Pacific beauty, garland of shimmering pastels
Textures and colors astound, deep in your ocean heart
Your court is larger than any kingdom on Earth
And hosts grand balls and parties,
Shimmering schools of fish dance in unison
Anemones gather by the thousands
Each more vibrant than the next
Grand plumes of algae sway like great banners
In the streets of your endless coral cities,
Lost happily in orange towers
All fathoms deep, cradled by warm currents
Erupting and tumbling and breathing,
The jealous coast watches, the winds bow down
Salt and scales glitter like stars in your sky
Oh magnificent belle of Queensland!
All Hail The Great Barrier Reef!
For PD's "7 wonders of the ancient or new world" contest
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…
Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.
From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.
The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable
The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable
(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo
Dark, enigmatic, created world
The natural realm of fairies and elves
Visited untimely by children of men
Heroes, saviors, and spirits undone
Fantasy lives inhumanly lost
Behind unsung valorous deeds
Smoky breathed creatures of tooth and scale
Crossing the boundaries of nearly impossible
Slain by strange power
Destroyed by bright courage
In fiery desperation wrought
Lo, where are the dragons now.
It is such great unity
That appears amongst the beauty
Of the bright light display?
Such colour, such energy within celebration,
Such a vivid canvas of man-made creation
That sparks with flair and passion;
To fall into the fog
Like all dying illusions.
Yet it is what it does for us:
Where we are drawn from our furnishings
That we clean in intervals,
Closing outside to a regular schedule,
Remaining well lit and sheltered
Resting our minds so dimly upon the
Soft and empty cushions
And hugging at the blind comfort
We are drawn from this facade
By another in itself.
Which brings us out like a beacon
Part Devil, half Eden
To then fade away
Like all illusions,
Leaving us quiet,
Revealing deepened images.
Exposed to chill
Peace climbs through our bones.
Let us stand together,
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.
Till we once more return home…
subtle it starts, those thoughts of you
so cunning and quick, little I can do
with each pounce unexpected
claws dug in my mind
Love has me infected
no cure to find . . . .
loudly it roars! with every heartbeat
I sense the excitement
a moments defeat
my soul so enlightened
and still my knees weak.
Unable to run, no sense in escape
hooked by those eyes
im caught in a state
by the antics of fate.
So here I stand, to you to surrender
you've won the heart
of a vagabond roaming
upon you to ponder,
however still knowing
your truelly a wonder
my smile fondly showing.
companions, companions, together to be
for that is the wish of the lover in me,
you're beauty is your nature
you're nature is free
tamed not by no master
amazing to see.
lets travel together, in search of a place
where we rest assured, our love shows its face.
Whether it's a shellcreeper or it's a freezie,
fret not, mes amis! you have Mario and Luigi,
"mama mia!","Let's go!" when you hear them say,
those plumbers in red & green are off to save the day!
Luigi is the slower one - but his jumps are far and wide,
whilst Mario, with his scarlet cap, runs faster than the tides,
always together, vanquishing ruthless enemies,
partners in time and adventure - for all of eternity!
Browser, the unscrupulous enemy, always kidnaps Princess Peach,
The brothers to the rescue! They sail across the seven seas!,
the boiling deserts, tiresome grasslands and the Koopa enemies,
they beat 'em all, with their fireballs and attain eternal glory.
the damsel is rescued, she hugs her noble men,
they escort her back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Yoshi too joins them,
Toad is there to welcome the weary, exhausted lot,
and bestow them with laurels for the demons they had fought.
And hence this way another tiring adventure is put to rest,
Mario and Luigi retire to their homes, waiting another test,
next morning, they hear the news "Princess peach was Kidnapped again!"
"Let's go!", "Mama Mia!" and another adventure begins!
(For Heather Ober's 'Famous Couples/Duos Free Poetry Contest')
If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don't stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds
If only dreams had wings,
I'd have met my man from Tokyo by now
If the roses still blooms, tended less;
Less worries that I will for so long plough
If only dreams had wings,
Low grounds will my feet fear
If money had meant no value at all;
Off every luxury should my feet wear
If only dreams had wings,
There will be those bright lights;
Very eager to blind me into void's air-tights
If dreams had wings,
I would definitely be flying by now
And right now
Life Of The Imagination
Imagination has never had a bath or shower
It does not know of soap
Plays with itself for hours
Hanging from a rope
Hopes for handouts
There are no places it can’t go
In dirty crevasses in dark shadows
It takes chances with glass and wire
Wine becomes expired in its mind
Meandering with tigers, gliding off of stars, where parsecs spark
Falls back into dark matter of inner space
Imagination visits here on Earth for merely seconds
Swings out to a nova blast without its nova cane
And again comes here to the home planet to drink square particles of rain
It named its first 10 children candy
None of them were sweet
The next 10 he called Mortimer
Bought them homes by buffer zones near Kansas
On Christmas it lays Easter eggs on pine needles
Pine trees are used as tooth picks in all seasons
At Thanksgiving it pitches forks
Imagination has no fear of anything accept divorce
It writes the laws in crayon while dancing through the canyons
There are fleeting moments that can never pass beyond its grasp
There are things in space and time that even chance can’t handle
Sometimes Imagination takes me places
I really don’t want to go, without my sandals on
He is my friend but wakes me up at midnight
Places pen and paper in my hand and makes me work
While he just sits there counting sheep and eating candy
Remembering they were his children
None of them were sweet
I wish sometimes imagination would fall right off the Earth
After all, he’s the one who calls it flat
For what that’s worth
The Nature of Success.
On an old tank ship that was so slow it felt as
we were suspended in time, a world shrunk
only us the ocean and the rhythmic hear beat
of the engine… and when the ship birthed, at
some god forsaken refinery, we felt overcome
by shyness seeing so many strange faces.
It was on a ship like this I met the third officer
a young man with literary ambitions, and he
succeeded on Norway´s modest literary tree.
Often interviewed, asked awkward questions
about writing and why he writes like it should
be a hidden formula.
I´m glad for his triumph, yet there is a sting in
my heart, not of rancor, but of sadness…never
having received the clarion call of acceptance.
Collections after collections have been rejected.
I feel as I have been suspended in a fool´s time,
only the sea and me and the shore is far away.
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
perilous dance of love
part at the moment
glory before death
pause to watch
would you still choose me
or grab a safe branch
SOLDIER OF BATTLES.. Steve Hudson
It started, in silence, in infancy; the eyes look beyond the darkness
To understand the sounds of rage, echoes of misunderstanding,
The beginnings of normalcy wrought with disturbance,
Bereavement for the loss of innocence and the first lesson learned.
The lines in ground becoming clearer.
The only thing that ever came easy for me is warring,
Not because I chose the ground, but because it chose me.
Here is your sword; here is your battle,
The field is endless and there is no turning back,
So find your heart and find your place among the ranks
You sojourn with.
You tell one another it will be okay, and that we will pull through,
But no one really knows.
Its only after our first encounter and mortal blow that we find some
Courage to face another foe.
The welcomed peace endured for a season, then skies darken
On eminent splayed horizons and shadowy realms of spirit
You try to make sense of the next wave of terror,
Taunted and vexed at every turn.
Your enemies take form in shapes of, what is true?
Wrestling, pondering among bloody concepts and the why.
Wounds received through fearful encounters take shape of scars,
Scars take shape of trusted moments carried through
Onslaughts of deception.
Fallen men on smoldering ground, tormented by hounds of confusion.
This is how it started, but not how it ended for you see,
There was One we found in heated skirmish
Battle hardened and sure footed, the spear and shield wielded
With skillful hands, He inspired confidence in us all.
On days we found respite, He sat with us and taught strategies in warfare,
The secrets to winning the hearts and minds of defeated bretheren.
The certainty and comfort in His eyes, told stories of ancient victories held.
A kingly stature though plain to view, never considered Himself better
Then the lowliest man I knew.
We asked about some of the scars He brandished,
“They are scars received from the greatest of man’s struggles,” He said,
He got them while defending the poorest of souls.
It was then we understood, it was of us He spoke.
So now we gladly fight for this One who became the captain of our heart,
We’ve learned from the truths that have pierced our very souls,
our greatest cause and reason to be.
A soldier of battles was He…
Love feast by Steven Hudson
I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.
Looking at this landscape,
no words come
but a tiny thread
an anchor drops,
my ballast lost
love at last
32: Ode to a Fortunetelling
The land was never to rest
The princess locked in a tower
The Tarot card laid on the chest
Her feelings began to sour
The teller made an impression.
The reading made her afraid
Causing her land to shake
No longer an innocent maid
Her future unlocked a black quake
Regretting this fortunetelling session.
With bad news outlined and decked,
The princess’ plans become questions.
Is my future so hopelessly wrecked?
Could all these cards offer suggestions
On how to avoid certain death?
Now the tellers is free from the prison
The girl’s dread grows to an unheard of height
He leaves the poor princess in derision
Lamenting her bad luck and plight
It is hard to capture her breath.
Are you leaving me with no way fight this?
She calls after him furious and contrite
He replies that no one can avoid the abyss
Her thoughts reel with contempt and spite
How is she supposed to digest this mess?
The foreseer just shrugs his shoulders
Lets the door lock on it own
She tears the armor from its holders
I guess I am battling this one alone
Never again to wear a pink silken dress.
Don't ask the lady on the train,
of where she plans to go,
for where did her land turn into to sand,
you and I will never know.
Where flies the bird unknowingly,
with voices in our heart,
the moment dies and away she flies,
true to the mortal art.
Don't ask the lady of the chain
that we on earth do make,
for if she speaks with her tear bond cheeks,
it shall your pen and spirit break.
We stay to find the purpose not
nor for the unknown muse,
we poise our mind and nothing find,
the pattern then refuse.
Don't ask the lady of the lane
on which her sons do tread,
can distance drown the heavens town,
where we eat we make our bed.
The colour of the soul we wear,
a notion is the skin,
a part we seed and another bread,
only one can we back win.
Don't ask the lady of her pain,
for we are yet too young,
for time does mold the firmest hold
and petrifies the tongue.
An exit of the dreaming eye,
the advent of sane sight,
the steps you cast a moment last,
before silenced is the light.
Don't ask the lady on the train,
as we shall soon arrive,
but she will stay and for us pray,
for we are still alive.
The ideal changes with the form,
the crossing of the sigh,
while grief remains with all its pains,
below the common sky.
Don't ask the lady to explain
how can the being be whole,
beneath the sun we see no one,
just a shadow of the soul;
the moon then comes and all is clear,
her light does through you shine,
a single being all faces freeing,
we the shadows of design.
Don't ask the lady of the strain,
that time has left on her,
she will not try, but she will lie,
tell of the smiles that never were.
There is a place we keep with us,
the oasis of our bliss,
our service purge and with it merge,
the hurtful world dismiss.
Don't ask the lady of the gain,
that she gains from finding home,
there are faces lost at pleasures cost,
where the tears do turn to foam.
A torrent upon the growing shore
and within it a dream,
while we do long for the drowning song,
all hope turns into steam.
R.N.Khan, © 2014
No raised pinnacle marked the place
No pure white limestone shining
Where Ramesses slept looked commonplace
to foil the robbers scrying.
Yet he had moved the earth and sky
this pharaoh disdained all rivals.
His bounty buried beneath the sand
portrayed a life beneath blue skies
his star encrusted tomb ethereal
his Ka rising from Death’s hand.
The hills of Thebes his place of rest
and beneath him his father lay
amongst the great he’d be the highest
his battle standards on display.
He ruled with iron hand on staff
as a Godhead he was portrayed.
Most mighty and acclaimed, no man
was he, who felled the Hittite chaff;
beneath his chariots wheels flayed
the denizens of Egypt’s land.
Worshiped was he in temples true
his semblance graces Abu Simbel
with eyes wide o’er lake so blue
his gaze belays the infidels.
Beside him she, Nefertari
laid claim to a sacred place
held above all others his wife
most renowned for her beauty
a love to last through time and space
may all true hearts pay such tariff.
In the full light of a warriors plight,
Sometimes it becomes a case of being slighted and being Aright,
Its a case of solemn thinkings to soothe this anguish and its deeprooted pain,
Do see things from the Warrior's point of view,
He sees Life as a kaleidoscopic dreamy paraphrase,
Roasting Angernuts and storing them aways as Groundnuts stored in airtight
For when his flesh is pricked his thunderous clap resounds for eight villages and
His most favorite son supplies his fill-ins of heavily spiced and stuffed roasted
His most loving and caring daughter never allows his fresh kicking "House and
Bush fly saluted" Palmwine to cease its awesome flow,
His youngest and most active wife sits at his left side to wrap his "wisdom
fumes" in its tobacco sheath...Marijuana never tasted more spiritual from her very
He loves the looks on his strongheaded sons' face as they sit in gossip to roast
his yellow sweet corns,
The feel of roasted corn blended with the "wise fumes" arising from this
Marijuana spliff all wetted down with the Imperial fluidity of palmwine.
Drinking this two mouthfuls of the enemy chief's blood at battle never felt any
For you it would be constant anguished Bed tossing,
Draping my palace in Human skulls and rare animal skins,
Writing for Kings, Knights and their Monks,
Writing for Spliffs, Chieves and their Drunks,
Writing for Owls, Dragons, Angels and their Wings,
Knowing full well your brain might learn to take its rightful Literary place,
We must have moved with this much a-blaze,
We will slow down for you to sip in this page's full intake,
Not a case of primitive battle acclaims,
Just a feel of the Martial spirit though,
The warrior's many many songs yet unsung,
His life and times,Do keep within your salient confines.
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
...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.
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.
Born dead put in a bucket,
Bellowed and got himself saw,
Tetanus at 10, bloody bad luck
Pus filled veins had for sure,
Doctor’s would take his leg off.
father said “no good , no more,
one legged horseman, is useless,
might as well be dead for sure,”
snatched from the Mungindi hospital,
went to a herbalist, Chinese lady’s door,
she medicated, doctored the cripple,
back on two legs now for sure.
Doctor’s teeth gnashed,they knew it all,
Said "he will die of Tetanus poor boy,"
Alternative medicine was on the ball,
They had to eat their words, some call,
The bitterest taste of the gall.
Contest Name A Toothful Ode
What's go great about New Orleans, Louisiana, is that of its jazz music and its voodoo culture. The city has been known as "The Big Easy" since the 1800s. It seems that all of the tourists from across the United States have considered New Orleans their favorite vacation spot. There's always a Mardi Gras every day, we've got people throwing beads at each other, jazz musicians playing their instruments (the saxophones, trumpets, etc.), and people dress in costumes every single day. But what's so great about New Orleans, Louisiana, most of all is that when spring breakers come to the city for spring break, even when they're still going to college. Everybody knows that the Big Easy is also known for its Cajun cooking, especially when the chefs are known for making a lot of jambalaya, gumbo, and a lot of Cajun foods. And what's so great about New Orleans, Louisiana, is when MTV was there, especially when the MTV network executives had been recording episodes of "The Real World:" one back in 2000, the other was back in 2010. New Orleans, Louisiana, is the strongest city in America, even though it was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina back in August 2005. But the famous street best known by New Orleans, Louisiana, most of all is the French Quarter and and one of New Orleans' favorite landmarks is the St. Louis Cathedral. And the New Orleans Arena and the Louisiana Superdome are home to the New Orleans Hornets (NBA-National Basketball Association) and the New Orleans Saints (NFL-National football League). Even the late Louis Armstrong was from the city. Well, I hope to go to New Orleans, Louisiana, one day. And if the City of New Orleans were to stay on the map for a long time, it's going to be like a Mardi Gras on a Saturday night and Fat Tuesday in the afternoon.
Who is this boy?
He is a teen wizard,
From the school Hogwarts.
Harry has two best mates,
Ron and Hermione, each other they hate.
Ron is a wizard, Hermione a muggle-witch.
Its up to Harry,
To keep their friendship,
Smooth without a hitch.
Together with Albus Dumbledore,
They rage a war,
Against the evil forces of,
Dark Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort has a sorry past,
Though was an orphan,
He stood as tall as a ship’s mast.
Voldemort’s real name is
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
No, he’s not just any boy,
Playing his fiddle.
Tom looked for power.
He attained it with forces that were evil.
He tortured an innocent boy’s parents to insanity.
The boy’s name is Neville.
Ginny is Ron’s sister
And a friend of Harry and Hermione.
There are Dean and Seamus,
Best mates they are,
Also jealous of Harry’s scar.
This is a short summary of Harry Potter,
Created by J.K. Rowling- THE WONDER AUTHOR.
Well, this giddy little girl was tired of the SAME OLD SONG AND DANCE; she said I gotta get
rid of the MONKEY ON MY BACK, and find someone to TAKE ME TO THE OTHERSIDE...where
KINGS AND QUEENS are LIVIN ON THE EDGE...So I can taste the SWEET EMOTION,..learn
how to DRAW THE LINE and LET THE MUSIC DO THE TALKING...
So, as she started on her PERMANENT VACATION the idea was to KISS HER PAST
GOODBYE....though it was NOBODY'S FAULT she knew she had to FLY AWAY FROM HERE...
The LAST CHILD of a bunch counting five, she had to do WHAT IT TAKES to stay alive...So
with just a LICK AND A PROMISE and her LIGHT INSIDE she WALKED ON DOWN with a
THREE MILE SMILE.
She came upon a BLIND MAN they call UNCLE SALTY who saw her CRYIN and said I'll show
you the way to your MAMA KIN... as they traveled on she began to CHIP AWAY THE
STONE...and put all her SEASONS OF WITHER behind her.
Finally arriving to find MOTHER POPCORN who blessed her with this sound advice:
Take the long path my JADED one, past the HANGMAN JURY and down to the FARM...WALK
ON WATER and realize that there is NO SUPRISE... though there may be RATS IN THE
CELLAR there is always CHEESE CAKE in your eyes.
Now she rides the TRAIN THAT KEEPS ROLLIN with the LORD OF THE THIGHS hoping they
can COME TOGETHER in the SUNSHINE of the MOVIE and DREAM ON here inside their
AVANT GARDEN !
THE TABLE MOUNTAINS
To what shall I compare thee
Oh, awesome sprawling masterpiece of nature?
Is it the Sinai of Mosaic Israel
Or the pyramid of Egypt?
Welcome to the end of the world, or is it the beginning?
Where mountains wear crown of splendor
Adorned with shimmering brightness of early morn sun
When heaven’s tip kisses mountain top
With lips of nature in her most pristine, undiluted self
With runaway innocence beyond the earth reproach and corruption
Graceful, bold and gigantically imposing
Its royal robe perfectly cut of
Meadows and greenery tended by the dew of the dawn
Come view the mountains in the cape
Come, and go, cleansed and cured of all impurities
Trapped in its sharp, cold and warm embrace
Come, see the Sinai
In the west of the black south
Oh! Is it burning smoke or icy cold steam
That engages the cloudy sky at the mountain top?
Or is it the blazing sun, icy steam and thickly fog in trinitary unison?
A trio in a race of space
Wow! Its dawn at sunrise
The mount stirs and time stand still
sun submerged, the steamy, smoky fogs lifted
Revealing a golden morn like the first day of creation
Come see another wonder of the world in South Africa
In the fortress expanse of Cape Town
Cape Town, here I am!
Enthralled, entranced, I am endeared!!!
scream and raise your sword, axe, or mace!
FIGHT, for freedom and leadership.
Fight for the future sons and daughters of SKYRIM.
Now attack don't let them take advantage.
Do your best, and beat them down.
Come on people use your swords to slice through their lines and kill them all!
The last battle!
Like sleep thou took him
to journey the part of others
in unison and intimation
thou traveler , go tell them
Tell the fallen Majors
that we a'e losing
the battle they started
that our soldiers only drink and sleep
that they kill those
those they are to protect
making us weaker and losers
except they realise, their duties
We must be fugitives
The gunpowder we make
yet we carry unloaded guns
that our soldiers refuse
to recruit trained men
warriors of our clan
that our soldiers now reap
what we sowed in unison
that they have forgotten
The sacrifice of our coups
the coups that was to
Eswama the clan
In order to edenise our clan
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…
From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos
To black Africa welcome! To the pearly continent
Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations
To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
Den of fiercest lions and colourful gazelles
Ours is the blazing sun, golden in the horizon
Rains in seasons in the rainforest
Wildest plantations, lush vegetations
The mighty oaks, cedars, and irokos
Our is the heights, the pinnacles
Kilimanjaro, a supral-archectrural piece
Olumo, a refuge, a fortess and a stronghold
The towering Zuma rocks, Idanre hills, and the Mambilia plateau
Ours is the depth, the length
The Nile, the Niger, aquatic splendour
The riches of the earth depth, oil diamond and gold
To us belong the ageless heritages, a living culture
The talking drums, the festivals and the dances
Ours are fashion and style, regal and noble,
Batik, adire, kente, Ankara and aso-oke
And flowing African milk, palmwine, burukutu
Ogogoro, kunnu, fura de nunu.
And to us the millennium bestowed
Welcome to Africa, the motherland Nigeria.
ALI BABA AND CAPTAIN SINBAD
Ali Baba asked Captain Sinbad;
“why are you looking so glum?”
Captain Sinbad did reply: “My
bottom does feel numb.”
“I have slept on a very hard bed –
while away at sea,
But now, by heck, it feels so
soar, I just want a cup of tea.”
“A cup of tea? What a wimp,
surely something stronger?
Have some wine – or some
rum, you’ll feel a lot like
“Who the heck is Wonga? Is
he some kind of thief?
Yes, he is a thief, you know
him – Omar Sharif!”
“The sea made me sick and
now I do feel rough –
Oh, you bleeding wimp – you
have got it tough!
Let us have a feast of wine –
and drink to merry times.
But if we sail and shout a lot
we’ll get blown up by those
Oh, Captain Sinbad, you are a
No I’m not – I just admire the
Gallant Captain Nemo!
Who the heck is Captain Nemo
is he your good friend?
I’ll tell you when we see him –
before I go round the bend!
“I must say old fellow, said
Captain Sinbad, I hear that
you can sing?”
Yes, indeed, said Ali Baba,
but do you like my bling?”
“Where on this earth did
thou find those?
Twas a treasure of the
Cyclops – I stole from under
“Did your friends all help you –
and hide it under your sleeves?
Oh, you mean my knock-off
mates – those useless forty
Ha ha ha ha, I laugh so loud I
So you do know my famous
friends – to which you can’t
Then all of a sudden who
should just appear?
A little sexy woman genie,
oh I’ll shake her little pear!
Get your bleeding hands of
me – I only want to know:
How do I get to the new -
found land – my family I
need to grow?
Come with us, said Captain
Sinbad, meet my friend, Ali,
Yes, I do know of him – he
tried it on with me!
Ali Baba was so very keen –
and he wanted to marry the
But the pretty little genie –
was a little queenie!
So, to the end of this exciting
tale, and a voyage was meant
Captain Sinbad and Ali Baba,
would leave for their golden
As for the little genie, she went
on her way –
And lived happily ever after –
enjoying her curds and whey-
END OF VOYAGE
She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep,
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.
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
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…
Thou not from Israel
yet Israel like
to sell our heads
in the name of yahoo
To say I am from this clan
is like to say I am leprous
in Elisa’s clan
in the sight of macoys
Denying me chapter Iv
of our supreme book
making me more black than I am
lets break their records
Their record of unequalness
For all animals are equal.
If the fact that he places it their at all
be grateful,'that knot in you
it is by only you, it permitted,
to be soft within, usually twenty minutes it is required,
until it again becomes you.
And/or about forty five minutes is possible to be required there
is he together,apart from fifteen.
When mostly is if as for main advantage of informal rank
your panties, were only in the center clean.
Do not be dismayed and helpless but you think of it,
you would like to possess that, it's knot in you.
With that grasp of your hand covered rings,
it is to be able, never too prevent that.
Most satisfaction and the knot sawing-in where
the panties, even moon,'growing wet.
Making the feeling awaken, which you feel when it
the knot,catches in you.
It understood that it is yours,rusted silk it 'caused.
Your other things that knot is made to put in place tries
the fact that in the degree,
which you have fallen, 'concerning love and you it contains.
Is It Poetry