He colors his canvas to capture her soul.
Imperfect oval face framed by fiery red curls.
Pouty lips pale pink slightly showing sorrow.
Freckled by fairy dust like flakes over her fully puffed cheeks
Hazel eyes that hide the horrors
of what this wounded warrior had witnessed.
She sought battles she shouldn't have.
Her scars show that truth upon the flesh of the fairest female.
But beauty does not stop battles.
He dresses her down to the lady like grace
To paint this portrait to put in her place.
One last picture he paints of his princess
His delicate daughter, that even in her death
He will never be without her.
Canvas in Creative Colors
Painter Paints to Persuade People;
Sends Surprises to Spectators'Sight,
and Wide-ranging Wonder World Wide;
Like Lighting the Love in one's Life,
Arts in it is an Asset from Above!
Note: I composed this poem because arts is my passion.
Procrastination hurled its clubs
And retrieved all the master plans
In the thought of tomorrow which
Is still young and fresh to emerge.
So you succumbed to its fire blazing fist
And quit to begin the next day.
The day died in tears, rejected and frustrated
Then comes tomorrow in a glorious smiles
Filled with hopes and grace.
It was neglected just like the other tomorrow.
tomorrow died yesterday in tears.
tomorrow died yesterday in pains.
Men labour not but procrastinate.
Fear the unknown and stay day dreaming
Wish the wish which never wish to come in vain
Can a thief steal from a thief?
Procrastination is a thief of time.
What ever you desire to do
Do it now and never wait for tomorrow .
Yesterday and today were just like tomorrow
Which would still die in sorrow if the
Soul is not watered bravely.
so climb the mountains for the treasures.
Go to the river and hook up the fishes and dry them.
Visit the ants for wisdom and understanding.
Sound the drums of bravery
Let the blinds men walk and dance with no one by their side.
Chase away procrastination and welcome effective act,
There is always a smile of faces on the birth of a new day.
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup
Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
This night I am sad.
My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy
Seated upon the sky spread
Selfishly seek a shooting star.
I seek it so bad
Such sight my thought asking
My tea cold beside a frigid bread
I moan on the mowed green grass.
I love stars
Shooting star much more
Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters
A little mighty awe
Twinkling littles lively and true.
For a good night rest
I need it bid me...
And at my voice crest
I started humming
For this nightly night,
Echoes of darkness
The bending light from the headline
As it enters my optic
Resonates from eager
Coursing to my
As the crisp crunch of
Crackles in self
The pungent wisp of fresh
...I can touch
in the empty silence
that cuddled me in
i found answers
written on the wall;
with finger nails
and blood stains.
the darkness kissed my cheek
and wiped my tears away
The shit that burned rubber on his sleeves
dug deep below skin, learned to walk
then spake words from blue blood.
To some it looks green,
reading art through thickened skin.
To devise is a device,
au naturale refuses to change colors
even with vitiligo on the vocal.
Remaining raw road raging
in his own lane is a happy madman
a diamond and glass man
reflecting glued together emotion
exploited on paper.
hone the tongue to chisel a picture
parables that parallel those burned into scripture.
In order to do that,
you have to write the shoes
people walk in-
Babies insurance vetoes,
the plucked rose which was closed,
she says it still occurs in her sleep.
To mix the write color of words to paint
Its face, and then
aim to maim pharmaceutical kingpins
when proof is in alkaline.
To write one piece that'll massage the mental
of the masses, & being enabled to ink-out our dreams
...damn, I even,, almost forgot about the innocent
locked on Death Row!
If we ever meet again
I would have your name
boldly written in the stars and the moons.
Kiss away your pains
And break the broken image of a battered
Beautiful lady in a world of sorrow.
i would take you paradise and buy you the finest designers.
i would love you like my sister
love you like my mother
take you around the world
Then the oceans and the seas would recognize
your presence .
The trees flap their wings in joy
As they smell the freshly fragrance
From a pretty body of an angel.
I would make you a crown of gold
That would brighten up the world.
You would be my baby mama,
the sweetest thing i ever have.
If we ever meet again
I would make you queen of my world
And would adorn all your entire body
Because you're more than a woman to me.
Words! Those words took me to heaven. Had I known that they were just whispers, the words that fed my smile and gaze my laughter. I surrendered to him as he request. I was addicted to his touch, you astounded me how could you be so wicked so heartless. I gave you my heart I believed in your love. I felt the gravity from Jupiter; he was my life, my hope, my love. All is gone, passed by thereof the hurt is such no one should bear what’s to life, why should I care? weep all night for my love gone My heart is sick, for death I long Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost I'll bear always for the great cost. You don't mean what you say and don't mean what you do You don't mean anything because it's not true. You broke my fall and stole my heart am already damaged, you let it fall apart. The tears I cry now fall with my misery, once covered up, now for the world to see whom I really am inside. For all to see rules to which I don't abide. The circumstances in which reality shall fade. The unwanted feelings your lies have made, the shame when I realized you gained my trust the truth fading as the dust Slips through my fingers grain by grain. My heart's not only torn but also slain as shards of glass fall from the sky. Tears of blood fall from my eye. Your words crawled across my skin and I forget what I don't believe in my heart pounds as I lift my head. Dare to enter where no one has tread And I looked deep into your eyes Found the source of all your lies And even though I know they'll never be true With all my heart, I'll continue loving you. My love for you is real and true and I keep on sticking to the basic that am still in love with you I cant deny it it’s the fact and the living truth. how can i ever alllow my self to forget how wonder you could be, although you are another in these hard days mesmerized are your thoughts but love you are still the only man I want to love. save my soul.
Boisterous hearts aflame
Blissful brightness gains
Listening as the rain
Drive us both insane
Politely pouting and praying
For sunnier DAYS
Passing the time inside
KNOWING their ravenous thirst
Will never be satisfied .
Caressing, loving embraces
Required hearts AFIRE never
Insatiable HEARTS can never lie
This undeniable LOVE takes more
Than just bringing down a
RAINBOW from the EMPTYING SKY
TO stop the TEAR DROPS of the
CRY and the promise of
TOMORROW TIMES TOMORROW
By each other's side
soliloquy of softness saddened
somber sleeping of starlight sound
song of silken sylvan sunset
psalm of satisfaction found
An ailing sound, an orchestra's experiment,
Softly sailing dreadnaught notes, in an opera's environment,
Heart throbbing hardcore chorus' elements,
Penetrating pores defiling my sweat glands' sonorous ornament.
Flexing her fragile fingers upon piano keys
My hearing heart reflex's, reacts with a cute smile like of little albino kids
Harshly hammering my soft soul trapped in the musical matrix, it feels like Keano Reeves
Leaving lungs longing for oxygen as if the last vicious veldfire left no trees
"Let the music play" let lovely Jordin Spark
Let Weather be of May, let the touring Tyson park
My happy heart dances in triumph, lyrical doors have been unlocked
Let love instruments cling to my lonely ears, and play till i find Alicia Keys
I gaze into those beautiful eyes
Your lips, they never tell me lies
Do you wonder what's going on inside?
What's this feeling I try so hard to hide
You see right through me, see me as a whole
Peer into my soul
I am open and vulnerable
Make me lose all control
Do I dare
Show how deeply I care? That anywhere
I would go, as long as you were there
All I ever truly wanted was already mine
How could I have been so blind?
Come to me and find a love so kind
Burning blue, pure and true
I feel the passion Inside of you
Wake me up in your embrace
Doesn't matter the time or place
As long as I can see your face
I crave you, your hands, your touch
Only you can make me feel this rush
True love is what I've found
Beauty spoken without a sound
His stare, his lips, his kiss
Not a moment of this dare I miss
The words you give to me, how could I forget?
Being yours for a lifetime is something I could never regret
the animal called man is the hope
Of the undying world perfected with goodness
Constituted drive to recreate metamorphic beings
Bound profoundly to unmasked the universe of its beauty
Yet with hearts so devilish behind the mask
The animal called man is the noun of the world
With pronoun of change in the home and abroad
Land of hope they feel within the sky clapping
Their smiles a full moon of enduring mercy
yet with hearts as red as the furnace hell
Journey in the beauty of their kind
World crying on their mouth of deeds
No man, no universe but atmosphere
Combating with the cloud and roses
Yet they constitute the nuisance of the world
The man called man is the food
Of the earth when another phase opens
The grasses, insects and feeble ants rejoice
When a six fit is dung to welcome him home
Yet evil dwells mostly in their hearts of gold
The man called man is a special being
With the high spirit of creation with the marker
The world changes form in their dancing hands
second God creators of the beauty of the world
Yet their beauty creations damage their beauties.
Applaud apt act
Leave lazy lack
Lift lively link
Indulge in ink
Tell tender tease
Etch endows ease
Rich risk resigns
Art aims align
Troubles thrust think
Impulse in ink
Only odd one
Now never none
19 August 2014
Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.
Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.
Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.
I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.
Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.
Words are only words, a tool I find my tongue speaks with such ease. I could but sing u a thousand songs each as infite as the are drops in seas. Or write my soul on ur being pouring my heart out in every word. Rather let me delight in this pepetual silence and show u how my love take flight as the air to a bird..........silence ur heart and close ur ears and allow my evey act to demonstrate the true maening of this feeling because indeed words are only words.
My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
Courageous move passionately
Mightier than the sword blade
Genius mind always make the best
People of ex-ordinary talent (POet)
Defenders of the voiceless with pen and white paper
They are emerging better now in a countless numbers
watering the pretty human souls to happiness
Like the nightingale of the free forest of freedom
I wished i could be one of them, the penlords
Fighting the war of words without an Ogbunigwe
A war with no cutlass, gun, sword but pretty words
The white paper they feast upon daily with passion
Transporting the undying words to the world like bullet
piecing violately into the human body.
Defender of human race, the penlords
I visited the hearts of their hearts and behold
Perfection in the battle of enlightenment
They are so Go-----ooood like the gods
So swe----eeeet like the testament of their words
So de--li-ci-----ous like the turtle so---oooooop
all hail the beautiful ones
All hail the mountainous brave writers of the
Twenty first century of our time
The intestine of their pens always at work
the salivary gland in their pens always never dry
Writing emotionally to change the loners
who taught them how them how to hold a pen?
They are our deities, the gods of our land
Never die like a snake that passed through the
Rock without leaving any trail behind
They give treasure for generations to generations
Yes they are emerging in twos, threes and fours
To fill the vacuum of our broken thoughts
I wished am on of the penlords so
That i could create my own future with pen
The thought of death can bring me fear,
The thought of her will bring a tear.
Real as the person sitting next to you,
Growing old but starting young and new,
The world revolves around a thought,
Of money and fame; until your body starts to rot.
Then the world becomes a blur to one,
Seeing the light; seeing which of your ways were right.
Left-right-side to side,
We take on this journey; this ride.
To find answers and truth in the lines,
Looking back at the life liven; and where your heart shines.
So as you read this you have a chance,
To look at your own story; just take the glance,
Because one soul can change its ways,
One mind can make new plays.
Pulling each memory back like a book,
Small eyes squinting to take a close look,
Who are you when no ones there,
Who are you when others stare?
Questions to be asked when death is talked about,
Voices in your head began to shout,
What is life, what is my reason,
Each year passes by; each month; each season,
My body grows older but my heart stays clear
Understanding to over come death as a fear.
As this poem is about to end,
Hold out your hand for a friend,
Pull close and know that life is precious;real talk,
Pull close and know that you walk your own walk,
The outsiders and can talk about past and the ups and downs,
But their kind of like the funny people on the side; the clowns.
So head up ; feet low,
Arms strong; to get through the tough; now row,
Don't give up just be yourself,
Like putting the old toy upon the shelf,
Become the star that's bright and known,
Become the star that you know can be shown.
I don't want to walk in this lane again
I don't want to be bless with no tale
I cover my soul with hatred but my body blossom
Forty three years i am, childless.
Yesterday, i was forty and a child promised
Yet i have no one to send an errand
My pillow watches my tears swing on it
A house wife tears not so good
Mother, i will be coming home, i've failed
Brother, arrange my unlock hut for me
Sister, search for my lost Bangoes and Jewelries
Father, prepare my dowry to be return to them
I have failed in marriage yet blessed at home
Words unsaid hurt more than an injury
Forty three years of barrenness and pains
Sorrow of a house wife seems too painful
My womb had developed the mind of their own
My utensils question my authority
The doors in my home laugh at me in a scornful way
I see the windows always mocking my moves
I want to move but moving becomes impossible
Sorrow of a house wife in forty three years
I hate to be a woman if this what they face
Tell mother i will be coming home he wants me no more
He had defiled our matrimonial bed and the bed want me no more
He is now a monster playing outside with a mistress
My Chi has forsaken me in dawn after dusk
I will be coming mother perhaps your arms will
Cuddle me and make me better like before .
Tell the world i've failed as a woman
But tell not my house hold for they already known
What does the blood owes the vein?
What does food owes the stomach?
The grasses would always be green but
Not in a drought and dry days.
The day owes the night the chance to exist
Among the evil men who dwells in the dark
Planning preciously on how to attack the innocents.
The day owes the night breathing space and the
Longing for approval by the craving moon
Who lies awake in it abode.
The day owes the night a space to
Interact with the lords of the night and
Welcomes the owls to their haunting game
Of human souls which had deviated from the laws.
The day owes the night love and separation
From the time limit of the division of the their works.
The day has to make the lonely night have its rightful
Time allotted to them by nature.
It owes the night the privilege to perform it duties
It owes the night an acknowledgement to welcome him home
During when the east breeze goes to the west to settle its dispute with the sun.
As the sun owes the day so as the moon owes the night
And the night also owes the day when the cock stood
In the rusty thatch hut to welcome the day as the night
Depart to an unknown destination.
We all are debtors, no one is less important in this global village.
Flinging fond fun,
Reap rowdy run;
Play primal pun,
Soar shining sun.
Greet grand glimpse grown,
Blossoms boost bloom;
Spread senses sown,
Ripe riches room.
Newsy noise now,
Trust touching takes;
Matter minds make.
Bloom brisk beauty,
String simple song;
Storm sweet sexy,
Stand succinct strong.
Soul samples signs,
Words will wild wine;
Deed dear design,
Beach bursting brine.
Amass apt ale,
Beer booze bubbly;
Prompt pulpy pale,
Make madness moot,
Reason rips rhymes;
Smell spreading soot,
Calm crystal chimes.
Death defies deed,
Mood mind mingles;
Stillness spurs seed,
Touch treats tingle.
Voice vibrant verse,
Reach rude ruffle;
Tickle taut terse,
Mood moves muffle.
Spread sexy smiles,
Pray pretty play;
Gain grouchy guile,
Stillness styles stay.
Gloom governs greed,
Pinpoint pure please;
Nimble nude need,
Listing life lease.
Word wordy word,
Pain planting pain;
Herd healthy herd,
Gain gathers gain.
05 May 2014
I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food,
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz
Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free
If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable
The form is not in the list. This form is Ae Freislighe
“There be tales from times not told,
brought back through your lineage,
dreams dredged from dark days of old”
Animate lost Anima
place a new thinking cap on
hang up hero’s panama
parlay phrases till past dawn
Here sit I, laptop clicking
chickens chiding privilege
wrapped in writing, clock ticking
In the quaint darkness I hear these whispers,
my mood peculiar by the moon...
arcane eyes transcend a flame fluttering there,
near the window pane candle's light burns,
turns my thought to dimensions that dwindle
like a solemn spindler's yarn of silky weaves
of conceived creation by the swindler's hands
that harden by the years of gifting love's deeds,
yet gentled by the reeds of nature's brood...
my mind peculiar by the moon.
The air around breathes life in as breath fades away,
as day becomes the soul of night
and night the fading breath of yesterday...
all the while we play and dance at will
while willing the love we feel to feel
as though breath itself be the only true,
I breathe in you...
my mood peculiar by the moon
I breathe in you
Line upon lovely line
Of poetry roses
Sparked and budded
By inspiration words
Like that of an Ode on a Grecian Urn
Makes my melting heart’s hunger burn
Elevated inspiration spike
From lines like
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”
This keeps me up at night
Under covers tight
Writing in my head
When I should sleep in bed
My wandering mind faltering
Until alliterations are altering
Mindless mumbo jumbo
Into tailored poetry
That’s when I know it
I am a poet
Never felt so alive!
Or me! I must contrive!
I so suppose
This poem could condense concisely
Onto one linked line nicely
Poetry is me, me poetry
There cool they rule but in some since they are so so cruel.
Black cherry is a flirty sign and a well known seductive sign.
you see them on bracelits you see them on cars you probably would even see them in bars.
Black cherry is not something to mess around with you never know the conflict of The one an only black cherry.
I'm suffocating in my skin
My happiness is wearing thin
Please just let this end
Please just comprehend
That you're hurting me now more then ever before
Oh how can I implore
How much I love you so
How much you'll never know
When you used to hold me in your arms
When you used to wrap me in your charms
Back when it was just you and me
Back when we knew how to be
Those were the days
But now its all so far away
Love is so confusing
And lust is so amusing
Perhaps we will never be happy
Perhaps we'll always think love is sappy
Then again, maybe happiness will come our way
Then again, maybe we'll be together one day
I hope you know that I hate this feeling
Being tormented by one human being
You're all that fills my head
As I lie awake in this empty bed
Oh how I hope to hold you're hand
Oh how I wish life werent so bland
Cause pain is the only thing real
The one thing that can't be concealed
But just know
That seeing you with her kills me so
But no one cares about me anymore
This heart becomes more sore
Waiting for someone to hear me
Waiting for someone to see
That my life is flashing before my eyes
Hoping someone can sympathize
Myself confidence has gone down the drain
Oh, I think I'm going insane
But dont worry about dramatic me
Dont worry about my life of misery
No, dont listen; no, dont care
Dont say that you'll always be there
I know I don't matter to you
I know you dont know what to do
I still dont know what went wrong
I still try to be so strong
But being near you everyday
Has left my heart astray
Our good times fade away
My happy days turn to gray
My heart burns to dust
How could you betray my trust?
If you only knew
All the things that I've been through
Why its so hard to survive
Why its so hard to stay alive
Well, goodbye, I'm slipping away
I might not see you after today
So let me leave you with this little piece, these little lines
Maybe you'll understand them in time....