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L-iving in a world of vast
souls formed from
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell
and wail when the chips
N-urtured from cradle to
entity with a new world
O-rganizes oneself for the
task ahead,passing thru
hurdles of life unabased
R-eaps the fruit of labor
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission
accomplished or not will
dawn on the entity.
I-n retrospect,he thinks
about his childhood and
how life was to him.
L-iving in confidence or
shame,he bows his head
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time
will tell the durability of
V-oid of preference the
aim result bears the
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies
with the works of the
man,for there is no food
for the slothful.
Y-oung ones,a stitch in
time saves nine,make
haste while the sun
O-iling your lamb always
like the ten virgins is the
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer
pressure and focus on
the course marked out
for you by fate,so a
fulfilled life you shall live.
An acrostic for you
Andrea is an ambassador of alluring art
Noble, she is nice and nifty both day or night
Dedicated, dutiful and dogged like a dart
Resourceful, she’s got a mind… real and rapt
Experienced, she’s undoubtedly an exquisite expert
Amiable, her alluring attitude flows from her heart.
Darling, she’s got a friendly figure… not a fart!
Intriguing, her intellectual prowess is intact
Excellent, she is a fountain of love and light
Talented teacher: she instills, inspires and imparts
Realistic, her opinions are … in black and white
Interested in kickboxing, music, aerobics… so smart
Creative: particularly in prose and poetry… I doff my hat
Homely: she is a mother and grandma with a happy heart!
Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich
© Adeleke Adeite
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said 'write'" Elizabeth Barrett Browning
T here was a cemetery across from the street where I lived when I was young.
H ot summer days could find us there strolling down its winding shady pathways,
E ven racing bikes or playing Hide ’n Seek among trees and ornate granite stones.
B eyond the wide middle part of that graveyard, way in the very back,
L ay a secluded area set apart for the deceased of a prestigious family.
U ltimately my siblings and I ended up at the mausoleum in the center of that spot.
E ager to view its main attraction, we would stand on tiptoes before its window. . . .
A ll kinds of angels were scattered throughout that cemetery's sprawling lawn, but
N ot one outdid the angel appearing violet blue through that stained glass window.
G uarding the tomb of a small child, she knelt gracefully, her true hue pure white.
E ventually after years of showing her to friends, I left home forever; on my mind
L ingers this memory; on tiptoes, I'm marveling, face pressed against blue glass.
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Who am I?
W-eaned from tender
age,in noble family of ten.
H-urt by the demise of
the tube that brought
me into this theater of
struggles and pains.
O-rdered about by the
whimps of this
world,facing the hurdles
of life daily from
cradle,never giving up
A-fine young man of 28
I am,who has the
experience and wisdom
of the aged.
M-astering the arts of
life-learning from lessons
of life's victims and
didactic poems 'cos man
of fame I intend to be for
I bear the name Bob.
I-lost my poetic gift at a
stage but recovered it in
poetrysoup for invisible
entities say a
lesser being I shall be,but
another encourages me
to move on,for great is
one who comes out of
the shackles of life
undeterred for this is who
Name: Ifeanyi Bob
A... An Angel you are.
N... Native of this land.
G... Give always from your heart.
E... Expect nothing in return.
L... Live life today, don't wait for tomorrow.
D... Don't ponder on bad memories.
U... Use what you learned wisely.
S... Spread your Angel Dust everywhere.
T... Take not what you can't bare...
Written by lucilla M. Carrillo
For Gail's contest
Happy birthday you're growing up fast.
A beautiful and amazing young woman
Pretty Cool and Funny
Pure in the heart
You just gotta keep on keeping on
Beautiful and Rad
Including that i will by sad that you are moving
Really just sweet and caring
The Best Girl in town
Happy Birthday to you
Delete all the bad memories and put yesterday in as a good one
Amazing funny and pretty
You just gotta Keep on Keeping on.
The Angel I Knew
Skin so fair like snow as no comparison
With hair so wild and eyes which shows,
somewhat sad and yet fear-ish glow.
How long do you plan to keep me
by your side?
Under you spell by sound of voice,I fall
to my knees for you.Batter,broken and scared
Yet even betrayed I'll stay by your side loyal
and proud foremost happy. As I stand by your
Side I look into your eyes.
The turning leaves rain upon your head.
The worse be I captivated by you.With your
Snowy white skin
Wild hair and twilighted eyes
You spread your angelica wings,you took off leaving me
But with beautiful memories,So that I never forget
Well see each other again.
But for now
Your The Angel I once Knew
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
Hearing this made my heart sing and my soul contrite,
Each time I visit the resting place of so many bones.
Angelic statues look upon me, those of granite stones.
Recalling the words they said to me was so intense.
Dreaming was not a factor, for I was indeed awake.
Angels spoke to me and said write a poem from hence.
Now I pour my soul and spirit into words without forsake.
Angels, the army of God, guard the Heavens above us all.
Nearer to God, we all know they are, answering his call.
Graves are the resting place we visit our loved ones on earth.
Even though we know their souls traveled with loving worth.
Listen in the quietness and your ears will hear them speak.
Seek behind the shadows, be not afraid, and do not be weak.
Prepare to listen to beauty of nature that visits each day.
Every flower and tree holds the power of eternity’s way.
All your saddened heartaches will disappear, upon your listening.
Know the fervency I have found, in Angels eyes glistening.
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name Angels In Cemeteries
Stop running from it
Pray and try
I think you might like it
I think you should try
Tomorrow is a new and your personal salvation is on the line