles
Imagines fish and birds served up in style with some cat nip
Pretty Cat has no place to go so it grows fat
We pet him for hours while he rolls on his back
I just love being with my little friend
A true city kitty cat
Though he is very old he stays real sweet and pretty
My heart jumps, as it attacks the string I hold
It clings to it and swings with fevered paws
As bright green eyes follow like a tick tock clock
Pendulum like as the one thing in life he likes a lot
It is through comfort found in twine and string
My cat and I find true happiness in things
When I’m with Pretty Cat problems fade far away
Dissolve and melt into tomorrow with no sorrow
Where beauty alone cannot keep his lustrous eyes awake
Our play time has no measure in the hours
I always find pure pleasure with that Pretty cat of mine
Created on 11/04/14 for “Pets” -Poetry Contest
Heart by © Theresa Rossouw
Marshmallows bright some are mushy, soft, weak, jellyfish swimming in a cesspool of uncommitted, unloyal, uncaring mud. Their kindness a show, a facade, a mask. They never finish a single task. Don't father or parent, of commit themselves to anyone or anything, hollow and empty they never like a rose will bud.
Leathery, cracked and torn, some or sacks of sorrow, weary
and worn. Leaking tears and sighs they hide behind barriers, windows and walls, their misery, an echo through its passages and halls. Never yielding or trusting they flower not, the reason for living and loving,forgot.
Dark, musty, and spidery are those who have sold their joy to fright and fear, as evil, they allow to move in and draw near. No caring, shame, or guilt, conscience or love will you find here. Only sulphur, and stench and joy in your misery and pain, there power, their gain.
Open, free, uncaring, always giving are some, like shops without doors, they allow one to take and steal, trusting too easily, ending up shattered, ruptured and torn. Mending fast, plasters all over their wall, they always get up and stand up tall. Forgiveness their greatest weakness.
Sunbeams, bright and shiny, lighting up the world, some are darkness breakers and happiness makers. Their trust, and loyal devotion, always put great and wondrous events in motion. Light and sweet, gentle and meek, they are the ones everybody wants to keep. Their gift an eternal one, they are the precious jewel, from the Son.
May grace bring peace and calm
As each day lifts
A certain charm
In wondrous gifts.
May dream greet pulse and tact
As moments come
In spur of acts
That match fond sums.
May thought merge with fond will
As feelings tell
A tale of fill
To cast new spells.
May feel attract bold form
As if to speak
Of inner norms
That force new peaks.
May work and play align
As purpose stays
On sure design
That knows the way.
May voice greet choice that moves
As passion streams
Each path and groove
To set the dream.
30 August 2014
"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
My thoughts they roil like waters dark
in the abyss of blackest night
with memories of mother’s book marks
of Longfellow read by lamp light.
She called in the room around me
the patter of other small feet,
her gentle voice fetched angels
Oh, rhymes how they astounded me
like lullabies soft and so sweet.
All fearsome shadows, she’d dispel
Maxine, my queen read Tennyson
and the Charge of the Light Brigade
a little girl dreamt of caissons
roll and thunderous cannonades.
To be so brave the small child mused
mother’s small, precious, heroine
what would it take to stand so strong
without father, and not confused
What words where the linchpin
to right mother’s tell tale wrong.
Such sad inspiration*.. mother
but a champion you were born.
You’re adored before all others
yet, tears bring memories forlorn.
So, dreams stream on of Mother Goose
three kittens and their mittens.
My visions of your fleeting smile
return almost every night,
and your spirit comforts, lightens
sights, if only for a little while.
The scent of your breath captured my innocence
With those candle-shaped fingers so soft and tender,
The eyes that spark with modesty and sensibility,
I'm yet beginning to lose my own self in the spiral of a never-ending journey.
Your flawless skin is as white as the snow
A perfect soul trapped in s perfect body of a man
Your words are as pure as the quiet lake of dote
With the touch that produces rhythm to a lifeless dream.
Every blink of your eyes imply affectionate devotion
Your moves are embedded with care and temperance
Staring at me like I'm the only woman on earth
I tried to jump away but you caught me in your supple arms.
you embrace me with security and praises
Worships like I'm an idol to whom you entrust your future
I wish you'd feel the silent desires of my heart
We'll together be floating then in a serene shimmering ocean.
If sleeping is the only medium to spend togetherness,
I would rather wake myself up and start a neophyte search
I'd take all the means to steal you from my mind
Eternally dreaming about the man I've only met from nowhere.
Love me like you're a prince
Be real and forget your home and your origination.
To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
By His goodness
And by His grace
A second with
> GOD <
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
The most Divine
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
That He should bring
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
And if their should ever be
A LOVE end everlasting
Then, I wish with all my
Heart, to spend
My life with you'
If their should ever be
An end ever lasting end
Then there is one question?
Where doe's my love
Began with you?
You are not a Diamond
You are my Triangle shaped
The " ' " is not necessary, so you make the inferance..be the " Back Seat Poet".
On this cold and rainy morning I wake to the soft sound of your breathing..
Your chest slowly moving up and down as you are far off in a land of dreams.
I caress your cheek,
careful not to wake you from what seems to be such a peaceful
Your skin so warm and soft against my cold hand,
I close my eyes and I drift as your sent fills my nostrils..
Slowly moving toward those plump lips,
they have been neglected of kisses for too long..
Pressing my lips to yours a small moan escapes me.
I feel your hand carefully move from its place of origin,
on your stomach, to my hip. Urging me closer, the heat rising off your body is so
I can hold back no longer. I plunge my tongue into your mouth, past
teeth, feeling so deep inside as i flick my tongue back and forth.
Soft caresses turn to tight grips, nails claiming flesh, heart pounding.
Moving into position, I climb atop of you..
In my mind
In reality, gasps for air trying to be caught.
No chance of stopping what I've started. Blurs of light shining from across the room,
whispers and panting saying "i love you".
In the end.. both left searching for the
air we had lost, legs unable to move, mind shut down, ecstasy swirling around
The horn blew as the wind picked the same moment
The note carried over the field and picking up speed
All memories of him drifted away as the bugle went silent
But she remained until the last rose
Later she would remember his last words
He had told her he would never forget her
And like the last star that goes where stars go
She went there as well
She went to that last rose and was comforted
She could feel his hands
She could smell his scent
And she saw the uniform and the horn
They met when he returned from the war and he had limped
He limped with warmth and with no complaint
They had one son but he did one too many bags
He carried his bags up his arm
And there was no bugle or wind
But there were roses and tears
They got through it with love and his limp
They sat on the porch rocking and remembered
Until his limp grew slower and the horn played
But the rose ...............
The first best friend I ever had,
you run miles in my dreams
You're by my side, you wait for me
You're loyal, you've always been
You never speak a complaining word
and your eyes always smile
You love me unconditionally,
You're open, like a child
And you'll live on here in my heart
for all my days on earth
Not Solomon's mines, nor Fort Knox gold
could equal a good dog's worth
When the guest are gone and the weather get's hot.
Face it with drink and hits the spot.
Do you want to be married or do you want to be right.
The bottle gets lower as you drink till you're tight.
Look in the mirror and search for your youth.
All that's found is you're long in the tooth.
Put on your makeup that gives you ten years.
The friends have gone and you're left with the tears.
Remembers the beauty from the days of your school.
The wine remembers and helps one to fool.
Long for those days when they bowed at your feet.
Another year older and have lost all your teeth.
By Patrick Cornwall to my Mother
For I still see your beauty. I love you
Today I whispered my fears to you --
Wrapped my arms around your hard body
Scales tickling the underside of my arms
You've been keeping my secrets
since I was ten
You were barely as big as I
You can almost touch the sky
Reach right up and greet the sun for me
I bury treasures at your feet --
Dig down deep into the earth
Careful not to tap a single root
You've been the protector of my bounty
for your entire life
What knowledge you bear, all for a little girl
In gratitude, as proof of Your love
You present to me
One perfect white blossom
Irony thick, that your drifting brings my dreams.
Your shallow breath contradicts my labored respiration.
In slumber you inspire. In sleep your made to tease.
Yearning for your not embrace, I revel in this bed.
To touch would ruin pleasure, small distance is sublime.
Symmetry defined, in lines subtle yet profound.
To look so long, your pulse captivated my stare.
Ironic that you're sleeping, yet the dream is mine alone.
Satisfaction in my hunger. Sated, in naught but your vision.
From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.
a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship
some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God
when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice
things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame
created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue
God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you
I need her !
© 2011 Justice Chikandamina
When, my Lord, shall You return,
When , to calm my heart in burn?
For, ages, I have searched the skies,
And tears, I shed from aching eyes.
At every thunder roaring high,
I hope to see the face of Thine.
At every lightning gleaming by,
I hope to meet You in the skies!
For, like a child away from home,
And like a leaf amidst the storm,
I seek the path I lost, the way
That leads me home when I'm astray.
Looking at your sexy curves turns me on like never before,
When I see you show tour self to me I get excited and want to explore you like never before.
Caressing your booty and holding you by your hips is like my dream,
entering inside you and pleasuring you while watching you scream.
When you show your self to me from behind I get way to excited,
Just burying myself in between your love would be like being inspired.
I want to feel your bodies warmth on my body,
I want to feel your breasts push up against my back and make me horny.
Touch me with your tiny little hands and make men ask for more,
I don't want to lose this feeling I want to feel your core.
Now show me what you can do and show me what else you got,
I want to see some more and maybe even a little touch.
And I see your back dragging the luggage.
That is all that is left.
Sitting with the ashes
You surrendered and won.
I see your white hat and the sun.
I had to see you in your glory
The parade was over before you could enjoy.
Ticker tape as those puzzles you loved.
You were brilliant.
Piecing each colored paper.
Only you could see and the clock ticking
And your not here.
I see you in the reflection of my thoughts.
A few here a few there we should have but we didn't.
The laughs all stopped but the light was still green.
Now it takes longer but we still get it done.
One more time and we just keep moving.
Paths are different now.
Trees are taller, reaching.
Vines dragging and the pulling.
Those lovely red roses are hiding.
And they were loved as you.
ODE TO THE ONE I SEEK part 1
Alone I am but not lonely
The you I sought is the one homely
Why do you from me hide your face?
A search for you is a maze
My gift to imagine and figure, for you worked not
I cried blood because you made me humane
I never knew, you were this close
It hurt me that you’re near a toe
Love was not what I seek
Greatness is my early morning milk
However, full in knowledge you made meek
How can I express with voice when my hand is sharp
God never told me, there is love
Now you have a spell over me, my dove
Give me time that I may see your glow
Tell me if I am a sinner and I will wear a saintly glove
And now I look down at her, her serene, angelic face
And the slight smile on her lips that has stayed
I think of how peaceful she looks,
In her death, all of her pain has been taken away
The pain has been passed on to me,
But I accept this suffering in all humility
Knowing she suffered much worse and far more,
Forever her pain is now a grander part of me
Now life's worth just our memories,
Everyday I relive them, our precious love story
I see her everyday, in the smiles of our four children,
I look forward to their visits, that's what keeps me going
Once I had thought I wouldn't last long,
Would die the very second she was gone
But I'm stronger now, facing her death and this emptiness in my life,
With the strength and courage to me, she passed on.
Every night my love, when I go to sleep,
I feel u lying next to me,
And everyday on my morning walks, I feel this tinkling in my palm,
As if u were there, holding my hand,
And then I look down and see...your invisible footprints in the sand.
I smile a little smile then, I knew u couldn't leave,
After all, you promised me eternity
And It's your presence in my life, that even after you died, has helped me stay alive
And it's your aura around me, that has helped me survive,
The biggest blow God gave me,
When He took you, 'Sabera'...the love and joy of my life, away from me.
Oh how can one capture
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature
The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
As if blessed
Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots
How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable
There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you.
You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me.
If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash.
Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven.
The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT.
I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong.
Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties.
Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face.
When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued.
Set for Contest!
...a darling dear of time is when the tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme,
the peak of a mountain top experiencing,
O' darling dear
a love letter,
just one of those things that
of the everlasting.
you, the one that I desire
fuel, thrown on a white hot fire
burning, slowly higher and higher
erasing, all those that were prior
you, a light that shines on me
a sea, that flows upon my beach
into shadows, far in you reach
showing, all that we can be
you, the one that holds me close
hiding, things I want to know
flickering, brightly the candle glows
wax, forms thick, and pools below
you, ease my mind, sooth the pains
losing, ground with what I gain
sun, shining after the monsoon rain
you remain—you remain
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,
smell of flowers in the spring
...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
making flavored coffee
a drink in the morning.
Come on my men, come back to rail,
And stop to shy away from duty at hand;
Now wear the steel, shed off the frail,
And join me we journey as a stronger band.
We can't up hands while we be called men,
And lose the Game and earn the Shame;
Let's add to nine one-- that becomes ten,
Something stronger; a form of fame.
Come on my men, join me at it,
We be a bold band none can break;
Watching friend's back though hardest be hit,
Never turning back until victory we make.
Aiming higher ever, never settling for less,
Yearning to be the leading lad or lass;
Doing by the rewarding art of stick-to-it-ness,
Building better to best, as the bee does.
A soliloquy comes over me as a testament to this great rock.
The names and dates and markings from generations ago unlock,
those that past this way on foot and ox and horse,
and those that never made it here; to chisel and endorse.
Silent now are the graves that sit beside this place,
and the thousands that pass by and give respect to unknown names.
A rot-iron fence sit's where some say they lay
the children that may have died here; is also where they played.
Stone scratched history, tar and paint,
the rolling Sweetwater accentuates,
this giant rock where thousands now have trod,
left with only the name,
of Independence Rock.
~La' Luna De' Morte'~
As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss
Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee
Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve
Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...
...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!
Tear me not from Thee apart,
And fill with love, this weakened heart.
Give me hope, I seek to see,
Give me courage to worship Thee.
I give myself in Thy mighty hands,
Shield me in the desert sands.
Hide me from the devil's eyes,
Restrict my tongue from telling lies.
Purify my sinful soul,
Make me always bright and bold.
Encourage me to fight for Thee,
Prepare me for my victory!
Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardour
Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness
Imageless and almost senseless...
Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity
Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity
Just living with my own nothingness
Dumb and almost senseless...
Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions
Can't speak and expound my real emotions
Can't shout out loud, just living with silence - soundless
Dumb and almost senseless...
Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve
Can't act, can’t execute, can’t move - there's no relieve
Just living with myself, occupied by loneliness
Cripple and now USELESS
Balked, feeble, depraved, weak - a YOUNG LOSER
Living with the lies through one's teeth? Will never be ...
And will never SURRENDER
~~~Armed to the TEETH with Faith and Devotion~~~
our children dacing
dacing at the sight of lighted bulbs
like when the eclipse occured
but their hope dashed
but his wealth is intact
for his greatest grand children
children that are more equal
more equal than the others
our mouths now salivates
on seeing mere nuts
like dogs for bones
bones of our lost sons
sons last seen on april
april of the pools
pools of ballots
ballots of inec
our stomach now speak
speak like the dogs
dogs that came beyond the sea
but they have learnt
learnt to look
look since their demands were not meet
our youths now play in moonlight
play games in the sand
games out of fustration
fustration due to lack of job
our graduates now employed
employed in barrow pushing company plc
with first class honours
obtained from war front
our universities now battle fields
our wards soliders
only to come home
with paper to prove it
all their hopes in it
in the designed paper
paper that cannot feed
even the fetus in the woman
they made him believe them
them that are beyond the sea
that his wealths are safe
though they beautify their land with it
he knew not that the value of
his wealth has been used
used to tare their roads
used to build schools
used to build hospitals
used to make things better
used to empower their people
used to make them what they claim
those beyond the sea
though his wealth are safe
it have generated hundred times
to say the least, its worth
he claims to be rich,
the cock that crew
the dogs that bark
the cricket that creaks
the youths that riots
the children that cries
all are saying in Unison
wake up and behave
like a black though are
for our blood flows in you
let them know that we have an origin
our origin so strong
our strenght so wisely use
our wisdom cannot be decieved
wake up and take from them
the wealth they took from us
wake up and suprise them
and make our homes the dream land
the dream land of our fathers
those that fought till sleep came
and those that still wait for sleep to emerge
wake up and let them know
that our wealth we can manage
to make our homes eden
the eden our fathers lived in
For our tribes are stong
as strong as the lion
the lion accros the equator
our home the heart of Africa
Wanted to write something so special
That you would not be able to resist
Coming to me
Could not find any word
That suits this beautiful soul of yours
I searched the horizon
Could not find anything
That could neither compliment nor compare
Again and again
I looked every corner every where
Here at last in stand in the gardens of heaven
If Eve was not created first
Nay Jo would have been here
Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do,
you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you.
Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful,
even walking around naked around the streets would be cool.
But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again.
No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end.
Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday.
When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay.
Mine has walked away on me,
I was so blind that i couldn't see.
She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be,
but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end.
Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed,
writing this is more painful than getting over screwed.
Writing this is more painful than words,
writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords.
No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out,
the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout.
haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this,
is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief?
The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine,
i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that.
No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again,
if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.
He was renowned for farming
ploughing lands as large as atlantic
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got
Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use of his wealth
to paint their town more white
he thinks his wealth is safe
but the value they use
promising him security and secrecy
to shut their mouth from his people
his pots occupied
by cockroach and rats
as had been aboandoned by his wife
his children grow everyday
developing big belly and head
He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp
but he claims to be rich
his children goes fishing to pay their fees
the school fees he has refused to pay
they built a school for their wards
and beg them to look inside papers
nobody pays a penny
those are the people beyond the sea
his wealth is intact
but had been used
times without number for their anuual budget
they beyond the seas
Worms leak his intestine
and his offsprings from six to two
he took their looks to the people
the people beyond the sea
they gave him a name "Malaria"
Malaria took them all
contented he came
carring no less for his kwashiokor wards
His bicycle like buried iron
yet he appears before his kinsmen
to speak in language that tingles
they smirk at him
though the gods let him live
his expliots and wealth
managed and utilized by the people
the people beyond the sea
he claims to be learned
while they have brain washed him
he trusted them
and left our heritage
the gods forbide
our black heritage
that our fathers died to protect
like our brotherly love
that forbade greed
he forgot our maxim
that of Unison
him that our fathers gave the "Ofor"
the Ofor that represents power
power to protect our interest
our black interest
the gods bear us witness
witness of our unquenched suffering
starving in front of plenty
plenty at the so called bank
banks beyond the sea banks
the name for their civilised theft
theft because they use the value
the value of your wealth
to reinforce themselve
the Ofor has fallen
from his hands
the gods has departed from him
but he will not believe
our chambers now lagoons
lagoons from the light shawers
our tables now canoes
and soup spoons paddle
mosquitoes now our pets
nursing our children
our working age amended
starting from 6 to sleep
our heads now bald
not from age
but from fetching water
water from the eden
I stayed at your house, I thought would be fine
I thought I'd be welcomed caused you stayed at mine
I cleaned your house, moped your floors to
You made me feel like mud on the bottom of your shoe
At my house you were lazy thought you were a queen
but I didn't complain, didn't want to be mean
At my house you were welcomed to do as you pleased
even gave you a key made you feel at ease
At your house I was snubbed, made to feel like a fool
God forbid I'd talk too loud, or break some other rule
You were a stranger to me yet, I took you in, I thought
we were closer, even considered you a friend
But you turned on me, forgot the things I'd done
considered you part of the family for the sake of my son
But turns out you were only a disappointment at best
thought you were kinda special, sorry, but you failed the test
I guess it brought you pleasure to treat me like you did
you had no respect for me, you acted like a kid
It's kinda sad things turned out this way, it didn't
have to be
All it took was a softer heart, but you wasted time hating me
I hope to never be your houseguest again, and I hope
you're never mine
because never laying eyes on you again, would suit me just
Silence is the ultimate
In the praises' of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
With remote authentic'
But with Servealty
Fore He hath given us
For so long and so fully
Well, I commend thee
I give to him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
Never the less
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Fore I am at your feet
You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally,
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…
I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…
Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart,
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…
On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...
I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…
Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal” n’ your
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’
a touch of a feather upon my face…
I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were your
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at
play this day…
Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…
Old men and red wine (Portugal)
In the bodega old men drink red wine (never white)
They are proud of their elderliness and solves
The worlds many problems; something about keeping
your head down and work hard.
Then as shadows fall and night approaches, they go
home to wives who scold them gently for smelling of wine
but they do hope to meet their old friends tomorrow
afternoon at the bodega.
Not many bodegas left now, big wooden caskets of wine,
sink counter and stone floors, wine bars are taking over,
bottles of showy wine with posh labels like that should
have anything to do with friendship.
American Pit Bulls Are a dangerous breed
They will lick you till you cant breath
They will make you laugh till your rolling on the floor
they will love you and beg for more
Oh Yes They are so dangerous and mean
when it is feeding time best not let the cat be seen
They might stop eating their kibbles to play
Or want you to rub their bellies that special way
Mines Name is Saddie Lynn
She drives me crazy sometime
But I would never hurt her nor her me or my friends
Because I am her protector and she is mine
So watch out for the badest breed ever bread
the American Pit Bull you will not be able to give away
The one who sleeps at the head of your bed
And keeps all the bad stuff at bay
I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has
He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact
To sow where he care not to reap
And give where, he does not get back
To solve a problem not of his making
Standing as beacon of hope in the face of upmost despair
And flow freely like an oasis in the silent desert
Shining like a million stars in the steep darkness
I know of the young-man who
Drank richly of some foreigners’ fount of knowledge
Years ago, way back at an ancient city of the Yorubas
An unsure future was secured, se t on path of greatness
Filled with such wholesome inspiration
He caught a glimpse of tomorrow vision
And before him was set a life mission
Which he pursued with uncommon passion
To start a national social redemption
He with other berthed the ship of change and silent revolution
In business as in charity
At a Lagos unusual port, in Surulere, at Obele community
He with some inspired men and women with pen and white chalk
Walked rather than talk the talk
Breaking the jinx of decades of failure and annual underachievement
Setting loose and dreaming
Another generation of Nigerian graduates
Inspiring many to take up arms of service, destroying
reign of woes of secondary education among the tomorrow leaders
Selflessly in the spirit of giving back
That success baton once received a generation earlier
Now with duty being passed to the future runners
To stop the wanton waste
Of the so called wasted generation
Enlivening J. F. Kennedy age long mantra
‘Not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for her’
If the Americans has Peace Corps reaching the corners of the world
The man and co. decided
Nigerians can have Volunteers Corps reaching the end of Africa
Imbued with the power of one, driven by a unity of one team
Volunteer Corps was brought forth to life
By men and women, grandly inspired
Ahead of the pack, dangling the magic wand of change
With deftly touch and humblest of heart
Is the man called Ademola Aladekomo
He is a volunteer; A volunteer of volunteers.
Love and romance wrapped them
She could hear the beating of his heart,
Memories cascaded through their minds
It seems like old times again;
Staring at the fiery horizon-
Mesmerized by the magnificent scene
Looking into his dark and mysterious eyes
A moments of silence followed-
Love was on the air.
The fire exists...
Yet still, the feelings are mutual
Time and distance-
Dare not to extinguish,engulfed them.
Music played in their hearts,
It was going to be FOREVER.
I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight.
Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision
Oh my Lord, your one decision,
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.
She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane
And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man
And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence
And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me
And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now,
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness
For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.
It's hard really;
To describe you in one word,
But if I had to, you'd be my
Maybe that counts as two words;
So I'll try again,
You are my
But that still doesn't give you justice,
you're always there for me when I need you
You fogave me when I was horrible to you,
And I owe you everything,
Yet I can't tell you
My simple feelings.
Your laugh, voice, are like a melody of angel harks,
Your eyes are like smooth chocolate and honey.
You have a smile that lights my darkened soul;
And if only there was a song I could send your way,
But the best song is the one from my heart,
However, that song is continually writing
As long as you are in my life, it will alwayas be writing,
Because you are;
my gardian angel
Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love
unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’
pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your
poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of
consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …
I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the
music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures
n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue
that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your
poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…
When you dared to indite your desires of others with an empty quill upon her naked flesh
remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious
for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned
the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life
for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…
For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to
rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a
symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’
dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’
consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..
To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised
immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was
a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your
soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed
yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust
The force behind life,
The poise behind this laughter,
The cross behind my enemies,
The moist in my life,
The voice that leads the way,
The boss my heart obeys,
The abode of my soul,
A finesse well installed,
More than pure jade that glitters,
A force to be reckoned with,
Evil forces he degrades,
His beckon I reckon,
A beacon which my life seeks after,
Bacon my lives on,
Music I must dance to,
His footsteps I must follow,
He must be revealed unto science,
But my arts have picked on him,
Who is life's force,
Who is our soul's only source,
Who is all sovereign without no
Nor can you bind him with your many
Because He is our Sovereign GOD,
Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past, though I know her serenading
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful
memories of the love we made…
No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…
I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in
Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning,
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…
Their manes dancing towards the crest n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as
their fateful love turned to dust…
An Ode To My Lord
Lord. you are my strength...my anchor
in a sea of despair.
When I am drowning and fear
there is no one to help me,
I hear your voice telling me to hold on.
You are the first person I talk to when I wake
and the last at the end of the day.
You are my family, and as such
you forgive my temporary lapse of faith
when I lash out at you when things go awry.
When I am in pain, I remember your suffering
on the cross and I am humbled.
I do not presume to understand why things happen
as they do, I only trust that in your wisdom
there is a reason.
You are hope… you are salvation… you are love
You gave your life for us so that we might be saved
and someday, I hope to meet you face to face
to thank you for this sacrifice
and show you, you did not die in vain.
just one more yr has past
again i wait just, for love to last
just to be used of a heart
just wanting for friendship to start
no commitment just to accuire
not just a jelous lier
just my soul is hot red, uncontroleble fire.
racing for a feeling so deep
just too fast to finish and just no sleep;
why a dream just can't happen
everlasting love i long for
unknowingly love is not just at my door
just a touch, just a feel,just a moment
just to know a love tha'ts real.
just a scratch. an itchy wound just
beggining to heal.
Im trying to get used to u not holding me anymore-
Trying to get used to "NO KISS" as u walk out the door.
Im trying to get used to taking my shower all alone-
Im trying to not worry whether or not youre coming home.
Im trying to get used to sleeping all by myself-
Trying to get used to u putting my heart on a shelf.
Im trying to get used to not having a boyfriend anymore-
Trying to figure out what I am being punished for.
Im sorry for disappointing u and letting u down-
I thought we understood each other-thought we tread the same ground.
I wasnt expecting this-I thought wed make it thru OK
But I still havent came down from the shock.
My heads still REELING, ever since the other day.
I wish we somehow could of made it out of here-
I wish you didnt feel so far away from me, when you are laying so freaking near.
Im sorry that I couldnt make you happy anymore.
I just wish I knew what this has all been for.
I will never stop loving u-And forever I'll regret losing U this way.
I wish you hadnt given up on me so soon.
Wish u couldve listened to me & believed in me 2.
We didnt get here all alone-and I knew I wasnt playing-
But what we had wasnt strong enough-
Becuz I lost U over BULL they were saying.
The Only 1 ASSOUT...The only 1 paying.
I've LOVED u for a very long time.
I guess its time to say GOODBYE...Our Bond just isnt Strong enough
To fight against the "NEW GUY".
I wish I could change whatever I did to make u turn on me.
Please turn in a better direction this time, make sure u look & see-
Recognize that I just loved u for who you are-
Not for all the things u could do for me.
I know that I had NOTHING- and u've supported me all the way.
I wasnt looking for a free ride, I thought we were going the same way.
I guess that Im just not as important as before-
I guess Im not so special to u anymore-
Guess I dont play the GAME guite as well as 'them'-
Because once again I get to play the loser-Of a game I'll never win.
SO -GOOD LUCK TO U & ALL YOUR "IMPORTANT" NEW FRIENDS-
Theyll hang out while they need UR help-
I really didnt long for much more than u holding me at the end of the day.
I hope u find what it is UR looking for anyway.
Just remember to "TRUST NO 1",
And trying is such a chore.
And when u come up short-handed,
Just Remember,Youre Worth So Much More.
I will miss u so much,u'll probably never even know-
That I wish this wasn't the end of us-
"The End Of Our Big Show".....
The mammoth task that my ambitions view,
Shall intercept with reason why I care
To change this woman from the god I knew
Becomes the pedestal, that none compare.
I see her shape and form delight the day,
My having known her finds I care this much
A complimentary distance can portray;
That this is not illusion hence the touch.
She signals that elusiveness as blessed,
That modesty before it, serves our souls
With everything that nature has to test
Provides us with problem solving goals.
Heaven lit when words from her were spoke,
Presenting us with merchandise to fill,
The universe, and that's where gods provoke
A strength that carries us, far well.., until.
And if I'm asked, "Do you believe in god?"
With shyness should I say, she is unknown,
But holds the 'Golden Sceptred," magic rod
Provided by this write, and godly throne.
MY LORD, MY SAVIOR
NOTHING CAN COMPARE, TO THE PAIN YOU BEAR
MY LOVE FOR YOU, IS DEEPER THEN OCEANS BLUE
THANK-YOU FOR BELIEVING ME, WORTHY
TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVE, AND FORGIVENESS
MY LORD , MY SAVIOR
YOU BROUGHT ME OUT OF DARKNESS, TO LIGHT
YOUR WORDS FALL LIKE RAIN, RAISING FLOWER'S,
UPON THE DESERT FLOOR
MY LORD, MY SAVIOR
THANK-YOU FOR BRINGING ME, OUT OF THE WILDERNESS
FOR GIVING ME SHELTER, IN YOUR LOVE
YOUR BLOOD RUNS OVER ME , WASHING MY SINS AWAY
MY LORD , MY SAVIOR
FROM DUST TO FLESH, IN THE IMAGE OF YOU
THANK-YOU FOR THE GRACE, THAT FLOWS IN MY SOUL
I GIVE YOU MY LIFE,
LORD IN HEAVEN I'LL SEE YOU!
I Love You.
I love you with my heart,I love you with my soul,
I love you with my spirit,because you make me whole.
I love you with my body,I love you with my mind,
I love you with every part of me,it cannot be defined.
I trust you with my wants,I trust you with my needs,
I trust you to support me,with all my thoughts and deeds.
I've never felt so happy,I've never felt complete,
You meet me in my darkest hours,you are so true and sweet.
There never are enough words,to share with you my love,
I only know it's sent to you,from my being,and especially God above.
By Sharon .L .Leonard.23rd,October,2007.
He views the world in the most subtle of ways
Eyes like a fly, searching everything around, seeing
All in millisecond detail
He sees not the flower or the thorn, but the
Emerald light of photosynthesis from which it grows;
In the woman, he envisions not her curves of ecstasy
But the radiant glow of each scale
Skin soaking up light
His visions are betrayers of our eyes
As few can see thorough his.
Brilliance is not found in majesty
But his own contented selfish universe
Where our only chance to glimpse his genius
Is in a few written words.
My soul is crying as despare from my heart drowns
my spirit with tears of loneliness.
I am forsaken in our bed as the cold sheets
next to my skin remind me of your absence.
In desperation, my mind wonders into memories far reaching days gone by.
Only to darken the hopes of ending a lingering weariness
Heavy eyes burden the concentration of silence
surrounding the room we once shared.
Sleep evades its destination once more
as I am reminde of the rooms emptiness.
I weep tears of silence alone in the bed I made.
Come home to me my love.
Life shall escape me without you here.
My Father is astounding
In so many way's
And the nature
Is all about him
From His ample
Solitary Life of being
And with a Heart of Gold
May the Lord fully bless Him
With Mind, Body and Soul
- Fore -
He adapts' and mutates'
When ever their is a need
A need that need be
Surely there is a place
For Him in Heaven
So, I pay homage' to Thee
Fore, He is my Father
A Father like no other
Dedicated to Charles A. Jefferson SR
Of Portsmouth, VA 23701 on Fathers' Day June 2011
So what is a Poet
If not so'
The genius inside
He make's people wonder
His craft is his pride
Now there are concealed
That he may try to hide
His true aspirations'
Can never be denied
His source of inspiration
Comes' from deep inside
Truth beyond belief
His legendary name will be immortalized
in America's books of history,
and his bravery and heroism
always remembered by us:
the biggest heart driven
by an immense generosity!
When rushed into the thick smoke,
his searching eyes shone
even brighter than the clear morning;
the danger ahead
could not keep him
from saving people trapped in strairways,
people who wailed and waited
in the tower's darkness!
He left behind an indelible legacy,
to let all see what he truly loved;
to inspire them with motivation
and he never was afraid to show affection,
or his unique side of humanity:
that's what he fervently believed!
John,even this total stranger
proudly calls you by name
for having been so brave;
a mother, a father, a son,a sister or friend
who didn't lose anyone, because of your deed,
remembers you in prayer:
and I, a total stranger,related by blood,
praise you in words that'll never grow old!
John,you may be invisible to all,
but your presence is still felt by us;
your handome sons and lovely wife grieve,
but their grief has turned
into something wonderful:
a duty that has been fulfilled
by your call and sacrifice;
a destiny willed by God!
If everyone judges an individual only
by what one has achieved in a lifetime:
you were one of the truest heroes of our time,
who has left his mark on this twentieth century;
and if anyone doubts you did all that,
your devotion can testify and reject that!
Ever since humans sought the supernatural,
confusion seemed bizarre and hysterical;
within hills and mountains they erected their temples,
sang their praises to appease
their gods, who were thought to be angry at times...
what they were trying to accomplish
was to feel the presence of a spirit which granted their wishes!
How wonderful is the faith of true believers,
and they don't build cathedrals
as far as the unreachable sky;
the God they're searching for..is as close
as the depth of their faithful heart!
How loud are their voices,at sunrise, that ascend
like seagulls...to transform themselves
into a celestial chorus with a crescendo...
that draws them closer to a sky of indigo!
In the streets of this Babylonian craze,
religion is without atonement,
but there's plenty of defiled grace
to be consumed as the exquisitive
food of a privileged banquet...
where a doubter is rediculed by laughs and condemned;
human,human race where does God live?...
And does He approve of your false zest?
How wonderful is the faith of true believers,
clinging to that sublime hope, rising from light,
to reach Heaven without having to go through Hell;
how humble is the aspiration of the true faithful...
not relying on astrology,avoiding all kinds of deceit!
Be watchful and shun pretentiousness...
worship Him truthfully and assert your claim;
nobody but you can decide what's right!
The name of Jesus is so powerful.
Name like His, there's no other!
Of that, we can all be sure.
Jesus, is our Lord and Savior and He
Is now in heaven preparing a place for us too
So that we be with Him there someday for all eternity
Powerful is He! And blessed be His divine name forever and ever!
You are no longer in my life.
You're in my diary
Tucked away safely in the pages.
There I know I can keep you secretly.
I can read of happy times
When all I did was because of you.
Every time you made me smile,
It would effect every nice thing that I would do.
Now life is so confusing
And I wish that you were still my confidant.
The only thing that made sense was you.
You're the only person I know of that I want.
I'll continue to read of love and frienship
And I will continue to remember
How happy I was and am to have known you.
So here's to the sk8er boi I met last december.
This day shall be in remembrance of all the lost souls.
Each one remembered proudly on every flag pole.
This day shall be in remembrance to the fire fighters and all the crews.
Who rushed in giving up their lives, knowing what they knew.
This day shall be in remembrance to each soldier who followed their course.
The Army, Navy, Marines and the Airforce.
This day shall be in remembrance to all the brave and willing strangers.
Who came together to help and comfort, not knowing the dangers.
This day shall be in remembrance to the brave policemen and women.
Who came and worked side by side with with other laymen.
This year shall be in remembrance to all the who gave to the oppressed laden with hardship.
Whether it be a stranger or simply a friendship.
This date shall be forever etched in our hearts and in history.
Let freedom reign, the eagle will soar with such gallantry.
In reverence of 9/11, I kneel to pray...
As I write this, each tear falling don't come close to all who was lost that day.
Each year passing, shall be in remembrance to the brave red, white and blue.
That we came back stronger, braver and always renewed.
Your earth is calm my lord after all these centuries
of pain and disdain when man was to blame for
constant shame in your name. You asked in long
times past that your creation was in image of sacrifice and
the life you lay down for your people was to bring forth blessing
in your holy steeple. In light of martyrs that cried out for mercy on the
mount that you preach your praise and glory all children are pure with
out worry. To walk in the path of grace to whom this land was your chosen
place i worship the everlasting and cast aside those in midnight
passing. My heavenly father in which your house i must dwell i turn away
from chaos and wash my hands of Satan and his sin only to allow your light
to heal me from with in. May all of your people follow your gospel with the same
strength as your brave apostles worthy is your name my lord glory in all things
we must change is your name my father Amen.
Humanity began falling, a man came, unknown!
His aspiration beckoned many nation;
Taught the gospel with zest,
Till sun crossed from east to west!
With His gentle touch, the sky silvered;
From bondage of ignorance, we're freed
To receive the right,
Of worshiping God's holiness!
Long gone, but never forgotten
For we deeply feel his presence;
Moving forward in one spirit;
Ours is to share, the blessings, we inherit!
Remember the true messenger;
Follow His great legacy to finish the race;
The Holy Father awaits us, eagerly!
In heaven, where saints reside, peacefully!
that have brought me so very far
that has shown a million smiles
that can hold yours,
that write, or paint, or sew, or hide
my tears that are as the ocean.
My arms that grow weary now,
My legs that ache with the rain,
Oh God, my glorious eyes!
that hear so well ...
(stand away if you have a secret to tell).
that sniffles some,
My teeth long ago gone and replaced
with shiny modern miracles.
that with this amazing beat ...
As my love only grows
for these many gifts.
try not to put any obstacles in anyone's way
as servants of God in everything we do, on it we will pray
patiently endure the hardships, the difficulties and the troubles
to be persecuted in the name of Christ is just a part of the greater struggle
you might have to go through beatings, being robbed or thrown into jail
you might be overworked, starved or go through all types of hell
but by our purity, our knowledge, our wisdom and patient measure
we will have shown ourselves approved to receive God's eternal treasure
with righteousness as our weapon to attack and defend
with the truth in our message and the Holy Spirit as our friend
we will be honored and disgraced
we will be insulted and praised
we will wield the Sword of the Spirit
and in victory our hands will be raised
although we are saddened, we will always be glad
although we seem poor, we are rich in the love for us Jesus had
we seem to have nothing, when in fact we possess everything
for we are the true servants of God, the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings
The valley is a foggy mist playing upon the rhapsody in my mindless existence.
I cannot go on without your eternal being embellishing the love that brought us together.
I cannot fight these trojans anymore. I feel empty, unjustly relinguishing to the fact
that you are no longer here on earth.
I long for your embrace, to heal my wounds. My very existence depends upon you, my love.
My body weak, my mind continues to be strong.
Take care my sweetness, for I will return to your loving arms in eternity some day...some
vindicate me oh Lord, plead my case with Thy righteous hands
deliver me Oh God from any unjust and deceitful man
for You are the God from whence I get all of my strength
cast me off not and never let me mourn for any length
shine upon me Thy light so that I may bask in Your truth
lead me, guide me towards Your Tabernacle Booth
as I kneel beforeThy altar, let my joy be exceedingly
for I will play songs of praise on my harp for all the world to see
be not sadden over my soul nor disquiet the spirit within me
for You are my hope and salvation and I give my all to Thee
Noodles, noodles, I love Noodles,
make me happy every day.
Run down my throat like
with smells of heaven in
Oh noodles, noodles, what would
with out you to save
Life is harsh and shows
me no sympathy.
You are my saviour and
I feel safe with you
by my side
Youll always be a
part of me
till the end of time.
Noodles, dear Noodles,
you are always mine.
Have you ever taught that mothers
love their children in the same way?
Have ever you ever understood
that the eyes of true mothers
share in their great joy
and most times cry...
when they make them really proud
of their first victory?
True mothers give more than
their immortal affection...
they open up their big hearts
to those needing strenght:
to help them in that long journey
away from their sight,not their thoughts;
and when they return,
they'll be waiting anxiously!
And if you wonder why you never
see them cry...it's because they withhold
their tears beyond her undetectable fears;
true mothers monitor your steps like God...
'till they're completely sure
you won't bedazzled by failure!
True mothers can't help imagining
what tomorrow will bring to their seed;
and knowing that their mission in life is sacred,
they'll keep that love flowing...to keep us on living!
How do I describe you? Where do I begin?
Your determination couldn't be bought.
It would seem as if we have a lot in common,
When in reality you're everything I'm not.
I have never forgotten how
You walked in the rain just to call me lovely.
I had never recieved such a compliment.
How you could be so charming is above me.
The great thing about you is, when I was down,
You always had a hand to lend.
But, now I realize, after all we've been through,
You are better as just a friend.
O Heart, cry for this new joy...
I am no longer saddened
and clinging to despair;
I can't imagine the sublime feeling
overwhelming me with ecstacy...
and nothing can put out my ardor!
This is a deserving gift from Heaven,
God heard me and purified me
with a compassion no human could ever have;
sinners aren't guarded by sweet angels of purity,
they fight against all that is good...
resisting salvation, lashing at God!
O heart, cry for this new joy...
I have prayed and been answered,
immense mercy has showered me
and my road is clear and not bumpy;
who can extend forgiveness and mercy,
to someone who's imperfect and burdened,
if not the Lord of eternity?
I have sought none other than Him,
a doorway to ascape the ugliness of sin...
never going back to put up with struggle,
be cast away and tremble!
O heart, cry for this new joy...
let me rejoice with a loud voice,
exalt His name with loving praises
and behold His everlasting glory!